Story Summary: - Why bother trying to out-duel the Pharaoh when you can crush his spirit by... other methods" Yami Bakura figures to himself. Armed with chains, matches, tones of sharp shiny objects, witty sarcasm and anything else he can think of; Bakura sets out to do just that... to find a way to break Yami's spirit and have him begging for death in just 10 days. Question is though... can he actually do it?

Disclaimer: - O as much as I would just loooooooove to be Yami Bakura in this fanfiction torturing the o-so-annoying Pharaoh, sadly that isn't the case. However that doesn't mean that I still can't fantasize about the idea, and write a brand new fiction about it.

Authors Notes: - Ok, so this won't be 100 realistically in-character. However I have started this as a simple, fun fanfiction to write in my spare time... and if you don't like it, don't read it.

O yeah, I don't absolutely hate the Pharaoh ((hate is such a strong word don't you think))... I just don't particularly like him. A few of his... well lets say 'habits' tend to grate on my nerves a little.

Bakura's Personal Journal BEFORE the 10 days start-

I don't get why I didn't think of this earlier. I've tried to trap his friend's souls in cards and duel him... and that didn't work. I've tried straight out dueling him... and well that didn't work either. Heck, I've even pushed the guy off a cliff... and even that didn't work.

The stupid, stuck up, egoistic, pain-in-the-ass Pharaoh just doesn't lose. I mean, no matter who duels him, or who has a better deck, or who is clearly winning for 90 percent of the duel, the idiot always manages to wins. In fact the closer I come to defeating him, the more pathetic the reason he wins is.

I SHOULD have won even way back in duelist kingdom. For one the baka was utterly clueless about his past, which means his previous dueling skills he had in Ancient Egypt were utterly useless to him. I mean, sure the game was somewhat different back then but at least the basic principles were the same. Then again when I think about it he didn't actually do a lot of the work himself in Ancient Egypt, most of his holier-then-thou priests did it all for him. Once those morons proved that they were incapable jerks, he would just give some boring-as-hell monologue about "how I would pay for what I have done" (or some other complete and utter crap like that), summon a God and hope for the best.

He had 6 priests that foolishly did anything and everything that he told them to do. Those priests had YEARS to go from 'completely and utterly pathetic' to just 'somewhat pathetic'. Heck, the idiot Pharaoh even had 3 fucking Gods that he could summon whenever the hell he wanted. He had everything he could ever want at his disposal, and yet I still nearly manage to beat him. Although technically he didn't exactly win… he just stalled everything for 3000 years.

But anyways, back to my point.

The asshole had no memories of anything and little dueling experience compared to me (as I said before Ancient Egypt doesn't count for him). Of course as always, Yami just HAVING to play the 'moronic damm hero' meant that he got pissed off a lot and attacked first before thinking. So what happens as a result... one of his pathetic mortal friends finds themselves trapped in the card graveyard, which only causes him to become more pissed off. O how I love psychological torture... the look on his face when he realizes his chances of getting out of the whole mess are becoming more and more slim. A look I want to see him having on his face a lot more often from now.

However let's face it... I WOULD have won the duel and put an end to everything if it weren't for an almost-as-big-an-idiot named Ryou. The 'other half of my soul' my ass... he's a pathetic goody-goody wimp who only manages to show an ounce of a backbone at the most inconvenient moments. Stupid idiot should be grateful for all I have done for him... but no. If it weren't for the fact it would further delay my plans on killing the Pharaoh and obtaining his puzzle ((and the fact Malic was just being a pain in the ass)), I would have let the ungrateful twit die from Slifer's blast. Besides, Ryou's whining and pleading was REALLY starting to bug me.

I actually waste some of my time to help Ryou out every now and then, and look what he does... he fucking turns on me. If my landlord hadn't suddenly decided to have a backbone at the last minute, everything would be over and I wouldn't be sitting here writing this on a stupid piece of paper. The world would actually be covered in complete darkness, and everything would be just the way I like it.

But fine... being sent to the card graveyard was just a minor setback. A few days later and a little psychological pressure on Ryou... and things were back on track. I easily obtain the Millennium Eye from some retarded freak who was called "Pegasus", and then Ryou goes back to Domino City. From the millennium ring I could sit and ponder on what to do next.

Moving along, the next time I end up dueling the pharaoh is on some fancy blimp in some stupid tournament hosted by the re-incarnation of the moronic Priest Seth. I mean sure... the guy has an ego larger then Yami's dad's tomb as well as more money then he can ever hope to spend in his lifetime... so what does he do? He figures that he'd at least attempt to spend some of the mountains of gold he owns by hosting a huge tournament filled with tonnes of over-dramatics. But of course this is the re-incarnation of Priest Seth we are talking about here... of course he just has to have tonnes of over-dramatics. God he'd have a fit if some stranger came along and didn't all but bow down to him due to the fact they'd never heard of him.

Anyways, first round of the finals is me VS the 'I've got a 9inch poll stuck up my ass' Pharaoh. Everything is perfect... if I just simply win the duel then not only do I finally get Yugi's puzzle, some Egyptian slut named "Malic" gives me his Millennium Rod in exchange for a God card. I'd finally have 4 of the millennium items in my possession, and could just easily use my ring to track down the other 3 items. Quite a simple and easy plan... well once I finally defeated the Pharaoh in a duel anyways.

I'm clearly dominating the duel for 90 of the time… but guess what happens. Due to a combination of Yami's 'unreasonably pathetic good luck' and the annoying-as-hell Egyptian slut who didn't understand the phrase "shut the fuck up and mind your own business", I lost the duel. ME... Bakura... lost a one-on-one duel... to the stuck-up pharaoh. God it sucks!

However now when I reflect back on everything, the closest I have ever come to actually killing the pharaoh was way back in Ancient Egypt when I pushed him off a nice tall cliff after physically taking the puzzle off him. God the look of absolute fury mixed with a hint of fear... o how I savor that look. But let's not forget his scream when I pushed him off the cliff... words can't even begin to describe the rush I felt from that scream. Absolutely nothing in this mortal world can even come close to the thrill you get from when you hear the person you absolutely hate the most in this world give out a scream which can only be pulled off when a person is fully expecting to die in the next 3 seconds. Even my memory of that scream doesn't do it justice. God I want to hear that scream again...

Anyways why the hell should I bother trying to out-duel the 'I just gotta prove that I'm a stuck-up-asshole on a regular basis' Pharaoh when I can crush his spirit by... lets say 'other methods'? I just gotta chain him to a cold, wet sewer wall and play around with a few of my sharp shiny 'toys'... and maybe starve him a little... and in 10 days he'll be begging and pleading with me for death.

Death my dear Pharaoh will be a mercy... one that I am most certainly not generous enough to grant.

Authors Notes: - Well, that was more fun to write then I expected. Normally when I write Bakura in the various rollplays I do with friends, I don't make him anywhere as long winded and monologue-ey. However this is a fanfiction... and I absolutely refuse to post anything under 1000 words ((even if it's only a prologue)). So if you're going to bitch about Bakura being out of character due to the fact he isn't long winded like that... then YOU try writing something better which is the same length first.

To be honest I have no idea what I am going to write for the outcome of the 10 days... aka whether or not Bakura will actually end up breaking Yami's spirit. Shall be interesting to find out don't you think?

Anyways, all reviews are welcome. All flames I'll laugh at, and probably go toast marshmallows on.