Bakura collapsed as he re-formed into his, in-comparison, frail body.

Don't worry son, it gets easier with time. The voice rung and rattled throughout Bakura's head, it sounded exactly like his fathers. His semi-long, white as snow hair, his rugged look, complete with the classic 8 o'clock shadow.
He just stood there with his long, red leather jacket, his jet-black biker boots and dark black jeans. He held his sword, Vermillion, on his shoulder. He looked at Bakura, who was on his hands and knees, barely able to lift his head and look at his face, dead in his eyes and began to smirk. Then his father began to laugh. It twisted, churned and even boiled Bakura's brain cells.
His father raised his right leg far back and swung it forward to Bakura's face (more like, through his face). Bakura was still shaking with his head now down, especially after having his fathers leg go through his face. Bakura began to sweat and his father began to walk away and fade into the chairs of the theatre. As the figure disappeared, the laughter still remained.
The voice had been toying with his mind. Bakura hoped.
Get up, boy! Your old man wouldn't wanna see you like this.
My old man can't see. Bakura remarked.
The laughter came flooding back into Bakura, almost making him violently shake but it soon faded.
Too true, too true... So, what now?
Bakura almost wanted to hit him. Even though it would be himself, the question was too obvious.
I'm going to get Ryou.
The voice spoke with laughter in his voice,
How?! You crushed the skull of the only person who knew where Ryou is! The voice was still cackling, but was soon interrupted by Bakura's thought process.
All I need is some proof, evidence or some clue as to who has him… What was it that Kaiba said?.. He's in the burial grounds! We're going there now!
Hehehe... Sounds like a plan. You sure you're ready for this?

Bakura stood up and dusted himself down. For the first time in his life he decided to smoke outside. He stared over the horizon, the sun-less horizon (which is basically like any other horizon. But darker, at least the moon was still around) and pulled out his last cigerette. He crushed the box and lit up the cigerette. He began to walk. The burial grounds isn't too far away but it will take time. What Bakura didn't know is that he now has all the time in the world.