Thanks for them reviews, my dearest friends, slime slime slime... There are two fics I would like you to check out, first of all this It's a fic about Bakura's life, just like mine, written by Ladythief15. It's called "A Thieves Tale". And there's another written by Murai-Sakura. It's called "A cold desert". The three of us have a completely different view on the life of Bakura, it's fun to check out.
Ryou: (nervously strokes a big wolf sleeping on his feet)
Bakura: So sweet... Argh!
Yami Bakura: (falls out of the Ryou-proof ceiling, on the hole-proof floor) BANG! Ah, it really is hole-proof.
Ryou-Ran: Yes, but how do we find out if Murai's Ryou-proof ceiling really is Ryou-proof?
Yami Bakura: This way. (sticks two fingers under Ryou's ribs)
Ryou: AAAAIIIEEEEOOOOUUUU! (flies up from the chair, bangs his head against the ceiling in a terrible way and bounces back to the hole-proof floor)
Ryou-Ran: --"So it is Ryou-proof.
Yami Bakura: Confirmed. (big smile)
Ryou: (keeps bouncing) Help! (bang) could (crack!) some (flunk) one (smash!) please (boom!) help (Break!) me? (dink)
Bakura: (goes insane) WHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ryou-Ran: I'll help you, Ryou!
Ryou: Please (slam) hurry (bong) up! (shloom)
Ryou-Ran: (opens a box that says "Ryou-Magnet") There.
Ryou: (is sucked into the box) Whoa!
Yami Bakura: (looks at insane Bakura) Geeeeezzz.....
Bakura: MWHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-breathe-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Yami Bakura: This is SO annoying! (sends Bakura to Shadow Realm)
Ryou-Ran: What have you done? I need him for the fic! Get him back!
Yami Bakura: No. (pouts) He gives me a head-ache.
Ryou-Ran: Orrrr.... (brings out magical Pen and Eraser)
Yami Bakura: No pink tutu! I'll bring him back right now!
Bakura: Heh, I was just having so much fun with that guy with that undead face... (mutters)
Yami Bakura: See? He did not even want to be brought back!
Ryou-Ran: Wait... undead face? Bonz? What have you done to Bonz, Yami Bakura?
Yami Bakura: Nothing... just played a bit, that's all.
Ryou-Ran: I don't want to know... why don't we start the fic?
Ryou: Fine. (climbs out of Ryou-magnet box) More pain for me to witness.
Yami Bakura: Hey, I'm the one who has suffered it, you know!
Bakura: And I'm still suffering it! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! I broke a nail!
Ryou: --"
Disclaimer: Ryou-Ran doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Ryou-Ran: Okay, let's start. Light, camera, action!
Touzokuou Bakura-Sama
"Aw, come on, Bakura, this is pathetic!"Yami Bakura snorted as he saw Ryou's panicked face. "You don't feel it. What are you crying for?" Ryou looked at him. "I can't s-s-stand to see other people suffer. That's w-w- what we call 'compassion'."he stammered. Yami Bakura folded his thin arms and threw a lock over his shoulder with a quick motion of his head. "Compassion. Such a weak emotion."he said. "Compassion weakens you. Do you know how many soldiers have died on the battlefield because they had felt compassion for the enemies? Compassion isn't good for anything." Ryou balled his fists. "It's good for lots of things! It makes people love you..."he began, but an angry snort from Yami Bakura cut him off. "Friends! Mortals need friends! But I... I am different! I'm a Yami. I'm invincible! I-do-not-need-friends!"he spat. Ryou winced as the poisonous saliva of his Yami hit his cheeks and made them burn. Yami Bakura turned around and went over to the soul window. "Ready for more, Yadonushi?"he asked fiendishly. His hair stuck up more than ever. His teeth had become fangs. He wiped with his hand over the soul window. The image of Bakura standing in the light of the moon vanished. It was replaced by one of him sitting behind a dried out bush, hiding for something. Ryou dug his fingernails in is legs. He could not move his head or his eyes. He was forced to look at what Yami Bakura showed on the soul window.
Bakura was hiding behind the bush. The thing was that everybody knew him and that he could easily be recognised as the slave Bakura because of his white hair. But not a single one of those white hairs did even consider painting it. The white hair was Bakura's identity, together with the scar on his cheek. He was almost proud of it.
