Icepool: This just... Had to be written by someone. Most of it is filler and made up, but a bit is what Bakura went through. I personally believe he had not a choice in his wrong doings, so I present..

Diary of Akefia Bakura

I own nothing

There's a time, a place, a face, when you realize... I ruined everything.

The world is not the same anymore. True evil is not a village where you fear being robbed. Nor is it petty crimes performed by hungry people. A slap on the wrist, a day in the dungeons should be the punishment.

Not what I bear witness to.

That night, I learned the true meaning of evil. At twelve harvests old, I saw every nightmare come to mind put together in one horrific scene. Everything I remember, I will write down in my final testament. Maybe the Gods will have mercy on my soul.

Ra began his climb in the sky over the sand dunes of Egypt, but the residents of one village were already awake and beginning their morning routines. In the village of Kul Elna, there was one family who was always up just before Ra came over the eastern sand dunes. A mother and her two children. My family.

"Akefia! Wake up! Wake up you lazy bum!" my sister, perhaps she was eight years old, said as she tried to shake me awake. Sometimes I forget my name. I wonder if that is bad.

"Mmmm…leave me alone, Akila!" I huffed, trying to catch the remnents of my fading dream.

"We have to go to the city today! Remember? We have to trade and sell stuff today!" she reminded me.

With a groan, I rolled over and fixed a glare on her after brushing my white hair out of my eyes, "I know that! I just don't see why we can't get money like everyone else around here does."

"You know Mewet never supported those ways!"

"Humph."

"Now GET UP!" She always was a little bossy. No wonder I loved her to death.

"Alright, alright! I'm up!"I sat up and rubbed my eyes as my sister skipped off to help our mother with the donkey. I looked around my small home. Everything seemed in place. As the 'man' of our family, I at least tried to keep up with things. With a yawn, I stood from the bed of piled mats and blankets.

"AKEFIA!"

"I'M COMING!" I yelled back to my sister. "Gods that girl is impatient." I then raced outside and went behind the mud-brick house to the smaller shed like building that housed a donkey and goat. When I reached it, I found my mother and sister tying packs to the donkey's back.

"There you are. Akila says you were sleeping still," my mother, Masika, said.

"I was, but then Li woke me up." Hehe, I had almost forgotten my nickname for sis. Sorry about that.

My mother laughed, "Because I told her to. You need to stop sleeping until high noon!"

"But Mewet!"

"No buts! Now go get the sack of clothes by the door and bring it out here."

The donkey made a grunting noise as though it wasn't happy about the prospect of more to carry. The goat made a 'meeeeheheheheh!' sound almost like it was laughing. Akila giggled at the two animals.

I rolled my eyes and left the building again and went to fetch what Mewet had asked of me. As I hauled the sack over my shoulder and went back to mother and sister, I couldn't help but notice an ominous feeling in my heart. It was as if something unspeakibly horrible was about to happen.

Akila noticed this immediately, she always seemed to be able to read me like a book, "What's bothering you Akefia?"

I shook my head,"Nothing, I think I'm just still tired."

Akila gave me a doubtful look but shrugged, sensing I didn't want to say any more.

I pushed the feeling aside and smiled a bit. We were going to city, and despite not wanting to get out of bed earlier, I enjoyed going to the market and seeing all that there was. Not to mention the sight of the palace standing grandly at the center of the city.

Soon, the three of us had left the village and had begun our ten-mile trek across the desert. We made this journey once a month so it was no big deal. We always followed the Nile toward the city. That day, it was extremely hot, even for Kemet.

"Can we go swimming, Mewet?" I asked. With a nod from Mewet, I raced off to the water. At the edge, I stripped off my clothing before wading into the water. I couldn't actually swim, but I loved to wade in the cool water.

Masika and Akila had stopped and sat a bit away from the shoreline to wait for me. Gods they must have loved me.

"Come on Li!" I called to my sister.

Akila shook her head, "No, I'm fine."

I sighed. Akila was deathly afraid of water. She had a bad experience with swimming when she was four years old. She had fallen in the Nile and nearly drowned, not to mention there had been crocodiles in that particular section of the Nile.

After around twenty minutes, I got out of the water and pulled my clothes back on. The scorching sun was already beginning to dry me off. I made my way back to my family and we started off walking again. By noon, we could see the outskirts of the city and the huge palace of the pharaoh standing magnificently in the midst of the sprawling city.

I looked around excitedly as we ventured into the city and to the marketplace. There were carts and stores selling anything and everything from clothes to goats, fruit to jewelry. And at the end of the long street were the palace gates, and just beyond that, the grandeur of the palace itself! My eyes sparkled as I thought of what it would be like to even enter such a place. Riches and treasures everywhere, servants, feasts fit for a king, power to do whatever desired!

