Exodia: I'm back! So are you ready to bow down before your future ruler,
mortals?
Bakura: You stole my line, baka!
Exodia: So what? I'm thievish. ^_^
Bakura: Let my guess you stole that nice eraser from your friend today.
Exodia: No, today it was the pencil of my enemy!!!!
Malik: She's worse then you Bakura...
Bakura: Yeah, she even says that she owns Yu-Gi-Oh!
Exodia: Damn! I forgot the disclaimer on the last two chapters!!!!!
Malik: You're _really_ intelligent aren't you? Now they're going to sue you. ^_^
Exodia: Okay, I DON'T own Yu-Gi-Oh!!! I just forgot the disclaimers the last few times. PLEASE don't sue me. *chibi eyes*
Malik: Let's hope It'll work...
Bakura: Let's hope it doesn't or else we're stuck with her...
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They had reached the other shore and climbed out of the boat. Exodia was feeling dizzy and stumbled out of the boat landing head first in the sand. She quickly stood back up so that Bakura didn't have time to ask what happened.
"Nice to have soiled ground under your feet again isn't it?" she joked. Smiling she brushed of the sand from her shoulders.
"Where are we headed now?"
"Back too Egypt." Bakura answered.
"Okay, in witch direction is it?" She looked around hopelessly "Uhm, I was never good in geography..."
"What can you actually do?"
"Well I speak three languages, Egyptian, Hebraic and Arabic. I can fight believe it or not..."
"I'll take the not" He murmured.
She gave a wicked smile: "Oh yeah? Then wait and see."
With out any forewarning she pulled out a dagger that she hid under her cloak.
Bakura snorted: "You don't stand a chance in hell"
"So? We aren't in hell we are on earth."
He pulled out his knife: "Fine"
He felt kind of stupid I mean did she really think she had enough skill to face him? The King of Thieves? But then again there was something in her eyes an odd sparkle, no it wasn't a sparkle it was more like looking into a black cloud of swivelling mist, mixing with the dark emerald green, like if something else was becoming a part of her, like if she was getting powers so forceful they could kill some one with just a stare... It took all of his willpower to look away, because it was pure and simply hypnotising.
She charged forward leaving the tomb robber enough time to elegantly step aside.
"I thought you said you were good?" Bakura teased and cornered her against the boat.
"I said I could fight nothing more, nothing less." She smiled weakly.
He put his dagger against her throat: "You know if we were in a real fight you'd be dead."
"Maybe, Maybe not" and with that she kicked him fiercely into his stomach knocking the air out of Bakura. He was so shocked by the sudden movement that he dropped his knife and fell down.
Exodia bent down and smiled: "Not so high and mighty anymore, are we?"
The dark clouds had disappeared from her eyes. He coughed a bit and muttered annoyed: "Beaten by a woman."
She held out her hand: "I'll keep it a secret if you'll teach me how to rob tombs. Deal?"
Bakura picked himself up: "Do I have a choice?" and the shuck hands.
"Egypt watch out!" she joked "The King of Thieves and Exodia are coming!"
Bakura thought for a moment and then shuddered: "We can't let them know that your a woman or else you'll become the Queen of Thieves."
"What?" she asked "Am I not good enough? But yeah I agree, I'll keep my cloak on and let the people guess who I am."
A few day later at the palace of Pharaoh Yami
"What do you mean?" The Pharaoh shouted at the messenger.
"Well Sheikh Abduhla has been badly injured and Princess Exodia kidnapped." The messenger responded fearfully, I mean it wasn't his fault was it?
"How badly?" One of the priests asked.
"His right arm has been cut off. But luckily we stopped the bleeding in time."
Every one fell silent, if Abduhla hadn't survived there would have been no one left to take over the throne except a two year old child.
The Royal Family had had many death cases in the past few years. Most of them dyeing of madness.
"The Sheikh wishes to leave the island and stay at the palace of the Pharaoh for a few months because he believes that the attack came from one of his guards or possibly even the tomb robber Bakura, and that he'll feel saver here." The messenger continued.
"Granted" the Pharaoh said and sat back in his chair.
He had only been the Pharaoh for a few weeks because of the sudden death of his father Akunamun and already the were complications. First the person he was going to marry, the oldest living sister, Rea, of the Sheikh got killed by Bakura, then the other option was Exodia, who he was more found of the Rea anyway even though he only never met them both personally, but she got kidnapped from Bakura too. You'd think he was doing it on purpose...
