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Author Notes: First fanfiction may be terrible. IN PROGRESS. Please comment what you think and give me tips or suggestions to add or to put into my future fanfictions. Also, if you want me to create a new fanfictions with a certain ship of these following animes: Tokyo ghoul, Attack on Titan, Yugioh, Mirai Nikki, Black Butler, and Kamisama Hajimemashita.

Summary: Ryou Bakura, a young Britain boy who was cursed with the Millennium Ring at the age of 9. Since then, he has faced the real horrors of the demon who has craved revenge 5000 years ago.

"conversations"

[Yami Bakura to Ryou Mind Link]

(Ryou to Yami Bakura Mind Link)

'Ryou thinking'

'Bakura thinking'

! RYOU FLASHBACKS!

? BAKURA FLASHBACKS?

Gomen Nasai- I'm sorry

Baka- Fool, Stupid, etc.

Chapter 1: The Beginning of Hell

Ryou POV:

It was approximately evening in Japan, and the teenager, Ryou Bakura was just heading out of school. Ryou, who was a transfer student from England. He acquires some... unusual traits. He has tamed, silky white hair that reaches down to the middle of his back. He has features of a young woman, with skin that is flawless and smooth, his skin is as pale, just like the snow. Ryou has soft milky chocolate eyes that once radiated purity and innocence. The young Brit was on his way home, until he heard an innocent, cheery voice call to him,

"Bakura-kun! Wait up!" Ryou can instantly place that voice from anywhere, his best friend, Yugi Mouto.

'shit, I'm going to be late! That monster will be furious! Hah, he is always pissed off, it seemed something has always crawled up his ass and literally died.' Ryou thought both fearfully yet, angrily to himself.

Ryou smiles weakly at his best friend and responds back "Hey Yugi-kun, what's up?"

"I was wondering if you would like to come with me and the gang to the Kame Shop and duel each other" Yugi responded cheerfully.

"Hmm? O-oh I don't know Yugi-kun, I probably can-"

[Don't you fucking dare!] a dark, menacing voice hissed in Ryou's mind. Making him jolt out of fear. Yugi noticed this;

"What's wrong Bakura-kun? Did the bullies do any harm to you? Tell me Bakura-kun, why have you become so pale suddenly? Are you not feeling well?" Yugi sprouted questions with concern and worry. Ryou knew if he said anything about the hell that happens in his home, he might as well commit suicide while he's at it. Oh, how his demons would kill him.

[Why are you not home yet, you fucking little fucker?!] The voice screeches in Ryou's mind link, Ryou abruptly stilled. Yugi noticed this sudden stillness and tilts his head in a questioning manner.

Ryou paled even further and tried to speak with a sweet voice and a convincing smile "I-I'm OK Y-Yugi-kun, I-I got to g-go" he stutters as he runs off in the direction of his home. Returning to the deep pits of hell that has been there for 8 long years. The curse of this retched millennium ring.

[Good boy, my little bitch] once again intimidating dark voice, belonging to the spirit of the ring, Bakura. Ryou nervously walks up to his front door, shaking hands fiddling with the key to get in. His insides twisting and turning in fear and despair... His frantic thoughts scattering and flying around in his head as he finally slowly unlocks the door. The demon perching in the shadows, can hear the soft jiggling of the door. The spirit was fuming with rage and sent enormous amounts of hate into the boy's mind.

Bakura's POV

'How DARE that pathetic fucking weakling decide to disobey me and come late, especially hanging out with the pharaoh's midget slut!'. He thought heatedly.

That pitiful bitch is going to get it tonight… I can't wait to hear his beautiful screams as I slowly and agonizingly skin him limb my limb. Hearing the flesh tear off and seeing his beautifully scarlet red blood run down him as I seductively lap it up. I can't wait to hear his skin sizzling under the intense heat, earning those wonderfully screams of suffering. I make his life a living hell, it's not like I care. I hate those mortal feelings, makes them so vulnerable. That brat deserves all this pain. He is weak and too innocent, and needs to learn what the real world is.

? BEGINNING OF BAKURA'S FLASHBACK?

The stench of burning corpses rising into the air

the red flames licking the houses and whoever comes into contact.

Women, children, even boys stripped of dignity and brutally raped and beaten.

Thrown into boiling vat of gold.

The Village of Thieves, deteriorating under the grasp of the Pharaoh.

99 lives sacrificed to make powerful items to grant ultimate power.

A boy, watched in horror as everything crashes and burns before him.

The son who will never forget.

Never the same again, the innocent has bled.

Tears of agony and sorrow has shed.

The ruins of the village remain to behold the horrors that occurred

The death and fear, haunting the dreadful sight.

Revenge is all that matters now.

The rise of darkness shall take over.

They never forgive.

Nothing can stop the hatred and anger from boiling over.

Because the village will be avenged.

? END OF BAKURA'S FLASHBACK?

Ryou's POV.

I slowly edge into the door, the apartment was cold and drafty. A perfect chance to be stalked upon like prey. My stomach turns with anticipation of what my darkness will do to me… I can sense his hatred and anger seep through. Whispering lies and insults. I couldn't give in, not yet. I must prove I'm strong to take him on. But how? I can almost sense his presence, perching in the shadows awaiting to pounce. My demon, who given me hell ever since I gotten ahold of that retched thing is here to bring upon more pain. I blinked once, and there he is, my masculine self. Beautiful, sexy and downright sadistic is the three words I can describe him. Bakura smirks mischievously of my reaction, he can sense my fear. My terror, reading my thoughts like an open book.

"Welcome home, my sweet Yadonushi". He says in this sickly-sweet voice. My stomach crawls with dread and terror.

In a blink of an eye, his fist connects painfully hard into my stomach, completely knocking the wind out of me. I muffled a cry of agony, and fell hard into the floor, paralyzed by the pain. The demon narrows his eyes into slits, radiating pure anger towards myself, my weak, pathetic self. I stumbled to stand only to be knocked down again.

"You know, Yadonushi, your lack of screams is really beginning to agitate me. What? Is this not painful enough for you? No matter, I'll make that change very quickly". He sneers.

Normal POV

Ryou eyes began rimming with tears, begging and pleading for an end for his miserable life. He knew better, there was no escape from this sadistic spirit he has been sealed with ever since he got that Millennium Ring. A curse that can't be undone. This was his fate. There was no compassion or love. Only voids of darkness. No one can hear his screams of terror, as he was pulled into the depths of his apartment.