I'm a bad girl. I need to update two innocents, but I came up with a story. I wanted to send Ryou back in time. I'm going to try a gemshipping, but it might not turn out right.

Disclaimer: If I owned it Ryou would were tight black jeans and a black hoodie slightly open to revel a Nickleback tee and Yugi would never were his school uniform, just leather and a black sleeveless top. Marik's outfit would stay the same; he looks damn sexy in lavender. ;)

I staggered down a dark alleyway. It was very late at night and I suspected that the sun would rise soon. I needed to get back to my hideout. It was a cave at the edge of this village, but I knew I couldn't make it. I was bleeding. The blood just wouldn't stop.

I knew I had to tie a tourniquet around my arm, the worst of my injuries. I was already dizzy from blood loss. My vision when dark, but came back.

I leaned against the side of a building and ripped a strip of fabric from my skirt and tied it tight around my arm. My skirt came to above my knees now, but oh well. This caused the blood flow to slow, but it didn't stop.

Today had not gone as planned in the barest sense of the word. I was following this man and he turned and saw me. How had he even known I was there? How could I, the Thief King, get caught off guard? Pathetic.

I stumbled and fell. My head was spinning. The world blurred as the spinning grew faster. I placed my hands over my ears and squeezed my head, but it didn't help.

I threw up. I hadn't eaten much, I never do, but it all came up now. Ra, was I dizzy.

I tried to stand up, but fell flat on my face. It hurt and the world would not stand still. The world would spin rapidly for a while before slowing down, taunting me. Then when I thought I was better it would spin rapidly again. My vision kept going in and out. I cursed myself as a whimper escaped my lips. How undignified I must have looked just then and I whimpered. I do not do these things. I don't care how hurt I am, I just don't….

I once more fall on my face and everything went black. At least the world was no longer spinning.

The pain in my arm was unbearable. It was as if someone was burning my flesh. It seared. I faintly begged for the burning to stop. I don't care what the cost, just let the burning stop. Please let it stop….

Next, I felt something damp on my forehead. I reached my unhurt arm up and touched it. It seemed to be a damp cloth. I wonder where I am. I caught the sight of white hair before my grip on reality slips once again.

Again I woke up, this time able to take in my surroundings. I was fairly lucid. I noticed this was a one room house. It looks long since deserted, except for some slight evidence of someone having brought in some water and a little food. There was dust everywhere. I was on a soft mat on the floor. I had linen sheets pulled over my chest. I tore them off. I don't know why, but I wanted to do something fairly destructive.

I threw the sheet on the floor and I saw for the first time the person who had helped me. It appeared to be a girl. Long white hair and milky skin. Definitely not from around here. The girl was wearing boy's clothes, though. A light blue robe with navy on the inside and a white skirt. The robe was simple and unadorned, but it looked new. The girl was lying on her stomach, so I can't be sure it's a girl. The robe is wide open. I don't know many girls who just flaunt their chest. Odd.

The girl appeared to be sleeping. I could have some fun with this.

"Oi, wake up!"

The girl jumped a foot in the air and I gave a satisfied chuckle. Just the reaction I was hoping for. It amused me greatly.

The girl spun around to face me or look down at me, seeing as I'm on a mat. I don't like being lower then this girl. The robe was open and I could see no boobes. Was this person a boy? Wow, what a girly face and shape. He had some muscle tone, but not much and bright green eyes. What a beautiful shade. I love bright colors. I love silvers and greens the most. I have much silver and a few emeralds back at the cave, in fact. I wish I could just steal his eyes and keep them forever. They would fit in with my collection perfectly.

I could keep them in a jar and-

"Y-your awake?" he said it almost like a question, which I found odd. Of course I'm awake, you idiot, but I didn't say this aloud, I had a more important question to ask at the moment.

"Where the hell am I?" They boy's face fell a bit, but shouldn't he have expected a question like this? I mean I woke up in an unfamiliar place. Oh well, he'll get over it, but it's not like I care either way.

The boy started to approach me so I crossed my arms over my chest threateningly and growl. I swear I will bite his hand if he so much as…

He put his hand on my forehead and I tried to take a bite out of it. How dare he touch me? I never gave him permission.

"You fever is still pretty high. It hasn't seemed to have broken yet." The boy said, not worried about my snapping at his hand a second ago.

He picked up a cloth from the mess of the sheet on the floor and walked away.

What is this kid's deal? I mean, he is not affected by my biting words or actions. That makes me angry. My eyes narrow as I stare at his back. I don't trust him. He's up to something. No one helps someone for nothing. I'm not going to give him anything, though. I hope he knows that.