"Can you tell if she's...?" He began asking Isis the holder of the Millennium Tauk.
"No" she answered swiftly "I can't tell if she's alive or not, I never could."
Back in the desert
"Why do the fight back!" Exodia exclaimed while she was watching the blood roll down her arm. It wasn't anything serious just a cut.
"You do know that stealing food is illegal, don't you?" Bakura questioned her.
"Of course! It's just if the didn't fight back they would still be alive and breathing!" she answered pointing to the dead bodies laying on the ground. "Oh well, not my life."
She nibbled on the piece of bread she had in her hand. "They were talking about someone being buried in the next few weeks, do you know who that would be?"
"You don't know?" Bakura asked surprised "The old Pharaoh dyed about two month ago! But the tomb wasn't quite done jet so the had to wait before they could start the burial ceremony."
"There's something to rob." She said mind absent.
It had been two months since she had been "kidnapped" or the more correct term would be ran away, witch nobody knew of course. She had, had her nicest birthday ever because her brother wasn't around to torture her. She had learned how to through knifes witch Bakura regretted teaching her now. And she had killed uhm.. none so far, Bakura did all the killing. To say the truth this was the best time in her life.
"I'm tired!" she yawned and walked over to where she had put her blanket, witch was as far as possible from where Bakura was going to be sleeping. She laid down and immediately dozed of.
"Wired" Bakura thought as he watched her curl under the blanket like a kitten. "She is very pretty and jet something dark lurks behind her eyes. Cruel and deadly and jet kind and protective. An unsolved puzzle. Wait, what am I thinking!"
He waked him self over his head. "I must be going insane! Even though she is right in one point, robbing the tomb of the old Pharaoh would be good. Since no one else has been in there to take something."
He sat there a long time not thinking of anything specific.
Not noticing Exodia whimpering in her sleep because of the nightmare she was having, because of the vision of her past, laying broken on the floor crying because of the pain of being separated from her soul. A pain that's still there. A body without a soul but still alive. Still fighting against her inner demon, still fighting against her inner angel.
Still fighting for her soul.
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Exodia: Well nothing more to say except is you mortals out there have any ideas and if you don't well I all ways like Reviews!
Malik: why do you call the mortals? You're one of them!
Exodia: That's what you think... ^___^
Bakura: You stole my line, baka!
Exodia: So what? I'm thievish. ^_^
Bakura: Let my guess you stole that nice eraser from your friend today.
Exodia: No, today it was the pencil of my enemy!!!!
Malik: She's worse then you Bakura...
Bakura: Yeah, she even says that she owns Yu-Gi-Oh!
Exodia: Damn! I forgot the disclaimer on the last two chapters!!!!!
Malik: You're _really_ intelligent aren't you? Now they're going to sue you. ^_^
Exodia: Okay, I DON'T own Yu-Gi-Oh!!! I just forgot the disclaimers the last few times. PLEASE don't sue me. *chibi eyes*
Malik: Let's hope It'll work...
Bakura: Let's hope it doesn't or else we're stuck with her...
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They had reached the other shore and climbed out of the boat. Exodia was feeling dizzy and stumbled out of the boat landing head first in the sand. She quickly stood back up so that Bakura didn't have time to ask what happened.
"Nice to have soiled ground under your feet again isn't it?" she joked. Smiling she brushed of the sand from her shoulders.
"Where are we headed now?"
"Back too Egypt." Bakura answered.
"Okay, in witch direction is it?" She looked around hopelessly "Uhm, I was never good in geography..."
"What can you actually do?"
"Well I speak three languages, Egyptian, Hebraic and Arabic. I can fight believe it or not..."
"I'll take the not" He murmured.
She gave a wicked smile: "Oh yeah? Then wait and see."
With out any forewarning she pulled out a dagger that she hid under her cloak.
Bakura snorted: "You don't stand a chance in hell"
"So? We aren't in hell we are on earth."
He pulled out his knife: "Fine"
He felt kind of stupid I mean did she really think she had enough skill to face him? The King of Thieves? But then again there was something in her eyes an odd sparkle, no it wasn't a sparkle it was more like looking into a black cloud of swivelling mist, mixing with the dark emerald green, like if something else was becoming a part of her, like if she was getting powers so forceful they could kill some one with just a stare... It took all of his willpower to look away, because it was pure and simply hypnotising.
She charged forward leaving the tomb robber enough time to elegantly step aside.
"I thought you said you were good?" Bakura teased and cornered her against the boat.
