Wildtalon Snow: I offically have no idea where this story is going or what shipping it will be as I write this: I guess I will figure it out as I write :3

I DO NOT OWN YU GI OH ONLY THE PLOT

This is my first multi-chap fic! :D

Okay: RAPE ALERT, lemon, yaoi

The warm night breeze played with my hair as I walked slowly down the narrow street leading up to my house. I froze momentarilly, struck by a sudden terrible sence of forboading. It was so odd, I thought, that on such a normal peaceful night I would suddenly feel so wrong. My theiving instincts seemed to be screaming that something was going to be terribly wrong about tonight... A voice brimming with confidance yet urgency was speaking inside of my head.

Since when did I have a conscience?

My mom and dad had always told me to be careful to make sure anyone who saw me at my work wouldn't tell. I was young, only 8, so oftentimes they would never see it coming when I finished them. I was never very fond of killing, but would if I needed to. Never under estimate a desparate theif, no matter how young they are.

"Don't go home!" My instincts told me "Get out of town fast! RUN!"

I had never felt so strongly enclined to listen to my own reason before now, so I decided that I should probably listen to it this time since it seemed so sure of itself. I gazed longingly at the shelter I lived in just a few feet away, it could barely be even considered a house, yet it was my home. I was tired from a long and hot day of misbehaving and wished that my brain would shut up so I could go to my bed peacefully and sleep. I took a deep breath, and decided I could always sleep in the hideaway just outside the village if it made my brain happy.

Darting through the alley ways in which far fouler creatures then myself often dwelled, I made my way toward the outer ring of my town... Kul Elna. As I rushed through the final alley way into the more open desert, I glanced back, and smiled inwardly. The village full of exciles and scum was highlighted in the moonlight as I ascended a familliar dune. "My home", I whispered to myself, "Its just perfect isn't it?" Of course, no reply was made to my little remark. It was certanly not perfect, but it was mine.

I turned and began to scrabble a little at a special stone on the dune. I had first noticed the spot when after multiple storms, the stone hadn't moved at all. This was odd, of course, so I had investigated... and found a wonderful little empty tomb that could be used as an excelent hideaway. It was full of secret passages that could be explored on slower days during the hottest times when few people lingered outside. Lifting the hidden trapdoor, I slid into the darkness below.

Curling up on a small cloth bed, I blindly reached out and grabbed a small dried fruit that I had stocked the room with in case of emergancy and jammed it into my mouth. I was used to pitch darkness. You had to be to survive as a thief. Feeling a soft flutter of dread in my heart I drifted into an uneasy slumber.

"KEEEEAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

My eyes flew open and I sat up quickly, smacking my head on the bottom of the trapdoor. Fear pulsed throughout my body. Something...SOMETHING, was terribly wrong! I took a deep breath, I wasn't really scared, only surprised, I reassured myself. The wails and crashes were coming from the outside, not from in here anyway.

Wait. How was THAT reassuring?

I peaked out from the trap door, and gasped in horror. My home! Kul Elna! It was on fire! Screams of terror and pain were ringing in my ears and I lept out of my hiding place. All reason had seemingly left my mind, and only one thing remained. My mom and dad! They must be looking for me! They need me! I need them! My cool disposition had dissapated and now all I wanted was to be safe in their arms. Screw reason! I needed them! I had just entered the village when I saw them.

Armed guards on horse back.

For a fleeting moment I believed that they were there to put out the raging blaze. No... No, NO! They were preventing the people from escaping! I watched in horror as a family, complete with little children younger than ran past me and tried in vain to get past the guards, only to be hacked to pieces... their screams being cut short as their blood sprayed out over the sands. One of the guards was laughing maniacly. I couldn't take the sight and dropped down on my hands and knees and was sick. Kul Elna was falling... My home was gone... mom and dad... Oh RA! Where are you now? Why are you watching this doing nothing! I pelted toward my house.

One of the guards laughed and got off his horse to persue me (the road was too narrow to allow for horses). I would get my parents and I WOULD get out of here! "Never under estimate me!" I cried to the persuing man as I slipped into a side alley and seemingly dissapeared. I could make myself nearly invisible when need be due to my abillity to use shadows to my advantage, and my dusty clothes made it difficult to spot me anyways.