In order to stay alive he had to steal. He used to do that when he was still a slave. His masters gave him so little food that he had been forced to steal from the kitchen. They had gotten him just once, because he had accidentally stepped on the tail of their cat who immediately ran into a jar that broke. And he got punished for breaking the jar and stepping on the cat, not for having stolen something. He had quickly hidden the food he had stolen.
So Bakura was an experienced thief. A merciless one. As soon as someone saw him stealing he would take care of that person not telling anyone. He would threaten him or her so badly that he or she would completely lose the guts to tell somebody about the theft.
Bakura was content. He had stolen enough to stay alive and lived inside a hidden cave outside the village. People were always trying to get him, but he was like an eel, he always managed to slip away. Bakura was sitting by the fire in his cave and giggled. He thought he should get a title of some kind. "Touzokuou Bakura-Sama."he said out loud. "Thief King Bakura." He did not know what kind of language it was or why he could understand it. But he liked the name very much.
But one day a man had been prepared. He had seen a boy with white hair hanging around the trees and had taken precautions. And he was right. Touzokuou had gotten cocky. He did not only steal at night any more, but went to rob people in bright daylight too. He took the bad decision to pick the house of this man for stealing. He had seen a precious jewel and absolutely wanted it. So he sneaked in. And the next moment the man turned a big bucket full of boiling oil upside down. It splattered on Touzokuou's back, burning his skin. Touzokuou screamed in pain. The hot oil burned his skin away and charred his ribs.
His scream had alerted the people on the streets. They were all horrified when they saw a white-haired young man rushing out of the house, screaming out, back and chest burned horribly. The sickening scent of burning flesh flew past them as he ran away to the North. He left a trail of oil and bloodplasma behind. The man exitted the house with a big grin on his face. "That was Touzokuou Bakura-Sama."he said. "He tried to rob my house. He'll never survive the wounds I inflicted on him." The people around him began to cheer. They thought they were finally freed from Thief King Bakura.
Touzokuou slowly dragged himself around the village. His cave was on the West side. He had deliberately ran to the North. Walking became harder and every step hurt him. A strange, yellow fluid kept streaming from the wounds. He saw the small river in front of his cave and let himself fall into the cold water. It eased the pain a little. He closed his eyes and let a pained sigh escaped his mouth. Then he scrambled up again. His back began to burn again, but he knew he just had to get into the cave, so he could not be seen.
Late at night he woke up from a semi-conscious state. He saw it was dark outside and knew he had to go out. The power of darkness did not reach him inside the cave. He had to go outside for that. He tried to get up, but could not stay on his feet. He decided to crawl outside. The moonlight lit the broken boy and his surroundings. His back was lit as well. Touzokuou fell with his nose into the sand. His breath came in raw gasps. He still felt the pain. It took time for his back to heal, but after about fifteen minutes he did not even feel the slightest pain any more. He leapt up and palmed his back and chest. They felt normal. No wounds, no scars. He grinned at the moon and decided to pay the man who had hurt him so badly a little visit. He stuck a knife in his waistbelt and went to town.
The man was sleeping peacefully. His wife was sleeping besides him. He did not hear someone silently open the door. He did not hear the careful footsteps of whoever had entered his domain. He did not hear someone enter his room.
Suddenly he felt someone place a hand on his mouth. He wanted to scream, but he felt something sharp was been pushed against his throat. He opened his eyes and could vaguely see a sharp face surrounded by soft white hair, with a long scar across the cheek. "No sound, no moves or my knife will instantly kill you."a cruel voice hissed. The man was absolutely shocked. Bent over him was Touzokuou, the boy he thought to be dead. He looked at the back of the thief and saw there was no sign of any wounds any more. "Listen."Touzokuou whispered. "The first thing you are going to do as soon as I've left is packing your bags. I advise you to leave town. If we run into each other again I will not be so merciful and my knife will be a lot sharper. Scram!" To give his words more power he pushed the knife against the throat of the man. A little bit of blood began to trickle down the throat of his victim. He retreated the knife and stuck it firmly into the wooden table to show how sharp it was already. He then pulled it out of the wood again to demonstrate his own strength and silently leapt out of the window.
