OK ya'll. Who is ready for my first serious Bakura fic? ^ ^;

Background on the story really quick. I was wondering (while watching really badly dubbed Yuugi-oh) why Bakura wants to take over the world. Now I figured he just wants the power. Why? To kill Yami, of course. But why Yami? What did Yami and Seto and the gang from the past have to do with Bakura? Well kids. . . now you're about to find out.

Our story. . . . Written in Bakura's point of view. . .

~~~~ Chapter Zero: The assignment

Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugi-oh. But me and my friend Kitsune own the right to the past we've fabricated as the truth. ^ ^; Thanks for reading in advanced.

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My eyes ran over the black board again and again. This was a joke right?

"The assignment is to write a personal narrative that has to do with an event in your past that has changed your life," The teacher repeated the assignment again for those who weren't listening.

I couldn't believe it. I gathered up my books preparing to leave, the assignment was stupid and made no sense in my mind. None at all.

My past was filled with stealing and lies. There was nothing that changed me, I've always been who I am today.

The bell rang and I shuffled back to my hikari's house. I would write the damned assignment, even if it meant BSing the entire paper.

I sat down at my table waiting for an idea to hit me. There was nothing but stealing.

"Why don't you write about love?" Ryou suggested to me. I looked up from the table and watched him walk across the room and place a glass of lemonade on the table.

"I was a tomb robber," I cried at him. "I had no time for love or friends."

"Than why is it you insist on wearing that ring on your finger," Ryou pointed out the golden band along my left ring finger. I pulled my hand out of his view.

"It is none of your concern," I snapped. Ryou looked hurt for a minute, and at the same time pleased he could push down a part of the wall I built around myself. I let out a loud sigh and played with the band around my finger.

"So?"

"I insist on wearing it to remind myself of all the blood and pain of the past. Every time I look at this ring, I can still taste her blood on my lips; the innocent blood that pulsed through her veins and gave her life. The life I couldn't give back."

I sat there for a moment and waited for a reply from my hikari. By this point I didn't care if my shields had fallen, it felt so good to tell someone our story; even if it was a small part. I've kept it in for 5,000 years and based my revenge on it.

It felt good to tell someone.

"Who is she?" Ryou asked standing there wondering if he had said too much, but he had said just enough.

"Kysen." Ryou paused for a moment unable to move and then he nodded knowing he had dug too far and moved out of the room leaving me to myself.

I didn't want to be left alone at that moment in time, but if Ryou had stayed he would've reminded me of everything. I do not love my hikari. Ryou Bakura just has one simple thing that keeps me from killing him; Kysen's eyes.

So silently I set to work. There was no stopping now that I had said something. I had to tell our story; even if it meant opening up wounds that haven't healed . . . even after 5,000 years.

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Sorry it was so short. It just felt good ending right there. So. . . tell me what you think? Please review. . . it helps me with feedback. . . ^ ^; thanks. . . bai bai.

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Shout outs:

Kitsune: Thanks for helping me expand on this idea by rping the outline with me. It really meant a lot. See you later! *waves* bai!

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End Chapter Zero.