The boy is very odd looking. I'm curious if he has any exotic valuables I can relieve him of. A smile creeps across my face at the thought. Maybe some skins or a foreign goddess symbol. Maybe even some beautiful dagger I could use to shed his blood when he finally asks for payment. He was so different in looks form those I was used to killing, maybe his blood would be different too. Maybe sweeter or even a different color. Ohhh, that would be so…. What is he doing?

The boy was coming back. He put the now damp cloth on my forehead or tried to. I grabbed it out of his hands and sniffed it. It was probably poisoned. I don't trust this kid. I really don't, but I smelled nothing on the cloth. I licked it. It didn't taste like it had been poisoned. I put it on my forehead.

It was nice and cool. Damn, where had this kid gotten such cool water? It felt nice. My eyes fluttered close for a second, before I realized what I was doing. I had let my guard down, I had relaxed. Ra damn me! Now is certainly not the time for relaxing and he didn't answer my question.

I sit back up cloth slipping from my forehead. I glared at him.

"You didn't answer my first question; maybe it was too difficult for you? Answer this question or your death is ensured. Who are you?"

The boy looked at me oddly. I didn't recognize that emotion. If I was to guess I'd say he looked lonely. I don't know, but he wasn't afraid. Why wasn't he afraid? This is getting odd real fast.

"No need for threats. My name is Ryou."

Ryou? Strange name. Definitely not from around here. I narrowed my eyes.

"Ryou? What kind of fucked up name is that?" It sounded almost as foreign as my own.

"It is a little strange, isn't it?" Ryou said looking away and chewing on his lip, nervously.

Hum… I wonder how long I'm going to be stuck here with this strange kid. His name is so odd, but it seems as though I'm in his house and for the moment at his mercy, but I will not hesitate to kill him if the need arises. Hum… I guess that makes him my landlord. I chuckled at the thought.

"It's beyond strange, Landlord."

Ryou's head jerked back to look at me, terror on his face. I full out laughed this time. Took the kid long enough to be afraid, but what had set off that reaction? I don't get what was so threatening about my last comment. Hum… nope can't come up with anything. My eyes narrowed again and I tensed. This made absolutely no sense.

"Wh-what did you call me?" He was still terrified and I had the sudden urge to comfort him. I squashed it immediately. Where the hell did that come from?

"Landlord," I said slowly. As if I was talking to an idiot, which I probably was, considering how he's helping me. I mean how can he trust or bring into his house a total stranger who was gushing blood from a wound that was obviously inflicted by a sword. By the way what happened to my arm?

I looked down at my tan arm. It was stitched up. It looked very well done, almost professional. I remembered the burning pain in my arm. He must have fixed it. Damn, now I owe him.

The boy flinched away from the word landlord as if I had slapped him. I don't get this.

"P-please don't call me that." The closed his eyes. He was visibly trembling. This was quite fun. I love torment. It's what makes life worth living.

"Why not, Landlord?" I asked, flaunting my new power over the kid. I laughed, this was fun.

I noticed something shiny slide don his cheek, his bangs hiding his eyes. He backed up to the wall and slumped to the floor. He pulled up his knees and hugged them, placing his forehead on his arms.

"Just please," he whispered.

I thought about his request. I could definitely use this to manipulate him into doing what I wanted. It would be so simple, but the word seemed to do more than just get him to cooperate, it seems to crush him. It shut him down. He can't do anything in this state. I could always find something else that doesn't affect him quite so strongly to get him to do as I wish.

"Fine, have it your way." I crossed my arms and cursed myself silently for my softness.

I looked back at the kid when I heard no response. His shoulders were shaking. He was… crying? How could that word cause that much psychological damage?

"Kid, stop crying." I growled roughly.

The kid looked up at me and after a second, smiled. It was incredibly real looking, except for hat pain that was still clear in his eyes. "Okay," he said and his voice was steady. What in the hells had this kid gone through to make him like this? People actually fell for this act?

"Kid, drop the façade, I prefer the crying."

He looked at me oddly, mask crumbling. Hiding your pain solves nothing. You just end up like me and I would wish my fate on no one, but the Pharaoh. That basterd will pay dearly. His time is fast approaching. Then he will be sorry for all the pain he has caused me. Damn him to eternal darkness, the slowest death possible, and to have to feel my pain.

The kid was still giving me that odd look. "But isn't the mask better?" Tears were falling down his cheeks as the mask fell away.

