Origin of Scars

My first fanfic! Yay! The idea for this story was cooked up in my insane mind. I don't know how the heck Thief Bakura got that strange scar, AND IT REALLY BOTHERS ME. So I decided, hey, if Kazuki Takahashi won't tell us, then I'll make up my own story! This is my debut story here on (and also happens to be the only fanfiction I've written that's longer than a paragraph.) To introduce myself... HELLO! I'm The Thief King. Bakura's not happy with me for stealing his name, but hey, you know, he can deal with it. Some of you may know me in real life (cough cough, YamiHeart) and I hope everyone enjoys my first story!

Just fair warning: THIS IS NOT CASTESHIPPING. If you were looking for a casteshipping story, well, there's the door *points.* It's about Bakura and the pharaoh being FRIENDS, nothing more. If you choose to read more into it, well, knock yourself out. I can't tell you what to think. But I CAN tell you that my intent in writing this was not casteshipping

Bastet: Yaoi fangirls are disturbing...

Oh, hey, everyone, forgot to mention this! This is Bastet. She's like my Yami, living inside my body.

Bastet: Hi...

Yes, well, going back to your original point, yaoi fangirls ARE quite creepy. I understand some shippings, like Priest Seto and Kisara, or Atem and Mana, but... Seto and Mokuba? *shudders* That's just wrong

Bastet: Osiris and Isis were siblings, as well as husband and wife.

O_O Alrighty then moving right along! Just to clear up… sorry if the summary confuses some people. When I say "We were brothers," I don't mean they were ACTUALLY brothers. I mean it in, you know, the sense that they were so close, they were practically brothers. They're not really related.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of the characters. If I did, 4kids would not be the ones dubbing it, and Tea would have died in the first five minutes of the first episode.


ORIGIN OF SCARS: CHAPTER ONE

I haven't always hated the pharaoh. As hard as it may be to believe, he was once my friend. Closer than a friend. We were like brothers. But that is all lost now. It happened years ago, but I still remember. I don't know or care if he does. It all happened years ago…

My life did not begin in Kul Elna, the city of thieves and sinners. My family once proudly served the pharaoh. I remember holding my mother's hand and watching in wonder as Pharaoh Akhenamkhanen held the infant prince up for all the kingdom, the hushed murmur as the people of Egypt fell to their knees to worship the baby that would one day be king, the curious eyes of the little child looking out over the assembled crowd, having no way of yet knowing that someday, he would rule over this entire land as pharaoh. I was only three years old at the time; I didn't understand much more than the infant did what he would one day become. I didn't understand why they all bowed before him. He was just a baby. Why was he special?

My mother was assigned to the young prince as his caretaker, as the pharaoh and his wife were too busy to care for him themselves. Oft times I accompanied her in caring for him – bathing him, feeding him, walking him in the garden – for I was too young then to do many jobs on my own. As I grew older, I began to understand the difference between the boy we cared for and myself. He was royalty, and I was naught but his servant. He never treated me as such, though. Perhaps it was because I was always around when he was growing up, and such he accepted me as some sort of brother to him. My mother and I were watching as he took his first few steps with his father. I told him stories at night while he fell asleep. His first words were "papa" and "mama." His next word was "Kura."

By this age I was old enough to aid my mother in caring for the young pharaoh, among my other duties in the palace, acting as the boy's protector and friend. Though was several years older than him, that didn't seem to matter to him. He was always happy to see me, always reaching forward when he saw me coming with a loud, excited cry of "Kura!"

As we both grew older, our bond strengthened further. No longer was I merely his caretaker; we both took care of each other. If he fell down and got hurt, I would bandage the wound and dry his tears, as would be expected of the caretaker. Yet he did the same for me, without hesitation. At times it seemed like the line between us blurred, the distinction weakened. It didn't matter that he was royalty and I was his servant. Family doesn't always mean joined by blood, and for a time, the young pharaoh and I were family.

During many long hot days, we would play together outside in the gardens of the palace, imagining that we were the leaders of Egypt, great pharaohs ruling over the land. We always ruled as joint pharaohs in our little game, two brothers leading the kingdom together as one. I once pointed out that this could never happen; two people could not rule one country. He just smiled. "Silly 'Kura!" he said, taking my hand in his. "Of course they can!"

I frowned, my brow furrowing. "But no one's ever done that before."

He smiled again. "So we'll be the first," he told me. "Picture it, 'Kura!" he cried, turning to face the city that he would one day command. "The two of us, pharaohs, brothers, ruling over this entire land! They'll chant our names in the streets. 'Bakura and Atem, the greatest rulers that Egypt has ever seen!' Right, 'Kura?"

I knew it could never be so. That was the moment when I fully realized that we were not the same, no matter how close we were as friends, no matter what we said… he would always be the son of the pharaoh, and I would always be the son of a servant. The fact that we were friends even went against what was traditional. The servants were there to serve the pharaoh, not to befriend him and come up with elaborate plans of how they would rule Egypt together. That was not how it was. But the way he was looking at me, so innocent, so hopeful… how could I crush that?

I forced a smile. "Of course."


Yay! The first chapter is complete! R&R? Please? I hope you liked it! I'll try and get chapter two up soon, but nice reviews will make me write faster! *very unsubtle hint.*

Bastet: Yes, please review so she doesn't keep bemoaning the fact that no one reads her stories...

I do NOT!

Bastet: Yes, indeed you do, my little Hikari. You're not fooling anyone.

Hmph. Well, yes, review. I want to hear what you have to say. Be nice, though... if you don't like something about it, tell me in a nice way, not "YOUR STORY IS CRAP!" Thank you.