My daydream was ruined by an "Akefia!"

I spun around at the sound of my name and grinned at the sight of my friend, Manu. Come to think of it.. That Marik character reminds me of him. Weird.

"Manu!"

"I was wondering when I'd next see you!" the slightly younger boy had platinum blond hair and eyes much like mine.

I heard Momma sigh and I'm pretty sure she sent a silent prayer to the gods that we wouldn't get in trouble that only saw each other once a month, but we were close as brothers and were ALWAYS getting into trouble when we were together. It was a sign! Note to self: don't chuckle out loud when your soul is about to be eaten, gods stare at you strangely.

"Mewet can I-" I started.

"Yes, yes. Just don't get in trouble this time!" Mewet called, but alas, it was too late. Both of us had run of at the first 'yes'.

"So, what do you want to do today, Akefia?"

"Hmm…what is there new to do?Or are we going to have to be creative?" I answered with my classic mischievous smirk.

"Well…one of the vendors has just started selling these cakes that I've been dying to try!" Manu said, grinning.

The thought of cakes made my mouth water."Let's go for it!"

We then slipped into an alleyway and snuck behind the shops to a vendor's cart that was stacked with different fruits and cakes. Manu began to slink forward, but I stopped him and whispered, "Wait. Remember what happened last time?" That is not even worth mentioning...

Manu pouted and sat back as I crept forward like a lizard, silent and undetected. I remember that I watched them and practiced walking like them because I thought they were neat. I reached a hand out slowly toward the stack of cakes. What I didn't notice is that Manu's eye had been caught by a pair of wrist cuffs in the vendor's cart next to the one we had originally targeted.

Manu had grabbed the cuffs and was lightly backing away, so far unnoticed, until he tripped on crate and fell backwards, right into me who in turn fell straight in the cart I had been trying to rob. Anubis gave me a look. Yes it was wrong, but those cakes looked delicious. Stop reading over my shoulder. We tumbled hard into the cart, sending it rolling down the street.

The vendor began yelling curses at us as he snatched up a knife and came at us. Come to think of it, we were hilarious trouble makers.

We both leaped to our feet and dashed off down the street, zigzagging between people, animals, and carts, the vendor hot on our heels.

"Manu! Follow me!" I yelled over the noise of animals and people crying out in surprise as we zoomed by. Manu just nodded.

I glanced behind me, judging how much time we had before his looking back and forth down the street. There! I grabbed Manu's wrist and pulled him into a shop and toward a ladder at the back of the store. We climbed like monkeys up the wooden ladder and came out on the roof of the building. We ran to edge, hearing at least three men coming up behind us. Manu had put on the wristcuffs he had snatched because he had nearly lost them in our haste to get away. I kept running right for the edge of the building.

"What are you thinking?"Manu screeched.

"Of escaping those fat lugs!"I yelled back before leaping straight out over the edge of the roof and across the seven-foot gap between that building and the next's roofs. I admit, I was a gusty one. Bravery and foolishness overlap a lot in my point of view.

Manu stopped short at the edge, "I am not jumping!"

"You will if you want to live!" I shouted and pointed behind him.

Manu glances back and squeaked. Three very large men with knives were coming straight for him. The blond ducked a swing and zipped around the men, using his smaller size to his advantage. He circled around to the other side of the long roof. As he had hoped, the three men turned and came for him again. Once again, Manu dodged their attacks. He then dove between the center man's legs, rolled and came up behind the men and ran for the other end of the roof. He jumped, cringing as he did so, but to his surprise, made it to the other side.

I smirked, "Nice moves, Blondie."

"Thanks." We were a good team. I still say that with much affection.

We then jumped from roof to roof for a while, leaving the shouts of the vendors behind. After reaching a safe distance, we climbed down the side of another building and hid in the corner of an alleyway.

"Nice job nicking those cuffs. Though I think you could've looked where you were going."

"Hehe… Sorry."

"It's fine. Plus, I still got this," from my pants pocket, I pulled out on the cakes that Manu had wanted to try.

"You still got it! You're way too good at the stealing thing!"

I smirked, "It's in my blood you know. But still. Mewet isn't going to be happy with me."

Manu shrugged, "She won't stay mad for long. She loves you too much."

"Yeah…I suppose."

"You two are in so much trouble!"

We jumped at the sound of a girl's voice.

Akila then moved out of the shadows where she had been nearly invisible, her dark brown, nearly black hair and tanned skin making it easy for her to hide in darkness and shadows.

"Li! You scared Set out of me!" I exclaimed.

"Good. Maybe then you'll quit stealing! You know Mewet hates it."

"I wouldn't say she hates it. She has stolen from tombs before."

"Shhh! Do you want the whole city to know?"

