A/N: Yes, I did make up Bakura's past. Why? Because I find it more interesting if he has a past like this. So don't flame me if you don't like it, I told you before that I'm emotionally screwing over Bakura AND THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO DO IT PROPERLY! Besides, it helps everyone understand why he is the way he is. And yes, some of Yami's past is made up and thrown in here as well.

DISCLAIMER: Watashi suru nai jishin no Yu-Gi-Oh! Iku tobu ka doka anata suru nai konomu sore. Hehe, figure that one out!

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Tsuki: Ohhhhhhh reviews! Well guys, I'm mostly working in POV 'cause POV is just fun, and it explains more. Okay now let's see *pulls out scoreboard* Ryou's Emotional Damage is at 3, Bakura's Emotional Damage is at 7 but judging from this chapter that should be a ohhhhh 13 maybe, next chapter about 15.

Bakura: Geez, you love me so much.

Ryou: Shouldn't I have the higher damage?

Tsuki: Iie dear, there's a difference between emotional and physical abuse.

Neko: Yeah! Like emotional damage lasts longer and is mostly all the time permanent! ^_^

Tsuki: Yami!

Yami: What?

Tsuki: Not you!

Yugi: Wow that can get confusing.

Tsuki: Hush you!

Neko: Don't tell my Yugi to hush! *glare*

Bakura: Can we get on with my emotional screwage then?

Tsuki: I am the authoress, I can be mean if I want!

Bakura: Ohayo?

*Tsuki and Neko get into fight, making a dust cloud roll around the room*

Ryou: *sigh* Forget it, they aren't ending that anytime soon so that means I get to take over! ^_^

Yugi: Me too! Me too!

Yami: Ra, not both of them.

Bakura: Ra has no sympathy for us...get used to it.

Ryou: Get out your boxes of tissue!

Yugi: *gets boxes of tissue, passes them out to everyone.* Ready!

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Ryou's POV

I found him on a bench in the park. I knew I would. This is where he tends to go if he wants to think or be alone. He's been crying too, I can tell by the tearstains on his shirt. (A/N: Awwwww! Bakura crying!) I know he didn't mean to hit me, it just....happened. I also overreacted, it wasn't as bad as I had made it out to be. I mean, he didn't even hit me that hard. His fist just glanced off really, it didn't hit dead center. He told me it was an accident, and I believe him. I should of known he would lash out, he was thrashing around so badly.

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I woke up to the feeling of my covers being yanked around. I could also feel Bakura's distress through the link we shared. I looked over at him, he was thrashing around uncontrollably, gripping at the covers and even making a whimpering noise. I grabbed a hold of shoulders, shaking him roughly, trying to wake him up.

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I didn't think he would react that way, I should of known. He looks over, noticing me. He sits up, looking down at his shoes. I walked over, sitting down next to him.

"Bakura, it was an accident."

He still doesn't look up at me as I wait anxiously for him to say something. Anything would be better than his silence.

"Well then if you're waiting for me to forgive you then you have to tell me what your nightmare was about."

He looks at me finally, I can usually tell what he's feeling by the look he gives me, but this one is different, something I can't quit put my finger on.

"Ryou, my hikari, you asked me a while ago what happened to me back in Egypt to make me so afraid. That was what I dreamt of tonight."

"Aibou tell me, I'm ready now, you know I am."

"Are you sure?"

"Hai Bakura, I need to know."
"Then I need to tell don't I."

He took a breath, leaning back against the bench. I waited patiently.

"Take your time."

He took another deep breath, closing his eyes.

"I lived during the time of Pharaoh Bahar, Yami's father. My mother was a sold into slavery and so when I was born I was made one too. I was treated differently because of my light skin and hair, my only real Egyptian attribute was my dark eyes, and the royals found this totally unacceptable. I used to have to be covered from head to toe in soot to change my hair color and skin tone, and of course in my young mind you can imagine what I thought about myself so needless to say I was a quiet child, keeping mostly to myself. By the time I was six I was already used to being pushed around and doing hard labor, but I also learned to fend for myself and found that I was good at stealing things. When I turned eight, I was already a well-accomplished thief, and had become the local troublemaker, always trying to go past my current thieving limits. often getting caught. Punishment was never very severe for me at that age though, except for those times I had tried to escape. My mother had soon formulated her own plans for getting me out of slavery and one night she carried these plans out. She woke me up in the dead of night and we snuck out of the slave quarters, making it halfway through the city. The Pharaoh's guards had found out, and had come after us about that time. My mother grabbed my hand, running for the city boundaries. When we got there she shoved me ahead of her and outside the city gates, knowing that once I got past those gates I would be safe. Due to the time she took to shove me forward and told me to run and not look back, the guards had caught her. I saw them kill my mother that night. They slit her throat and left her there to bleed to death in the sand. They let me go, figuring that the desert heat would kill me. I believe I cried myself to sleep that night, as well as lost my faith in everything, learning the hard way that tears don't bring people back or anything else as well. I fell in with a gang of thieves, perfecting my skills, learning to survive in a world that I wasn't aloud to be apart of. I soon grew tired of common thieving that's what earned me the nickname Tomb Raider. The challenge of tombs was a pure adrenaline rush for me and it also served as a small piece of revenge to the royals for the death of my mother. Raiding tombs was also how I learned to kill, using the tomb's traps at first, then various long range weapons, and finally how to do it with my own hands. In my mind it was either kill or be killed, even if the person opposing me wasn't a threat. I also acquired the Ring through this act. Following my possession of the Ring I learned of its shadow powers, how to manipulate them, becoming a shadow duelist. It changed me, feeding off my hate of the world, making me careless, making me think that no one could top me. This is what got me caught. I was raiding a priest's tomb one day, when I was fifteen I believe, and I walked right into an ambush. I thought my shadow powers were strong enough to keep me safe, I just never thought about the possibility of another Millennium Item to be there. The other, being more skilled in his use of shadow powers than I was, I was defeated and captured. I went from slave boy to master thief to tomb raider only to fall all the way back down to slave. And of course because of my light skin and hair, they only made my life as a slave worse than even a regular slave would have. Well a few days after that, I was assigned to a high mage named Zaran. Having known the taste of freedom I wasn't going to stand for this. So naturally I was disobedient. That proved to be one of the worst mistakes I ever made. He started to beat on me daily, often leaving me on the brink of death, letting my health return, then beating me back to the brink. Even after I learned to finally accept my fate, growing quickly tired of the abuse and did what I was told, and when I was told he beat one me. It wasn't so bad once I learned to stop screaming and crying, I was never shown mercy for tears or pleas for my life anyway."

