Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. If I did, do ya think I'd be sitting here eating stale cookies after school?
A/N: Hey folks! My first Yami Bakura fic though I've liked him for awhile. So many make him out to be a bad guy. But what if it had something to do with his past? Maybe that would explain his hatred toward Yami.
Don't take any of this as shounen-ai, just a close friendship.
Oh, and I sorta made modern day Yami a little…mean?
Here are some Egyptian words I might use. I did not find these myself, but borrowed them from a fic by Akemi.
child: khered
love: mr
mother: mewet
friend: mer
prince: re-pat
son: sa
thief: itja
father: it
majesty: hm
If I use any of the above words, they'll be in italics.
Bakura = Yami Bakura (cause I'm too lazy to type the whole thing)
Ryou = Bakura
Yuugi = as himself
Yami = ditto
Thoughts
Emphasized
~ dreams ~
/ …/ = hikari to yami
//…// = yami to hikari
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"It's funny how silence speaks
sometimes when you're alone
and remember that you feel.
And if I walk alone to the other side
I know I might not make it home."
~Creed
"Faceless Man"
L O S T
S O U L S
~ Images of death, destruction, and suffering surrounded him. He whirled away from the image of a stone and straw house falling to the ground, its thatch roof still ablaze, only to be confronted by a picture of shadowy people falling to the ground, spears and daggers still embedded in their flesh.
With a yell of fright, brown eyes searched for an exit of any kind from this hellish prison. Suddenly he was tripped and fell painfully to his hands and knees. He came face to face with a crimson pool of blood. He couldn't tear his eyes away as images flickered in the puddle of life. A family huddled together in a corner, the flames of their burning village reflecting off their faces. A man with black hair held his wife close. The woman had her arms around a child, seemingly around 6 or 7, and held her son close.
The person watching these images strained to make out the shadowy face of the child, then leapt back to his feet as the child seemed to stare right into his eyes. It couldn't be…
The teen stumbled backwards and didn't even see the endless black pit form behind him. His foot went over the edge and he struggled to keep his balance. He just managed to grab the edge of the pit, holding on for dear life. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Anybody, please help me! he screamed mentally.
A figure flickered to life in front of him.
"Please help me!" he yelled, not caring if he was pleading or not.
The image's violet eyes flashed and a smirk spread across his features. The teen's eyes widened in horror at the realization of who stood in front of him. The specter stepped forward and stepped on the teen's hand. He held back a yell of pain.
The image smiled cruelly down at him. "You said it yourself,
itja. 'No mercy for the weak.'" The pressure intensified and the teen lost his grip."Nooooooooo…!!" ~
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Bakura bolted upright in bed, perspiration glistening off his bare skin. Frantically, he looked around and finding himself in his soul room, he managed to calm his racing heart. The dark spirit rested his head in his hands, silver white hair obscuring his face. That nightmare again… Why does it haunt me so? He lay back down on his sweat-soaked pillow. But he couldn't fall back asleep, afraid the nightmare would return. Restless, he sighed and sat up. He was clad only in a pair of black sweatpants. He took about wondering about his soul room. Egyptian artifacts lined the walls. One by one, the former tomb robber examined each one carefully.
When he tired of this, he sat back on the bed. Ryou would be sleeping right about now. It was probably around three in the morning. Nevertheless, Bakura closed his eyes and separated from his hikari. He opened his eyes to find his suspicions were true. Ryou was sound asleep, his breathing light and sleep unplagued by dreams. Bakura narrowed his eyes. This child was so blessed compared to him. He had almost everything the yami did not. Bakura held back his anger. It shouldn't be taken out on his light. He chuckled to himself as he realized he used to think exactly the opposite.
The yami turned and left the room and walked quietly down the stairs. Without even bothering to turn on the lights, Bakura made his way over to the couch and sat down. He leaned his head back and rested a hand over his eyes. He so tired, but he dreaded going back to sleep. Involuntarily, the images surfaced in his mind once more and he squeezed his eyes shut even tighter. Eventually, they faded once more. With a heavy sigh, Bakura let his hand fall back to the couch, his dark eyes weary from the long years he had endured.
Almost as if by habit, the yami reached up and rested his hand on the cold metal of the Millennium Ring replica. Ryou wore the real ring. The reassuring magical energy flowed to his hand and throughout his body. But instead of the wanted and expected rush of energy, the magic seemed to sedate him. His muscles relaxed and his eyes closed. He was asleep even before his head hit the cushions.
