Hello everyone! This be me first YGO fic, so please don't kill me if ya don't like it!

Malik: Feel free to kill her if you don't like it. It would put me outta my misery.

Shaddap you! Just because I like torturing characters from games and comics I like, does NOT mean that you are in any immediate danger!

Malik: . . . no comment.

Just shaddap and do the disclaimer!

Malik: ::sigh:: Does she look like Kazuki Takahashi? And if she was Kazuki Takahashi why would she be writing fanfiction about her own manga/anime? That would just be sad. . .

I SAID DISCLAIMER! AND DISCLAIMER ONLY!!

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If you were looking for the best, you'd be looking at the best. I could solve any problem, diagnose any disease, I could do everything. The best-known therapist there was. Note the past tense. So what happened? I got a case I couldn't conquer. Suddenly I couldn't do everything anymore, I was an average everyday person. I wasn't the person who made others rethink their lives just by being in their presence. And to think the person who ended my entire career was a white-haired, brown-eyed, high school boy who had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

I had walked into my office as I did everyday, put my brief case down next to my desk and started looking for my notes on the previous session that I had yesterday with a manic depressant.

"Katawasai-sensei," said a voice. {A}

I jerked my head up and saw the. . . strangest looking boy I had ever seen in my life. He had pure white hair, deep brown eyes, and the palest skin you could imagine. He looked so pale that if you asked him if he ever saw the sun he'd probably ask what the sun was. But the strangest thing wasn't his white hair or pale skin, it was the gigantic golden ring he wore on a chain around his neck. In the middle of the ring was a pyramid, and in the middle of the pyramid was an eye that seemed to glow with the brilliance of fire.

"How did you get in here? This room was locked." I asked tensely. After all if he had been one of my patients before and I hadn't helped him, made his life worse even, he could be seeking revenge. There are sick people like that out in the world. {B}

"Iie, you aren't," the boy said, his voice quiet and soft like the wind.

"And how would you know?" I asked my hand on the phone, ready to call security.

The boy laughed a cruel harsh sound, "I have my ways," he said his sudden coldness fading, "which is why I came to see you."

"Listen," I said, trying to keep from freaking out. "I have appointments, and I have to keep them otherwise my business would end tragically. Now I could schedule you in for one o'clock-"

"He's not coming," the boy said mournfully as he sat down in front of my desk.

"Who isn't?" I asked curiously.

"Your eight-fifty appointment, he isn't coming," the boy repeated.

"Why not?" I asked concerned and curiously. Did he commit suicide? Did he run away? Is he in the hospital?

The boy seemed to stare into my eyes so long it looked as if he were trying to read my thoughts. "No, no, and no," the boy said after a few moments of silent, "not any of that, he is dead though."

"How do you know this information?" I asked trying to keep the fear out of my voice.

The boy was silent for a few moments he seemed to be pondering something that worried him with his brows knitted together like that.

"It is in your policy to keep everything between you and your patients confidential, correct?" He asked.

I nodded, of course it was! What person would want everyone to know that they were seeing a shrink? Even worse, what person would want everyone to know that they were having mental problems?

He sighed, seeming to be debating between himself whether or not he should say what he was about to tell me.

"I saw him die," he said still mournfully, "I know who killed him, but if I were to tell anyone but you, I would be dead as well."

I was shocked, how is it that such an innocent boy could be involved with such. . . impurity! Of course I had no idea why I was so shocked, I have much worse cases than this, I have actually heard the killer's side of the story before. I've heard how he energy seemed to surge through his body after the victim's blood oozed into a pool on the floor. This boy didn't deserve this kind of trauma. That was when I tried to take some of the weight off his shoulders. I tried to help him. "Why don't you tell me your name?" I asked, "and then perhaps we could start this session since I seem to have an opening."

"Bakura," he said quietly, "Ryou Bakura."

"Ryou Bakura, what a lovely name," I said trying to take his mind off the murder, "now, Bakura-san, why is it that you have come here?"

At this point he looked me directly in the eye, I don't know what it was I saw, but it frightened me. His eyes suddenly turned intense, and cold. It's amazing how this boy's emotions change so suddenly.

"You must understand that everything I say must be taken seriously. I am no nut case I assure you of that," he said his voice stern and his gaze still intense and terrifying.

I nodded, I had no clue what he was getting at, but I had the feeling that it was nothing I had ever experienced before. In other words I was like a duck in an open lake during the middle of hunting season, ready to be shot down.

"I have seen many other therapists before but they all have closed and shallow minds, refusing to accept the impossible. Then I read about you in some magazine, how you seem to help anyone, even if you couldn't cure them you give them a better understanding of their condition," he said his voice softening with each word, but those eyes, still focused on mine, and still intense.

"It all started when I got this ring," he said gesturing to the necklace around his neck, "When I found my other half. When I found my yami."

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AHAHAAA! EVIL CLIFFY! HAHAHA!! I know, evil aren't I? ::evil grin::

Malik: very much so.

Thank you, Malik my dear.

Explanation thingies

{A} – Gimme a break, I don't know any Japanese last names so I made one up! Now watch, with my luck it's probably some cuss word I don't know about -_-;

{B}- I got that idea from the sixth sense, ya know at the beginning where the main character (yes I have forgotten his name!) dies? Oops, if you haven't seen the sixth sense, I just spoiled the whole movie for ya. . . eh heh heh heh. . .

Sorry if you think I've plagiarized or something, I've read so many fics I have no clue where I got this idea. Next time iz Ryou's journal! At least I think so, I'm not sure if I'm going to continue to session between him and Katawasai-sensei or not. Oh ya, MALIK!!!

Malik: T.T I hate me life. . . Please review. . .