"No, but it's true."

Manu asked, "How did you find us?"

"Not hard to follow you two. You're pretty loud Manu. But then again, I have excellent hearing."

Manu grumbled that he wasn't loud. He was.

My little sister sighed and came to sit next to me, "Well, what'd you guys get this time?"

Manu and I smirked. Akila may get on to us at first, but that didn't mean she wasn't ever curious.

I tore off a piece of the cake and handed it to her and Manu showed off his wrist cuffs.

Akila bit into the piece of cake and smiled, "Wow…ok…you're forgiven this time!"

I chuckled at her and hugged her, "No telling Mewet?"

"No telling Mewet, if she doesn't already know that is." she agreed.

Eventually, the we slipped out of the alleyway and found Momma. Luckily, Mewet either didn't know that anything odd had happened before or she didn't know it had been us. I would have been in a lot of trouble. The thought still frightens me thousands of years later. Nothing is more scary than an angry mother.

After another hour of trading, buying, and selling, we headed out of the city. Manu and I parted at the edge of the market place, exchanging waves and 'See you next time!'

We arrived home just as Ra sank beyond the dunes and into the underworld again. After putting away what we had bought and traded for, Masika told us to wash up and for Akila to start dinner while she went to take care of the animals.

Akila spoke up as she started a fire to cook over, "You owe me."

I sighed, "I know, I know. How do you want me to pay off my debt?"

The girl smiled, "I always like to hear you sing, or I used to…you haven't sang in a long time. That's how you can pay it off. Sing to me." Odd girl, was she not?

I stared at my sister,"You want me to sing?"

"Yes."

"But I only know one song!"

"That's fine, I just want to hear you sing."

I gawked at her. She wanted me to sing of all things. With a sigh, I thought hard to recall the words to a lullaby Mewet used to sing to Akila when she was little.

I soon began to remember the words and began to sing the lullaby. I still hum it every night when I'm alone or scared.

"Hush now, my baby

Be still now don't cry

Sleep like you're rocked by the stream

Sleep and remember my river lullaby

And I'll be with you when you dream

Drift on a river

That flows through my arms

Drift as I'm singing to you

I see you smiling

So peaceful and calm

And holding you,

I'm smiling, too

Here in my arms

Safe from all harm

Holding you, I'm smiling, too

Hush now, my baby

Be still now don't cry

Sleep like you're rocked by the stream

Sleep and remember my river lullaby

And I'll be with you when you dream

Here in my arms

Safe from all harm

Holding you, I'm smiling, too

Sleep and remember

This river lullaby

And I'll be with you when you dream

Sleep and remember

This river lullaby

And I'll be with you when you dream"

After I sang the last word, I was blushing from embarrassment. Suddenly, Akila hugged me.

"Thank you, Akefia."

I didn't know how to respond to that. Akila, I would have remembered a hundred songs to sing to you. I'm sorry... For anything and everything.

After a few seconds, Akila let go and returned to the fire to finish dinner.

Mother returned soon after and took over finishing dinner. Akila went to play with her dolls and I simply sat by and watched everything in silent contemplation. This was my life. Day to day, hour by hour, minute-by-minute, my life may be a simple one, but it was mine. I prayed nothing ever took it from me. I'm sorry if my tears make this hard to read.

After a dinner of boiled beef, grapes, bread and water, we went to bed on a mattress of piled sheep skins on top of hay.

Late at night, I awoke from a dream (more like a nightmare) and saw outside the window the glow of fire up on the ridge. Curiously, I slipped out of bed and up the ladder that led to the roof of our home. I crouched low and looked out at the ridge. My eyes widened in fear at what I saw. Horses and soldiers were gathered on the ridge!

It was then that a war cry went out, the horses whinnied and the attack force came thundering down into the village. I stayed silent and frozen in fear and shock. I was helpless as the soldiers came like a tidal wave through the village, capturing my friends and neighbors. I can't feel my legs. I can't breath. I hate writing this. I'm only buying time. Oh Ra, please don't make me write this.

Then they reached my home. I was shaking, rooted to the spot. I knew my mother and sister must be up by now, yet I couldn't risk being seen and captured with them. Coward, coward, COWARD! Perhaps I could at least save them! Then I heard the bloodcurdling yet all too familiar scream of my little sister. That was it for me. I ran back to the ladder. However, I was too late. Momma and Akila had been dragged from our home. Too late. All my fault.

I sank to my knees. Where would they be? Why were they taken? What had we ever done to deserve this? I still ask that. After all this time, still.

I had a faint memory of the day Akila was born. When I had first heard her laugh, I had mentally promised to make sure she was always happy because she deserved it. With new resolve, I slipped outside, unseen and behind the buildings. I spotted a group of soldiers dragging another family away and decided to follow them.

