a/n: o.O;;;;;;;;; Thats all I can say for this one...

Dsiclaimer: dont own it... If I did... -fantasises-

The desert was silent, the moon casting the endless plains of sand in silver. A long silver ribbon could be seen, winding through the desert, and dotted along were rich-looking houses, all dark but for one.

There was a part going on in the upper rooms. The lights were on, and you could hear the music and drunken singing for almost a mile around. All of the guards and servants were serving the party, and the storerooms below, filled with valuable gold items, were left unattended. A perfect scenario for the thief king, who at that moment, rode up on his newly stolen horse, of a deep jet black. He grinned, trotting silently over to the post where the rest of the horses were tied, and hopped off, silently pulling out an empty linen sack, and stalking silently along the side of the building. Of course, no one had seen him yet. He finally found a small window leading to the storerooms, and slid in, making his was down the hall. He finally found a door, and tugged it opened, stepping inside.

The room inside was full of different gold and silver trinkets. A pair of hardened chestnut eyes widened slightly, as the eyes owner walked slowly around the different tables, examining this and that, placing a few carefully inside the linen sack he carried.

A few minutes later, however, he heard two voices. The thief king swore, and ducked into the shadows. Dammit, everyone was supposed to be at the feast! He snarled, fingers stroking the golden ring around his neck. Oh well. If he was spotted, it was a one-way trip to the shadow realm for the buffoons.

"A rare treasure, you say?" At this, Bakuras eyes widened, and he made his breath as shallow as possible to aid his hearing.

"Yes, a true collectors piece. I've never seen anything like it." I MUST have this 'treasure' then. Although, no doubt, its only a gold piece of junk. The moron who lives here has flashy stuff, but hes a commoner compared to the royalty. Bakura narrowed his eyes.

"In here," He heard the sound of a bolt being drawn, and a door opening in the room next to the one he was in. "I have to keep the door locked."

Bakura heard the other man gasp. "I-Its amazing. Where on earth did you get it?"

"Found it in the Jewish village. Can you believe it, the slaves tried to stop me getting it? I have to be harsher on them." Bakura clenched his fists. So the moron who lived here was a slave overseer. Made sense. He frowned why would the Jews have what is obviously a very rare piece of treasure? He puzzled to himself. They're poorer than dirt.

"Well, do you think the Pharaoh would appreciate it? After all, in a couple of years, I'm planning to give it to him for a gift." Bakura growled. Not if I get it first… He thought menacingly.

The other man whistled. "Well, he's a lucky man." He said. "And you were lucky to find it."

"The feasts awaits, let us go." He heard the idiotic man say. The other grunted in agreement, and they both went up to the feast, no doubt to get even more drunk. Bakura finally managed to move, and walked silently into the dark hall. With the aid of a little shadow power to see where he was going, he found the door, and drew the bolt stepping inside.

For a couple of seconds, he was confused. There was nothing in the room but for a small, shabby cot. Is this the treasure? He asked himself, puzzled.

A couple of moments later, he saw the small bundle of blankets move. He froze, and then walked closer towards it. He shifted the blankets to expose it, and what Bakura saw made his knees weak in shock.

It was a small boy, about six or seven. It was his appearance that scared the spirit most though. The child had the palest skin imagined, flawless, and creamy. His long locks of hair which reached the middle of his thin back were a snowy white- the same shade as the theifs. His whole being just radiated a strange aura of light and innocence. It unnerved Bakura to no end, and he bit his lip, unable to decide what to do.

Those asswipes just treat him like he's an object, he thought to himself, and his fate is to be a 'gift' to the pharaoh. Not hard to guess what for, either. But I cant have a kid tying me down, caring just gets you killed…

He reached out, and gently shook the small boys shoulder. He gasped, waking up instantly, and Bakura could see that his wide innocent eyes were exactly the same shade as his. The smaller boy whimpered, trying to edge away from the thief, who merely snorted, and grabbed his arm.

"Come on." He said simply, pulling the smaller boy along with him, as he made his way through the hall. He HAD to get out here, and fast.

"Where are we-"The child asked in a soft voice that twisted the thief's chest, but he merely growled at him to 'shut up if he wanted to get out of here.'

After what seemed like eternity, Bakura found the small window he entered in, and grabbed the smaller boy by the waist, throwing him up. The child squeaked, and crawled out of the way, the thief jumping up with his sack of gold.

"Come on," He said again, pulling the child along at a breakneck pace before he reached his horse, and tied the sack to his saddle, before boosting up the confused boy, who was still in shock.

"Wh-what-"

"I said shut up, so shut up!" Bakura said menacingly in his husky voice, before jumping up himself, and galloping away from the house, as fast as he could.

OoO

Finally, he slowed, the exhausted horse panting slightly, and the child trembling in the cold. Bakura frowned at him as he hopped off, walking horse slowly. The boy was wearing a long plain linen robe covering every inch of his skin except his face and ivory neck.

"What's your name?" He asked a few minutes later. The child was slightly shocked his rescuers voice, but managed to respond.

"I-It's Ryou..." He whispered, in that voice what made Bakuras stomach twist. "Wh-whats you're name?" He asked, looking shyly at the thief king, who looked away quickly, a strange feeling bubbling in his chest.

"Bakura." He responded quickly, staring determinedly at the moonlit ground. Ryou frowned, his warm chocolate eyes looking steadily at the tanned thief.

"Th-the tomb robber Bakura?" He asked, unable to keep a stutter of fear out of his voice. The said thief nodded, still not looking at the child on the horse.

"B-but youre bad!" He said, frowning. "Y-You do bad things, M-mother said…" Ryou broke off at the mention of his mother, and his innocent face clouded over with grief and sadness.

The thief kings heart twisted when he saw the small boy trying to suppress his sobs. He bit his lip, the next question blurting out.

"Did they die?" He asked. Ryou looked at his rescuer, and nodded, tears spilling over and into his eyes.

"M-My mother, and little sister… they were killed. Wh-when I was t-taken, Mother tried to fight, a-and they just KILLED her, just like that…" the child pressed his lips together, his shoulders shaking. "M-My little sister, Amane attacked the soldier that killed her, and…." Ryou held his head in his hands, crying openly now. Bakura felt his heart twist as he watched the smaller boy cry quietly.

"B-But my father is still alive. I-I don't know where he is, though. He wasn't there when I-I was taken…" He swallowed. Bakura wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around the sobbing child, but he shoved the feeling away. Caring was a sign of weakness, and the king of thieves was NOT weak.

"Wh-why did you rescue me?" the innocent boy asked, looking right into Bakuras hardened brown eyes. He sighed, and didn't answer.

They continued in silence.

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