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The next morning found itself trying to be avoided as a boy pulled the covers over his head with a groan. Ryou hugged his pillow to his chest, unwilling to get up. After all, it was Saturday. There was no school…just lay in bed all day…oblivious to the outside world. Loud squawking from outside the window didn't hail to Ryou's wishes though. After a couple of minutes, the usually gentle and patient teen was tempted to throw his pillow at the window-haunting crow. With a sigh of defeat, Ryou threw his covers off and sat up. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, the hikari slowly made his way downstairs in order to hunt for his breakfast.
As he made his way through the living room, a figure on the couch caught his eye. The white-haired boy made his way over to the couch. He found his yami sound asleep, hand resting on the Millennium Ring. That's unusual, thought Ryou. He usually sleeps in the soul room. But, he has been looking tired lately.
His thoughts were interrupted as Bakura flipped onto his stomach with a groan.
"No…not again. Not you again…" the thief gasped. "Mer…re-pat…"
Concerned, Ryou walked over to the side of his aibou. Perspiration matted Bakura's hair to his pale face. The yami cried out in fear. That was the last straw for Ryou. He shook Bakura's shoulder roughly.
"Yami, wake up." He got no reply as Bakura's eyes remained closed and the nightmare continued. Ryou was getting worried.
"Yami! Wake up!" he nearly screamed.
Bakura's eyes flew open. Ryou sighed in relief, but it was cut off as Bakura suddenly tackled him to the floor.
"What are you doing?!" exclaimed Ryou.
A frenzied look glazed the spirit's eyes and for the first time in a couple of months, Ryou was truly afraid of his dark self. The familiar feeling of dread settled in his stomach. He tried to push Bakura off but the tomb raider easily overpowered him, holding Ryou's wrists by the panicked teen's head.
"Yami, please…" Ryou pleaded, fear in his cinnamon eyes.
As abruptly as it appeared, the mad look in Bakura's eyes dissipated. Instantly, the yami collapsed in tears, his body shaking as he let go of Ryou's wrists. Bakura pulled himself against the couch, pulling his knees to his chest, burying his face in his arms, his slender body wracked with sobs.
Ryou slowly sat up, shaken at what just happened and how his yami was acting.
"Y-yami?" he asked, voice shaky.
He got no answer from the spirit.
Hesitantly, Ryou crept forward and gently laid a reassuring hand on Bakura's shoulder. "Yami…what's wrong? What happened?"
"I-I'm so sorry. All I do is cause pain and suffering…ever since the day I was born…" sobbed the tomb robber.
Ryou was taken aback by this confession, though somewhere inside, he knew it couldn't be all true. After all, these last few months, the yami hadn't laid a finger on him. Occasionally there was an outburst or insult or two, but that was just in Bakura's character. Or maybe his past, thought the hikari.
"Yami, that isn't true."
"Yes it is!" Bakura yelled.
In a firm voice he would've never dared use on his yami before, Ryou said, "No it isn't. Remember the time you saved Anzu, Honda and me when Pegasus trapped us in the Shadow Realm?"
"I had my own purposes," Bakura mumbled into his arms.
Ryou shook his head. "Maybe so, but there had to be some other motivation. Look at the way you've been the last couple of months!"
Bakura didn't answer as his resumed sobs could barely be heard once more.
Ryou could also feel grief building inside him, and it wasn't just because of the link yami and hikari shared. Tears welled up in his own eyes at seeing his other half in this vulnerable state. Bakura looked up to see Ryou nearly in tears as well.
"Oh, hikari. You're too soft for your own good," he croaked, throat tight from crying. Ryou just looked up into the eyes so identical to his own but yet more harder, colder and far older. A soft smile graced the spirit's features which was mirrored by Ryou. Before he could stop himself, Ryou caught Bakura in a hug. Caught off guard, Bakura was at first startled by this action, but then awkwardly rested his arms around the smaller figure. Ryou felt strong arms encircle him and he smiled. Maybe all hope wasn't lost yet for his yami…
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Bakura slowly opened his eyes. He must've fallen asleep again. But there were no nightmares this time. Feeling a weight on his chest, he looked down to see his hikari also asleep once more. The spirit smiled. Ryou was sleeping with a light smile gracing his angelic features. He looked so peaceful. Carefully, as not to disturb the precious bundle, Bakura lifted Ryou onto the couch, grabbed a blanket off a nearby chair, and tucked Ryou in.
