~Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh.

~story is yami bakura's point-of-view

~yami bakura is referred to as simply Bakura

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Bright lights had flashed everywhere and my head started to spin. I closed my eyes and shielded them from the light with my arms. What was with the dang lights?!

"Looks I'll win this time, tomb robber!" cried the pharaoh.

I growled in the back of my throat and struggled to open my eyes against the light, I glared at pharaoh. I'm the one who's winning; he's crazy!

"But… this is my last win in this life…" he muttered to himself, "But this is what it takes to get rid of your evil! I now sacrifice my self and you for the peace of the people!"

"What junk are you yaking about now?!"

"The Millennium Ring you stole and placed around your neck will now seal your fate, just as my Millennium Puzzle my own…"

And there before my eyes pharaoh started to glow white and then he just popped out of visible existence and the Millennium Puzzle fell to the ground.

"Where'd you go pharaoh! Come back…grrr...!!"

Suddenly I began to feel fuzzy and began to glow myself, and light got brighter and brighter, and then I blacked out.

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That's the last memory I have of my life in ancient Egypt. After all that, I awoke in a semi-large white room. Where the hell am I now?!

Am I dead?

Not soon after that I began to doubt my own existence… Have you ever thought you were thinking that you thought you could still think? Well I have. I settled with the classic theory of, "I think therefore I am" and maybe if I'm not, I will be again…

I then had plenty of time to think… and I mean plenty. I didn't know it then, but I was going to be in the Millennium Ring for the next five thousand years. The first couple of hours I spent making sense of what pharaoh had said, after that, seeing as in I found no way out, I thought of other things. I thought of what I'd done, all the things I could have done differently and ran through all the 'what ifs.'

I had no way of keeping track of time after that, so I guessed time didn't matter. I curled up and slept thinking that I'd get out soon. Over the next few million days I'd be sleeping a lot for a lack of anything better to do.

And if you ever thought yourself as paranoid, forget it, the set up I had literally drove me insane. Talking to myself wasn't that strange, but hearing my own voice echo back in answer was strange.

The one-room dwelling was always eerily quiet… so quiet I could hear my own breathing and heart beat, even my footsteps echoed back to me. The temperature never changed and there wasn't any outside light… as a matter of fact, I don't think the room had any link to the outside world at all… it was as if I was inside the Millennium Ring's own mini-realm where only I existed. Here. Population: me.

When I woke after about the third time I'd fallen asleep in this white hellhole I began to notice a few things. I could control shadow magic for one. Thus I changed the room's décor to something more my liking, except windows were still out of the question, so this new found ability didn't mean I was out just yet.

Then… to what I think was a week later…

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//I'm sick of being locked in this room!!// I stood up aggravated and used my shadow magic to summon a knife. //I can't stand this! I should be long dead by now! I haven't eaten a thing and I'm not hungry, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm just going to slit my wrists and get this dang death thing over with, I don't want to slowly suffer in a blank room!//

And so I did… big deep gashes and I was bleeding fresh blood. //Thank Ra this insanity will all be over soon!//

I put down the knife and stumbled backwards to a wall and sat down and watched the blood come out… one minute… two minutes… ten minutes…twenty-five… //Hey… wait a sec… no matter how long I bleed, why aren't I dying? I must have nearly lost more than three jars of blood by now. Hell, I'm sitting in a puddle of it, but why aren't I dead?!//

I kept watching myself bleed until the gash eventually dried into a big bloody scab by itself… //…I don't get it. Why is it no matter how much I bleed I won't die?// I looked down into the ugly pool of dark brown blood I was sitting in… and I cried. I hadn't cried in so many years…. //I'm crying because I can't kill myself. Hah hah…//

And then I began to laugh at myself, for no particular reason, I think this was the point I went totally insane. I laughed so hard I fell over into the puddle of blood and then picked myself up, my white hair now stained blood red and then crawled out of the puddle a couple feet and fell asleep half laughing and half crying…

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