~Yami: Serena does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Get it threw your thick skull!

Serena: Dats not nice!

Yami: *shrugs*

Serena: Whatever... This chapter is in Bakura's POV! Yay! Go Baku! ^^ This is when Baku is 12 and beginning to rely on thievery~

"This place is a dump..." I mumbled to myself as I walked into my so called home, kicking aside a pile of rags I use to clean plates and such.

I plopped down on a pile of mats I use as a bed. Nothing all that special. I begin thinking... About my parents...

My parents are both dead. Figures... No one was really there for me anyway... My mom? Well I never knew her... My dad... I remember a lot about him... He relied a lot on thievery to keep himself alive... He taught me some things, like stealth and balance... The basics. My mom died from giving birth to me... My dad was killed. He was killed when Pharaoh Akunamukanon's men attacked Kuru Eruna. So, I'm all alone now... Relying on whatever my father left me with... Like this "home"... Personally they're just a bunch of ruins now...

"Nothing to eat... Hmph... Maybe I should stock up on food on my good days..." I continue mumbling to myself whether it's on the same topic or not, "I hate those street guards... They nearly pulled me off that roof..."

My eyes fix on a scarab running past me on the floor. This house is almost infested with them... I have the only standing wall filled with dead scarabs... They say they're supposed to bring you good luck so I always bring one with me when I go to the city... Though it rarely works...

My stomach grumbles, "I'd guess I'll try again... Nothing better to do..."

Back in town, kids are playing soccer, merchants are trying to sell goods; these are the normal things... Well not really but whatever... Now where's that secret passage to the roof tops...

"Aha!" I exclaimed to myself as I climbed up to the roof top, "There we go..."

I begin walking along the flat surfaces of tall buildings and houses, using clothes lines as the means of transportation to other roof tops.

"Almost at the market" I tell myself as the rope wrapped over my shoulder slowly becomes heavier.

I stop and look over the side of the building, watching the people below do there biddings... I drop the rope from my shoulder and uncoil it.

"What will be the host for today...?" I murmur as I search for something to tie the rope firmly around, "That pole will do nicely..."

I drag one end of the rope over to the metal pole and tie it not all that sure if it will hold. I test it a bit by tugging brutally on the rope that would surely rip a brick from a wall.

"Good..." I mutter continuing my work by tying the other end of the rope around my waist.

I stand by the edge of the building, looking down, trying to figure out the exact angels I'd need to land in the space I need, which is quite small.

I wait until the dealer has his back turned away from his goods and there are no customers. I wait for a few minutes and as soon as it's clear I go for it.

I jump down off the roof, landing with my feet along the wall. I climb down rapidly, making sure I stay hidden in the shadows where no shop browsers can notice me. I land a few seconds later on the dusty ground. My heart races faster then usual. Not from being afraid of being caught, but from excitement.

I took one step forward and grabbed 3 loaves of bread. As soon I took them the shop keeper turned around and spotted me. Horrified I put my hand out in front of me and chanted some words my father had taught me. The shop keeper froze. Not even a single flinch. I looked at my hand in amazement. I didn't ever use my shadow powers before. My father taught me how to use them but I never tried it out, though, it some what felt compelling. I grabbed anything else that would fit into my pockets then climbed back up onto the roof top.

I sat down beside the bag I brought with me to put some of the things I stole in it.

"Hmm... Still pretty empty..." I said as I threw it over my shoulder, "I should continue with my work."

I walked over to the pole which I untied my rope from. I then coiled it up and put it around my arm. For some reason the rope didn't seem as heavy as it usually did. Maybe that Shadow Magic stuff was sinking in too much...

I peered over the side of the building again. The shopkeeper's arms were at his side and he seemed... Well it seemed like he was missing something.

"Hey, mister! Can I buy that item over there?" a customer asked.

The shopkeeper still didn't move... He didn't even flinch.

I blinked even more confused, trying to think back to what my father told me... Of what I can remember he said something about a dark game, the shadow magic and soul monsters. There was something else too... What was it? Oh yes! I remember now! It was something like 'When you use your shadow magic, it can be used to go to the shadow realm where the dark game was originally made to play in.' It sounds a bit strange but that's probably what happened to that man down there...

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" the customer called out to the shopkeeper again.

No movement...

