A/n: IM SORRY. That is all. I was going to make this longer but... I decided I liked the ending. See you next chapter - it or 13 will be the last. This was harder to write than I thought it was going to be. I'm very sorry if any one seems OOC – and chenzira maybe more important later. But … I really don't know.

I'm not sure when the next update'll be but I HAVE STARTED it, at least .o. and I have some sort of plan.

-Ka Chapter Eleven: Accomplish -

They had been traveling for a while, or that was what it felt like. It was impossible to tell time here, with no moon or stars nor the sun. Bakura wondered if time did pass here, but this thought disappeared quickly. Even then, the four of them traveled on, every so often talking to each other. More often then not, this caused plenty of melodrama - or something similar, due to Bakura's conflicting personality - at least compared to their own.

This was one of those times, but it was very different from the ones before.

Chenzira had been injured, Mahado noticed. He was sure everyone else did too. The thief didn't seem to care, of course. Kisara seemed to be in her own little world, though she seemed to be growing more worried with each passing moment. Perhaps she thought they were lost?

They probably were, Bakura had said once.

Either way, they continued on, even if their journey was beginning to seem fruitless.

Now, once again one of them was injured, and smelled like blood. This attracted a few unpleasant creatures. And because of that, the others had minor injuries, only making every thing worse, if only a bit.

"I vote we let Chenzira die." Bakura muttered, not in a good mood. He had been like this for awhile, grouchy, yet oddly quiet – or, at least, quiet compared to his normal self. It was a little jarring, really, how odd he was acting. He was much more tense then how he usually acted. He gave off an air like he knew something was going to happen; something that probably wouldn't end well.

Chenzira stopped. He barked out another one of his insults, before he went back to his brisk walking pace. Bakura sparked up a small verbal quarrel with him.

Mahado frowned, noticing he was being insulted too. Great.

There was a sound - it was loud and ear grating, enough to send shivers down the spines of the wary travelers. Bakura reacted the worst to it, as he crouched down, close to almost-ground. His hands clenched his ears in pain, turning white from the pressure. If it was the fact the he had enhanced hearing or not wasn't made clear – It didn't matter though.

Kisara barely seemed to register it, looking around in dull surprise. Soon though, the expression deepened to worry, with a tinge of anxiety. She frowned, which looked odd on such a pretty and normally sweet-looking face.

Chenzira winced, as did Mahado. The magician got into a stance, ready to fight what ever were to come their way. Nothing came, and Chenzira felt a wave of deja-vu. The scream... it sounded familiar... The thing that had attacked him before - it had to be. The blood curdling scream that chilled him to the bone was too similar to be something else.

Bakura recovered quickly, straightening back up again with an audible crack from his joints. He looked around, eyes narrowed in suspicion. They widened, and focused onto a glinting object. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. It was oval shaped – like an eye.

"Over there." Bakura said briskly, pointing at the red glint. Before anyone could react another screech filled their ears. Something large took flight and swooped in, talons extended.

Bakura made to roll out of the way, suddenly missing the usefulness of his legs and the power of his Ka.

Chenzira tried to do a spell that ultimately failed. The rebound knocked him off his feet, the creature's claws grazing his nose. Mahado was much better at magic, having been trained. There was blinding flashed of light, that made Bakura think of Ra, wondering what the god would do if some silly mage could do this.

The Ka screamed in agony, it's glistening wings blazing a bright yellow from flames. It plummeted to the ground, the fire spreading from there, following the creature's spine.

By this point, Chenzira had recovering from the blast, while Kisara and Bakura where still dazed. He moved to attack the blazing dragon – it's form now easily identifiable – but froze, pale and shaking.

"No..." He voice was a small whisper, gone unheard by everyone else. "It.. It can't be!" Chenzira's voice grew in strength, as he tried to calm and regain control over him emotions – he needed to be stoic. A thief, a killer, a criminal – not some pansy who cared too much about someone who had never been related to him in the first place.

But he knew he could not doubt what was in front of him – or so he thought. There was one small, tiny, shrinking hope that this wasn't real. Life would have been better if this was some crazed dream or trick of the mind That way, he'd never have to face the truth.

The dragon was the Ka of the man he considered his brother – the one who had died only what seemed a day and a century ago - Wamkuta. He had found the name so silly at first – making it even harder to take the foolish petty thief he was at the time serious. Just a child he had been. Why had he grown so weak to let him follow him?

But maybe that was, after all, human nature. They were social creatures but Chenzira still wondered why Wamkuta grew on him so much.

