1Hello everyone here is a new fic. Yes I know I should be working on Masked Emotions but hey I still am, I just wanted to get this started.

Melody- Yes and I'm her oh so ferocious yami rolls eyes

Me- Yes well this is Yaoi so don't like don't read...everyone is going to hate me for what I'm about to do

Melody- What...it's not like your thinking of possibly hurting the sexy tomb robber

Me- fidgets

Melody- you better not

Pairings...YB/YM...M/R...Oc/Oc...some YY/S

The main pairing is one of my favorites so I hope you like

Summary- He was The King of Thieves with a fury matched by none. Cursing his existence he lives to have his revenge for a brother he thinks is dead. But on one of his most important raids someone gets in his way. Someone who knows what he's going through. Can a tomb robber who lives for a dead village find love with an assassin who can be just as deadly.

Disclaimer- I do not own Yugioh

Desert Flower

Chapter 1

Laughter could be heard from a small village in Kuru Eruna located in the desolate land of Egypt. Two white haired boys sought shade under a small adobe house surrounded by others. A young girl about the age of five danced for them while they merrily cheered her on. Both boys were obviously twins with matching brown eyes.

"Go Amane" one of the twins named Ryou shouted. He was the softer looking of the two and extremely pale. He was dressed in mostly all white. His left ear was pierced and a charm of pure silver, hung from his ear. The charm was an exotic and beautiful flower that was rare in the desert.

His brother, the rougher looking of the two stood up and began dancing with the young girl putting her on his shoulders and spinning around. This twin wore practically all red with some white. His ear like his brothers was pierced but instead if his left ear his right was. He also had a chain with a flower hanging from it except his was made of pure gold.

"Yay, Bakura go faster!" the young girls screamed.

"Alright Amane" Bakura did as she requested until they both fell on the sand laughing. Ryou got up and looked over them.

"We should get going. Mom will be upset if we're late for supper again" he said.

"Aww, Ryou never let Amane have fun," the young girl said pouting. Bakura chuckled placing his hand on her head.

"Let's go inside, before mom gets pissed" he said and smirked at Ryou's frown. As they went inside Ryou smiled at his brother.

"I just have to be the bad guy don't I" Ryou said softly.

"Ryou you're not good at playing the bad guy so I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Whatever" the other said grumbling though you could see the hint of a smile in his face. Entering the small house they saw Amane tugging at the skirt of a middle aged woman with hair like her children that was held back in a loose bun. She was standing near a man with light brown hair cut right above his ears.

"Alright let's eat" their mother said sweetly.

"By Ra, Amane is starved" Amane said plopping down in her chair as she stated putting food onto her plate. Everyone laughed and dinner continued peacefully.

"Crap I forgot to bring in more water from the well" their father said in his loud voice, "Bakura be the great son I know you can and get some more"

"Yeah, Yeah, whatever" Bakura said getting up from the table right before he left he felt a tug at his pant leg.

"Bakura will read Amane bedtime story with Ryou right" the young girl asked innocently. He looked up to see Ryou smiling gently nodding his head.

"Sure" he said before leaving. He didn't miss the sound of glee coming from his little sister as the door closed.

The well was quite a walk but he finished soon and made his way to the house. All of the sudden yells were heard and the smell of smoke drifted by him. Bakura, who was observing the sand annoyed, head's shot up alert.

He suddenly heard a scream that was unmistakably from his younger sister. Dropping the bucket water splashed everywhere as Bakura ran to his house.

Bakura had and will never see what he saw tonight. The house was a mess and things were thrown everywhere. His younger sister Amane was laying on the floor blood covering her entire body. A spear was embedded in her chest write beside her heart. Bakura watched mesmerized as the blood flowed out from her petite body. Bending down Bakura picked up the small form not knowing what to do.

"Bakura?" He winced as he heard his name. She was in so much pain and that was reflected in her voice.

"Yes Amane, Bakura's here" he said. He could feel his eyes watering up and couldn't stop the tears that slowly fell from his eyes mixing with her blood.

"M-m-make Amane's p-pain s-stop" the girl pleaded. She started choking on her blood, gagging, and pulling at his hair in pain, her eyes pleading him to make it stop. Bakura couldn't nodded trying to be strong. Grabbing the closest thing to him, his mom's kitchen knife, he clumsily slit his sister's throat. He could have sworn he saw a smile on her face as she died in his arms.

