Wow, 10 reviews on just the first chapter?! That's already almost half the reviews on My Immortal had in five chapters! I guess you guys like this story. Thank you so much for the awesome reviews!! n.n

And like I promised, one more chapter of My Immortal and now another chapter of this lovely fan fic. I wish my scanner worked because I have an awesome picture to go along with this story (yes I do draw anime) but for some reason it only scans half way down, there fore cutting out most of the picture.

Like I said, I hope this chapter will answer some questions that arose in the last chapter. And I hope it's no more confusing then the last. And a new and *cough*

Familiar *cough* character is about to make an appearance.  o.O

So enjoy!! And please review!! n.n

Unbroken

CHAPTER TWO

            They dragged him down the dark halls, completely opposite of the rooms they were kept in. He kept his head down, avoiding the strong gaze of the men who held his arms tightly. Their eyes had a way of weakening one, making them easier to break. He almost spit at the very thought of that word. It should have never been used with humans. Breaking something is what one did with wolves before hand, making dogs, a loyal companion. But breaking humans was cruel and would result in harm to the community as a whole.

            That's why he would never break. He had promised Yami that right before they had taken him for his last lesson. Yami went with them willing, glancing back at him with soulful eyes.

            'Promise me you won't fall victim to them.' He pleaded. 'Promise me you'll remain strong.'

            He had told the frightened Yami that no matter what they did to him, he wouldn't allow them to break him. Besides, it would take a lot more then some oversized, steroid induced men to make him flinch.

            "We've brought you the one you asked for." One of the men spoke gruffly, throwing him down onto his hands and knees.

            "Thank you." This voice was cold as ice and sent shivers up the boy's spine. Everyone knew this voice, whether you were considered a broken or an unbroken. The voice of the one who administered the lessons, the voice of one who wished to have it all.

            The boy raised his harsh brown eyes to meet the shadowed ones of the master. Though he couldn't see his black orbs, he could see the smirk playing on his thin lips. It was a grin that dropped the boy's heart into his stomach like a block of ice, chilling his entire body with one shiver.

            "Welcome, Code name, Tomb Raider." The master spoke once more, and the boy was sure that the actual temperature of the room dropped every time he opened his mouth. He had faced some harsh 'lessons' at this man's demands, but he had never faced The Master himself. The man who always stood in the shadows, eyes hidden. He let his large goons and pansies in white lab coats do his dirty work. He just stood there with a large checkbook and high intimidation. The boy gritted his teeth against another shiver and rose to his feet.

            "My name is not Tomb Raider." He growled, flipping a strand of white hair out of his eyes. "My name is Bakura."

            The Master laughed, angering Bakura more then frightening him, which was his original intent. He ran a thousand different ways to kill this man through his mind, each one more grotesque then the one before. Yami had always been against using their abilities against these people. But Yami wasn't here, and Bakura had no problems watching them wither at his feet.

            But The Master was ready for this. He clucked his tongues against his teeth and sadly shook his head. Before Bakura could ask him what that was all about there was a loud clanking as metal chains seemed to shoot of the darkness. Attached to the end of the chains were shackles that grabbed Bakura by the ankles and wrists and yanked him backwards. He slammed against the nearest wall, the air knocked out of him by the blow.

            " My dear Tomb Raider," He stepped up to the chained youth, surprisingly still hiding his face in the shadows. "You know that everyone here has a code name that we call them by. Your birth name, Bakura, was stripped form you as was the life you lived with name. Sadly you remember that life and still demand to use that awful name. Even after we bothered to do all that research on your personality and pick a code name that so rightfully fits you."

            The Master stopped and turned a cocked head to Bakura. Bakura didn't know what The Master was thinking with this action, but he knew he wasn't going to want to hear the rest of the conversation.

            "Like your friend Yami." Bakura jerked against the chains when The Master spoke his friends birth name. That asshole had no right to use something so sacred to Yami. Bakura used to question why Yami never fought being called 'Pharaoh' by all The Master's puppets.

