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Bakura: I'm keeping this short so we can get on with the story. Before my hikari gets back with his damn Plushies. Oh Ra I hate my life sometimes. Anyway, Black Sabre owns nothing. Zip, Zilch, Nada. Oh and. um. Viva Rose? What do you mean that Ryou is cute?... Am I not incredibly irresistible?! :::goes off and pouts in corner:::

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The young boy on the top floor felt tears again swelling in his brown eyes. His pale hands clenched at his side tight. 'I will never let them hurt Yugi. I must find a way to stop them; but how? Who am I to challenge them?' His thoughts were interrupted by a growl above him as he lay on his stomach. Ryou looked up and gasped.

"Yami please! I didn't mean..."

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"Get up damnit!" Bakura commanded.

Ryou obeyed and had just looked at his Yami's eyes when a sharp pain filled his right cheek. Ryou gasped and fell to the floor. Blood trickled down his face. The vital essence slipped into his mouth and he sobbed.

"Please stop Yami!"

He felt himself being pulled back up for the second blow. Each time he collapsed on the floor he was hauled back up to his feet to meet the same fate as before. A faint whispering "please" slipped out of his mouth; and after the 7th blow, Ryou lost track and began to go numb. Tears mixed with blood; blood mixed with hate. He hated his Yami; yet there was nothing that he could do to stop him. Ryou felt helpless, his mind went in and out of reality. One moment he was seeing light, then another he would see nothing but darkness.

After what seemed an eternity, the beatings stopped. Ryou felt the numbness fade away only to be replaced by hell. He burned and froze at the same time, there was blood all over; and he couldn't move from the spot that his Yami had left him. His white hair drenched in red. Salty tears stung his wounded cheeks as they fell. His brown eyes cast downward as he sobbed on the floor. Darkness overtook him as he sobbed. The last thing he heard was the sound of his pounding heart ready to burst from his chest.

Bakura stood looking out the window emotionless. Dark clouds loomed over Domino City and the sound of thunder rolled in the distance across the sea. He had heard Ryou's pleas, but still he was too furious that he had listened to his conversation. Had he not shown his hikari that he meant business from the start? What made him care? Could Marik be right about using him? Questions attacked his mind as he stared at the coming mist. Soon he felt himself drifting back into his twisted memories once again..

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Word had spread throughout Egypt about a new tomb robber. The Pharaoh's crypts were being plundered; even the most heavily guarded ones. Bakura sensed fear in the eyes of the passing people. No one had expected him of the raiding because he never left evidence. His act was so clean; he could fool the Egyptian hounds. Not even the Pharaoh's own soldiers suspected him. Oh Ra, he was rich beyond compare. The Black Marketers paid top price for the artifacts; Bakura never accepted any less. Of course, if they tried to cheat with him, they ended up dead on the spot. His black heart never once thinking pity for the soul. He remembered every scream and cry from the people he had slaughtered. Men, women, children, he didn't care. A life was a life, and the blood on his hands pleased him.

As he lowered himself through the secret entrance of a tomb, he noticed the hieroglyphics on the pillar beside him. They depicted the ancient creatures that started the well known Shadow Games. Bakura had never seen a game before but found himself attracted to the scene below him. He looked from the pillar he rested on down the floor below. There were giant stone tablets standing without support facing each other. Monsters seemed to come to life and battle one another doing as their master bid. A voice was heard and a new tablet was raised, and a giant red dragon emerged from it. The beast attacked and everything began to crumble. Suddenly Bakura was aware of the stones beneath him giving way. The pillar on which he rested began to crack and he lost his balance. This sent him falling through the darkness his last thoughts was the fast approaching ground.

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Bakura snapped out of his memories to hear a soft moan coming from the hallway. He looked at his own hands, still covered in Ryou's blood. His dark brown eyes focused on the limp body in the hallway. His clothes were ripped and saturated in vital essence. Before Bakura could catch himself, he had picked up the fragile boy and was carrying him to his hikari's room. He laid the wounded boy on the bed and walked to the bathroom. He soaked a washcloth in warm water and returned to the Ryou's side. Bakura wanted to stop but found something was standing in his way. He couldn't figure out the feeling, but he continued to wipe away the dried blood.

Ryou began to stir, and before he opened his eyes, Bakura had left his side. Ryou looked down at his hands and saw a washcloth in one of them. He naturally touched his face to find that most of the blood was gone. 'I don't remember doing this.' He let out a quiet gasp as he thought of his Yami again. Oh how he hated him still for doing this to him. He felt his anger swelling in his hand. He wanted to die right then, right there. Still he could not find the strength lift himself out of his bed. 'Bed? When did I, how could I?' As he wondered the possibilities, his eyes wandered to the door. He saw his Yami standing looking at the place that he had lain. The blood at his feet.

"Could this be what my Yami did back in Egypt? Is this how those poor people felt as he raised the knife to end their lives?" Ryou thought out loud.

"Yes, in fact the look in your eyes reminded me so much of all of them. The fear. The blood. The pleas for mercy. Yes, that is exactly how they felt," his voice stated heartless and insensitive.

Ryou gasped at the sudden response of his Yami. He didn't know whether to talk or not. He didn't want to talk to him. He hated his Yami; but he wanted to know why.

"Yami?" his meek voice asked.

"What?" the almost dead utterance sounded.

"Why did you kill all of those people so long ago?"

Silence answered him; he heard a faint mumble from the Spirit. Then silence followed. Ryou was about to give up when he heard footsteps coming towards his room. He looked at the door and saw his Yami walking towards the bed where he lay. Softly he sat on the end of the bed and looked intently into the innocent eyes.

"Do you really wish to know?" Bakura asked spiritless.

"Yes, I do."

"Why?"

"I don't know Yami. I guess because I care." Bakura tensed at his response. Ryou? Care? But why? And how? Before he could think anymore he felt the soft hands of his hikari touch his arm. He looked into Ryou's eyes. They were filled with tears, his white hair surrounding his face. He looked like an angel.

((Author's note: Wow, that was a longer one at least. Hope you guys enjoyed! Please REVIEW!!!))