Egypt. 15th Dynasty. Where there were Pharaoh's as rulers and lower classmen as slaves. And this one particular Pharaoh, his name shall be revealed later, wanted more power. Enough to where he wanted his whole Kingdom to be protected. So he had asked his brother, along with some of his men, to go and make some "form" to help guide his Kingdom to peace, and his brother reluctantly agreed.
"Come, my men! To the village of Kul Elna!"

Kul Elna. A place where families of thieves from past life's live at. Their silence, all from eating meals or sleeping, was interrupted by the familiar sound of galloping horses. But they were too late, too late in running away or fighting back, because for the one step that they took to do those deeds, they were already dead. They were already dead from the start of their thieving lives. It was brutal. Every person, every 99 lives, were killed and murdered by the Pharaoh's men in order to make the Sennen Items. All but one. One lonesome child who had to watch his family and friends get brutally murdered by the ones he had always hated.

He watched in horror as they were melted into steaming gold, and molted into perfection of the Sennen Items.

"Alas, the Sennen Items are born!" yelled the Pharaoh's brother, and his men, who have been brainwashed to do this sinful deed, cheered with him.

Not soon after that unforgiveable day, a battle rang out in the Pharaoh's palace. The Pharaoh had begun to lose hope when his brother strode in his private bedroom.

"Aknamkahnen, I've come back with our destiny!" Aknamkahnen gasped in both surprise and shock.

"You mean that? Oh, I must see them, brother! We must defeat these evil doers immediately!"

"Calm down. They are in here." Pointing to the brown sack he had carried on his journey, he gave the bag to his brother.

"Oh my! I must take these to my court at once!" And with that, Aknamkahnen was gone. His brother sighed and looked longingly out at the battlefield that had grown severely. Soon enough, he heard loud cheering and peered out the large window.
~~ That battle must be over with. ~~ He had thought, and he was correct. Though huge amounts of blood was splattered everywhere, he smiled softly.
Soon, there was a massive feast held in the dining area to accomplish a job well done for their Kingdom and country.

"Well, I do say brother, today was a rather fine day." The Pharaoh said, holding up his glass of wine for a toast.

"Indeed it was." The said one smiled back.

The party went on until the earliest of mornings, and that one child was left weeping in a pool of his family's own blood. Had he been there to say that they were coming, he probably would have saved them. But no. All that was left of his family was blood and the remains of their clothes they had been wearing that day.

"Revenge…revenge…" The spirits whispered to the child.

"Revenge….my sweet little Bakura…..revenge….."

15 years later…

Aknamkahnen had passed away and his son, rather than his brother, had taken to become the next Pharaoh. He was a short kid who was 15 years old, had tri-colored hair with massive gold accessories in his hair, and a blue and white tunic with matching flats on. His eyes were a deep reddish purple, which burned into people's souls to tell the truth. Of course, he also had the tanned skin of his nation, born alongside the River Nile. He had just been shown around the palace when shouting was heard.

"My Pharaoh! Come quick!" One of his skillful warriors had yelled from the entrance to the court room.
The Pharaoh quickly ran to where the yelling was heard and gasped in pure shock. There, his whole Kingdom was burning to a cinder and thieves were laughing psychotically on their horses.

"There are too many, my Pharaoh. We must retreat!"

The Pharaoh nodded slowly. The only reason why he had done this was because he didn't know the first thing on how to rule his new Kingdom. After all, he was the newest Pharaoh. And so, their retreat was soon short lived, as to a couple of months later when the thieves had decided to show themselves again, only with a new leader.
He had soft and silky silverfish hair, deep purple eyes, and a double T scar adorning the flesh under his right eye. The only way people will know that this is the great leader of the thieves that they had heard so much about was his blood red cloak that has thin strips of white on it. To go along with his rather revealing outfit, hinting that he had no blouse on, he had on only a midnight blue waist cloth that ended above his kneecaps. He smirked as he heard his name be called from below.

"Oh, the great King of Thieves, Bakura, has come to kill us all!"