The Titanic: Yami Bakura's version of the events. Yami Bakura will henceforth be referred to as Bakura. Ryou Bakura will be Ryou if he gets mentioned in here. Okay? By the way, I'm not sure how or why Yami Bakura would be on the Titanic, but just go with the flow, okay?
This chapter completed by: Phoenix (Thanks for reading and reviewing everyone!)
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Bakura climbed on board the ship. He could only manage to steal a lower class ticket on such short notice. He'd meant to get one a few days ago, but had slept late nearly every day and those idiots in the bars couldn't afford a ticket with all the money they earned in their short, meaningless lifetimes.
"Excuse me, sir," a young woman's voice said. "I need to see your ticket."
Bakura groaned. He dropped the bag he was carrying and pulled the ticket out of his back pocket. "Here," he said angrily shoving it into her hands.
The young woman hesitated for a moment, then handed the ticket back to him. "You're good. Next!"
Bakura grimaced as he put the ticket back and picked up his bag. He walked down the hall to the very end. When he got there he went into the room on his right.
A young man was talking to his friend. The man himself was blonde. His friend had dark brown hair. They turned and looked at Bakura as he walked in. "Hi," the blonde one said.
Bakura ignored him. Instead, he put his bag on the top bunk, climbed up and went to sleep.
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Bakura awoke with a start. He heard a rustling sound. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up in bed. The ceiling was so low, he smacked his head painfully.
"Oh, damn it!" Right then, he wished he could send the ceiling to the Shadow Realm. After he recovered, he leaned over the side of the bunk. "Hey, that's my bag!"
The blonde man and his friend were digging through his bag. When Bakura shouted, they looked up surprised and confused. Bakura was climbing off the bunk, his gold, Egyptian knife out. He was ready to cut some people open.
The blonde man shouted, dropped the bag and attempted to run. Bakura's Millenium Ring glowed and the man disappeared into thin air. Bakura smiled. He had a passion for sending people to the Shadow Realm. It made his day go that much better.
The brown haired man walked backward until he was in the corner of the room. He began to babble hysterically in a different language. Bakura assumed it to be French or Italian. Bakura grinned evilly. Another victim and his day was going to be that much better. He put the knife to the man's neck. He slowly pieced the skin on the man's neck and watched a tiny little stream of blood trickle down into his shirt collar. Bakura put his finger in the blood, then brought it to his lips.
"Mmm…The taste of death…"
The brown haired man was crying now. Suddenly, he spouted something in English.
"What was that?" Bakura asked casually wiping the knife on the man's shirt.
"Bringer of Death…."
Bakura looked absolutely devilish. "That's me all right." His Ring glowed and the man was sent to the Shadow Realm forever.
Bakura remembered the Realm. It was dark and cold. You couldn't eat because there was no food. You couldn't sleep without a feeling of someone watching you. You couldn't do anything you wanted in the Realm . You were basically kept alive and nothing more. There was no happiness and no joy. Everything was black and eternal. He shuddered at the thought of the Realm. How immortally painful.
Bakura shuddered. He wanted nothing more than to see the Pharoah. He couldn't wait for that day to come. Even if it took another thousand years, he was determined to hunt him down and repay him for his pains.
He glanced around the room and saw the other men's stuff lying in the cabin. First, he searched through everything they had taking money and things that seemed worth a value. Then he picked it all up and carried it out of the room. After getting lost for a bit, he finally made his way to the deck. He ascended the stairs to it and breathed in the salty air of the ocean.
"I'm King of the World!"
Bakura looked out to the front of the boat. "Idiot mortal," he said. A young man with longish-blonde hair was standing on the very tip of deck with his arms spread and the wind rushing in his face. (*For everyone who doesn't know, this is Leonardo DiCaprio.*)
He walked over to the side of the boat and dropped all their stuff overboard. "Good riddance to bad rubbish." Without another word he went back to his room and went back to sleep.
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Okay, I hope you like it. I don't know if any of the other Yu-Gi-Oh characters are going to make it into the story. Dark Wind is going to write the next chapter. She can put in anyone she wants. I don't know what's going to happen either, so don't ask me.
Thanks for reading and reviewing,
~Phoenix
P.S. If you go to www.fictionpress.com, my name on there is Cirien Phoenix. I currently have 36 stories there and am adding to them little by little. I'm also known as Deception the E.D.E. on here. E.D.E. stands for Evil Digi Empress. I think I explained that in my bio. Later, everyone!