Pushing himself away from her he was disgusted with himself. His body shook as he tried to hold in his sobs. He had killed his sister. The first person he had ever killed and it was Amane.

Running from his house he saw that almost everyone in his village was dead except for a few people that were still fighting. Looking around he saw his father fighting five men with a single dagger. It was then Bakura noticed his mother lying by his feet her head decapitated but still right beside her father. Gripping the knife firmly Bakura willed himself to stop the tears. As he ran to his father he stumbled over the various dead bodies. He helped his father finish off the men as quickly as possible.

"Bakura" his father said breathing heavily, "Where is Amane?"

"Dead. Amane's dead father" Bakura answered keeping his voice void of emotion.

"They have Ryou." his father said and Bakura's eyes widened in shock. "Bakura promise me that you'll find him. Promise me that you'll never stop looking" Bakura looked at him strangely.

"What, what do you mean?"

"Promise"

"Alright I promise, But father I don't understand-" Bakura was cut off at his father's hard look. In the distant Bakura heard the screams of his neighbors. Looking into his father's eyes he felt something heavy placed into his hand as his father removed the kitchen knife from it.

"I love you son, but I need your mother" his father said and slowly plunged the knife into his heart. Bakura watched in horror as his father fell beside his mom their two trails of blood mixing and ending at his feet. It was then he looked down and saw his father's dagger in his hand. Engraved on it was his father and mother's name...Nahkti and Selene. Beside their names were the words Death will not hold us apart.

It was then Bakura heard screams and saw all of the guards leaving taking a certain albino with them. Following silently he struggled to hear what was going on.

"Why aren't we killing him too," asked a guard.

"Because we only needed to kill one hundred why not have some with this beauty" a gruff voice said stroking Ryou's cheek.

Blinded by pain and fury Bakura flew at the guards with his dagger stabbing one in the back. He didn't care that he was out numbered, all he could think of was all the death he saw. The way he clumsily swung the dagger it was obvious he was inexperienced and the main guard noticed.

"Die bitch" the guard yelled bringing the hilt of his sword on Bakura's neck. The last thing Bakura heard was his brother's scream of protest as he fell to the ground.

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Bakura would've died that day if he a man named Otogi didn't save him. Otogi was a master thief and taught Bakura everything he knew until he was slain on Bakura's third raid when Bakura was sixteen.. With another reason to kill the Pharaoh he became a tomb robber killing anyone who got in his way. Two years and here begins our tale, of the 'Thief King Bakura' and the one person who was brave enough to stand in his way...

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Bakura quickly slashed the guards throat and wiped his dagger clean. He had waited for years for this and the time had come. He would get his revenge today and kill the Pharaoh. Pulling out a rope he scaled the wall and silently jumped into the place his blood red cloak flowing out behind him. Looking around he saw a door with the millennium eye on it. For some reason he had a strange feeling and rubbed the millennium ring under his cloak.

Being as fast as possible he passed the mysterious door and made his way down the hallway. He knew for a fact that this was the floor the Pharaoh resided on. He was almost at the end of the hall when a figure slipped out of the last room. Bakura noticed the two guards lying dead at the person's feet. As Bakura got closer the figure froze and turned, looking directly at him. Bakura stopped moving as well getting lost in the violet eyes. Before he knew what was happening the man was in front letting Bakura see him easier.

The person was in all black and had blonde hair that spiked out wildly in every direction. Bakura noted, with enthusiasm, that the man was well built, the same age as him, and nothing short from beautiful.

"Who are you," Bakura whispered not wanting to wake anyone up.

"Wouldn't you like to know," the figure said. Bakura had to hold back a groan, even his voice sounded perfect.

"As a matter a fact I would," he responded angrily. He hated being toyed with and this person was testing his patience.

"I'm not one for casualties so let's move on shall we" the man said smirking. Bakura thought the person meant that he would be leaving and wasn't prepared for the pair of lips on his own. He didn't know what he was thinking when he kissed back as two arms snaked around his face and he was shoved forcefully against a wall. When he felt the wall behind him he shoved the man off breathing heavily. He attempted a glare as the other person laughed softly and smirked.

"I'll be seeing you soon pet" and with that the mysterious person left. Bakura stood there for a moment cursing his foolishness. He'd been a thief for five years and all of that knowledge and skill went down the drain the minute those lips touched his. 'Fool' he thought cursing himself. Sighing he tried to focus on what he was doing before the man showed up when a scream broke his thoughts.