Immediately the man lit a lamp and woke his wife and children. They frantically began packing and left an hour later, never even looking back at their house. Touzokuou had watched them from up a tree. As soon as they had left he entered the house again, stuffed whatever valuable in a bag and retreated back to his cave where he soon fell asleep.
Four years later Touzokuou had matured. His chest had grown even thicker and his arms and legs had become more muscular. His voice had grown harsher, though not as harsh as Yami Bakura's. He still lived in his cave and still enjoyed scaring people and stealing their goods.
One night he broke into the house of a very rich man. The man had a pretty daughter. Touzokuou did not show up in town very often, of course, and did not know that. He only knew the man was rich. Touzokuou had become addicted to the sight of the sun's light reflecting in golden artifacts. He wanted more gold so he could play with it and let it sparkle in the light of the sun. He sneaked past the walls of the house and found the entrance door. He opened it slowly so it would not creack and went inside. His eyes had adapted to the darkness like the eyes of a cat. He saw a few golden things he liked and put them into his sack.
Suddenly he heard something behind him and saw a faint orange glow. He spun around and saw the daughter of the man staring at him, a little lamp in her left hand. Touzokuou pulled his knife, but when he saw the face of the girl he froze. The girl was scared, too scared to even run away. She had a look in her eyes that was familiar to Touzokuou. It was the look his mother had had in her eyes at the moment when she was raped by the soldiers of the Pharaoh, who was now dead. Touzokuou emitted a groan and brought his hand to his forehead. The face of the girl turned into the face of his mother. Touzokuou's purple eyes grew big. He dropped the bag and ran away with a desperate and frustrated scream.
The father of the girl woke up. He saw his daughter stand in the hallway with a lamp in her hand. In front of her feet was a bag. His daughter turned her face at him. "Touzokuou Bakura-Sama was here, dad."she said. "But as soon as he saw me he ran away. It was like he got scared."
Touzokuou ran straight to his cave and sat down. He covered his face with his hands. He thought of his mother. She would never have wanted her only child to become a thief and a murderer. It was like Moonlight tried to fight his way back into his soul. But the darkness was stronger.
Word had reached the Pharaoh about a devil terrorising a small town about fifteen miles away from the palace. King Yami was troubled. He could not allow that man they were talking about to let the inhabitants of that town life in a state of constant fear. He sent a small group of guards out to take the so called devil into custody.
Touzokuou Bakura-Sama was asleep inside his cave when he suddenly heard hooves of horses outside. He immediately woke up and grabbed his knife. "Touzokuou Bakura-Sama!"a male voice shouted. "We know you're in there! Come out!" Touzokuou poked his head around the corner. He saw four soldiers, all smaller than him.
The soldiers were shocked when they saw the face of the man they were supposed to capture. The hair was white and sparkling in the sunlight. The right cheek was scarred. The purple eyes were bitter. Touzokuou arrongantly stepped out of the cave and placed his hands in his sides. "What do you want?"he asked. The soldiers descended their horses and pulled their swords. Touzokuou instinctively lay his hand on his dagger. "We have been ordered by the Pharaoh to take you into custody and bring you to the palace."the captain said. "We advise you to do as you are told. Resistance is futile." They were surprised when Touzokuou began to laugh. "Come and get me!"he said, gesturing for them to come closer.
The four men attacked all at once. Touzokuou pulled his dagger and ran forward with a loud "kiai" (scream). He punched one soldier in the stomach and made him drop the sword. A second soldier received a firm blow on the chin and blacked out. The third soldier lost his sword too, but the captain managed to send Touzokuou's dagger flying. Touzokuou decided he should go on with his bare fists and flew at the throat of the captain.
The inhabitants of the town were standing on a hilltop and witnessed the fight. They saw one of the soldiers pass out and saw the captain making Touzokuou lose his knife.
Touzokuou grabbed the throat of the captain and began to strangle him. But there were two loyal guards standing behind him. The captain passed out. Touokuou wanted to kill him, but one of the soldiers lashed out with the blunt end of his sword. He hit the King of Thieves in the neck. Touzokuou opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but the only sound coming was a soft moan. His eyes were bulging. He slowly fell back. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.
The people on the hilltop watched him fall and cheered. The devil was beaten. So they thought. They went to Touzokuou's cave to retrieve their belongings.
Much later....
