A/N: To be honest, the idea for this fic isn't mine. I got it from my brother-in-law, who supported Thief King Bakura and often said that his cause was "the most justified evil I've ever seen." (Hence the name of this fic.) He started writing a story in which ancient versions of ourselves would go help Bakura get vengeance against the Pharaoh. Or so he said.

My brother-in-law turned out to be a lying, cheating, stealing jerk. I'm sure he never actually wrote his story, but what he had told me about it kept running through my mind, with parts I hated and liked, especially the ending that I came up with and he claimed credit for. And I decided to do a little thievery of my own. I'm taking the plot and redoing things my way, saving Bakura's characterization from being destroyed (I hope) and gaining my vengeance against Jimmi within the tale.

Honestly, I greatly dislike OCs, especially in the form of self-insert; however, I can't write this without leaving our two characters in. I am going to try my absolute hardest to not allow either character to become a Mary Sue/Gary Stu, but keep in mind I've never written with OCs before. I greatly appreciate constructive criticism. Flames are... understandable, but greatly UNappreciated.

Two other notes:

1. This will follow the Ancient Egypt arc of the MANGA - Millennium World. I don't like how the anime portrays Bakura. And it doesn't work with this plot anyway.

2. Each chapter will have a song as the title. The lyrics and/or music will have something to do with what's going on in that chapter. Might be interesting to look up. This one is "Sunday Bloody Sunday" by U2.

Okay, I SWEAR those will be the longest author's notes for this fanfic. Now for the prologue. Enjoy!

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Justified Evil Prologue: Sunday Bloody Sunday

The Egyptian mother and her young son watched his father ride off into the distance, willing to sacrifice all for their country. Her dark eyes held a deep sadness, but the boy's blue ones seemed prematurely calm: he did not fully understand the fact that he would never see that man again... at least, not as his father.

The Pharaoh stood at the head of his court, his chief wife beside him, cradling in her arms the babe that would one day take over for his father and rule Egypt. The crown prince with the shock of bright hair slept soundly, not realizing that his destiny would also be forever sealed that fateful night.

Soldiers charged forward under the name of the King, ruthlessly slaughtering the villagers - men, women, and children alike. No one paid any heed to the white-haired child, the sole survivor, taking in every sight with eyes wide in terror and a mind that would forever after be scarred and tormented by this night.

The entire foreign army was destroyed in one blast, never standing a chance against Egypt's newest weapons borne of shadows. Those left behind, the ones not involved in the fighting, were taken as slaves; including an older boy, who was dragged away kicking and screaming in rage as he watched his brothers die.

Within the royal city, just outside the palace walls, the youngest child of all began to inconsolably wail.

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A/N: Dunno when the first chapter will be out - I have it written, but might add more to the end. Depends on interest and amount of time I have. (College kid in the middle of an 18-hour semester - agh!) In the meantime, please read and review! =)