Life and Soul
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Hours later, Bakura leaned back against hard rock, finally feeling the sensation of the wind against his face after escaping the tomb he had not all that long ago robbed of the very cloak he was wearing, and, more recently, the golden Millennium Item he now wore around his neck.
He had caught himself several times now, thinking how easy it would be to get the others now that he had even just one. Trying not to retch as he remembered unwillingly how exactly the metal had been forged, the price the power had cost.
He took a hold of it, looking it in the Horus eye, and growled. He could not let the past and his emotions control his revenge. He would not let himself be weakened by them. He could not let himself hesitate.
He would seal those feelings that could cripple him in his direst need away, with a small piece of his distilled hatred, and he would destroy those that he had sought to destroy, but also everything that they even stood for.
Because life hadn't been perfect in Kul Elna, but it had been life. His family had not been rich, or the best thieves that there were, but they had been his family. His friends had not always stood up for him, and not everyone had been a good person, let alone nice – but they had been his. They had been his, and everything that had been his had been taken away from him.
So now, after all this time, he had the strength, and he had the power, and he would take everything that was theirs away from them.
The Ring glowed softly, pulsing once, and then dimming, unnoticed.
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AN: A short thing. I always think that a part of him survived, so maybe this was how. Could go for original or Memory Game World.