Touzokuou was confused. The memories about the last day were vague. He remembered being forced to run behind a horse with chains aroudn his ankles and wrists. He had collapsed after a while, but when he woke up the guards were gone and he had felt much better again. Some stranger had showed up and broken the chains. Then he remembered being inside a piramide and fighting the Pharaoh and his priests. Touzokuou had lost the duel, because the Pharaoh had summoned the God-creature Obelisk the Tormentor (I believe he had summoned Exodia in the Manga, seems way more logical to me) and had caused Touzokuou to run away.
The next memory was even more confusing. All Touzokuou could remember was the sight of the Pharaoh hanging on a cliff, begging for help. And Touzokuou's hand prying the fingers of the Pharaoh off and grabbing the Millennium Puzzle. The Pharaoh had fallen. He could not have survived that fall.
Touzokuou Bakura-Sama looked at the golden pendant hanging down his chest. The Millennium Ring. He knew how to use it's magic. He looked up at the sky. His eyes narrowed. His lips parted in a mean grin. Why shouldn't he pay his old masters a little visit? He was sure they would be delighted to see him again. He mounted his horse and went to the town, followed by an army of mummies he had resurrected.
He ordered the mummies to wait outside and only show up at his signal. He walked through the abandoned streets of the town. At was in the middle of the night. "Hey!"he suddenly screamed. "I'm bahack! Did you miss me?" His Ring began to glow a bright light and woke the people up. They came out of their houses and were shocked when they saw the white-haired devil standing on the streets. Touzokuou gave a strange, high shriek. The next moment burning arrows rained down upon the town. The mummies lit the arrows and kept shooting. Soon the whole place was on fire. The inhabitants ran around frantically, trying to extinguish the fire with sand and water. Touzokuou watched them, a smile of pure, evil delight on his face. He turned his back at them and went to the house of the people who used to won him. They were standing outside. They lived outside of the village, and had not seen Touzokuou yet. They did not know he was there, not until he was standing right in front of them.
He made a little bow with his head. "Hello, honoured master and misstress. May I lick your feet?"he chuckled. He showed a outhful of white teeth and activated the Millennium Ring. "The Shadow Realm is where you belong."he coldly said. "I am the only one able to save you from it. But that will never happen. HAHAHA!" His former owners began to slowly disappear. They screamed in fear, while Touzokuou laughed insanely.
Suddenly an arrow hit him in the shoulder. Touzokuou had gotten used to pain and only groaned a bit. He grabbed the arrow and pulled it out of his shoulder. He spun around and saw it was the son of the people he had just sent to the Shadow Realm. The son grabbed another arrow and armed his bow.
Touzokuou wanted to activate his Ring, but suddenly stopped. He was thinking rapidly. "I need time for collecting all seven Millennium Items. Maybe more than a lifetime. The power of darkness may heal my wounds, but I do grow older. The Ring has got two soul rooms. The priests said the Pharaoh would come back after 5 millennia... The Ring having two soul rooms must have a meaning."he thought. "I need more time. And there is only one way I can get it."
Touzokuou spread his arms. The son released the arrow. It hit Touzokuou right in the heart. Touzokuou gasped, and fell onto his back, a crazy grin on his face. His eyes glazed over. The Ring gave a brilliant flash of light. When the light died out the King of Thieves was dead.
Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez, this chapter is LONG!
I had to outline the part about Yami beating Touzokuou. I saw that in the Manga and... uh... I can't read Japanese, so I had to summarize it to avoide mistakes.
To Mikazui: Yes, Yu-Gi-Oh! may be outlawed. You know, the Dutch adults hate any kind of violent programs meant for children, especially Animes. The only Animes they do not hate are Superpig, Hamtaro and Cardcaptor Sakura. They absolutely hate Dragonball Z and Dragonball GT (are banned), Beyblade (has been banned for a while), Yu-Gi-Oh! (has been banned for a while too and perhaps will be again), Digimon (is banned), Pokémon, Medabots (is banned) and Gundam Wing (is banned). So CHILDISH! And things like Samurai X have never even reached this small country. Too bad...
Ryou-Ran: Aw, look at that...
Ryou: (is asleep with his cheek in Hikari Lunar's furr)
Touzokuou: Disgusting.
Yami Bakura: Ecxellent!
Ryou-Ran:?
Yami Bakura: As long as they're asleep Hikari Lunar can't go after me.
