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A quick thank you to my pal sonata hirano for all her help and Ireina Kurotsukifor their help and BETAing and stuff!
Boredom; an odd thing that leaves little but ideas to play with, there are going to be four of these 'history logs' one for Seto, one for Ryou and Bakura and one for the Mouto's and the Ishtars
Touch the Darkness, Claim the Light
Part 2: The Bakura's
Every light needs a darkness and sometimes in the darkest of places one can find the purest of that illusive innocence.
Earliest memory/3
"Sweetheart isn't he beautiful, so like his brother!" an elderly woman gushed above the small infant, only a few weeks old, his hair rich and dark as night it texture much like silk. "Isn't he mother, why Francis and I were so shocked at the likeness of our boys. We did not think we would have two angels in our lives," his mother cooed cradling the small child who nuzzled her breast allowing sleep to catch him as his brothers' voice filled the silence, "Mamma, Thys is going to sleep! Can I hold him?"
Age 5/8
A smash of glass upon a wall, the shattering of china woke the small child who whimpered fearing that anger would land upon him and his beloved brother Amen. Shrieks of rage, and pain greet his ears and he gave into the urge to cover his head with his pillow, trembling with fear. This wasn't how Mummy's where on the TV, they were nice and sweet and gave out lots of hugs and kisses and cookies even after the child had been naughty.
"Thys!" a voice called and he glance through the crack between his pillow and the matrass to see his brother standing there, tall and proud, his crimson eyes, the colour of blood, having gone cold. "Thys can I sleep in here with you?" he asked, just as he always did when their mother got like this. Annoyed and angry that her husband had left her with two very opposite children that at times were hard to raise, that he had fled her and his family to dig up some old ruin or chase some myth that never came through.
"Please," Thys whimpered as another glass shattered upon a wall below and Amen walked over quickly sliding in beside his younger sibling happy to have the physical connection with his brother, it always calmed the voices in his head, eased away some of that pain. "Sleep, I'll watch over you, my Thys," he whispered holding the smaller boy close.
Age 6/9
Thys grinned as his brother wished him a happy birthday and handed him a small, plush that looked like the puppy he had wanted at the pet store, though he knew his brother hadn't bought it the right way. He'd taken a five-fingered discount on the toy, just so his little brother could have at least one gift on his birthday. He always made sure.
"Thank you Amen! I love him!" Thys cried jumping up and down before jumping on his brother to hug him, hug him hard enough that he could barely breath.
"I'm glade you like it little bro," he laughed hugging his light tighter, knowing the small child could feel the waves of hatred and pain that always followed their mother. A woman who used to be so loving, so kind, now nothing more than a painful husk of the woman she once was. Pulling away from each other as they heard her loud steps fall upon the stairs of the two story house they live in the shuffle of her worn, old sleepers on the floor boards and the click of the bathroom door as the thigh was closed. Thys trembling as sadness, determination and pain radiated from that room, as his big brother no longer holding him, no longer buffering the things his senses picked up and fell to his knees as it all cut off abruptly.
She was gone, she had taken her own life to get away from a life, and a family she could no longer stand.
Age 8/11
"THYS! Get you butt over here!" his father shouted and the small, delicate child rushed to his and his brothers side, his brother now eleven, now losing all that made him a child, his eyes cold, hard with knowledge of things best left unsaid. "Yes Papa?" he asked softly only to be knock harshly upon the head. "Gah! Boy grow up! You're a man act like it you little sissy!" his father shouted as Amen glared at his back not touching him though, not causing the old man pain as he listened to his fathers thoughts, He's just like that stupid ho, gah why won't he just kill himself and off his baggage from Amen and I?!
Rage boiled deep within in and his body shook with it, to think such unfair things of a child, of his own blood kin, of his own son! Rage built behind his silver eyes and the boy glanced at his brother knowing the boy was picking up their fathers' rage, his hate and his own anger. He knew that Thys's long, lush hair would begin to lighten very soon, going grey before it turned a stunning shade of white, much like his hair had, just after their mother had died. "Sorry Papa," the eight year old whimpered looking down and away trembling under the force of their fathers emotions.
Hours passed as they dusted old stones and slowly uncovered the ruins beneath the sand Amen looking up suddenly looking to his brother and saying in a calm, forcefully controlled voice "Thys go get some water, Father will need a drink soon." His mental voice filling the boys head, urgent, 'Thys go. And stay away. Bandits have come!' and Thys looked up alarmed, knowing that the older boy would be staying behind, to try to protect their father who wouldn't listen to a word either said in warning.
Scampering off as quickly as he could Thys slid into the caravan and slid under the bed, into a hidden storage compartment he and his brother had found, trying to block out the emotions flooding him. Fear, anger, arousal and anticipation, excitement and a sudden rush of grief before it all cut off and the world, already dark went black as he lost consciousness, his black hair becoming a dull, concert coloured grey.
