Chapter 2: Distorted Light

Disclaimer: If I ever end up owning Yu-Gi-Oh!, I will personally e-mail each and every person on this entire network. Until you get that e-mail, I DON'T OWN YU-GI-OH! (However, I'm pretty sure I own this idea about Yami Bakura; I haven't seen anything else similar to it yet ^_^)

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The man I greeted in the otherwise empty throne room looked at me and smiled. A strange shiver ran up and down my spine; I felt like I knew this man. I figured I was most likely having déjà vu - I don't remember meeting many commoners in my life. My parents didn't like me leaving the palace... they knew I scared the people, because I was so pale. Everywhere I went, I heard hushed whispers of and . I didn't mind, though. After all, I never knew any different.

I grinned inwardly, finally recognizing the man in question. I couldn't remember his name, but I knew he was one of the guards. I think he was one of the ones who guarded the pyramids against the tomb raiders; his eyes shifted from side to side constantly, as if he was on the lookout for thieves.

I'd like to have a Duel with your brother, please. the man said.

I shrugged, and hoped the man knew what he was getting himself into. All right. I knew Yuugiou could never resist a Duel. I'll referee the match, if you don't mind. My brother will meet you in the Shadow Realm in... ... ...hm, about ten minutes. Spend the time wisely, and prepare yourself and your monsters for the battle ahead.

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It isn't possible! How could I have lost?! I thought I had come up with the perfect strategy... the man complained, as we returned from the Shadow Realm. No kidding - that kid is the King of Games!

My three-year-old brother smiled. Thank you! I win. That was fun... can we play again some time? You're gooood.

The man looked horrified at the very idea. N-n-n-no thanks. I have to go and, uh, protect the pyramids. It's the family heritage, to guard the royal tombs.

My little brother glared, and crossed his arms. A point of light was beginning to form on his forehead, as he grew more angry at the man's refusal with each passing second. I knew what was going to happen; I had seen it many times before. Yuugiou would get himself worked up into one of his little temper tantrums, and then he'd destroy the offender's mind with his magic. If they were lucky, they'd recover a few years later. If they weren't, they'd remain poor, demented souls until their dying day. One time, he even managed to kill someone - I think it was a servant who did his hair up the wrong way - with his Mind Crush.

I sighed. At first, it had been interesting to watch, but my little brother quickly was becoming something of a tyrant. Whenever he obliterated someone's brain, however, my parents just smiled. If our Yuugiou destroys someone's mind, then they deserved it, I overheard my father telling off some merchant, who had come to complain that he now had an insane brother.

Who are you to question authority, anyway? Yuugiou is the son of Ra himself. He will deal with situations - like your brother - in any way he feels proper. my mother snapped.

I don't think it's right for my brother to judge whether someone stays sane or not. It's not right for anyone to judge anything, or anyone. It's especially not right to judge anything or anyone based on your emotions. And it's definitely, completely and totally wrong to act on those emotions. The poor bloke in front of me did not deserve to go crazy, just because Yuugiou was angry he can't duel any more.

But I don't say anything. If I did, Yuugiou would probably kill me, too.

I knew when to hold my tongue. Sometimes, silence is better. This was definitely one of those times.

The man in front of me obviously didn't know that. He slowly backed away from my angry brother, waving his hands in front of his face, babbling something about having faithfully served our family for years. By this time, an aura of light had formed around Yuugiou, and he was clenching his fist. I knew from experience that he was about to bring it out and crush the man's mind. I closed my eyes - I had seen this scene too many times for it to be impressive. Now, it was just disgusting.

The voice cut through my thoughts, like a knife cutting through old papyrus. I opened on eye, and found the man staring at me, his eyes begging for mercy. I found this odd, because most people could not take their eyes off from my brother and his glowing energy aura. Not to mention, most people were afraid to look at me anyway, my brother present or not.

he repeated, please help me!

My memories came rushing back like a flash flood. My eyes widened, and I realized who he truly was. Not only was he a protector of the pyramids, but he was also the thief I had met from three years ago! His dice were still hidden in my bedroom, under my mattress. I played with them every night before I went to sleep. And now, like a phantom, this man was back, begging for my help once again.

I glanced at Yuugiou, who didn't seem to be paying much attention to what the man was saying. His anger and rage were at its peak, now. I looked back, hopelessly at the theif-man. There was no stopping my brother now.

he whispered.

Something in me snapped. I couldn't take it any more. I was sick of people being judged, and I couldn't bear it if my brother destroyed the only man who had ever bothered saying anything decent to me. No one deserved the fate Yuugiou was going to bestow upon this man. YUUGIOU!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!! I cried, as I tackled my brother to the floor.

It was too late. The beam of distorted, backwards light fired from my brother's hand as he fell. The entire room lit up with the horrifying magical spell; I closed my eyes. Looking at the light was so painful, so... ... ...wrong. The light was wrong.

My brother shoved me off of him and stood up, all in the same graceful motion. He glared at me; what was worse, his third eye of light hadn't disappeared. I swallowed a lump in my throat, but refused to back away. Yuugiou... I'm sick of you hurting people, that's all! This isn't justice! Strike me down now, if you dare! Strike me down, for speaking the truth!

My brother's expression did not change as he raised his hand. Against my instincts, I did not close my eyes, but rather looked into my brother. I looked into his soul.

Get... out. he said, his voice a low whisper.

I asked, unsure.

Leave! Never come back!

I nodded my head, not knowing how long my luck would last.

I am the son of Ra, and Egypt's rightful ruler! He called after me. Leave me!!!!!! Go!!!!!!!! LEAVE THIS PLACE, DEMON!

I turned around, and faced my brother for the last time. I'm not a demon! I cried. I am an angel!

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