Rated for… um… language. Don't know where this is going yet, but maybe I'll know in a chapter or two. It's all off the top of my head, if that's alright with the reviewers. Feel free to toss me an idea or two. –Celez

If you've read my other fic, Getting Away, then the past life that Bakura doesn't want Pharaoh to remember becomes obvious. So whether or not you've read it, keep an open mind. Secondly, there will be yaoi, but any pairing is likely to pop up. It could be YYxYB, it could be YBxR, more likely some YBxM, and Joey and Seto will more likely than not be together. I don't know the status of YY and Y right now. But as of right now none of the characters are in any relationships with eachother, the point of this fic is to bring certain people closer together for, say, emotional support. That and they are remembering their past lives.

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I sat rubbing my forehead irritably, a slight snarl to my mouth. Like a captured animal I was constantly being dragged wherever Ryou went. Before, I never would have let Ryou go anywhere he wished. Recently, however, Pharaoh had a talk with me about "interfering with royal business" or some such crap. It also appeared that Pharaoh wanted to keep an eye on me. As if I was a small child!

Ryou was sitting next to me happily fondling a very plush couch pillow. Next to him sat the Pharaoh's brat, next to him Joey, and then Seto. Seto appeared not to want to be there almost as much as I obviously didn't want to be there. Pharaoh, the royal high ass, was sitting on a large floor pillow on, of course, the floor. And that was no Freudian slip when I said high ass.

"I've brought you all here today on very important business," said the pharaoh tartly.

I rolled my eyes.

"Tomb robber!" growled Pharaoh, "Stop doing that!"

That was the first time! Was he under the impression that I was already bored? I wasn't bored! I was pissed off! I fought the urge to roll my eyes again. Not gonna happen. I glared instead.

"I want to remember my past. Anything any of you can tell me may spark memory that could enlighten us all."

Ah. So he was digging in his muddled memories again, was he? And don't think calling me "tomb robber" was because of something he remembered. I believe Isis told him that. Point is, nothing he would discover would enlighten me, since I never forgot the past. I just chose not to remember it. Of course I was acting dumb so he wouldn't pull anything out of me, but Seto over there was in all actuality dumb about it. The former High Priest turned a blind eye to the past.

"Is that why the mutt dragged me here? Cut the crap, Pharaoh."

Well he conveyed his opinions well.

"At least you call me Pharaoh now."

"Only as an insult!"

As do I, I mused. I looked at one and then the other and then shook my head and smiled to myself. Yes a smile. This was amusing. Maybe I would tell them my secret.

"Pharaoh…" I purred.

Pharaoh shot his gaze to me, unchanged from his argument with Seth, excuse me, Seto, and gave a roar like a… wild boar. What were you expecting, a lion? Either way, it was odd, and just added to my amusement.

I put my hands in my lap congenially and said carefully, "Pharaoh, despite what I've told you before, I never forgot my past. I have no need to be here, and it wouldn't benefit me in the slightest to be here."

Ryou, I sensed through the bond, got a pang of worry out of that. He thought I wanted to take him home and beat on him some more rather than let him stay here where he's safe? Well I don't know about all that, but I didn't want to be here.

"He's just saying that so he can leave!" Yugi piped, defending Ryou.

I raised my eyebrows and lifted my hand to examine my nails casually. There was a bit of dried blood under one. How unpleasant.

"If you require proof, then inquire all you like. Play a game of 20 questions, but I'm not going to give you anything useful."

There. I was satisfied. Smirking, my hands went back to my lap and I leaned forward. Oh how I hated Pharaoh. Even at his weakest, like now, he was still too intelligent to take down easily. He may not remember, but he has a new life now. I was going to paint the world red with his blood some day. His eyes locked with mine and my eyes narrowed for a moment. I was starting to sweat! No! I wasn't scared of him, I hated him! Not the same thing! My shield on the bond went up. Ryou didn't need to get a wave of my emotions.

Pharaoh folded his hands in his lap.

"Well then… Bakura. Why have you been hiding this information?"

Hiding it? Well of course!

"You think I would give away my biggest advantage to my enemy? Pharaoh! Some day I'm going to rip your heart out, burn it to a crisp, and force it down your own dead throat! I'm going to cut out your soul, shatter it into a billion pieces and light it on fire!"

Everyone was staring at me now with wide eyes except Pharaoh, who stared back unfazed. Ryou and Yugi were slowly inching away.

"I wish to know… what I've done… to make you feel that way about me, Bakura…" said Pharaoh slowly, rolling over each word.

"You murdering sonofabiatch! Find out for yourself!"

"Promise you won't kill me until I know then?" Pharaoh smirked.

That grated. Pharaoh's smirk… Gods, I remembered each and every time that happened.

"You know, Bakura…" he lifted a can of Diet Pepsi and took a swig, "If you tell me, maybe I'll let you kill me."

"Yami, no!" shrieked an alarmed Yugi.

Pharaoh gave a placid look to his aibou, "I don't know what I've done. I don't know if I deserve to die or not, but if I do, I will know when I know what I've done." He turned that look onto me, "I think we can both agree that, as long as I don't know, I don't deserve to be killed."

"You'll know," I growled, "I want you to know who you are when you DIE."

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TBC…

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