House not Home

A/N: Hey, guys. Sorry if I disappointed you, cause you were expecting a real update. I'm sorry. I gave up. So I'm revising the first two chapters to make a two-shot. Sorry.

A/N: Umm....enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything that has to with it, I wish I did but I don't and I will some how live on.

Bakura = Yami Bakura

Ryou = Bakura

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Rain fell on to an unsuspecting city. Street lamps lit up, dimly lighting the sidewalks. The icy rain fell on to Bakura's uncovered arms. But he kept walking. He had goose bumps, but he didn't care. Maybe he'd get sick and die, if he was lucky. 'They wouldn't miss me.'

'Why do they hate me? Why do they judge me? They think they know me. They don't, so why do they judge me?' he thought, 'Why do they judge me, they don't even know me. They don't know me. They don't know my reasons.'

'I've heard someone say: It is not the action that matters, it is the reasons behind it(1). They do not know my reasons. So then why do they judge me? How can they judge my actions? Why do they call my actions evil?'

'What is evil? Is it something, or someone, who is truly bad and sinful? Or is it just one's judgment placed upon another being? Is it just an adjective, a word used by someone to describe something or someone? Am I the evil one, or are they? The Pharaoh doesn't know me, so then why does he call me evil? Ryou doesn't know me. Why does Ryou call me evil?'

'Is it because people think I beat Ryou? I don't, I only threaten him. Why? To make me seem superior? I wish I could stop. I can't. It'll make me seem weak. Is that the true reason why I beat him? To make myself seem stronger? To prove to Ryou, to the Pharaoh, to everyone, that I'm not weak, that I'm willing to hurt anyone in my way?'

The wind blew harder; it seemed to disapprove his reasons. The rain poured harder. It too disapproved his actions and reasons. Thunder boomed. He started to head home.

'Home? I have no home. Someone once said that home is where you are surrounded by people who care about you(2). I have no home, because no one cares. No one cares about me. And why should they care? I've never given them any reasons to. Besides, in their eye's I'm evil.'

The wind howled, this time agreeing with him, agreeing that he's evil. The rain poured harder then ever. It too agreed that he was evil. The thunder crashed as he walked up the driveway towards his house. 'I don't need them to care.'

'I'm all alone. No one cares. No one will ever care.' "I'm alone and alone I shall remain." he whispered, as a tear trickled down his cheek. "I don't need anyone," he said much louder, "and I never will." More tears fell.

He shivered. He saw Ryou in the house, he seemed happy and joyful. 'What has Ryou done to deserve being happy?' "What about me?" he whispered as more tears trickled down his face. He wiped the tears away as he walked into his house. His house, not his home.

1: I got this from another authoress, Seena, who inspired me to write a fic. Her story is called My Little Brother and I got this from the prologue.

2: I got this from SpongeBob SquarePants ;)

A/N: Very short. Very very short. I was wondering, do you guys really want me to continue this story? I will add the second chapter [revised], but it will be the final one. Only if you really want me to.