Smoke filled the air, helping to obscure me even more, although it was a bitch to breathe so quickly with so little oxygen." I have done it before, and I will do it now." I think to myself. My conscience is cursing my stupidity, yet I have no regrets at the present. Scurring down roads and passages so familliar to me, I can hear the cries of death pearcing the once calm night. I ran past hurting people, screaming, praying! Why? We have only done what we needed to for our own survival! My mom told me that everyone had to do what was necissary to survive, but where was I now? Where had this gotten us all?

Why were there men here killing us for simply living?

Unanswered questions burnt my brain like the fires around me. Or was it that I was just too young to understand? I plunged into my neighborhood, fortunately the fires have not quite made it here yet. Unfortunately the guards had. Random spurts of blood and flesh are outlined from the light of the not-too-distant fire. Which were friends? Were any enemies? Who knew. I certanly tried to keep my mind off of these threatening shadows. Little hope was left in my heart as I burst into my home...

And began to cry.

My parents were lying in a pool of blood. Silent. Unmoving. It looked like they were embracing, almost like they had decided that they would be together forever. I began to cry, but wasn't I too old for this? "I bet I am insulting them..." I choked, tears streaming down my face. I was weak wasn't I? I hated myself. Too slow to save my parents, and too weak to not cry over there still bodies. If I wasn't so distressed I would have realized that I was no longer the only living inside my bloodstained house.

"Never underestimate me." A mocking voice broke through my haze of pain.

A man was outlined in my doorway, glistening sickinengly with ornate gold jewelry. And the blood of, no doubt, my friends and family. A sick smile flitted across his face and he began to approach me holding a knife. Petrified, I couldn't move a finger as my own death approached me. I cursed my body, frozen and helpless. He roughly grabbed my by the arm and held me up to the light in the doorway. At this, I started to struggle frantically fear being replaced with panic and fury. This was the sick man who killed my family. I was NOT going to just lay down and die like my parents! He was laughing at my attempts. I was eight, and he was much older and obviously trained. He was also carrying a knife, and I could already imagine him plunging the blade deep into my body easily extinguishing my life.

I AM NOT GOING TO DIE! NEVER, NOT EVER! I WON'T!

I bit his arm breaking the skin, tasting his blood. Funny... I like the taste a little. His laughter ended and he snarled in rage. "My, my! Feisty little thing now aren't you? Don't worry I will fix that soon." A new tone seemed to ring in his voice, and fear began to combine with my rage creating a truely painful emotion. I knew that tone. I had heard it many times before while living in the village.

Was he..?

I was too young to mate! I didn't want him to touch me! "You are rather cute..Hehehe... I think I will grace you before I kill you. It will be an honor of course. I am an officer under the pharaohs personal orders as you may know." I struggled harder than ever, but it seemed to excite him even more. Licking his lips, he used one of his hands to pull my clothes off. I screamed at this, but I knew no concerned person would have listened, or even cared if they heard. My own cry would only combine with the smoke and screams drifting outside. With one hand he pulled the ornate knife out of his belt, and, laughing sickiningly, carved deep cuts on my face.

Hot blood poared down my face blinding me with more than just the powerful rage and fear coursing throughout my body.

"Damn it! Cry! BEG!" The man screamed in my face.

Hot tears of rage began to trickle from my eyes. He took these to be tears of fear and pain, and seemed satisfied with my emotional torment. Now it was time for the physical torment.

I closed my eyes tight. I wasn't going to look at his disgusting body any more than I had to. I was starting to get tired from my overwhelming emotions and blood loss combined with confusing shock at my unreal situation. I could feel him lift my hips, and although I tried to keep them shut, he forced my legs apart. An involuntary whimper left my lips leaving myself feeling even more disgusted at my own fear, pain, and weakness. as the man pushed his body into mine.

A bloodcurdiling scream of intense pain and rage passed my lips, as he pleasured himself with my body. As he Thrusted hard and fast into me white hot pain shot up my body in the worst ways. Foul slimy heat soon filled me up and my eyes shot open. It was just so wrong! I realized this was my chance, as the man seemed out of it and he wasn't holding me down hard enough. Violated and enraged, I rip myself out from under the man picking his pocket as I do so. Covered in my own blood and light headed, I plunge the blade deep into the shocked officers back. "Hhow d..dare you...scu..." The man fell dead to the floor. Hellish fury pulsing through me, I ripped the beautiful knife out of the man and put the clothes the Pharaoh's officer had ripped off me back on. I now knew who was to blame for the senceless slaughtering of my people.