" But if you did what you were told, that gave him no reason to hit you anymore."

"I know, I suppose it became a sort of game for him."

"You mean, he just beat on you for no reason?"

"No reason at all. Just like me."

"Don't say that."

He let his gaze wander up, staring at the stars blankly.

"Do you know hwy I used to beat on you Ryou?"

"Huh? Well, not exactly."

"Because I saw myself in you, the image of an innocent child. You made me angry when I looked at you, reminded me of everything about myself that I learned and been taught to hate."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it was never your fault. When I beat on you, it was like I was beating on myself. Trying to rid that child of any weakness, any chance to feel pain and be afraid of it. I thought I could make you strong like I wasn't. I never realized that I was doing exactly what Zaran used to do to me."

He goes silent, letting hid eyes drop to the ground. I sit there unsure of what to say, what to do.

"Do you want me to continue?"

"H-hai."

"You sound unsure aibou."

"Iie, I'm fine, go on." He sighed, closing his eyes again.

" Well maybe a month or two after becoming his slave, Zaran found out that the Millennium Ring had chosen me to use its powers. He, being my slave master, commanded that I duel others for him. At first I refused, it was bad enough I was his slave, I didn't want to be his puppet too. Of course my mind was changed over the next three days. It's amazing what three days worth of beating, no food and little water can do to a person. So I became Zaran's ticket to the Shadow Games. They were intense. All of the item holders gathered there, but there was one who was made to duel like I was, had the same expression of dread on his features."

"Who was it?"

"Yami."

"Yami?"

"Hai. Apparently Pharaoh Bahar had died and his son Yami had taken the throne. His advisers forced him to duel, saying its what kept the empire going. But you know Yami, our new Pharaoh wasn't stupid, he knew the danger of the Shadow Games. So to cut a long story short, Yami sealed the Games, some of us being sealed into our items. And so in the dark recesses of my prison that was the Ring, I waited. Yami had said that if we were lucky we would be released someday. I waited for that day for three thousand years, vowing to take out my pent up anger and rage on the first living thing I saw. I never thought what the consequence to that action may be. I didn't care at that point. That's why I regret so much what I did to you. I almost couldn't believe it when I saw that you looked just like I did as a child. I didn't want history to repeat itself. I never intended to do that to you Ryou, I just got so scared, and I wasn't afraid only for myself but for you also. That's exactly why I am the way I am, and I hate myself for it."

"I understand. Don't hate yourself, it was never truly your fault for being this way, well that's how I see it. I forgive you for hitting my earlier. It was mostly my fault."

"Arigato aibou, I don't know how you keep forgiving me but you do."

I hug him lightly then stand up, offering my hand to help him up as well. We talked more about his past on the way home, mostly about his mother. I believe I understand my yami more than ever now. I see that he had some reason behind his actions, after all, one only does and thinks what one knows, and if pain was all he knew, I can see why he is the way he is.

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Ryou: Yay! Another chapter done!

Bakura: Yay? How can you say yay!? I poured my heart out!!!

Yami: *not very enthusiastic* My heart bleeds....

Bakura: *glare* I can make it.

Yugi: *hugs Bakura* Sore oke Bakura....

Bakura: *tries to shove Yugi off* Iie touching, get off.

Ryou: *hugs onto Bakura as well* Yeah, aibou, sore oke.

Yami: Yugi get off of him!

Yugi: *sticks tongue out at Yami* I'm just being nice

Tsuki & Neko:*notice Yugi and Ryou hugging on Bakura and Yami standing with his arms crossed all pissed looking.* Kodak moment! *pull out their cameras and start clicking away.*

Tsuki: *runs over and latches onto Bakura* Aishiteru Kura Kura.

Bakura: Ahhhhhhh! Get them off!!! Too many hikaris are touching me at once!!!!

Yami:*snicker* Good luck.

Neko: ^_^ Oh well, I'll get the crow bar. Review guys!!!!