Ryou-Ran: Ssssh... we should not talk too much or they'll wake up. Please review (covers Ryou and Hikari Lunar with a blanket)
Ryou: (nervously strokes a big wolf sleeping on his feet)
Bakura: So sweet... Argh!
Yami Bakura: (falls out of the Ryou-proof ceiling, on the hole-proof floor) BANG! Ah, it really is hole-proof.
Ryou-Ran: Yes, but how do we find out if Murai's Ryou-proof ceiling really is Ryou-proof?
Yami Bakura: This way. (sticks two fingers under Ryou's ribs)
Ryou: AAAAIIIEEEEOOOOUUUU! (flies up from the chair, bangs his head against the ceiling in a terrible way and bounces back to the hole-proof floor)
Ryou-Ran: --"So it is Ryou-proof.
Yami Bakura: Confirmed. (big smile)
Ryou: (keeps bouncing) Help! (bang) could (crack!) some (flunk) one (smash!) please (boom!) help (Break!) me? (dink)
Bakura: (goes insane) WHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ryou-Ran: I'll help you, Ryou!
Ryou: Please (slam) hurry (bong) up! (shloom)
Ryou-Ran: (opens a box that says "Ryou-Magnet") There.
Ryou: (is sucked into the box) Whoa!
Yami Bakura: (looks at insane Bakura) Geeeeezzz.....
Bakura: MWHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-breathe-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Yami Bakura: This is SO annoying! (sends Bakura to Shadow Realm)
Ryou-Ran: What have you done? I need him for the fic! Get him back!
Yami Bakura: No. (pouts) He gives me a head-ache.
Ryou-Ran: Orrrr.... (brings out magical Pen and Eraser)
Yami Bakura: No pink tutu! I'll bring him back right now!
Bakura: Heh, I was just having so much fun with that guy with that undead face... (mutters)
Yami Bakura: See? He did not even want to be brought back!
Ryou-Ran: Wait... undead face? Bonz? What have you done to Bonz, Yami Bakura?
Yami Bakura: Nothing... just played a bit, that's all.
Ryou-Ran: I don't want to know... why don't we start the fic?
Ryou: Fine. (climbs out of Ryou-magnet box) More pain for me to witness.
Yami Bakura: Hey, I'm the one who has suffered it, you know!
Bakura: And I'm still suffering it! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! I broke a nail!
Ryou: --"
Disclaimer: Ryou-Ran doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Ryou-Ran: Okay, let's start. Light, camera, action!
Touzokuou Bakura-Sama
"Aw, come on, Bakura, this is pathetic!"Yami Bakura snorted as he saw Ryou's panicked face. "You don't feel it. What are you crying for?" Ryou looked at him. "I can't s-s-stand to see other people suffer. That's w-w- what we call 'compassion'."he stammered. Yami Bakura folded his thin arms and threw a lock over his shoulder with a quick motion of his head. "Compassion. Such a weak emotion."he said. "Compassion weakens you. Do you know how many soldiers have died on the battlefield because they had felt compassion for the enemies? Compassion isn't good for anything." Ryou balled his fists. "It's good for lots of things! It makes people love you..."he began, but an angry snort from Yami Bakura cut him off. "Friends! Mortals need friends! But I... I am different! I'm a Yami. I'm invincible! I-do-not-need-friends!"he spat. Ryou winced as the poisonous saliva of his Yami hit his cheeks and made them burn. Yami Bakura turned around and went over to the soul window. "Ready for more, Yadonushi?"he asked fiendishly. His hair stuck up more than ever. His teeth had become fangs. He wiped with his hand over the soul window. The image of Bakura standing in the light of the moon vanished. It was replaced by one of him sitting behind a dried out bush, hiding for something. Ryou dug his fingernails in is legs. He could not move his head or his eyes. He was forced to look at what Yami Bakura showed on the soul window.
Bakura was hiding behind the bush. The thing was that everybody knew him and that he could easily be recognised as the slave Bakura because of his white hair. But not a single one of those white hairs did even consider painting it. The white hair was Bakura's identity, together with the scar on his cheek. He was almost proud of it.
