Life As a Tomb Robber
Summary: A girl named Amunet has been a tomb robber since she was a child. Her village was destroyed by the pharaoh and she wishes for revenge. (as would I.) Amunet runs into another tomb robber, known as the king of thieves. Or, Bakura.
Genre: Romance
Authoress notes: Amunet has dark brown hair, cut above her shoulder, courtesy of her favorite dagger, and bright emerald eyes. She's is around 5'5 and is slim. (like i care) Her attitude and pride gets her into trouble at times. She can be childish and naïve at times. She is a strong fighter, better than Bakura. In this story at least. This story will contain parts, therefore making the chapters longer and easier for me to write. There will be at least five parts or more in each chapter. Some chapters may be written different. Whoever has written it will post their name atop the part. Set in ancient Egypt.
For example:
Part IV (written by ?)
Get it?
The ages are quite simple. I will mark what they do and I'll add that at the same time. Gender will be added as well. I will mark my OC's.
Amunet: F 17 OC Tomb Robber
Bakura: M 18 Tomb Robber
Bastet: F 36 OC Houses the Thieves
Yugi: M 16 Slave
Atemu: M 18 Pharaoh
Seth: M 19 High Priest
Mahado: M 45 High Priest
Ryo: M 15 Slave
Jonouchi: M 17 Commoner
Serenity: F 14 Commoner
Tristan: M 17 Commoner
Ishizu: F 21 High Priestess
Malik: M 18 Bounty Hunter
Marik: M 19 Tomb Robber
Mai: F 20 High Priestess
Tea: F 17 Married to Atemu
Ata: M 2 OC Heir to Throne
Rebecca: F 12 Commoner
Siamun: M 56 OC Slave
Aziza: F 22 OC Healer
Kakra: F 25 OC Healer
Duke: M 20 Tomb Robber
Valon: M 20 Tomb Robber
Raphael: M 25 Bounty Hunter
Koru: M 11 OC Tomb Robber
Kuro: M 11 OC Tomb Robber
Gahigi: M 18 OC Bounty Hunter
Moswen: M 15 OC Healer (name means light skin)
Re: M 12 OC Tomb Robber
Akila: F 19 OC Tomb Robber
Khepri: F 14 OC Tomb Robber
Raziya: F 27 OC Healer
Tsekuni: M 17 OC Tomb Robber
Zuberi: M 15 OC Tomb Robber
Okay? I hope whoever-you-are understood that.
Some small things:
'...' Amunet thinking
(...) Bakura thinking
"..." someone talking
Okay, let's start the story. I'll tell you more about the other OC's when they appear.
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Part I (written by Kura)
Normal POV (set during the day)
Amunet quickly slit the mans throat and watched him fall to the ground. She smirked and made her way through the dark tomb as if nothing happened. Amunet found a door at the end of the hall and rolled her eyes. 'This is too easy.' She checked the door for traps and found a small imprint, directly where she was going to lay her hand. Arrow trap. 'Stupid guards.' She pushed on the door and it opened slowly. The room was filled with jewels and riches. Her best yet. Amunet pulled at the pouch on her belt and filled it cautiously. 'Why should the pharaoh miss anything? He has got enough as it is.' She exited the room and headed the opposite way then she came. The other guards would have surely noticed the murder by now.
Amunet had exited through a smaller door and was quickly sprinting to her horse. "There she is!"one of the guards yelled, running after her. She pulled the hood of her cloak up a bit more and grabbed a dagger from her pocket. She swung around and flung it at the guard. Amunet arrived at her horses side and climbed on, ignoring the guards crys of pain. "Go!"she yelled in her lower voice. Not wanting the guards to know her true voice or identitiy. The horse galloped on command, taking her away from danger and into the desert.
Amunet had been traveling for hours to her destination. She saw an object in the distance and went to examine if it was useful. The object turned out to be the body of a boy. Amunet left her horse and walked over. The boy had copper skin and silver hair just below his shoulders. He was laying on his stomach and she saw a arrow sticking out from around his shoulder. She turned him over and gasped. "Thief king!"she cried, surprised. 'He looks younger then I thought he was.' Amunet looked over at the arrow and pulled it from the skin, the head still being in. Blood bubbled up and slowly fell down into his beautiful silver locks, already stained a light pink on the bottom. Amunet pulled him onto her horse and quickly made her way back to the House of the Thieves.
