Here's the second chapter. I enjoyed writing the first one, I hope you liked it. I still find it a bummer they only show fourty episodes of Yu-Gi- Oh! in the Netherlands and the show may even be banned because of the cards... young children start fights over cards and they begin stealing. The adults attribute that to the show. I hope Fox Kids will continue broadcasting YGO, though I stopped watching it a while ago. They always show the BattleCity-tournament and that gets boring when you've seen all the episodes about THIRTEEN TIMES!

Ryou: Ssh, sssh, breathe slowly, Ryou-Ran, think pleasant thoughts...

Ryou-Ran: I'm going to nuke the Fox Kids-building! (evil and insane grin)

Ryou: --"That's not what I would exactly call "pleasant".

Yami Bakura: Nuke? What kind of animal is that?

Ryou-Ran: A nuke is a device that is able to destroy thousands of people in one single blow. It radiates... uh...

Ryou: Radiation.

Ryou-Ran: Yes! It radiats radiatio... this isn't going to help me much. Ryou, why don't you let him take a peek into your memory?

Ryou: Okay. (opens a box with "memory" written on it) Look at this, Yami.

Yami Bakura: Ooh, now I understand... That's some nice mushroom!

Ryou & Ryou-Ran: --"

Ryou-Ran: Let's start the fic, right? Here comes the disclaimer.

-Silence-

Ryou: ?

Yami Bakura: Ghihihihiiiiiiiiihihihi!

Ryou-Ran: I said: Here comes the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: (runs inside) Sorry I'm late, but I had to disclaim another story. Ahem: Ryou-Ran does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! (checks watch) I've got to go! Another story to disclaim! (runs off)

"Bakura": (Japanese) meaning: vague, lonely, obscure, deserted, good, pleasing, skilled

Yami Bakura reached out and touched the window with his fingertips. The image of the unconscious Moonlight faded, now being replaced by one of a boy that looked a little older than Moonlight. He appeared to be about twelve years old. A scar ran down his cheek.

Ryou desperatly tried to get up, but it seemed like his pants were attached to the rock with glue or something. "You cannot get up, Yadonushi."Yami Bakura said. "This is my turf. You will be able to get up whenever I decide it is the time. And that's not now." Ryou stopped struggling and sighed. He looked at his hands that were folded in his lap. Suddenly Yami Bakura grabbed his chin and lifted his head up. "I tell you to watch."he coldly whispered. Ryou looked away. Yami Bakura released him and walked over to the soul window again. "I was sold to a rich family. They let me do all kind of dirty jobs and things. I did not get paid."he said. He smiled bitterly. "Slaves never did." He touched the soul window again. Ryou gave a shuddering breath.

Moonlight was sold to a rich family four years ago. They treated him badly and did not give him much food. They wore pretty clothes, made out of expensive fabrics, while Moonlight was only clad in a ragged grey skirt. They did not call him Moonlight. They called him by his first name. (so will I, from now on) Bakura was washing the clothes of the eight year old son of the family. It was hot. Sweat ran donw his face. Bakura squeezed the water out of the clothes and put them in a basket. He lifted the basket up and wanted to bring it inside. "Bakuraaa!"a voice suddenly shouted. Bakura recognised the voice as that of his master. He spun on his heels and ran into the direction from where the voice had come from.

The eight year old boy saw him coming. He picked up one of his wooden toys and quickly shoved it right in front of Bakura's feet. Bakura stepped on it and fell. His head hit the floor with quite a smash. It took him quite a while to remember where he was and what had happened. He saw all the clothes had fallen out of the basket he had dropped and were spread across the floor. The toy he had stepped on was broken. The boy gave him an evil grin and then began to scream his lungs out of his body. "Maaaaaaa! Bakura broke my toy!"he cried, meanwhile leering at Bakura. Bakura was stunned. He had not done anything. The boy had caused him to step on that toy and break it. The mother of the boy ran over to them. She picked the boy, who was crying false tears, up and looked at the broken toy, the clothes that had gotten dirty again and at Bakura, who was trying to get up from the floor. She gave him a kick in the side. Bakura gasped and fell down again. "Idiot! You broke that toy on purpose, haven't you?!"she yelled. "Your dirty tricks make me sick!" Bakura lifted his head up. "It wasn't my fault, my lady! The young master... he made me fall over it!"he begged. His voice had started breaking. It sounded hoars. The mother boiled over. "You dare to blame my son?"she squawed. "You dare to blame my innocent, perfect son?! You pathetic little culprit! You'll get punished for this!" Bakura's jaw fell. "No, my lady, please..."he pleaded, but the woman opened up a chest and took a whip out. Bakura tried to crawl away from her, but the whip came down on his back with a terrifying "Swaack!" Bakura cried out in pain and fear. His back seemed to burn. Ten hits later he was flat on his stomach, blood running down his back, tears wettening his face. Every time he breathed out a faint groan came from his mouth. Screams were a normal thing to be heard in the house were Bakura lived. Every day every member of the family found some way to punish him. They had already killed a few slaves before. But Bakura was a survivor. No matter how much they would beat him, or how many wounds he had, he would always heal completely. The wounds didn't even leave scars. The only scar he had was the one his right cheek.

But the mental damage done to him could not be healed. Every time the whip came down onto his back, or a fist collided with his face the light inside him would get weaker and the darkness would grow. His face, that was round at first, grew bony. His eyes that used to be big and warm grew narrow. The blueish purple color they used to have turned into a somber purple grey as he grew older. His chest became thick and muscular.