Running a hand through his normally unruly hair, Bakura headed upstairs and into the bathroom. Turning the shower on, he discarded his clothes and stepped in, the hot water heavenly against his skin. He leaned his head back and let the water run over his face. For the first time in 24 hours, the tomb robber was relaxed and without any cares. Slowly he opened his eyes, the steam blurring his vision. As the hot water slowly ran out, Bakura turned the shower off and stepped out. Wrapping around a towel around his waist, Bakura stepped in front of the mirror. All these centuries, he hadn't changed at all. And he probably never would because of past mistakes. He clenched his fists together in frustration. But suddenly the images surfaced again.
That child…
That woman…
Mewet?
This place…
This…life…
Dizziness overcame him and he struggled to stay on his feet.
// Ryou…help…// he called weakly through their mental link.
Bakura tripped over his own feet as he struggled to the door. He fell backwards, hitting his head on the edge of the sink. Blackness enveloped him.
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//Ryou…help…//
Ryou woke with a start. Had he imagined the voice? No. Ryou stood up.
/Yami? Where are you?/ he called mentally.
When he got no response he called out, "Yami? Are you okay?"
Not finding Bakura where he had last seen him, he turned to the Ring for help. Ryou walked to his yami's soul room.
/Are you in there?/
The door gave way without resistance. This was the first time he had been in Bakura's soul room. Darkness surrounded him. Hesitantly, he stepped inside.
/Yami?/
An image suddenly swirled in front of him. Ryou's eyes widened at who it was. A younger version of his yami looked fearfully over his shoulder. He didn't seem to be able to see Ryou, but he was afraid of something or someone else. The boy was dressed in a dirty tunic that once might've been white. When Ryou looked closer, he could also see blood staining the garment and still bleeding cuts all over the child. The cuts and bruises were all recent.
The young Bakura fell to his scrapped knees, trying to catch his breath.
"Come here boy!" a cruel voice rang out.
The young child leapt to his feet, brown eyes wide with fear. Ryou whirled around to see a tall, burly man in a long scarlet tunic approaching him. He held a finely crafted spear and a whip was coiled at his side. He looked like a guard. Young Bakura fearfully stepped back, then turned to run.
In one fluid motion, the guard uncoiled the whip and lashed out. The leather whip wrapped around the child's ankle, tripping him heavily. As young Bakura struggled to his knees once more the guard walked over and pressed his foot into the child's back, forcing him to the ground.
"That's the last time you try to escape, slave."
Ryou's eyes widened. Slave? The guard yanked young Bakura to his feet. He let out a cry of pain as his arm was nearly dislocated.
"Stupid half-breed!" insulted the guard.
The images slowly faded.
Ryou shook his head in confusion.
Slave?
Half-breed?
What did he mean?
The hikari was startled as another image formed. The same guard knelt before a throne on which a man, the pharaoh sat. His eldest son sat by his side learning lessons from a monster, the Dark Magician. Ryou couldn't focus on the son's face though he seemed vaguely familiar.
"Kaju." The voice of the pharaoh made Ryou jump.
"Why do you come before me?"
"Hm, I've come to inquire about the boy."
The pharaoh raised an eyebrow. "And…?"
"I believe it is wrong to bring the boy to the palace. Even as a personal slave for the re-pat."
At that mention of his title, the pharaoh's son looked up briefly with violet eyes, then returned to his lessons.
"And what is wrong with the boy?"
"He's a half-breed."
The pharaoh shrugged. "He cannot help his heritage. Besides it gives him an…interesting appearance."
"But the son of a Hebrew slave and Egyptian guard--"
"Silence!" the pharaoh roared.
Kaju cringed.
"As long as the blood of my people runs in his veins, even half, I consider him one of my people."
Kaju closed his eyes in defeat. "Yes, my lord."
The images dissipated.