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"Pharaoh Atemu."said Seth, bowing. "Yes, Priest Seth?"asked Atemu, looking over at him and smiling lightly. "The King of Thieves has been killed."said Seth. "Good, are you sure?"asked Atemu. "One of our men shot him in the neck with an arrow and left him in desert. We took his horse as well."said Seth, smiling. "Good."said Atemu, nodding.
Tea came in with Ata and went to her husband. They shared a kiss and Tea handed Atemu their baby. They smiled and Atemu kissed his sons forehead. "I hope all is at peace."
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Bakura woke up, feeling extreme pain by his shoulder, but kept his eyes closed. Faking his sleep. He heard loud yelling from outside the door and heard it open. He cracked his eye open a bit and saw two woman walk in. A wave of pain erupted from his shoulder and he suppressed a yell. One of the woman said his name and he tried to listen. "Bakura...Injured...Fear...Attack."was all he could catch before finally crying out. The two woman looked over and the older one gasped. Bakura opened his eyes and bolted up. He hissed in pain and the younger pushed him back down. "Bakura! Be calm, you are not captured."said the older one, assisting the other in keeping him down.
He eyed the bandages on him and then the woman. "Who the hell are you and why would you want to help a thief like me?"yelled Bakura, trying to ignore the pain erupting from his shoulder. "This is Bastet and I am Amunet. I am also a thief and I found you out in the desert."said the younger one, still holding him down. His struggling ceased and he glared. "Why should I believe you?"asked Bakura, struggling again. "Because you're not a corpse in the desert."said Bastet, pointing to his bandages.
Bakura stopped struggling and glared over at the wall. Amunet sighed and leaned over by him. "Not to trustworthy, now are you?"she said, smirking. "Maybe."he muttered, wincing in pain. "Does your shoulder still hurt Bakura?"asked Bastet, reaching over. He just stared at her and it was obvious he was trying to think if he should answer. He winced. "Yes."he said, looking away. Bastet pulled some of the bandages from his shoulder and checked the wound. The wound was still bleeding and Bastet pulled out a knife. "I knew it!"yelled Bakura, trying to pull away from Amunet and experiencing extreme pain in the process.
"No Bakura. I need to remove the head of the arrow. Someone here seemed to have not remembered to do so."said Bastet, giving Amunet a stern look. "Hehe. Sorry."said Amunet meekly. Bakura stared wide eyed for a moment, then regained his glare. "You are going to cut me with that knife!"he yelled, struggling harder. "Yes, so you don't get an infection, though, it may be too late."said Bastet, eyeing his wound. Finally, Amunet got sick of Bakuras struggling and knocked him out. "There you go."she said, sitting by the bed. Bastet thought it safer to be quiet and continue pulling out the head. (a/n: that sounds soooooo wrong)
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Amunet sat by Bastet. The arrow head had been removed and the wound rebandaged. 'He is no where near trustworthy. Even when he knew we were helping him.' "Bastet, why do you think he is like this?"asked Amunet, in one of her curious moments. "His past or it is just the way he is. I hope we don't have to use the bonds."said Bastet, sighing. Aziza walked in and looked at him. "So this is the great King of Thieves? He looks no more then a child as we are."she said, her black hair bobbing above her shoulders. "He is."said Bastet. "I would have thought he was around fifty or something."said Aziza. "Now you don't."said Amunet. Aziza gave her a strange look and left the room, mumbling about weird children.
Bakura opened his eyes and growled. Amunet looked at him amused and pointed to the bandages around his torso and neck. "Damn! You did this so I couldn't get away! Who are you and what do you want with me!"yelled Bakura, starting to become very pissed. "We told you who we are already. You refuse to believe us."said Amunet, wetting a cloth and laying it upon his forehead. He flinched and tensed at the touch. (a/n: O.O;;;;;;;; ) Amunet and Bastet exchanged looks and then left the Bakura alone in the windowless room.
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Amunet sat next to Khepri and Akila and sighed. "What's with you?"asked Khepri, raising her brow. "Tomb robber Bakura, that's what."she growled. "What did he do?"asked Akila. "He won't trust us. That's getting on my nerves and I'm about to drag him out here. Show him the other tomb robbers if he wasn't injured."said Amunet. "Well, he probably has his reasons."said Khepri. "Maybe."said Amunet.
Then, they saw Bakura limp out into the area and almost fall over. Amunet went over and grabbed his arm. "What are you doing here!"she yelled. "I don't need to stay in a bed! I'm not some weakling and I'm not going back!"he yelled, wincing while he did. "You're hurt! It's human to be hurt and why are you limping?"asked Amunet, seeing extra blood leaking from the bandage. "I got into a fight. What do you care?"said Bakura, falling more limp as his vision blurred. "Maybe I don't!"yelled Amunet, walking away. Bakura felt his vision blur and passed out.
