Amane- Sister

Miles- Father

Regina- Mother

'thoughts'

"Talking"

'"Angry Yami Bakura, or Yami Yugi'"

Change of heart Storm: Hello everyone, I hope life has been treating you all well. Welcome to my story. This a Yaoi Fanfic, with plenty of drama. For those of you who came here for instant boy on boy action I'm sorry this is going to be a rather long fanfiction. Meaning that there will be plenty of times where Bakura and Ryou(ryo if you watch the japanese version) aren't even talking to one and other. This fanfic is slightly AU meaning that we won't be following the story line of the show, but there will be a bit of duel monsters here and there. Yami Bakura's intentions are different than that of his show conterpart, and so on. This is my first fanfiction on here, so please be kind if you would like to give me some criticism. Also i don't have the best grammar or wording, so there might be times when sentences get a little jumpy. If you guys notice any of that please point it out in your reviews. Furthermore.. Wait what, i'm seeming super serious right now.

*Slaps Self* Okay! I hope you guys enjoy my first fanfiction! I'm going to have some funny moments, and some fluff at times. But this story will start out on a rather boring depressing note! Much love, and please R&R.

Disclaimer- Unpayed worker: Hey Storm! You wanna own Yu-Gi-Oh? Storm: Listen you worthless fool, do you understand the amount of fans Konami would lose if I took over that show? Worker: Well Zexal already exist.. Storm: Point taken.

All jokes aside I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, or Konami.

Ryou Bakura sat at his desk in his bedroom, not much went on in his "fancy-pancy" life style. He was a young British boy living in a mansion with his rich parents, and one younger sister. His days would normally consist of walking around the mansion's huge garden, that had been styled very carefully by his Mother. Bakura loved to go there everyday. He loved picking up and playing with the fallen petals, and sometimes, if no one was around he'd pluck the flowers off the stems.

He brought himself out of his thoughts to remember why he was sitting in his room bored, instead of doing what he loved the most. The door to the Garden had been locked up tight with a large padlock. He asked around but none of the servants knew why. Even though Bakura was only 10 he had matured a bit more than the average 10 year old, so he figured it out on his own. His father had left on a unexpected trip to Egypt to look at newly uncovered artifacts, found in some ancient tombs. His Mother had not heard from his father in a few weeks, and none of his crew had been answering their phones either. Bakura found this out when he overheard his mother leaving a message to his father, saying something about her being "worried sick". So Bakura had come down to the conclusion that his mother had locked the backyard door, and then locked herself in the gardening shed.

It didn't come to him as a suprise though. She always freaked out like this whenever anything went wrong, or worried her. She'd disappear for a day or two, then come out to check on Ryou and his sister. Then go straight back into hiding.

Bakura sighed "Dad please be alright. I know your research is important to you, but Mother will go insane if you do not come home soon." He whispered.

"W-what do you mean?" A young girly voice asked. Bakura turned around to see his young sister, Amane. It became obvious to him very quickly that she had overheard him. She had the same personality as their mother when it came to problems, she'd freak out and try to hide. But she was only 6, it was stressful for her favorite person in the world to disappear suddenly.

"Amane I..." He said unsure how to answer his little sister, who was already near tears. "So Mum is hiding? And it's because Daddy is missing?" She cried out, she followed it with a scream and ran away from Ryou's room.

'Not this again. Why can't I just have a normal family? A father with a normal job would be pleasant, and a Mother who made my sister and I lunch before school. And my sister… A sister who loved me like a sister should. Like family should love one and other. But these are all just silly dreams I guess, I'll never have family or Friends like the kids at school.'. "Amane wait! Please!" Ryou ran out of his room in search for his sister, then the doorbell rung. None of the Maids seemed to be around so he answered it himself. He looked up to see his father there.

"Father?" Ryou eyes widened, as he looked up. The man had a warm smile on his face, he bent down to Ryou's height and put one hand on his head.

"How have you been son?" He asked. The white headed boy couldn't help but notice his father smelt quite bad. 'He should have been able to shower before he hopped on the plane back here' Ryou thought. He shook off the smell and smiled back at his father. He was happy to see his father back home, and more importantly safe. It took him a second to remember all the problems in the house.

"Everything is horrible Dad! Mum has been trying to call you since you left, you never answered so she became very upset. She locked herself in the Gardening Shed, and Amane ran off somewhere. The maids seem to have become lazy since your authority isn't hovering around the house, so they won't help with anything. Why didn't you answer the phone when Mother called? Or at least leave a message or something!" Ryou yelled. He began to cry. The sudden shock of seeing his thought-to-be missing father showing up seemed to have set him off a little.

Ryou's father frowned. He quickly stood back up and told Bakura to go to his room and stay there for a while. Ryou at first tried to convince his father to let him look for Amane, but a quick "No." stopped any form of bargaining.

Back in his room Ryou was drawing a picture of a odd golden ring, he had seen it in a dream he had last night. He started by drawing the outer ring, it was just a thick ring with small indents on it where five ornaments would hang off of it. He added the five ornaments, and held the picture up for a moment. It'd looked pretty accurate to him. Then he remembered there was a gold triangle in the middle of the ring he quickly drew in the triangle, and colored it in. He stared at the picture for a few seconds; it was a bunch of basics shapes inside of each other, nothing special. He sighed and put the picture off to the side of the desk.

