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Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to Yu-Gi-Oh, it just assists with my plot because I'm a serious Bakura fangirl. I do own Kura, Aki-sempai, probably other characters I'll throw in like Kura's parents and family, and the plot. Steal and I'll break your face(: Enjoy! :D

Warnings: Throughout the story Bakura may get a little OOC because I'm a weirdo like that and have a sick twisted mind. Also expect some sick, twisted humor in here, and a bunch of potty mouths. Just wait for Kura's tongue to come out, she's a potty mouth like me(; I also enjoy to leave my chapters/stories at major cliffhangers, so don't say I didn't warn you. Onward! :D

Shadow Souls.

Chapter One.

Lies. We all do it. We convince others which is easy with the right face and tone, and we try to convince ourselves of things we know is far from being true. If you can convince yourself of something and honestly believe yourself, you must have been doing it for a while.

I have, and I'm still not that good.

I currently stood before the class with a completely fake smile on my pale face. My blonde wig's hair dangled in my face and my blue coloured contacts stared at the bored students.

"Class, this is Kuraki Shinoda." The teacher said. I began to panic.

"Uh…Mr. Tuyuga, I'm sorry but you're pronouncing my name wrong!" I covered with an embarrassing laugh. "It's not pronounced Ku-rah-kee, it's pronounced…Ku-ray-ky!"

Mr. Tuyuga gave me a strange look. "But—"

"My parents sure were strange!" I laughed and rubbed the back of my head. "They always loved to mess with things. May their souls burn in hell…" I muttered the last phrase.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing! My parents were just…strange."

"It says in your papers that you live with your mother's closest friend – she's your legal guardian?"

I nodded. "My parents were both only children as am I and their parents and other family passed as well when they were young and the remaining family passed when I was a small girl."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Mr. Tuyuga said truly empathetically for me.

"No worries, my parents died in a…a car crash! They lived a…a, ah…nice life!" I smiled awkwardly.

"I'm sorry to hear that…well, why don't you tell the class some more happy things about yourself?"

"Well, you can call me Kura, I celebrate my seventeenth birthday on Halloween, I just moved here to Domino City from a few different places – Aki-sempai and I have moved quite a bit in the last few years. I can be pretty quiet and usually take a while to warm up to people, so if I seem awkward around you, it's just me being a dork." I smiled and took my seat towards the back.

I am never that horrible at lying! I thought as I took out my notebook and started to doodle. Something's wrong here, I can feel it…

Then I felt like I was being stared at. Cautiously, I looked up towards the front of the class like I was paying attention to the lesson or something. To my left, I caught a boy glaring at me. Well, it was more of a half-glare, half-curious stare. I big the inside of my lip and went back to the rose I had found myself drawing with its black petals dying and falling off. I was so engulfed in my rose and the poetry I was writing around it that I hadn't noticed Mr. Tuyuga call on me.

"Miss Shinoda, why don't you read us what you have there?" He told me.

I felt my cheeks grow warm as I stood up and read my poem aloud, figuring I'd deal with the consequences not of not paying attention, but the poem itself later.

"Dark night,
Not a single light,
I hear their cries within my nightmares.
Defy death,
To live again,
I'm bound forever by what's left of my Soul.
Vengeance will come,
Engulf the Truth with Shadows,
Why is it my Spirit forces me to live again and again?"

The entire class went dead silent. Not even an awkward silence, but a terrified one. Some students were giving me strange looks; others wouldn't even look at me. But that one same boy to my left, looked…amused. I quickly took my seat.

"That was…interesting…" Mr. Tuyuga commented awkwardly. He went back to the lesson and I went back to my notebook. About twenty minutes later signaled the lunch bell. As everyone tried to scurry out the small door at once, I looked to my left and the boy was gone.

But…how?

I clutched my notebooks tightly to my chest as I walked down the hall. A big and tough looking guy blocked my way as he glared down at me.

"Think you're funny by being all weird?" He barked.

I was puzzled and asked him what he was talking about.

"You and your twisted poetry you freak of nature!" As I went to speak, his hand collided with my face and I was sent smashing into the floor and hit the wall slightly. I whimpered in pure pain and could not move much.

"'Ey, leave her alone!" I voice called out. I squinted to hopefully see whom it belonged to. Everything was dimming and I could barely make out two boys arguing – one being the big, burly guy who hit me, the other was the one who I think was trying to save me.

There was a loud thud, some punches, and I was gently being lifted off the ground by someone. The arms felt smaller than the other guy looked so I figured it was the guy who came to rescue a "damsel in distress".

God I hate that freaking term.

"I know you could have fought him and won if it was any other day." The voice from before said. He began walking up some stairs, a door opened and closed, and I was sat down on what felt like cement with my back against a brick wall. I could feel that I was outside.

My mystery savior brushed my hair out of my face and eyes and wiped the blood from my face. He checked out the back of my head and told me I'd be okay.

"You'll be alright. Bad headache though, I bet." He explained. The door burst open again and a concerned sounding boy entered.

"I heard what happened! Are you two okay?" He asked frantically. He sounded like a pinch-your-cheeks kind of adorable.

"I'm fine. Kura here will be too."

"Why aren't her eyes open?"

"She's probably scared."

As the duo began to argue, I pried my eyes open. The sight I saw caused me to scream and start to yell. My mystery savior – the half-glaring boy from class – put his hand over my mouth to silence me.

"Maybe she should have kept her eyes closed." The second and innocent sounding and looking boy commented.

"Don't scream, don't yell, and don't run. Understand?" The one who rescued me growled. I nodded, and he released me.

I was more confused than ever. Both boys that looked over me looked almost exactly alike. Not even identical twins could pull that off – they still had some identifying differences. The only ones on these two were the attitudes that reflected in their chocolate brown eyes. Both of them were tall, white hair going just over their shoulders, pale, and chocolate brown eyes that reflected themselves almost too perfectly.

You could only tell them apart by looking in their eyes for the second boy was sweet and innocent looking with a pleasant smile, the one that rescued me looked sinister. It was as though his eyes were a permanent glare and his mouth a permanent frown.

I swallowed hard as the nice looking one smiled at me. "My name's Ryou and this is Bakura. He may look homicidal, but deep down he's just a big teddy bear."

Bakura began to yell at Ryou and I giggled. Bakura turned and glared at me, making me stop. Looking closer at them, I sensed it. Ryou obviously being the hikari and Bakura…like me…

"You must be wondering how we look alike." Ryou said nervously as he helped me up.

I shook my head. "I can already tell." The two looked at me puzzled – Bakura's being his typical puzzled glare.

I blew a lock of my wig's hair out of my face, waved, and proceeded to walk away. Bakura grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him, holding both of my wrists firmly but not enough to hurt me.

"What, do you, know?" He growled.

"I don't have to explain myself to you and your hikari." I retorted. Even Bakura looked a little stunned on that one.

"So, you know about us." Ryou said calmly and ashamed almost.

I shook my head. "I know of you." Bakura let me go and with my hand on the knob I said, "It's just Bakura that I do know."