Akila pointed behind Amunet, gasping. She turned around and saw Bakura hit the ground. "Oh shit."she said, hurrying over. Akila and Khepri followed. Amunet pulled him up and saw thick blood coating the bandage. "The great king, taken down by blood loss. Nice."said Khepri, lifting him up. "Shut up."said Amunet, leading them back to the room he had inhabited. (a/n: i hope i got the word right)
Bastet stared at the three girls and raised an eyebrow. "You say he passed out from blood loss and you carried him back?"she asked, quickly glancing at Bakura. Khepri nodded and Amunet ducked under the table with Akila. "Get back here!"said Bastet without even looking. The two girls came back up groaning. Bakura started to wake up and Bastet immediately went over. With her attention taken, the three young teens snuck out. "Amunet, Khepri, Aki-! Those little brats!"growled Bastet. "What the hell?"groaned Bakura, opening his eyes. Bastet was dabbing his wound with healing fluid and he yelped. "Calm down Bakura. Trust us and you'll be happier."said Bastet, rewrapping the wound. "Never!"yelled Bakura, or at tried to yell. More like gasped. "Young man, you need to calm down."she said. For some reason, he let go of his glare and the mask broke. All Bastet saw was a broken boy. She gasped.
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Amunet, Khepri, and Akila had finally escaped. "Whew, that was close!"said Amunet. "Glad for being a tomb robber!"said Khepri. "Hey guys!"said Mai, scaring them half to death. You see, Mai was betraying the pharaoh and helping the thieves, after discovering what those people went through. "Mai! You scared us half to death!"yelled Akila. "Good, well you see, the pharaoh killed the thief king Bakura. His soldiers had shot him and left him in the desert. Nice death don't you think?"said Mai. "Well, you see."started Khepri. "He's not really dead."finished Akila. Both of them looked at Amunet. "What!"asked Amunet, holding her hands up. "What did you do Amunet?"asked Mai, smirking. "I saved him! Okay!"yelled Amunet, turning a light red. Mai just kept smirking.
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Raphael and Malik were riding in the desert where Bakura had been left. "Someone must have come to his aid."said Raphael. "Who would help a tomb robber like him. He has murdered countless of times."said Malik. "Old friends, fellow tomb robbers, someone. Now, let's go back to home."said Raphael, giving the teen a serious look. Malik nodded and followed Raphael, leaving the dry red stained sand behind.
They arrived at the hideout and Gahigi instantly met them at the stone door. "You're injured, you're not supposed to be up."said Malik, taking his friend back inside. Gahigi had been fighting a tomb robber and was stabbed in the side. He had already been ill and was out against the others will. "Ever heard of 'needed action'?"joked Gahigi, leaning against Malik for support. "Ever heard of 'needed health'?"joked Malik, forcing his friend back on the bed. "Okay you two, back to business. Gahigi, Bakura wasn't there."said Raphael.
"What?"growled Gahigi. "Yes, it is true."said Malik, putting an arm around his friend. "Well, guess that makes more work for us."mumbled Gahigi. "For us actually. You need to stay in bed."said Raphael, pointing at him. Gahigi pouted and Malik giggled. Raphael looked at the two teens and sighed. 'So young, so naïve. Why are they in such a dangerous job?' he thought. "Raphael? Raphy? Hello?"said Malik, waving a hand in front of the older mans eyes.
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Bakura was laying silently on the bed with a blank look on his face and stared at the wall. Bastet did as much as she could to catch his attention and failed. She called for Aziza to help. Aziza looked closely at him and turned to Bastet. "He is depressed and been that way for at least seven years. Ever since the 'white bandit' had become known."said Aziza. Bastet looked down at the boy and nodded, then she smiled. "I can end that."she mumbled. Aziza left and Bastet quickly lifted Bakura onto another bed and covered up to his shoulders in blankets.
The most response she got was him squirm slightly and then see him glare hard at the wall. Bakura softly muttered something and Bastet heard. "I want to go home."he had muttered. Bastet took one last glance at the sullen teen and went to find Amunet to tell her of what she heard. Aziza sighed and saw that the boy had fallen into slumber.
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Amunet was sulking outside a bar and the others were watching with strange looks on their faces.
DGB: Well, that was fun... O.O
Bakura: he heh I hate you...
DGB: Say that again and you're life really WILL be a living hell!
Bakura: Review nicely... O.O