At age sixteen the residents of the house had become somewhat afraid of Bakura. He had grown big and strong. His hair brushed over his shoulders. It was sparkling white. He looked like he could pick up the father with one hand and break him. The parents found stupid excuses to punish him and that way, break him. But Bakura could not be broken any more. The inside him had died long ago. Moonlight was dead. Bakura was born.

One day the master found the stupidest excuse for punishing him Bakura had ever heard. "Bakura!"the man screamed. "Your hair blinds me!" Bakura looked at him flabbergasted and then broke into laughter. The man turned completely red and grabbed the whip. He made Bakura sit on hands and knees and hit him on the back with the whip. Bakura's laughter turned into a reedy scream, voice similair to Ryou's. But when the man retreated the whip the slave began to laugh again, a high, hysterical laugh. The master was scared. "Stop it!"he cried, hitting Bakura over and over again. "I am your master! I tell you to stop laughing!" Laughter turned into screams, screams turned into laughter. The blood ran down Bakura's chest and back and soaked the floor. The mother came in. She saw the father hit Bakura and the blood that formed a pool in which he was standing. She heard Bakura laugh and scream, every time the whip hit his tormented back. Bakura's eyes were wide open, irisses small, red veins running through the white parts. He had a cold, fiendish look in them.

The man hit him one last time with all his might. The whip broke. Bakura screamed again, a long, high scream without end. Blood came from his mouth and ran down his chin. Then he fell with his face in the blood, eyes turning away and slowly closing. The father looked down at him, a piece of the broken whip still in his hands, standing with his feet in Bakura's warm blood. The mother was absolutely horrified and ran away. The master knelt down besides Bakura and turned him to his back. Bakura moaned when his shredded back hit the ground. The man looked at him and decided his slave would not live. He ordered the slave of the neighbours to carry him to the small room in which Bakura lived. He did not treat Bakura's wounds, he did not even cover them. He was convinced the slave would blow out his last breath that night.

But late at night the moon glowed brightly. Her rays fell on Bakura's back. The wounds healed. Bakura stirred and woke up. He felt fresh energy run through his veins. He rose to his feet and stretched his back. He left his room and the house of his "owners". He looked back at it and took deep breath. Freedom filled his lungs and his heart.

Yami Bakura contently looked at the soul window. Ryou trembled, but had not been able to look away. The Shadow Realm controlled his body. He had been forced to look at Bakura being tortured. Tears ran down his cheeks like waterfall. Yami Bakura touched Ryou's cheek and licked the salt water from his finger. "Too bad, Bakura. It isn't over yet."he said. Ryou gave a trembling sigh and braced himself.

There. This chapter was pretty sick, wasn't it? I liked writing it and I hope you liked reading it.

Yami Bakura: AAAARGH! HELP! WOLF, DOG... RABIES, WHATEVER! (is been chased around the room by Hikari Lunar with Moonlight sitting on her back)

Moonlight: Wheeeee! Faster! (is having lots of fun)

Bakura: Hm.

Ryou-Ran: I think someone got infected with the Kai-virus.

Yami Bakura: RYOU! HEEEEEEEEEEELP!

Ryou: Okay. (holds out a dog-coockie)Here, doggie, doggie!

Wolf: (throws Moonlight off, eats coockie, goes after Yami Bakura again)

Ryou: (shrugs) Well, it was worth a try.

Moonlight: I want to play.

Bakura: Quiet. You're dead.

Moonlight: Oh, yeah. (flies to the other side of the planet, where the moon is shining)

Yami Bakura: WILL NOBODY HELP ME?!

Bakura: No. (subtle, oh so subtle)

Yami Bakura: (receives bite in the behind, jumps right through the ceiling) AAAAaaaaAAH!

Ryou & Ryou-Ran: OO

Wolf: (slips, falls right into a big hole in front of the door)

Ryou: Marik's hole! He forgot to close it!

Bakura: Ggggghhhhahhahhaaa! (tries not to laugh)

Ryou-Ran: Wait, didn't Murai-Sakura give us a Ryou-proof ceiling?

Ryou: Yes, it's Ryou-proof, but not Yami Bakura-proof.

From above: It surely isn't!

Ryou-Ran: Okay, now we've got a hole-proof floor and a Ryou-proof ceiling. Perhaps we should also get a taking-care-of-Yami-not-constantly-running- into-walls-because-he-thinks-he-can-walk-right-through-them-though-only- Shaadi-can-do-that-trick-wall.

Ryou: OO"

Bakura: --

Hey, guess what! I did my Prelimn a while ago... and I passed! I'm so glad! Right now my bag is hanging outside, together with the Dutch "driekleur". "Driekleur" means "three colors". That's how the Dutch flag is called, because it has three thick stripes on it, the highest one red, then a white one and the lowest one is blue. We also call the thing "rood-wit-blauw". (red-white-blue) It's an old tradition that people who have passed hang the Dutch flag and their schoolbag outside. There are lots of flags and bags hanging outside.

Murai, you're back! You don't know how lonely I was getting! You're the only one of my friends able to mail every day. Anyway, I am so glad you're back.

Say, to the reviewer whose name was censored... Do you've got such a terrible nickname or is your nickname Name Censored? (I can't imagine that) Thanks a lot for your review!

I'll update as soon as possible.

Well, please review, of course. Arigato!