A/N: Hey all! Grace here again, ready to give you my personal fanfic. I know I've been slow updating my other story, but I have unfortunately come to a bit of a road block. I'll make sure to update that one as soon as I can, but for now, enjoy Jekyll and Hyde!

Full Summary: Ryou Bakura, a smart and outspoken piano player at Domino Academy of the Arts is forced into a role he is perfect for. However, he didn't realise that 'getting in character' would have such disasterous consequences. Follow his tale as he discovers the truth behind 'good' and 'evil' once and for all, while breaking the thin line between the two. Loosely based on the concept of 'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde'. Rating may go up as the story progresses as it may or may not be a horror fic.

Prologue

In each of us, there are two natures. If this primitive duality of man, good and evil, could be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that is unbearable. It is the curse of mankind that these polar twins should be constantly struggling. – Dr Henry Jekyll

Good and evil, right from wrong, angelic verses demonic.
These two polar opposites in life are the source of both happiness and tragedy. Most people would say happiness is guided by good, while tragedy is the force of evilness. But, do we really understand the true nature of the two? What would make someone entirely evil or good?

In society we are taught to respect those that are innocent and shame those that are tainted, but do we ever question it? It is the natural act of man to smite the wicked and commend the heroic without realising the reasons behind these acts.

I'd once thought that these two twins could live harmoniously with one another, work together somehow, and relieve the world from imminent chaos. But I was wrong, so very wrong indeed. Good and evil were created solely for the purpose of primitive behaviour; one cannot exist without the other, and must continue to fight until the end of time.

From the beginning of my realisation I was always Jekyll, always innocent, always doing the best for everyone and never putting myself before anyone. I was once considered an angel. A species man describes as heavenly and I thought I was too. I was merely an Englishman, living in my fathers' home country of Japan, achieving nothing and executing nothing. Not only was my behaviour heavenly, but also my appearance.

I'd never frown, even in the darkest times and would warm anyone with a calming smile. My soft, doe-like eyes glistening with honesty as I did so. Never did I insult another, nor did I commit egotistical remarks to show off my wealth. It is true that I was once well off and had any necessity given to me on a silver platter, but I'd never flaunt my wealth in the eyes of others worse off than me. I'd give my time and effort to those who needed it and gave sound advice to those who asked. I was admired by my peers and outspoken to all, an angel physically and emotionally.

I was innocent. I wasn't tainted like those who took material items such as looks into account and I'd never get in the way of those who did. My skin and hair radiated this too. My skin, pale and soft, never touched nor marked. A full description of pureness in my mind. My hair, once so full of life and as white as snow reflected the thoughts society had of me being a walking angel among demons. I had no act of injustice against me and I stayed in my place, observing anything and everything I looked at or touched.

I was, however intrigued at the opposite side of my nature. What I'd be like if I'd followed a path of evil and shied away from the light that was my soul. Who would my personal Hyde be and how would he see the world? I found out all too soon unfortunately and tragedy struck my once clean slate.

My Hyde revealed himself to me and created chaos in his wake. I could not control myself or my curiosity from peaking. I was interested in my Hydes' story and his reasons for his hatred of mankind. He, in turn, showed me a world unlike my own.

He showed me life at its best and damned all who took that privilege away from him. He stole, he murdered and I stood by him for most of it. I didn't realise until it was too late, that I had fed him power and he took it in his stead. My soul, torn in two and unrepairable, had crumbled to ashes and fed the beast that dwelled within me and I had the guilt to pay for it.

Becoming Jekyll was the worst decision of my life and I've paid with my life for it. Hyde was not a man, but a monster to mankind and I couldn't help but pity him. His story and his love of life introduced me to a new, unorthodox way of thinking, but I couldn't bear to look away. My soul became tainted with evilness and I couldn't stand off against the growing darkness that surrounded my conscious each day.

So I sit here praying, hoping that someone will see the dimming light in my being and rescue me from the mistake I have made. I keep my courage as a sign of my last fight for control and to tell my last message to those that will hear it.

If you are one wondering how my story began, I have to take you back to before tragedy struck, before I'd succumbed to the darkness and before I was seen as a monster. However, I must warn that this tale is not one for those of faint hearts, but for those with a strong will and an interest in the other side of humanity.

For I, Mr. Ryou Bakura, will tell you this tragic tale of misery and despair, leaving no details of false hope, only the truth. For the truth is all I have left.

It began on an early January morning, two years ago….

A/N: Well there you have it! I should warn that the beginning is a little bit slow, but it will gradually become darker and action packed. Please R&R!

~Grace