It had only been 20 minutes since he had been sent to his room, and when his father says a while it meant for at least two hours. Bakura decided to rest. His family wouldn't approve of him sleeping mid-day but Bakura felt like the situation was appropriate enough. Besides had full trust that his father would find Amane, and get her mother out of the shed. It wasn't like he'd be needed for anything anytime soon. Bakura couldn't help but feel like a strange presence was around him as he began to drift into sleep, as his eyes finally closed he heard paper shuffling.

Bakura's father stormed through the house, he pulled Amane out of her usual hiding place. Which was in a empty cabinet. "Dad!" She happily said thinking her father had come to save the day, but his roughness said otherwise. He dragged her by her hand to the door that led to the backyard, kicked the lock. The lock shattered into a million little pieces, one maid gasped and stared. 'That lock was metal. There's no way he could just shatter it like that! And poor Amane, she looks like she's in pain, I should step in. This is borderline child abuse.. I.. I feel something dark from him. I just can't interfere, forgive me Amane.' She closed her eyes and continued her cleaning as if nothing had happened.

When he got to the gardening shed he threw Amane to the side. She let out a scream, and hit the ground with a thud. "Amane?" A woman's voice sounded from the shed, quickly the door unlocked. Bakura's mother ran out and picked her daughter up into her arms. Not even noticing her husband standing right next to the shed. After calming her daughter she turned around and saw him.

"You're home! Oh I'm so glad you're alright love. What happened to Amane? Did she trip? Why is there a bruise on her wrist?" She asked, not letting the idea of it being her husbands fault even reach her head.

"Yes, she did trip. It's okay though, I'm sure she's fine." He answered, his voice was monotone and his eyes were blank. His wife didn't seem to notice though, she walked over and kissed him on the cheek.

"You're right, sorry for asking so many questions honey. I'm just so glad you're home." She cried nuzzling face into his neck, still holding Amane.

"Sorry for worrying you Regina, I seemed to have lost my phone while exploring the site. And my crew couldn't seem to find service no matter where we went. It is Egypt after all." He said. He felt her nod against his neck. He made a face of disgust before gently pushing her off of him. "Why don't we go inside and relax?" He asked with a smile that anyone could tell was fake. Regina was too inlove to notice though she simply smiled back and nodded.

Bakura's father sat in his chair in different way then he usually did, he was slumped down into the chair and his elbow was resting on the chair arm which allowed him to put his chin on his fist.

"Daddy is sitting like a King!" Amane cheered, already forgetting that her father had dragged and thrown her not too long ago. She didn't care what happened to her as long as she was near her mother.

"Miles my love. Why are you sitting like that? Your posture is horrible." Regina frowned. Miles clenched his teeth and snarled "Who are you to insult me? I sit how I wish to sit, understand?". Regina shuddered and nodded.

"Whe- Where is Ryou?" Regina stuttered out, she refused to look her husband in the eyes.

"He's in his room. He was very upset earlier you know? And you weren't there to comfort him. You should start paying more attention to him." Miles smirked.

"I'll go check on hi-"

"No. I will." Miles quickly rose from his chair and walked towards the stairs. He looked at his wife who was now curled up on the couch crying. 'Good.' He said to himself.

'You evil spirit.' Said another voice in his head.

'Oh so you're stronger than I thought. No worries, you won't be interrupting me for much longer' A dark, yet smooth voice replied.

'What do you mean by that?' Miles' asked fearfully. 'You see, I need this body from now on to live through. Meaning that I will have to exterminate your mind from this body.' The darker voice answered. 'Wait no! You can't my daughter and wife, they can't exist with out me!' Miles Cried.

Humph, well you'll still be here. In some form.'The darker voice chuckled. 'What about a trade?' Miles said. He was desperate to save himself for the sake of his family. 'What could you possibly have to trade me? All I want is a vessel to live in, and seeing as how you won't let me take you over whenever I please I must rid of you.'

'But my Body is old and weak. Not to mention I'm a well known researcher, I get followed by many people daily who hope to get interviews with me. If they find I'm acting different the whole world will know about it, and even though I don't know what you're trying to accomplish I must tell you. Publicity is not good for evil plans..' Miles said slyly.

'Go on.'

'...What if I give you a young body and mind? One that could be easily manipulated, one that you could train to become your own personal slave? Like they say young people are naive.' Miles felt his heart sinking with every word, but he had to do whatever he could to protect his wife and child. He loved Bakura but the boy was too shy. His innocence made him a weak boy, and being weak Miles found it hard for him to love Bakura the same way most fathers loved their sons.

'How sad, your own son. During my first encounter with your son I felt something was off about him. Something that makes him weaker than most humans. He will make an easy target. I accept your offer' The voice chuckled.

'One more thing-'

'What?'

'Do not harm my family. I watched through my own eyes as you killed every one of my workers with old Egyptian tools. I beg that you do not harm my wife and daughter once I grant you my sons' mind.' Miles pleaded.

'Deal, your family will remain unharmed and I will take control of your son. Are you done?' The voice asked impatiently. Miles stared into what could only be a endless tunnel of darkness.

'How do I do it?'

The voice began to laugh maniacally.

Thanks for reading. I feel like this chapter is written horribly, but I'm trying hard to find my own writting style so I can't expect things to go perfectly. I hope you guys have a great week. Please R&R I actually have part two already written, so If you would like me to post it soon please tell me so in the reviews.