Chapter 1: Memories
"W-what? Where am I?" violet eyes opened. Just to discover that opening them was of no use. For closed or open his eyes produced the same image, pitch darkness.
"Wait I-I-I k-know this place." He stuttered, growling at the same time.
All of a sudden everything went up in flame. It was his old village, his family and friends being murdered in cold blood by the pharaoh's men.
A small boy with dark skin, colorless hair, and violet eyes lay in the corner, the illusion of death incased around him as he with excruciating slowness inched towards the door, each inch sent a rush of pain shooting through his body. Either from the pain in the broken leg that had come from the solider who had kicked him or the pain of losing his family all at once.
When the endeavor of escape was over, he was safe, though it was a bitter victory. Everyone was dead, decapitated or burned bodies littered the streets and houses. The boy fell on the ground, a single tear in his eye. His bangs covering his face he started to laugh. An eccentric laugh that seemed to make the wind dance up and swirl around him.
"MY NAME IS BAKURA THE LAST OF THE THIVES VILLAGE! I WILL SEEK REVENGE UPON YOU MY PHARAOH!" the young Bakura screamed, his evil mirth taking hold of him before he fainted suddenly exhausted.
Bakura remembered this event and a poisoned smile eclipsed upon his lips. What had he expected? Happy memories? He was here as punishment; the darkness could not judge him. It only forced him to judge himself.
So he lay there in the darkness, naked and exposed to the pain he felt was buried inside him. "I've done nothing wrong. I don't need to fear this darkness. I am the darkness after all."
He was wrong.
The small game piece figure of his hikari stood on the board facing him. "Even if you do care about me, you drive everyone away anyone who tries to get close." Ryou exclaimed to Bakura, "you don't want to protect me, you want the millennium puzzle, well I have to protect my new friends. Even if it kills me!" The one eye that Bakura could use widened he couldn't do this to him!
"I know what your thinking, and yes I can." Ryou whispered regret laced his voice but he stayed strong. "Goodbye Spirit of the Ring."
That's when the darkness engulfed him again.
Grin; "IF YOU THINK THIS IS SCARING ME YOUR WRONG" Bakura laughed insanely, twisted smile gracing his lips.
His pupils dilated eyes as wide as saucers. The darkness was thickening, the space widening. This didn't scare him, right? The cold shrouded his naked form; the space was so big, nothing closing him in. He wasn't scared of open spaces, right?
And loud in his ears was the sound of his heart. Thump-thump-thump. Hollow like the ringing of funereal bellsLiesss… came the hissing in his ears. You speak lies Tomb Robber…
"I CAN'T FALL VICTUM TO YOU!!! I AM THE DARKNESS!!!!!!!!" He yelled to the shadows.
You all ready have…
"No…"Bakura whispered. "I don't want to…"
But you must…
"Bwahahahaha!!! Take that pharaoh!!! GO, CHANGE OF HEARTS!!!" Bakura was all ready exulting himself for the victory, but then he faltered…
What was this, Ryou, His light? Wearing a soft white and black robe, Ryou had one bat-like wing and one dove wing. Ryou turned around, "I'm sorry Yami no Bakura, I can't let you do this."
Before he realized it, Bakura was on the dueling board looking up at a giant Ryou.
"What no, w-w-wait!!!" Bakura stuttered "RYOU!!!"
Bakura held his bare legs to his chest. "Stop! Make it stop!"
He closed his eyes. But the images just played on the back of his eyelids.
"Isn't torturing present day mortals so much fun?"
"I don't know… since I'm a present day mortal… what are you? Where is Bakura?" Asked Honda.
"I'm the darkness that lives inside Ryou Bakura! He's gone now, he betrayed me. So I'm going to find a new body. One without an existing soul." Bakura grinned.
"Oh sweet Ra, get me out of here." Bakura whispered. "I want to go home."