In confusion, Ryou stepped back and out of the soul room. By itself, the door swung closed and could not be opened again. Ryou was forced back into reality. As he opened his eyes, he realized he had been walking during his little mental trip. He found himself in the upstairs hallway. As he walked past the bathroom, he noticed the light was on. Curious, Ryou went to investigate. He gasped at the sight. His yami was out cold on the floor. Ryou rushed in and knelt next to the teen. Slowly, he pulled Bakura to a sitting position, supporting him.
Ryou gasped again as he saw the blood matting Bakura's white hair. He had a nasty cut and a bump forming on the back of his head. Blood also stained the side of the sink.
"Oh, Yami. What's happening to you?" said Ryou.
He placed Bakura in his soul room which was no longer dark. Then proceeded to clean up the remnants of the incident.
Confusion and concern clouded the kind teen's mind. What's going on? Yami's never been like this before. I don't know what to do. Ryou didn't notice how badly his hands were trembling. I can't handle this alone. But who can I trust? Instantly, one person came to mind. Yuugi. Bakura might not trust Yuugi or his yami, but right now, it was the only person he could count on.
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At the moment, Yuugi Muto was busy stocking the shelves of his grandfather's game shop. His yami was sitting at a table in the corner rearranging his deck and thinking of new strategies. Yuugi's grandfather was away on a trip for a couple of days due to a mix-up in shipping deliveries. So Yami Yuugi had as much freedom around the shop/house as his hikari did. On the counter, the phone suddenly rang.
"Hey Yami! Could you get that?"
When he received no response and the phone kept ringing, Yuugi sighed as he jumped down off the stool. Sometimes Yami could be too into in his games.
Yuugi picked up the phone.
"Moshi moshi. Turtle Game Shop."
"Yuugi?"
"Hey Ryou!"
"Yuugi, I need your help."
Yuugi grew worried. "What is it? Is it your yami again?"
At the mention of Bakura, Yami looked up from his cards.
"Yes, I mean--no, I mean…"
"What is it?"
Yuugi barely noticed Yami walk over and rest his elbows on the marble counter, listening in on the conversation.
"It is about Yami. He's been acting unusual lately."
"How so?"
"He's been having nightmares he's been blocking from me, blacking out, and his soul room is dark."
"Where is he now?"
"In his soul room. He blacked out earlier and hit his head. He still hasn't woken up yet." Ryou was starting to sound panicky.
"Don't worry. It's okay. We'll be right there."
Yuugi hung up the phone and turned to his dark half. Yami nodded. Yuugi grabbed his jacket as Yami disappeared into the Millennium Puzzle, then he ran out the door to his friend's house.
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Ryou nervously paced the living room, glancing over at the clock now and then. Come on, Yuugi…
// Ugh…//
/ ! /
//What happened? //
/Yami! You're awake!/
Ryou dashed into Bakura's soul room. Bakura was now dressed in a light green button up shirt, the one he usually wore under his sweater, and a pair of black jeans. He held his head as pain shot through his entire body. He winced as his hand brushed the cut on the back of his head. Ryou knelt by the bed.
/I'm glad you're awake, Yami./
//What happened?//
/I'm not sure. I found you unconscious on the bathroom floor./
Memories surfaced in Bakura's mind. The images had overwhelmed him and caused him to black out. //Oh.//
/Yuugi will be here soon/ said Ryou quietly.
//What?!//
Bakura jumped to his feet, but regretted it as a wave of dizziness and nausea forced him to sit down again.
//Why did you tell him to come here? If the pharaoh catches me in this state-- //
/He'll do nothing/ Ryou said firmly.
Bakura looked up surprised, then narrowed his eyes. //And how do I know I can trust your word?// he replied steely.
Ryou was taken aback at the coldness in his yami's voice. He bowed his head. /I-I thought--/
//You thought nothing!// roared Bakura, backhanding his hikari before he could stop himself. Ryou slowly sat up, tears in his eyes and a hand over his cheek.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Before Bakura could say anything, Ryou disappeared back into reality. He opened his eyes as the bell rang again. After glancing into the mirror to make sure his latest bruise wouldn't show and judging with expert ease that his guest wouldn't notice, Ryou headed down the stairs to let Yuugi in. Yuugi instantly saw the hurt look in Ryou's eyes.
"You okay?" the smaller hikari asked quietly.
A fake smile lit Ryou's face. "Of course."
There was a sudden flash of light and Yami Yuugi appeared behind his aibou.
"Where is he?" he demanded sternly.