I was about the reply. Something along the lines off, no, you damned fool. Then my head split open in familiar pain. Damn, why does it always hurt so badly? "Fuck!" I screamed. My head felt like it was splitting open. The pain just kept getting stronger and stronger. I couldn't see, though I knew my eyes were wide open. The pan vanished as quickly as it had come. Just like usual.

The cloth had been placed back on my forehead.

"You need sleep," Ryou said, but it was a command.

I growled, but I was tired. I considered staying awake, just because he told me to go to sleep. I yawned. Fine have it your way, Ryou. Stupid kid. Why the hell is he still helping me? Was it even safe to go to sleep? He hadn't killed me yet and he had the perfect opportunity. Maybe he doesn't know who I am. I could see the innocence in his eyes. Though, my scar is prominent and well know, so why?

I fell into an uneasy sleep.

I am running down the street. I have to find Mommy! A solider sees me and starts to chase me. He won't go away and he's faster than me. I look back at him. His smile scars me.

I run and run, 'till I come to a narrow place between two houses. I'm small enough to fit, but the solider isn't. He's stuck.

I continue to run to my house. I'll be safe. Mommy will help me. Daddy's gone, but Mommy's okay. I know she is. She wouldn't leave me all alone. I'm going to give her my very special shinny thing to say I'm sorry for worrying her.

There is blood everywhere. I trip over someone's arm, but it's not attached to anything. I got the blood all over my clothes and face.

I sand back up and run. My house is only a little bit farther. I'm almost there.

I run into the house and see three people on the floor. Blood was everywhere in here too.

I run over to the biggest body, who is Mommy. I can hear her breathing. I smile and start to cry, "Mommy, you're okay! I knew it!"

I hug her, but then I notice all the blood on her tummy.

"Mommy, you're bleeding."

I see her eyes start to cloud over. She opens her moth, "Baku… ra…, I… love…"

He eyes cloud over completely.

"Mommy!"

I sat bolt upright. I was in an unfamiliar place. I reached for my dagger in my skirt's waistband. It wasn't there. I cursed.

I felt a hand on my arm. I grabbed it and pulled the person who it belonged to close. I saw green eyes in the darkness.

…Ryou! Now I know where I am. My breathing slowed and I relaxed a bit. Just a tiny bit.

"What's wrong?" he asked feigning concern again. My anger spiked.

"For the love of Isis, would you drop the concerned act?" I yelled into the kid's face.

I hate it when dreams are memories. I hate those memories most. Why can't I just forget? I want to forget! I'm still deeply shaken by the dream.

Ryou looked straight into my eyes. He looked deadly serious.

"I am concerned. My concern is not fake," Ryou said evenly.

We have a short staring contest. It was like the first one to break it would be the admitting they were wrong. Surprisingly I looked away first. Damn. I fix my eyes on a bucket of water in the corner instead. That was where the cool water for the cloth came from. I will have to check it out later to find out why it's so cool. And yes, I know I'm ignoring the problem at hand. Bite me.

"Why on Ra's green earth would you give a damn about someone like me?" I turned back to catch Ryou's emerald green eyes. "Do you not know who I am? I'm the King of Thieves. I have hurt everyone and anyone who had ever gotten close to me."

Ryou sat down next to me. He placed his hand on my forehead. I didn't pull away. I don't know why, but I didn't.

"You fever had finally broken. Now it's back. You need to take it easy." Ryou said it with that authority that I don't understand. Where the hell had he gotten that? He crumpled so easily to the word landlord, but he can act like, I don't know, my guardian? Uhh, and he still didn't answer my question! Is it force of habit for him?

"I don't give a fuck about my fever! Why the fuck are you helping me! I'm worthless!"

An emotion that I didn't recognize appeared in his bright emerald eyes. One I still couldn't place.

"Bakura, you're tired, sick, and hurt. You're not yourself right now. You need some sleep," Ryou said softly, gently. As if speaking to someone fragile. I suppressed the urge to whack him over the head and lie down. He was right of course. I would never tell him that, but I could admit it to myself. I'm not that much of a stubborn basterd.

"You will tell me tomorrow." I rolled over, away from Ryou and yawned.

I fell back into uneasy sleep, but right before I did I wondered about how Ryou could have known my name. I never told him. Does my reputation precede me so much that an innocent boy would know my name and not just Thief King?

Okay, so chapter one of this one. I kind of like this, but if anyone knows the Egyptian name for their skirts please tell me in a review. I looked at some websites and I got nothing. Oh and if anyone knows of any good Egyptian history websites as well, because I want to write this accurately. All constructive criticism welcome and appreciated. That goes for all of my works.