In order to stay alive he had to steal. He used to do that when he was still a slave. His masters gave him so little food that he had been forced to steal from the kitchen. They had gotten him just once, because he had accidentally stepped on the tail of their cat who immediately ran into a jar that broke. And he got punished for breaking the jar and stepping on the cat, not for having stolen something. He had quickly hidden the food he had stolen.
So Bakura was an experienced thief. A merciless one. As soon as someone saw him stealing he would take care of that person not telling anyone. He would threaten him or her so badly that he or she would completely lose the guts to tell somebody about the theft.
Bakura was content. He had stolen enough to stay alive and lived inside a hidden cave outside the village. People were always trying to get him, but he was like an eel, he always managed to slip away. Bakura was sitting by the fire in his cave and giggled. He thought he should get a title of some kind. "Touzokuou Bakura-Sama."he said out loud. "Thief King Bakura." He did not know what kind of language it was or why he could understand it. But he liked the name very much.
But one day a man had been prepared. He had seen a boy with white hair hanging around the trees and had taken precautions. And he was right. Touzokuou had gotten cocky. He did not only steal at night any more, but went to rob people in bright daylight too. He took the bad decision to pick the house of this man for stealing. He had seen a precious jewel and absolutely wanted it. So he sneaked in. And the next moment the man turned a big bucket full of boiling oil upside down. It splattered on Touzokuou's back, burning his skin. Touzokuou screamed in pain. The hot oil burned his skin away and charred his ribs.
His scream had alerted the people on the streets. They were all horrified when they saw a white-haired young man rushing out of the house, screaming out, back and chest burned horribly. The sickening scent of burning flesh flew past them as he ran away to the North. He left a trail of oil and bloodplasma behind. The man exitted the house with a big grin on his face. "That was Touzokuou Bakura-Sama."he said. "He tried to rob my house. He'll never survive the wounds I inflicted on him." The people around him began to cheer. They thought they were finally freed from Thief King Bakura.
Touzokuou slowly dragged himself around the village. His cave was on the West side. He had deliberately ran to the North. Walking became harder and every step hurt him. A strange, yellow fluid kept streaming from the wounds. He saw the small river in front of his cave and let himself fall into the cold water. It eased the pain a little. He closed his eyes and let a pained sigh escaped his mouth. Then he scrambled up again. His back began to burn again, but he knew he just had to get into the cave, so he could not be seen.
Late at night he woke up from a semi-conscious state. He saw it was dark outside and knew he had to go out. The power of darkness did not reach him inside the cave. He had to go outside for that. He tried to get up, but could not stay on his feet. He decided to crawl outside. The moonlight lit the broken boy and his surroundings. His back was lit as well. Touzokuou fell with his nose into the sand. His breath came in raw gasps. He still felt the pain. It took time for his back to heal, but after about fifteen minutes he did not even feel the slightest pain any more. He leapt up and palmed his back and chest. They felt normal. No wounds, no scars. He grinned at the moon and decided to pay the man who had hurt him so badly a little visit. He stuck a knife in his waistbelt and went to town.
The man was sleeping peacefully. His wife was sleeping besides him. He did not hear someone silently open the door. He did not hear the careful footsteps of whoever had entered his domain. He did not hear someone enter his room.
Suddenly he felt someone place a hand on his mouth. He wanted to scream, but he felt something sharp was been pushed against his throat. He opened his eyes and could vaguely see a sharp face surrounded by soft white hair, with a long scar across the cheek. "No sound, no moves or my knife will instantly kill you."a cruel voice hissed. The man was absolutely shocked. Bent over him was Touzokuou, the boy he thought to be dead. He looked at the back of the thief and saw there was no sign of any wounds any more. "Listen."Touzokuou whispered. "The first thing you are going to do as soon as I've left is packing your bags. I advise you to leave town. If we run into each other again I will not be so merciful and my knife will be a lot sharper. Scram!" To give his words more power he pushed the knife against the throat of the man. A little bit of blood began to trickle down the throat of his victim. He retreated the knife and stuck it firmly into the wooden table to show how sharp it was already. He then pulled it out of the wood again to demonstrate his own strength and silently leapt out of the window.
Immediately the man lit a lamp and woke his wife and children. They frantically began packing and left an hour later, never even looking back at their house. Touzokuou had watched them from up a tree. As soon as they had left he entered the house again, stuffed whatever valuable in a bag and retreated back to his cave where he soon fell asleep.