I shrugged and jumped over to the next roof as if it were nothing. I looked down to try and see what the shop below was selling, but I couldn't tell. It must have good things though, since there are only higher ranks buying things from it. I waited for a bit and saw this shopkeeper go into the back with something that looked like clothes and jewelry. It might do some good. It might make me look like I was a fairly skilled thief. Though, not many people recognized me, I could probably change that...

Once again I look around to find something to fasten my rope to. After a little while I spotted a pile bricks.

"Bricks...?" I said as I walked over to it.

There was nothing else that I could attach my rope to. I sighed and tied my rope around one of the bricks, then piled the others on top. Surprisingly there were more then I expected.

I tied the other end once again around my waist and peered down at the shop I was to rob.

"Hmph... Pathetic..." I said as I watched one of the customers throw a fit about a piece of jewelry.

I jumped down off the top of the building and landing quietly on the ground. I hid behind a crate and waiting for a slim moment.

I heard a rustling sound come from on top of the building I had jumped from. Was someone going through my stolen goods? I glared up as I saw the bricks I used to keep my rope down fall. Then my bag came rolling down.

I froze. The shopkeeper heard the noises and came over to investigate.

I swiftly untied myself from the rope and jumped up on top of the canvas and waited.

The shopkeeper picked up my bag and looked inside. He didn't think the things inside were all that valuable, so he threw the bag aside.

I let out a sigh of relief, then noticed a strange tearing sound. I froze once again, unaware what was happening. All of a sudden the canvas ripped under me and I fell onto the ground infront of the shopkeeper.

"Look at what we got here, a little white-haired thief" the shopkeeper grinned, "You ought to know better then to be stealing from such a shop."

I stared at him, my mouth open with disbelief. Then slowly, I started to smirk.

I laughed. I laughed at his pity. I laughed at his fake pride.

"What's so funny?" The shopkeeper declared.

I smirked again, "Nothing, just nothing... It's just..."

I began thinking. A dark shadow appearing in my mind.

The shopkeeper just stared at me waiting for me to finish.

"It's just that you're in my way, and I will not take any obstacles..." I said as I smirked cruelly.

The shopkeeper looked confused by what I meant.

I pushed him out of my way as I walked past him to pick up my bag.

The man got back up and turned to me.

"You rotten little brat!" he glared, "You're going to regret that"

I smirked much more strongly, "You're doubt makes you weak... Do you see anything behind me?"

"No..." he said a bit confused.

I shrugged as one of the customers watching screamed. The shopkeeper froze and stared right past me.

"It's a monster!" Someone said, as a fiend traveled through the wall behind me.

I smirked as the monster stepped over me to my opponent.

"Meet my friend... Diaboundo" I said cockily.

The man just stared wide eyed at the creature. Maybe this was the thing that my father told me about. Those soul monsters.

The monster growled at the man and picked him up.

I grinned again, "I don't think he likes you... Good bye" I waved my hand to the shopkeeper.

The man stared at me, "You... you have shadow-"

Diaboundo tosses the lifeless carcass to the side.

"Shadow magic? Yes..." I smirked and threw my bag over my shoulder, "If any one else wants to challenge me, you may end up like him" I cocked my head to the dead shopkeeper, "So stay out of my way"

My smirk now had faded and became a sort of frown as I shoved some more goods into my bag and walk past the wide eyed crowd, listening to a certain conversation two men are having.

"The king of thieves has returned..." one of the men whispered.

"Yes... But what is his name...?" the other said quietly back.

My frown slowly turned upward as my grin grew again and I turned to the men and laughed.

"If you are wondering my name, you could just ask" I said turning my head away from them, "I am a thief from Kuru Eruna..."

One of the men just stared at me, I could sense his fear.

"But, but Kuru Eruna was destroyed! Everyone was killed!" The man declared.

"Almost everyone, I saw the whole thing..." I closed my eyes.

A guard stepped up and glared at me, "Tell me thief! What is you're name!?"

"My name is Bakura... My father was also known as the king of thieves before he was slaughtered. He taught me all I know and now... I will be leaving." I said as I started forward to go back to my ruined home.

The guard stopped me again, "I will warn the pharaoh about you and he shall have your head!"

"Believe me, he will be dead before he gets the chance... His son on the other hand..." I stopped speaking just to build up a bit of suspense, "He will live and fight me for the right of this kingdom..."

I began walking again and got to my home when it was chilly and dark.

I mumbled to myself as I put some of the oversized clothes, I smuggled, over me. I lie down on my bed and shut my eyes.

"Tomorrow is his death..."