Ryou cringed internally at the Game King's deep voice. "He's resting," the teen replied. Yami narrowed his eyes and was about to say something else when Yuugi laid a hand on his arm.
/ Not now. Can't you see he's protecting Bakura?/
//Hmph. Why would he want to protect him?//
Yuugi sighed. Yami wasn't usually like this but something negative had always existed between the two Egyptians. Yami backed off, but did not return to the puzzle. There was an awkward silence between the three.
//Ryou.//
The hikari jumped at his yami's voice.
/What is it?/
//Make them leave.//
/What? Why?/
//Make him leave.// Bakura said, almost deliriously.
"What is it, Ryou?" asked Yuugi.
Ryou shook his head. "Maybe you should go," he whispered.
"Did that thief tell you to say that?" demanded Yami.
"Uh…"
"Tell the coward to come out."
"Yami!"
"He can't in his condition!" exclaimed Ryou. He turned to Yuugi. "Yuugi, get your yami out of here."
"Ryou…"
"It's something about…him," he explained, looking towards Yami.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light and Bakura appeared. He quickly grabbed the side of the couch for support.
"No one calls me a coward," he hissed at the King of Games.
Yami smirked. "What took you so long? Having your hikari fight your battles, itja?"
Bakura lunged forward, but Ryou managed to stop him. In his weakened state, the younger boy could easily hold him back or even lock him in his soul room. But the fire of hatred remained burning in Bakura's dark eyes.
"I challenge you to a duel in the Shadow Realm!"
Before Yami could accept, Yuugi pulled on his sleeve, a signal to shut up now. Yami looked down at his hikari then back at the weakened tomb robber, a smirk across his features.
"I don't fight the injured or cowards anyway."
"Why you --"
Bakura pushed his aibou away roughly and charged Yami.
"Yami! Stop!" yelled Ryou.
Yuugi forced himself in between the two spirits. Bakura's eyes never left Yami's. "Pharaoh, get your aibou out of my way before I'm forced to remove him with my own methods."
Yami's eyes narrowed. "If you so much as lay a hand on him…"
Bakura pushed Yuugi out of the way and he landed on the floor next to Ryou. Instantly, Yami leapt toward Bakura, the two yamis crashing to the wooden floor. Bakura's head bounced off the floor, causing his world to go out of focus.
"Stop it!" yelled Yuugi, trying to pull Yami off of Bakura.
Blocking out everything but the thief in front of him, Yami shoved his arm back. The small teen was slammed backwards into the couch and didn't get up.
Ryou crawled over to the still hikari. "Yuugi?"
Ryou looked over to the struggling yamis.
"Yami Yuugi! Yuugi's not moving!"
At this, Yami looked away from Bakura, who was only half conscious.
"Yuugi!" Yami rushed to Yuugi's side.
"Please Yami…don't fight anymore," mumbled Yuugi.
At the same time, Ryou was trying to coax Bakura back into full awareness. The cut on the back of his head was bleeding profusely once more.
"Come on, Yami," whispered the white haired boy.
"Ryou."
He looked up to see Yami, holding an unconscious Yuugi in his arms. "I'll be back," he said as he turned and left the eerily silent house.
The teen hung his head. He had been the cause of all this. He felt Bakura stir slightly in his arms. The brown eyes slowly flickered open once more.
"Ryou…?"
His aibou nodded and smiled sadly.
"Is he gone?"
"Yes."
"Good," mumbled the yami, his eyes closing once more. The silence settled around Ryou like a blanket. The old wound of grief festered again and he felt tears form in his eyes. It wasn't even this bad when Yami hurt me. At least no one else was getting hurt. Oh, Yami…what can I do to help? Ryou buried his face in Bakura's icy white hair and cried.
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Bakura whirled around only to find more darkness.
"Where am I?" he questioned, mostly to hear his own voice. Am I dead? Is this what death is like?
"Bahku!" a young voice called out.
Bakura's heart leapt in his throat as he struggled to find the source of the voice.
"Bahku!"
"I'm here!" the yami yelled, responding to his real name for the first time in centuries. "Bahku? Where are you?"
The darkness suddenly twisted around the spirit. When it settled, he found himself in the hallway of a long since destroyed palace. Hieroglyphs and strings of gold weaved through the walls and extinguished candles stood every five feet or so. In shock, Bakura stepped forward.