Four years later Touzokuou had matured. His chest had grown even thicker and his arms and legs had become more muscular. His voice had grown harsher, though not as harsh as Yami Bakura's. He still lived in his cave and still enjoyed scaring people and stealing their goods.
One night he broke into the house of a very rich man. The man had a pretty daughter. Touzokuou did not show up in town very often, of course, and did not know that. He only knew the man was rich. Touzokuou had become addicted to the sight of the sun's light reflecting in golden artifacts. He wanted more gold so he could play with it and let it sparkle in the light of the sun. He sneaked past the walls of the house and found the entrance door. He opened it slowly so it would not creack and went inside. His eyes had adapted to the darkness like the eyes of a cat. He saw a few golden things he liked and put them into his sack.
Suddenly he heard something behind him and saw a faint orange glow. He spun around and saw the daughter of the man staring at him, a little lamp in her left hand. Touzokuou pulled his knife, but when he saw the face of the girl he froze. The girl was scared, too scared to even run away. She had a look in her eyes that was familiar to Touzokuou. It was the look his mother had had in her eyes at the moment when she was raped by the soldiers of the Pharaoh, who was now dead. Touzokuou emitted a groan and brought his hand to his forehead. The face of the girl turned into the face of his mother. Touzokuou's purple eyes grew big. He dropped the bag and ran away with a desperate and frustrated scream.
The father of the girl woke up. He saw his daughter stand in the hallway with a lamp in her hand. In front of her feet was a bag. His daughter turned her face at him. "Touzokuou Bakura-Sama was here, dad."she said. "But as soon as he saw me he ran away. It was like he got scared."
Touzokuou ran straight to his cave and sat down. He covered his face with his hands. He thought of his mother. She would never have wanted her only child to become a thief and a murderer. It was like Moonlight tried to fight his way back into his soul. But the darkness was stronger.
Word had reached the Pharaoh about a devil terrorising a small town about fifteen miles away from the palace. King Yami was troubled. He could not allow that man they were talking about to let the inhabitants of that town life in a state of constant fear. He sent a small group of guards out to take the so called devil into custody.
Touzokuou Bakura-Sama was asleep inside his cave when he suddenly heard hooves of horses outside. He immediately woke up and grabbed his knife. "Touzokuou Bakura-Sama!"a male voice shouted. "We know you're in there! Come out!" Touzokuou poked his head around the corner. He saw four soldiers, all smaller than him.
The soldiers were shocked when they saw the face of the man they were supposed to capture. The hair was white and sparkling in the sunlight. The right cheek was scarred. The purple eyes were bitter. Touzokuou arrongantly stepped out of the cave and placed his hands in his sides. "What do you want?"he asked. The soldiers descended their horses and pulled their swords. Touzokuou instinctively lay his hand on his dagger. "We have been ordered by the Pharaoh to take you into custody and bring you to the palace."the captain said. "We advise you to do as you are told. Resistance is futile." They were surprised when Touzokuou began to laugh. "Come and get me!"he said, gesturing for them to come closer.
The four men attacked all at once. Touzokuou pulled his dagger and ran forward with a loud "kiai" (scream). He punched one soldier in the stomach and made him drop the sword. A second soldier received a firm blow on the chin and blacked out. The third soldier lost his sword too, but the captain managed to send Touzokuou's dagger flying. Touzokuou decided he should go on with his bare fists and flew at the throat of the captain.
The inhabitants of the town were standing on a hilltop and witnessed the fight. They saw one of the soldiers pass out and saw the captain making Touzokuou lose his knife.
Touzokuou grabbed the throat of the captain and began to strangle him. But there were two loyal guards standing behind him. The captain passed out. Touokuou wanted to kill him, but one of the soldiers lashed out with the blunt end of his sword. He hit the King of Thieves in the neck. Touzokuou opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but the only sound coming was a soft moan. His eyes were bulging. He slowly fell back. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.
The people on the hilltop watched him fall and cheered. The devil was beaten. So they thought. They went to Touzokuou's cave to retrieve their belongings.
Much later....
