They call me a thief. A petty commoner who steals for a living. I see it another way. I am doing what I must to survive. I am the last living being from the village, Kuru Elna. I am not supposed to be alive. Oprhaned because of murdered parents before my teen years, I learned how to survive quickly. There is no grey area--only black and white. You live or you die. There is no in-between. Just as you are either status or non. You can't be both.  So if that is what it means to be a thief, then call me a king for I am the best of all thieves in this land! In that, I obtain status.

I barely remember my parents' faces. It is my only fear--losing their image in my own mind. I remember the night the soldiers and priests came. My parents were going over a new strike plan on the tombs of pharaohs in our humble abode. I was going to be the decoy--distracting the guards. Me, an innocent little boy, crying for having strayed too far from my family's caravan and gotten lost. BAH! I'm no innocent! I never was! But, I can play one if it is necessary. I can be anything I like. I can have anything I want. My mother once told me if I studied the arts well, I could have the world in my lap. For a commoner, I am well educated. I can read, write, and have even been taught the dark magics usually reserved for nobility and royals by birth.

Was I chosen for some higher destiny? I'd like to think so. Must have ambition to get anywhere in life. Egypt owes me. More specifically, its rulers owe me. They took my world away from me without a justified reason for their own petty desires of power. What right do they have to choose who lives and who dies?! Their rank means nothing. For most, especially those who are not educated, a piece of papyrus bearing lineage is nothing more than markings on dried out leaves. We all bleed the same color blood and see through the same kind of eyes. What's the difference? Guess those high status beings just don't see it from a level looking up. They are always looking down. That is the problem. But, what if their lives were threatened in the very ways ours below are? What if their very way of living was destroyed? Their loved ones slaughtered? The innocence stripped away from their children like a skin off a dead animal? It is this I feel I am destined to 'educate' them with. And I have all the knowledge and skills necessary to do so. My greatest strength will be their underestimation of me as a mere thieving criminal. They will be clueless to the powers that lie beneath! I will NOT let Kuru Elna die completely! It's name and legacy and demise survives within me. I KNOW those priests, at least one priest anyway, knows the name still as well. He has stuffed it deep within his soul, thinking it will never resurface. That all traces of his massacre were wiped away with the blood of our village. But it exists not only in his own mind, but in mine, and in those shiny objects they bear in the name of the kingdom. Those golden objects are MY people--having been born from their very blood and lives. So, those objects are in essence, my objects--and I want them back!

I hear the king I was initially seeking my revenge upon, has died. He should be so lucky! No matter though, his teenage son has taken the throne. He's young and untested...innocent in his own right. I'll strip him of that. That will be my first task in the name of Kuru Elna. He'll lose his innocence in the same way I lost mine--with the blood of those he cares about and then I'll drink of cup of his own. I will make a mockery of him and show the people of 'his kingdom' that he is a weak, unfit king. This kingdom will learn about hatred born from love and its power above all else. I am not evil...at least not from my side of the river. I do not kill in cold blood like they do and hide it under a mask of 'good' for all. If I kill, I am honest in why I killed. I cannot predict the future, but I feel my destiny will take me to kiss the hand of some ultimate, dark power. I can feel it in the depths of my bones. But in whose eyes is it to say it's evil or good? It's all a matter of perspective. But hey, I like the sound of the word so perhaps I should call myself, Avenger of Kuru Elna and harbinger of Evil! Has a darker demonic sound to it than "King of Thieves" doesn't it?

And with that, I will conclude this little 'historical record'. May it survive for eternity so that others may learn of the wrong-doings of high status people upon those who are not born into that and how one person can indeed change the destiny of not only oneself, but the entire world.

Bakura, King of Thieves and Avenger of Kuru Elna

Author's Note: Well there you have a little 'test' chapter of Bakura: Avenger of Kuru Elna. Feel free to respond with comments,etc. about it in my message board. Simply hit your back button and in the same section you found this journal, go slightly below it to find the link to my message board. There is a topic for this story in my Fanfic topic area.

I'm currently pondering some ideas for new Yugioh fics. Ties that Bind and Aww Scheiss are rounding the turn for home. Actually Aww Scheiss is about one chapter away from home. Stay tuned here for possible tryout fic ideas. I may throw some out on here. Two I'm thinking about are something like sequels to A Day in the Life but only with Thief Bakura's perspective on life or perhaps Marik's. If I do consider those options, I will post trial chapters of them here in this journal first.

Also, I'm still actively writing my Star Wars prequel fic, If Banthas Could Fly. I'm having fun with that as I try to show just how strong the bond of friendship/brothers is between Obi-Wan and Anakin. After seeing some of the deleted footage on the Episode III dvd, I've come to realize that I might be fairly close in my potrayal of this bond. There was a scene where they even start and finish each others' sentence and have special codes like baseball players for different tactics to use.

My YGO Ties that Bind fic may turn into an ancient battle onslaught. I've been a bit inspired by some of the aggressive instrumental songs on the ALEXANDER soundtrack, especially "Titans" and "Dream of Babylon." I may even try my hand at a fanart as I can see a neat image in my head of Anhur racing across the desert in full armor(well as full as ancient Egyptian armor gets, which is only a fraction of that of say, a knight of the Middle Ages) on a raging war stallion as he returns to Egypt by way of the Western Desert (Libya). But we'll see how much spare time I have to fiddle with that idea. Time to write fics is hard enough let alone adding a little fanart.

As typical October weather would be, it was a record breaking month for total rainfall here in upstate NY. Worse yet, my roof sprang a leak...not just a normal leak, but one right over my furnace! I was sleeping at the time and all comfy in my covers, I never noticed the heat having not kicked on. The ignitor was still trying to start the water-soaked thing though. A short could've started and then a fire to follow. But...my kitty...ever persistent, kept bothering me all day long.   I ignored her and shooed her off me several times as I tried to continue sleeping. (I work overnights so yes, I do sleep all day long). Eventually she'd had enough of that and opted for a more drastic way of waking me--dumping my pots off the kitchen counter with loud clangs, bangs, and thumps! I snapped awake, ripped the covers off...and suddenly realized how dang cold it was inside! After picking up the pots and comforting one spooked kitty (guess she didn't know pots were really THAT noisy), I checked the thermostat and then furnace. I could hear the ignitor, see the water, but in semi-sleep state, couldn't make the connection. Then it clicked, best to shut the thing off and get the landlord. My cat woke me up early enough to catch him and allow him to get to hardware stores before they closed. On top of that, she may have helped prevent a fire. Knowing my luck, I would've slept through it. Worse yet, the battery in my smoke detector was dead so it wouldn't have gone off either. Yes, Cookie got a full can of real tuna for all that as a reward. See, not only dogs are responsible for saving lives---cats are just as skilled at it. And cats only do things if they WANT to do them. So if they're saving your butt...there must be a bond there that the cat enjoys as much as you do in order to make effort. To me, that just seems more meaningful than the 'always there to please' dog who makes no decisions on its own...nearly everything a dog does is to please its human. And I was a dog person before this cat. How worlds can change.

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