"It can't be…"
But it seemed so. All his senses were overwhelmed yet pleased at his location. The smell of bread baking down in the bakeries wafted up and the feel of the smooth stone walls beneath his calloused hands was all too real.
"Bahku!"
Bakura whirled to see a boy around 10 or so walking down the halls. He was dressed in a black and gold tunic with a crimson Sennen Eye embroided on the his chest. Underneath the boy's wild mess of golden bangs rested a golden headband on which another Sennen Eye rested. Golden manacles decorated both of the boy's arms.
"Bahku?" the boy called out once again.
He obviously couldn't see Bakura at the end of the hall. The boy dropped his hand by his side as he came to stand right next to Bakura.
"Bahku, where did you go, mer?"
"It's you…" Bakura reached forward to touch the boy on the shoulder and hopefully get his attention. As if the boy had heard him, he looked up with curious violet eyes.
"Re-pat!"
A purple clad figure Bakura identified as the Dark Magician rushed around the corner. "There you are," he said with relief. "You know you shouldn't be wondering around by yourself. You've almost missed your Shadow Game training for today."
"But Dark--"
"That's enough. Come, your father is waiting." The monster led the prince back the way he had come and disappeared around the corner.
Bakura leapt forward to follow them, but the hallway dissolved into silver threads of broken magic around him.
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Bakura awoke to something warm and wet trailing down his face. Slowly, he opened his eyes.
"Ryou?"
The hikari jumped, tears forgotten, startled at Bakura's sudden awakening. "Yami, you're awake! Are you okay?"
Bakura tried to sit up, but the shooting pain through his head forced his to lay back in Ryou's arms. "I feel like I've been run over by a truck. That pharaoh is stronger than he looks," he groaned.
Ryou helped Bakura up onto the couch. The yami leant his head back, eyes closed, as his aibou wrung his hands nervously.
"Do you want something to drink?" he asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Water."
Ryou nodded and left the living room, leaving the tomb robber alone to wallow in his thoughts. Why does my past keep haunting me? He sighed.
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Ryou reached up into the cupboard and pulled down a glass. Then walked over to the sink and turned the faucet on. Yami, I'm pretty sure you know what's going on. So why won't you tell me? Are we still that far apart that you don't trust me? Or were we always this far apart? Ryou rested his free hand on his cheek where his yami had struck him just that morning. With a shake of his head, he turned and headed back to the living room.
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Bakura sat up as he felt his hikari reenter the room. He gladly took the glass of water and took a sip. Then he motioned for Ryou to sit down.
"I know you're wondering what's going on. And you know I know."
Ryou's brown eyes widened. "I thought--"
"You still can't block me out completely," said the thief with a smirk, tapping a finger against his head. But then he grew serious. "I guess you deserve the right to know."
Ryou looked up expectantly as Bakura looked down at his glass of water.
"Lately I've been having these nightmares and images from…my past."
"Your past?"
Bakura glared up at Ryou. "Do you want to hear this or not?" he snapped.
Ryou cringed at the sharpness of his yami's voice. "Sorry."
Bakura shook his head. "Anyway, I guess my mind's been messed up with these memories. I've suppressed them for so long, they've become violent." He sighed. This was going to be tough. No one knew about his past. Even Yami didn't remember anything from the time of the pyramids. And telling the story might uncover emotions Bakura had locked away so long ago. But, here goes nothing…
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Yami-chan: Phew. That's part one. Part two is already hand written and ready to type. It's about Bakura's past which will be a mix of facts from the game 'Forbidden Memories' and my own swirling galactica of ideas. *smirks* More reviews equal more chapters.
Bakura: This is gonna be bad for me isn't it?
Yami-chan: *evilly* Oh yeah.
Bakura looks at part two.
Bakura: What?! This--!
Yami-chan gags the white-haired wonder.
YC: Sorry, Yami B! No revealing the plot!
Ryou: I hope people don't take this as a yaoi fic. That would be bad…
YC: Don't worry! Everything's gonna be fine!
Yuugi: You knocked me out! You call that a part?!
YC: For you, yeah. Short part for short people.
Yuugi growls. Yami catches his aibou before he charges YC.
Yami: Now, Yuugi. Remember your lessons. We don't want to have to pay another 200 bucks for a second round of therapy.