"Someone! Help! His Highness Pharaoh is DEAD!" Bakura heard a servant girl scream.

"Shit" he said aloud and his eyes narrowed dangerously. That man was a bloody assassin, and he had murdered the Pharaoh before he had gotten the chance. As he quickly fled the palace Bakura vowed that if he ever saw the thief again he would kill him for doing Bakura's task.

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The next morning Bakura woke up and as expected the word of the Pharaoh's death spread throughout Egypt. Getting up and doing his normal activities he left his hideout. Today was a perfect day to raid some unprotected tomb since most of the guards would be at the ceremony to guide the dead man to his 'afterlife'.

Things went smoothly since like he predicted, no one was at the tomb of some random dead relative except for a measly guard. Storing the gold and jewels he collected in a safe spot in his hideout he went out again in search of information on what would happen next.

Apparently the Pharaoh's son, Yami, would take over the throne. This sparked an idea inside of the white haired thief. If he couldn't kill the former Pharaoh he would kill the new one. With that thought he slipped inside his favorite tavern and relaxed at the bar.

"What's it gonna be Kura" a blonde female with a gigantic chest asked.

"Give me you're strongest Mai" he answered sitting back. After taking a long sip of his delivered drink he eyed the blonde.

"What do you got for me" he demanded.

"Not much hun, a man came in last night and was so foolishly drunk that he spilled about knowing who killed the 'Pharaoh' other than that I have nothing," she said keeping her voice low.

"I want a name.

"I want something in return" the whore said in return. Sighing Bakura threw a bag of gold coins at her and she stuffed them down her dress.

"Marik"

"Anything else"

"Yeah he came in here last night asking about you" she said before walking off leaving a shocked Bakura in his seat.

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When Bakura got to his 'house' he was beyond pissed. Who gave that fucking assassin the right to ask for him. What the fuck was he playing at. It didn't matter anyways since Bakura was in no mood for games.

Walking inside he stiffened and turned around. He swiftly pulled out his knife as the door shut to reveal someone. Before words could be said Bakura leapt and pressed his dagger to the man's throat.

"What the fuck do you want" he asked angrily.

Marik only smirked in return, "Strong and hot, I like that in a man." Grabbing Bakura's wrist he twisted it so the other had to let go of the knife. Gaining the upper hand Marik pushed the other against the wall.

"What do you want" Bakura asked with a glare though he had to admit the sudden closeness was effecting him.

"To finish what we started before" was his only response as lips pressed against his own. Marik deepened the kiss after a few moments and their tongues battled for dominance before Bakura pulled back.

"Why don't you just leave me alone" he asked panting and noticed with much disdain that the other had already controlled his breathing.

"Because I can't, besides the fact that you're my new toy I'm being hunted by guards for killing 'his highness'" Marik responded. Bakura flinched at being called a toy and hoped the other one didn't see it. He hated himself for being so weak. He had never met someone like Marik who was strong enough to 'almost' outsmart him.

"And this has to do with me, how?" he wearily questioned not wanting to know the answer.

"Because I've decided to stay here" Marik said with a smirk

"No fucking way in hell are you staying here with me" Bakura spat out angrily.

"Guess we'll have to try heaven then because I'm not leaving" was Bakura's answer, the smirk never leaving Marik's face. Not wanting to deal with this right now Bakura just gave a murderous glare.

"Silly little thief," Marik said playfully before his voice got slightly dark, "I'm not scared of you like everyone else and I won't take no for answer. Actually I'm surprised I haven't killed you yet. So for now you're my toy so I suggest you accept it"

"I don't have to accept any of this. If you want fucking stay sleep on the floor and if you want to leave find the door. But understand this, I'm no more afraid of you than you are of me" Bakura hissed glaring at the blonde.

"Glad we've come to an understanding" Marik smirked and kissed Bakura on the lips one last time before walking into Bakura's room.

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Me- So what do you think should I write more! Oh and I wanted to say Bakura was 13 when all that happened in the beginning. I kinda forgot to mention it

Melody-dumbass

Me- Shut up, Anyways I'm working on another story as well so I've decided to alternate every week with update so my next one should be up really soon...that is if you review and tell me if you like it...: )

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