I followed after the soldiers swift and silent as a shadow. I followed them through the village and then down a tunnel. What was the purpose of this? I stopped at the end of the tunnel and my eyes grew wide with shock at what he saw. I. Can't. Breathe.

A huge cauldron sat in the center of the enormous room. A ramp lead up and over the cauldron, my neighbors all lined up on it bound in chains. Children cried and screamed, mothers begged and pleaded for mercy for their children, but to no avail.

I then laid eyes on my mother and sister. Both were at the very back of the line. Too frozen in my fear and anger, I could only stare in horror as one by one, each villager of Kul Elna was forced to walk off the end of the ramp into the boiling liquid in the cauldron. Each and every one screaming and crying as they went, even the men. The line eventually reached Mewet who was crying as well, though trying to stay strong for Akila. Where were you, Ra?

It was then that I snapped. I sprang from his hiding place like a young lion.

"NO! LET THEM GO!" I snatched a blade away from one soldier with such force that the sharp metal swung up and sliced the man's throat.

Silence reigned. Then laughter.

"Well, well, seems we've missed one," a priest, a priest of the pharaoh's court, stalked out of the shadows.

My eyes narrowed in hate. I had never hated until that point. Right then, I learned true hate. Hate opened my eyes to the absolute evil that night.

Akila and Momma both stood frozen in surprise. I had escaped? And yet I threw himself right back in for them? A thousand times over.

"Restrain him," the priest ordered.

The soldiers were upon me in an instant. They jerked the blade from my hands, slicing open my palms in the process and then two rather large, muscular men held me back.

I snarled like a rabid jackal and tried to bite the soldiers holding me, but they held me arms tightly behind my back and one grabbed my hair and jerked my head back forcing me to stop struggling.

"I am assuming these two are special to you," the priest began, "How so?"

Mewet spoke up, trying to stall, trying to think of a way out now that they had a very small chance, "I'm his mother. This is his sister."

"I did not say you could speak, rat!" the priest roared at Momma.

"Don't talk to her like that,you -!" I screamed. How I learned the word I spoke is a mystery even to me. However, it definitely set off the priest.

The larger, robed man was soon right in my face, "I'll shall talk to her however I so please!" he spat, "and for your disrespect…" the man stood straight again, "Throw them in."

I screeched out several curses and started thrashing around, trying to shake off the men holding him,but to no avail.

A group of soldiers herded Mewet and Akila up the ramp, jabbing them in the back with their spears.

Momma was the first to go, her last words were a final prayer to the gods. I hope it didn't hurt too much. Please never tell me. It was too horrible for words watching you.. Die.

Then it was Akila's turn.

The men holding me forced me to watch the next scene.

Akila stopped at the edge of the ramp, her head held high and her eyes defiant. I have always admired you for your bravery.

The priest laughed, "Think you'll escape, little rat?"

Akila turned her eyes to the priest, "No. I know there's no way out for me. But mark my words: you WILL regret this day. May Ammit tear you to shreds in Anubis's court!" her words rang out. The little girl cast one more look at me, silently telling me to escape this, and to get free of these tyrants. With that, she willingly... leaped from the ramp, not a sound coming from her as her body splashed into the boiling golden liquid in the cauldron.

My eyes were wide. No…This couldn't be… Not my little sister… Then I lost my train of thought. Everything went blank, but I was still there. My entire family... Why?

"NO! NO! NO! NO! AKILA!" I found a strength I never knew I had. I jerked free of the men holding me and grabbed the shaft of the spear one of them held and thrust it upward, right through the man's throat. I then yanked the spear from the dead man's hands and spun around and killed the other brute. My eyes blazed with hatred that no twelve year old should ever have in their eyes.

I dropped the spear and instead pulled a sword from the other man's belt, not caring that my hands were still bleeding or that the dead man's still warm blood soaked my sleeves. I cut down the next three men who approached me, even decapitating one. I was then a murderer.

No one else would approach me in my storm of anger and hatred.

I glared around at all the men, my eyes landed on the lead priest, but I knew I had no chance there. I fled back up the passage, the bloodied sword still in my hands. Once I was out of the tunnel and above ground again, I kept running. I ran all the way to the ridge where I found a horse. I didn't waste time. I swung up onto the animal's back and grabbed the reins. I spurred the horse on and was soon riding off, not knowing where I was headed or what I would do, only knowing I had to get away from there and that I would get my revenge.

Am I still looking like a heartless demon now? Where were the Gods looking as everything I ever knew fell to pieces? As my world was boiled in a pot?

Yeah, I'm a psychotic sociopath for no reason.

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Icepool: Thank you so much Namara Jane Knight for writing this chapter. I take only 98% credit.