            'Because it's mine.' Was Yami's carefree answer. 'My name is something they can't have, and if they use it, I won't ever want to hear my real name. That's the last thing I have that's mine.'

            Bakura fought against the chains, hoping that he could get the perfect aim. If he could get that, then The Master would be no more.

            "Yami was the first." The Master kept going, seemingly unaware of Bakura's struggles with the chains. "That poor boy. Unfortunately he never knew a real life. You see Tomb Raider, you were taken from your family when your talents were discovered. They had no option but to hand you over to us when you proved to be dangerous. But Yami was with us since his birth. Hence why we call him the Pharaoh. He is the strongest of all of you, but the hardest to break. We gave him lessons of actual education, taught him of the outside world, the one he so longed to be a part of. And then you came along when you both were at the impressionable age of ten and we made the mistake of rooming you together. You made friends and a bond that we've yet to break."

            Just as Bakura got the perfect aim, The Master spun around and slammed him up against the wall. Bakura gasped as all his air fled him in a gasping breath and his grasp on his abilities left him.

            "Your talents won't work against me Tomb Raider." He hissed, causing Bakura to shudder. "And you're the one we need. You need to bring him back."

            "B-bring him back?" Bakura choked out his question. "Bring who back."

            The Master gave him another quick shake, but Bakura had to grin in the back of his mind. Did he really think this was bad compared to some of the lessons his goons had given him.

            "You're going to help us bring the Pharaoh back!" The Master now screamed, losing his grip on the situation. "You're going to help us catch your little friend Yami. He seemed to have used some of his abilities to escape our guards. Too bad for him. Now when he gets back, I'll have to personally administer his lessons until he breaks. You know, I expected better from the strongest we have."

            The Master let Bakura go and slunk back deeper into the safety of his shadows. Bakura tried to drop to his knees, the information making him weak. So Yami had escaped. All this time he had been worried that he had been unsuccessful and they would use him as public spectacle to show the others what would happen if they tried the same stunt. He had feared that the next time he saw his only friend, he would be dead.

            But something worse was about to happen. They were going to use him to recapture his best friend, bring kicking and screaming from the world he wished so hard to be a part of. It would break Yami, and Bakura feared it would break him also.

            "I-I can't help." You gasped. "I-I can't bring him back here. It would kill him to have to come back here."

            The Master chuckled, seeming to have gotten his grip on his emotions again. It had appeared that Yami was more important to them then they showed, that maybe his code name 'Pharaoh' held more meaning.

            "My dear Tomb Raider," The Master whispered, running a finger down Bakura's jaw line. "You have no choice. Either you help or I have him killed as soon as he's found. It's up to you."

            Bakura's eyes grew wide, their chocolate brown darkening to a murky black. He began to protest, but gave up and hung his head.

            "I'll help if he stays safe." He gave in. "Just tell me what I have to do."

            The Master grinned and grabbed a hold of Bakura's chin, forcing him to look his master in his shadowy eyes. When he spoke, the room again grew colder.

            "Very wise choice, Bakura."

            In that final, heart-breaking moment, Bakura realized why Yami would rather hear them speak his code name.

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Alright…I had fun writing this chapter. I wrote it using our school computer and I must have been leaning over because my tattoo must have been showing, cause guess who decided to give me a hard time about it showing? My principal!! @_@ God, I hate him!! I think it's funny that he doesn't approve of me having a tattoo, like he's my father or something! Oh well, gave him a piece of my mind I did!! He'll think twice before questioning me again!!

Principal: X_X

HA HA!!!

Anyway, I hope you liked the turn of events in this chapter. Bakura's here!! I love Ryou and stories where Bakura is somewhat decent to Yami and Yugi cause I think all four of them are awesome characters!! (And Marik, but I'm trying to create a character for him!! n.n )

Anyways…be kind…read…and review!! ^.^