A shadowy, evil chanting in some strange tounge echoed in my head. The Pharaoh's men were there for some wicked purpose! Could they be summoning something using HUMAN sacrifices? I had heard tales of life magic from my mother using animal sacrifices... but only truly evil magic used human lives...

Taking the knife with me I ran out of my village, using my sneaking skills to get past the guards again, and with the last of my physical strength forced my way into my hideaway letting my conscience fade as I quickly pass out.

I hovered gently in the dark, cold and sleepy but determined. I felt like dieing, but I was NOT going to allow that. Refusing that cold embrace I sat stubbornly between life and death until...

My eyes opened slowly and I groaned. I had hoped, well, some part of me had hoped that it had all been some nightmare and I would wake to my real bed. I would then bid a swift goodbye to my parents who would wish me luck on whatever exploits I had in mind for that day. But my whole body HURT like HELL. I was caked in my own blood, and felt weak and hungry. Thank the Gods I had stocked this hole with some food. "Wait...Oh...Gods, it all happened!" I cried out shock pulsing through my veins. Sitting up I cursed wishing I hadn't done so as quickly as I did. My head swam. I ate slowly, my mouth dry knowing I would have to go back to the village to get water soon. I decided that I really had to go, and whatever happened outside... I would need to face it anyway at some point. I grabbed my water jar, clambered out of the hole, and gasped.

Kul Elna was... GONE! Just... gone! A field of ash and evil shadows lay where my home had once been.

Boiling hatred fills my body as tears roll down my face.

"DO YOU HEAR ME PHARAOH! YOU HAVE TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME, DAMN IT! EVERYTHING! MY FAMILY, FRIENDS, VILLAGE, AND EVEN MY PURITY! SOMEHOW I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!" I scream out over the desert.

"NEVER UNDERESTIMATE ME PHARAOH! I... *sob* I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!"

Sheer willpower seemed to be the only thing keeping me on my feet, and I needed water badly. I began to slowly plod my way towards the little spring of water near the edge of the village ruins.

Usually the spring was not to be used for bathing under and curcumstances, as that would effect the purity of the water, but I felt so unclean and filthy from everything that had happened yesterday that I immediatly drank my fill of water and proceeded to violently scrub my body. I didn't scrub my face or bottom that hard though, as I found that even touching those areas hurt badly. I looked into the pool and whistled softly. My nasty cuts clearly outlined in the silvery water.

"Ah, Ouch! That looks like it will leave a scar."I grumbled to myself.

As I stripped myself to get at those hard-to-reach places I found the ornamental knife in my belt. I couldn't bring myself to hate the knife, in fact, I rather liked it. It was a beautiful knife, and as a theif, I had always admired a good stong knife. They were the most important tools of the trade after all. I imagined the knife to be innocent of the crimes commited by it, and belived that the faults lay at the feet of the man whom it had once taken orders from.

I smiled and pretended I was talking to the Pharaoh, "Well my dear Pharaoh! It seems one of your most valued allies has defected to my side." I picked up the knife and imagined carving a scar into his face. Lets see if you like it!

When I felt that I could no longer get physically cleaner, I stood and turned. Reclothing myself, I felt a little bit better. At least I was no longer caked in my own blood. Kul Elna's ashes lay in front of me, and I knew I had to move on. There was nothing left for me here.

The village of the Pharaoh awaits me.

I thought for a moment. Wait! How was I supposed to get there?

It then hit me, the tunnels were my way away from this place. I put as much water as I could into the little jar I had brought for my journey and turned from Kul Elna. Never to see it again.

Little did Bakura know, that soon a boy named Ryou would enter his life, and he would never be able to feel the same ever again...

Wild: Okay. This was totally impulsive. I literally had no idea what I was writing when I began soooo It probably is not soooo great.

Talon: You could say that again. He seemed to evolve weird, and I think it will be hard to continue once you get to a certain point...

Snow: I don't think it was so bad. I kinda liked it.

Talon: Sicko!

Snow: Thats not what I ment...

Talon: Yes, yes whatever little yaoi perv.

Snow: ;.(

Wild: Stop it. You are making Snow cry.

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