AN/ Alright, have another chapter! This happens on the same day as the first chapter but later on in the day...

Um... What can I say? My writing has pretty much gone to shit nowadays ahaha~ But this is just Bakura reminiscing. =u=;;

Yeah, I have nothing to say 8D


Two Minds, One Soul

It was late and Ryou was sitting on his bed humming to himself as he usually did. Bakura had kept true to his word – for once – and hadn't annoyed him for the day with his father. Though, now he was sure that the spirit was going to come out.

"You know me well. It's only been a year and I feel like we've known each other for Millennia!"

"We're the sam esoul, of course I know you. You're like a darker, more annoying me." Ryou didn't so much as flinch as the spirit moved, but continually stared at the Millennium Ring. "Though you keep a fair few secrets from me, I can tell."

Bakura crossed his arms over his chest. In his spirit form he always reverted back to his Thief King attire. He said it was too much of a bother to keep looking like the boy who resented him so.

"I doubt my past is anything you'd be interested in."

"Try me. I'm the son of an Archaeologist .Anything ancient fascinate sme." Ryou looked over to Bakura. "You're no exception. You're annoying as heck and you never leave me alone. You live in my mind so it's about time I knew something about you, since you know pretty much my life story."

"What can be so interesting about a 5,000 year old spirit who was trapped in a priceless artefact?"

"How exactly did you get stuck?"

"That, my dear boy, is a story for later."

"Then what can you tell me!" Ryou shouted at the spirit. He only realised after he had shouted that he hadn't said that via his mind link.

"Aw crud." Ryou slouched.

"Ryou!" his father called from downstairs "What was that?"

"Nothing, dad!" he called back. He was somewhat glad his dad could be oblivious and hard of hearing. That was, unless he wanted to be. More than once his dad had caught him 'talking to himself'.

"If you say so..."

"Temper,Temper!" Bakura was laughing.

Ryou glared at Bakura and the Thief automatically stepped back. He was sick of Ryou having his moments where he could quite possibly kill everything within a 5 metre radius. He hated to admit it, but he brought out the bad side of Ryou and sometimes when he got annoyed enough, that boy would be able to seal Bakura in the ring for hours until he calmed down. The ring was a prison to him; a constant reminder of how and why he had become sealed into the ring in the first place. The longer he could float around Ryou, the better.

"Alright, alright..." He flicked his hair lazily "What do you want to know?"

"How did you get that scar on your cheek?"

Bakura sighed; he was anticipating a different question, but then again, he knew better. Ryou was inquisitive and when he didnt get what he wanted he dived straight back in for the second best thing.

He said he would talk and he wasn't about to get on bad terms with his host again. He was rather sick of being locked in the Ring and whenever he got Ryou annoyed enough it happened.

Yeah, he'd rather talk than be locked up.

"When I was a young boy,there was a war in Egypt. If the Pharaoh lost this war, Egypt was going to fall to the enemy." He paused. His features twisted as if he were trying to remember it clearly.

"The Pharaoh wanted to stop the enemy advance at any cost, even a whole village's worth." Bakura motioned to the Ring. "During the final days of the war when everybody was sure Egypt was going to lose, he fashioned the 7 Millennium Items."

"Yes, but this isn't explaining-"

"Let me finish!" Bakura's eyes flared with anger and Ryou quietened once more.

"The Millennium Items were created from the darkness within peoples souls.To fashion them, they needed sacrifices. I lived in a village of thieves; one that many considered scum of the earth.We only stole so that we could survive, there was no other way." He clenched his fist. "One night, soldiers came through our village and begun rounding up everybody. They took them to a chamber and they killed them one by one. My sister and mother told me to run and hide and so I tried. A soldier found me and tried to catch me. I ran, but not before he got out his weapons. I was a young boy with nothing to defend myself, so when he attacked I got cut." He brushed his hand over his scar.

"I was young,weak,and helpless. He had cut me three times down my face to ensure I wouldn't get back up again. But by some luck, someone called him. When he was distracted, I ran. I ran to the closest village I could find and I hid there. I didn't stay there for long. I never stayed any where for long after that." Bakura's features softened and he returned to his normal stature.

"Wow... Did Yami really do all of that?"

"No, it was his Father; the so called bringer of peace. Not to my people, he wasn't. He was their destroyer. My destroyer."

"Why do you want to kill Yami, then? He was only a boy."

"He must pay for his father's mistakes!"

"Spirit..."

"You've heard enough for tonight."

Rather abruptly, Bakura cut off their link and left Ryou to wonder about the spirit. His past was rough. He had to watch all of his family be tortured and killed. He had reason to hate the Pharaoh, but it was his father not him.

Ryou looked at his Ring. He took it off and tossed it to the other side of his room. There was no getting rid of it, and he knew its horrid origins now.

"I wish I hadn't asked..."

"Then ask no more questions and just let me achieve my goal."

"Whatever you say, Spirit." Ryou rolled his eyes and pulled his blankets over him, dozing off within minutes.

Bakura watched his host angrily pull his covers over him and smirked. Although he could be tough when he was angry he would never be menacing. He walked over to the ring which lay peacefully on the floor; it seemed out of place. Ryou's room was neat and tidy and not a thing was out of place; usually. He kneeled down and gently touched the ring and felt his spirit fall back into the chambers of the ring once more.