"I said I could fight nothing more, nothing less." She smiled weakly.
He put his dagger against her throat: "You know if we were in a real fight you'd be dead."
"Maybe, Maybe not" and with that she kicked him fiercely into his stomach knocking the air out of Bakura. He was so shocked by the sudden movement that he dropped his knife and fell down.
Exodia bent down and smiled: "Not so high and mighty anymore, are we?"
The dark clouds had disappeared from her eyes. He coughed a bit and muttered annoyed: "Beaten by a woman."
She held out her hand: "I'll keep it a secret if you'll teach me how to rob tombs. Deal?"
Bakura picked himself up: "Do I have a choice?" and the shuck hands.
"Egypt watch out!" she joked "The King of Thieves and Exodia are coming!"
Bakura thought for a moment and then shuddered: "We can't let them know that your a woman or else you'll become the Queen of Thieves."
"What?" she asked "Am I not good enough? But yeah I agree, I'll keep my cloak on and let the people guess who I am."
A few day later at the palace of Pharaoh Yami
"What do you mean?" The Pharaoh shouted at the messenger.
"Well Sheikh Abduhla has been badly injured and Princess Exodia kidnapped." The messenger responded fearfully, I mean it wasn't his fault was it?
"How badly?" One of the priests asked.
"His right arm has been cut off. But luckily we stopped the bleeding in time."
Every one fell silent, if Abduhla hadn't survived there would have been no one left to take over the throne except a two year old child.
The Royal Family had had many death cases in the past few years. Most of them dyeing of madness.
"The Sheikh wishes to leave the island and stay at the palace of the Pharaoh for a few months because he believes that the attack came from one of his guards or possibly even the tomb robber Bakura, and that he'll feel saver here." The messenger continued.
"Granted" the Pharaoh said and sat back in his chair.
He had only been the Pharaoh for a few weeks because of the sudden death of his father Akunamun and already the were complications. First the person he was going to marry, the oldest living sister, Rea, of the Sheikh got killed by Bakura, then the other option was Exodia, who he was more found of the Rea anyway even though he only never met them both personally, but she got kidnapped from Bakura too. You'd think he was doing it on purpose...
"Can you tell if she's...?" He began asking Isis the holder of the Millennium Tauk.
"No" she answered swiftly "I can't tell if she's alive or not, I never could."
Back in the desert
"Why do the fight back!" Exodia exclaimed while she was watching the blood roll down her arm. It wasn't anything serious just a cut.
"You do know that stealing food is illegal, don't you?" Bakura questioned her.
"Of course! It's just if the didn't fight back they would still be alive and breathing!" she answered pointing to the dead bodies laying on the ground. "Oh well, not my life."
She nibbled on the piece of bread she had in her hand. "They were talking about someone being buried in the next few weeks, do you know who that would be?"
"You don't know?" Bakura asked surprised "The old Pharaoh dyed about two month ago! But the tomb wasn't quite done jet so the had to wait before they could start the burial ceremony."
"There's something to rob." She said mind absent.
It had been two months since she had been "kidnapped" or the more correct term would be ran away, witch nobody knew of course. She had, had her nicest birthday ever because her brother wasn't around to torture her. She had learned how to through knifes witch Bakura regretted teaching her now. And she had killed uhm.. none so far, Bakura did all the killing. To say the truth this was the best time in her life.
"I'm tired!" she yawned and walked over to where she had put her blanket, witch was as far as possible from where Bakura was going to be sleeping. She laid down and immediately dozed of.
"Wired" Bakura thought as he watched her curl under the blanket like a kitten. "She is very pretty and jet something dark lurks behind her eyes. Cruel and deadly and jet kind and protective. An unsolved puzzle. Wait, what am I thinking!"
He waked him self over his head. "I must be going insane! Even though she is right in one point, robbing the tomb of the old Pharaoh would be good. Since no one else has been in there to take something."
He sat there a long time not thinking of anything specific.
Not noticing Exodia whimpering in her sleep because of the nightmare she was having, because of the vision of her past, laying broken on the floor crying because of the pain of being separated from her soul. A pain that's still there. A body without a soul but still alive. Still fighting against her inner demon, still fighting against her inner angel.
Still fighting for her soul.
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Exodia: Well nothing more to say except is you mortals out there have any ideas and if you don't well I all ways like Reviews!
Malik: why do you call the mortals? You're one of them!
Exodia: That's what you think... ^___^