Age 9/12
"Mr Bogard?" the gravely voiced social worker said as the door opened to reveal a tall is, rounding man dressed in slacks, a white button up, complete with tie and matching jacket. His black shoes where shinny and obviously well taken care of and all Amen could think was that his grandfather was so anal about his appearance. "The bastards dead then, Amen, Thys go inside," he ordered and Amen took his brothers hand pulling him along, into the older style, very British house that was anally clean.
Age 11/14
"Grand mother?" Thys called entering the house that seemed filled with negative emotion his shoulders rounding as he saw his brother unconscious upon the floor. "Amen?" he asked kneeling down as a black shadow fell over him and he glanced up only to cry out as he was hit over the head, his world going blank as a voice filled his head, "K' we gotta go! The coppers are coming!"
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"Thys Micheals, did you see anything?" the man asked the small boy who sat quietly in his hospital bed a few days later, the room blank, sterial, white and unfriendly, the only welcoming, comforting thing being his brother who sat in his own bed, staring at the police detective. 'Tell him what ever you remember Thys, he really wants to help us,' his brothers voice came and Thys swallowed reaching up to touch his now shock white hair, now identical to his brothers. "I walked into our…The Bogard house and called for my…our grandmother, I had a bad feeling and then I saw Amen lying on the ground. He wasn't moving so I went to check on him but once I was at his side someone came up behind me, the last thing I heard was someone talking to another called K'."
"K'?" the tall grey eyed man asked and Thys nodded.
"Thank you son, this could have just caught your grandparent murders," he murmured leaving the room. "Amen, he's hard to read," Thys murmured and Amen scoffed, "Yeah, I know. Either he's one of us or he's experienced a lot of emotional trauma causing him to loss touch with his emotions. Cold."
"I don't like not being able to read someone."
Age 12/15
"Thys, Amen, I'm sorry boys but we're going to have to take you into protective custody, this has happened too many times," Mr Beart said with a resigned sigh, this was the third time someone had targeted the brothers and Amen nodded. "We understand, but we must be kept together," he said his voice coxing and before the man could voice the protest that filled him mind Amen reached out, touching that thought and filling the mans mind with agreement. He thought that would be for the best. The pair had lost so much already, to separate them would be cruel and he was not a cruel person. It would also make it easier to protect the boys.
"Alrightm I'll talk to our legal department and have them set you up with new identities, for now you have to remain with us."
Age 16/19
Yuugi couldn't help but stare at the new boy, he could feel this boy had a gift as any with a talent could, his long hair a startling shade of blond, so pale it was white, his brown, soft chocolate coloured eyes were large, filled with softness and innocence. "My name is Ryo Bakura, nice to meet you all…" he murmured after the teacher had told him to introduce himself to the class and Yuugi knew they would be friends even as Jou leaned over and whispered overly loudly, "Hay Yug, are you think'en what I iz thinken?"
"I don't know Jou, you tell me," Yuugi giggled and the blond flashed him a grin, "That kid is gonna be one of us, right!"
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"Akefia?" the teacher murmured and the teen before him nodded, "Bakura preferably, Sir," mock respect in his voice, a voice that crawled along the chemistry teacher's skin and he thought This kid is going to be giving me hell all year, I can tell. Gods help me if he and Marik befriend each other! "You can sit by Kaiba. The boy at the back with the book," he said with a resigned sigh and almost crimson eyes scanned the room, where his peers stared at him with interest only two sets of eyes not watching his every move. One a sandy haired boy, who had to be at least two years his junior, who was fiddling with a, what looked like a sharpened letter opener. His blue uniform was worn open, much like his own, his sneakers obviously expensive as their souls gleaned in the harsh lighting.
The boy was propped back on his chair, the thing only resting on two legs as he cleaned his nails with a bored air to him. The other boy who wasn't watching him like he was a sideshow freak was the boy he was to sit next to, who was also younger than everyone else in the class room, by at least two years. His brown hair hung down and his blue eyes remained on the book in his gloved hand even as Bakura wondered over drooping his books none to gently onto the table. The only indication that he was even noticed was the slight withdrawal, the boys thin frame moving slightly away from him as if he didn't want any kind of contact with the British blond.
'Don't worry about that, Kaiba-bastard doesn't let anyone touch him, Amen,' a thought came and Bakura looked around slightly worried, no one should know that name, the only one who should would be his brother and their case worker. Amen was dead. 'Young sexy blond on your other side, and don't fret, I'm a precog, I saw your sorry arse years ago,' red eyes darted sideways, to the sandy hair blond he'd been looking at earlier and the boy had the ardasity to smirk at him and give a small wave.
'Don't even think about beating me up, I can see every move you make, before you can even think to make it,'
Hissing slight Bakura shot back, 'And I can read your every thought so I know which moves not to make and which moves you'll make to counteract every move I make.'
Silence filled his mind for a moment as the students around them stoped chattering and took the notes from the bored, the brunet beside him also jotting them down with a bored, I-know-all-this-already air to him. Before he could reach out to touch the boys' mind, the other boy's mental voice filled his head, 'Don't bother, you won't get anything. The boy has mental shields the size of warzoo.' '…your really starting to annoy me,'
"Mr Kaiba would you please put your book away!"