Touzokuou was confused. The memories about the last day were vague. He remembered being forced to run behind a horse with chains aroudn his ankles and wrists. He had collapsed after a while, but when he woke up the guards were gone and he had felt much better again. Some stranger had showed up and broken the chains. Then he remembered being inside a piramide and fighting the Pharaoh and his priests. Touzokuou had lost the duel, because the Pharaoh had summoned the God-creature Obelisk the Tormentor (I believe he had summoned Exodia in the Manga, seems way more logical to me) and had caused Touzokuou to run away.
The next memory was even more confusing. All Touzokuou could remember was the sight of the Pharaoh hanging on a cliff, begging for help. And Touzokuou's hand prying the fingers of the Pharaoh off and grabbing the Millennium Puzzle. The Pharaoh had fallen. He could not have survived that fall.
Touzokuou Bakura-Sama looked at the golden pendant hanging down his chest. The Millennium Ring. He knew how to use it's magic. He looked up at the sky. His eyes narrowed. His lips parted in a mean grin. Why shouldn't he pay his old masters a little visit? He was sure they would be delighted to see him again. He mounted his horse and went to the town, followed by an army of mummies he had resurrected.
He ordered the mummies to wait outside and only show up at his signal. He walked through the abandoned streets of the town. At was in the middle of the night. "Hey!"he suddenly screamed. "I'm bahack! Did you miss me?" His Ring began to glow a bright light and woke the people up. They came out of their houses and were shocked when they saw the white-haired devil standing on the streets. Touzokuou gave a strange, high shriek. The next moment burning arrows rained down upon the town. The mummies lit the arrows and kept shooting. Soon the whole place was on fire. The inhabitants ran around frantically, trying to extinguish the fire with sand and water. Touzokuou watched them, a smile of pure, evil delight on his face. He turned his back at them and went to the house of the people who used to won him. They were standing outside. They lived outside of the village, and had not seen Touzokuou yet. They did not know he was there, not until he was standing right in front of them.
He made a little bow with his head. "Hello, honoured master and misstress. May I lick your feet?"he chuckled. He showed a outhful of white teeth and activated the Millennium Ring. "The Shadow Realm is where you belong."he coldly said. "I am the only one able to save you from it. But that will never happen. HAHAHA!" His former owners began to slowly disappear. They screamed in fear, while Touzokuou laughed insanely.
Suddenly an arrow hit him in the shoulder. Touzokuou had gotten used to pain and only groaned a bit. He grabbed the arrow and pulled it out of his shoulder. He spun around and saw it was the son of the people he had just sent to the Shadow Realm. The son grabbed another arrow and armed his bow.
Touzokuou wanted to activate his Ring, but suddenly stopped. He was thinking rapidly. "I need time for collecting all seven Millennium Items. Maybe more than a lifetime. The power of darkness may heal my wounds, but I do grow older. The Ring has got two soul rooms. The priests said the Pharaoh would come back after 5 millennia... The Ring having two soul rooms must have a meaning."he thought. "I need more time. And there is only one way I can get it."
Touzokuou spread his arms. The son released the arrow. It hit Touzokuou right in the heart. Touzokuou gasped, and fell onto his back, a crazy grin on his face. His eyes glazed over. The Ring gave a brilliant flash of light. When the light died out the King of Thieves was dead.
Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez, this chapter is LONG!
I had to outline the part about Yami beating Touzokuou. I saw that in the Manga and... uh... I can't read Japanese, so I had to summarize it to avoide mistakes.
To Mikazui: Yes, Yu-Gi-Oh! may be outlawed. You know, the Dutch adults hate any kind of violent programs meant for children, especially Animes. The only Animes they do not hate are Superpig, Hamtaro and Cardcaptor Sakura. They absolutely hate Dragonball Z and Dragonball GT (are banned), Beyblade (has been banned for a while), Yu-Gi-Oh! (has been banned for a while too and perhaps will be again), Digimon (is banned), Pokémon, Medabots (is banned) and Gundam Wing (is banned). So CHILDISH! And things like Samurai X have never even reached this small country. Too bad...
Ryou-Ran: Aw, look at that...
Ryou: (is asleep with his cheek in Hikari Lunar's furr)
Touzokuou: Disgusting.
Yami Bakura: Ecxellent!
Ryou-Ran:?
Yami Bakura: As long as they're asleep Hikari Lunar can't go after me.
Ryou-Ran: Ssssh... we should not talk too much or they'll wake up. Please review (covers Ryou and Hikari Lunar with a blanket)