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A/N: Appropriately, this drabble is 99 words long. XD
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Ninety-nine souls were required to make the Millennium Items.
The entire population of Kul Elna. Ninety-nine men, women and children, all thieves, sacrificed in the name of the Pharaoh. Their lives, their souls, traded in for magic in golden casing.
During his millennia trapped in one such object (it is easy to be the Thief King when most of your competition is dead), the being known as Bakura would ponder this many times.
Ninety-nine souls, ninety-nine lives. It all fit so conveniently.
Except for Bakura. An anomaly, one he himself considered often.
The one-hundredth villager.
Why had he lived?