He felt heat shoot through his body, the flames out of control now. They had spread during his internal monologue – even if the ka didn't seem like it could burn. He backed away, and before anyone could attack, put the flames out with a surprising effective water spell.

Chenzira's face went smug. Bakura sneered, angry and obviously confused. "What the hell are you doing?" He yelled, moving to grab the other. He was held back by the other, though, much to his increasing annoyance.

"It's Wamkuta..." He murmured.

"Who?"

Chenzira's arms shook. He wished to punch Bakura – in his mind, the annoying, rude bastard deserved it. But as much as it would make him feel better, it wasn't his priority. He didn't care about some people he got stuck traveling with – his main focus was the alive but in pain dragon in front of him.

Kisara bit her lip. "But.. he died." She pointed out in an almost scared tone.

"But it looks so much like his Ka!" Chenzira countered, turning to glare at her. Kisara flinched slightly in surprise, though this wasn't the first instant that the thief has lost his temper on her. Bakura looked down, not caring anymore.

Mahado blinked. "...Maybe this is what happens to those who fall in battle, they-" he was cut off by the very their he was holding back.

"They get cursed to be here forever." Bakura finished. "...maybe there is no way out. Let's just leave!"

Mahado was surprised by this reaction from Bakura... Kisara, however, shook her head. "We've made it this far, and you're giving up? Some 'thief king' you are, giving up on something you showed ambition for!"

Her words pierced Bakura far more then he wished to acknowledge, let alone admit. "What does that have to do with my title at all?" He roughly pulled himself from Mahado's grasp, frowning one more. "Fine, let's head to our deaths." He snorted, but seemed a lot less enthusiastic compared to the day or so before.

Chenzira started to tend to the injured Ka. "I'm staying behind." He announced. "I... I don't care about leaving. I want to stay here."

Bakura blinked dumbly. He wasn't sure what to think about that. A part of him thought that Chenzira was going crazy – after all the creature in front of him was thrashing around, afraid and probably trying to kill the other. But on the other hand, if a part of Bakura's family had come back to life, there was a chance that... he too would have stayed with them.

He tried his best to remain stoic – trying to get an emotionless pokerface on. They didn't need to know what he was thinking about. He wouldn't cry; that was weak, something that only children did.

Kisara bit at her lip, just in Bakura's sight from the corner of his eye. She seemed a bit confused, and a bit sad.

Mahado didn't seem to be bugged by it at all, just giving a curt nod as though he never really cared much for Chenzira in the first place. Maybe that had been true, but Bakura didn't find something so trivial all the important.

Chenzira slowly advanced towards Red-Eyes Black Dragon. The dragon – Wamkuta – tensed, ready to attack and slay the fool. Chenzira only reached out with a tanned arm, fingers inching closer to its face.

"Wamkuta... it's only me." He cooed, as though he was talking to a lost child. His tone was almost soothing, something that seemed out of character to Bakura – though taking in the fact they had not known each other for long, maybe he had been acting odd the whole time. Chezira had seemed weak from the very beginning.

Slowly, the dragon calmed down. It no longer seemed as hostile, accepting the other's hand as it pushed it snout into it, a curious sound coming from Red-Eye's throat.

Chenzira stroked it gently, a faint smile forming on his lips. "Maybe this place isn't so bad..." That was it. Chenzira had lost his mind! There was no way any sane person would ever think that.

Kisara teared up slightly, having attached herself to him far too easily. Stupid girl. She went over beside Chenzira, murmuring a tiny goodbye. "Perhaps we'll meet again some day." She said, her tone almost spelling out 'I promise'. She hugged him, before standing up once more. She moved slowly, which greatly annoyed Bakura.

Bakura grunted. "We should get going..." Truthfully, he couldn't care less, actually. Not matter what he did, he had feeling Zorc was going to do something. And now, he knew that maybe trying to help the entity had been a very grave mistake. He haunted his dreams, and seemed to spell destruction for them all.

How could he had been so stupid?

An image of a small, bloody and lost white haired child came to mind. No wonder he had agreed to help the strange voice in his head. He didn't know better. He was scared, confused and... well, he had not better judgment at the time. Perhaps things would have been better if he died along side his family.

No.

If he had died who'd get revenge on the horrible things the Pharaoh had done?

True, the one who had did such a thing had died but there was still his son and his brother to kill. Maybe if he got out in time, he'd be able to get his revenge before something bad happened.

Yes, Bakura liked that idea.

'Do you really think you'll accomplish that?'