It only takes two angry steps to bring him right next to the Pharaoh. It only takes a breath to lean down, to fist his hands in the linen of his garments and drag him off his knees. The thief — the self-styled Thief King — should be glad to see his nemesis so, shouldn't he? It should delight him to see the other man prostrate on his knees but instead it brings him nothing but anger.
There's a crash from below as a roof gives in, a building collapsing in on itself. It sends a whirl of smoke and flames into the air though only harmless sparks are carried to the cliff. One sizzles into Bakura's cheek, nothing more than a super heated piece of sand really, but it's like he doesn't even feel the tiny burn. He's too intent on the Pharaoh, on this trespassing, to care about anything else.
(He tells himself he doesn't care but how can he not, with his village burning down over and over, and him forced to watch...)
"You have no right to be here. None!" The words are hissed out, sibilant and choked by the rage that threatens to close his throat. Even his hands belie the emotion, shaking where he grips the Pharaoh's clothes.
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It only takes two angry steps to bring him right next to the Pharaoh. It only takes a breath to lean down, to fist his hands in the linen of his garments and drag him off his knees. The thief — the self-styled Thief King — should be glad to see his nemesis so, shouldn't he? It should delight him to see the other man prostrate on his knees but instead it brings him nothing but anger.
There's a crash from below as a roof gives in, a building collapsing in on itself. It sends a whirl of smoke and flames into the air though only harmless sparks are carried to the cliff. One sizzles into Bakura's cheek, nothing more than a super heated piece of sand really, but it's like he doesn't even feel the tiny burn. He's too intent on the Pharaoh, on this trespassing, to care about anything else.
(He tells himself he doesn't care but how can he not, with his village burning down over and over, and him forced to watch...)
"You have no right to be here. None!" The words are hissed out, sibilant and choked by the rage that threatens to close his throat. Even his hands belie the emotion, shaking where he grips the Pharaoh's clothes.