I got a tape, aka, a VHS normal tape thing. I got it from w w w . cd-japan . co . Yes, co, no m. I looked it up in the anime section and typed in yugioh, its on the second search page, and it costs about 2800 yen, roughly 28 US dollars. I spent a total of about fourty bucks including shipping.... But no, it does not have subtitles. :) Fine by me though. And as I said before, I know everything about Bakura, just quiz me. Ha. I don't like Bakura just because of how he looks and just because some sides of him are quite... ugly as you put it, even Zork isn't that bad. It's the evilness that counts the most, hotness comes second.

Yami turned back to Bakura with a casual smirk, "Does it matter what I do to him? I'll just make sure he learns his lessons straight."

Bakura glared at Yami, his eyes boring into him with a glint a pure murder. But that's only the look he'd intended - the squinting mess from the blindness only made it look childish. At which, Yami chuckled.

"Ryou..." Bakura said in a horse whisper, "Get me some water. Yuugi gaki, go help thaw the water in the pipes..."

Getting the hint, Ryou looked uncertainly at his darker half. All those dreams, all of his memories... and he was gambling the last of his dignity away on staying with the former pharaoh alone in the room? On second thought, Ryou knew his other was more clever than that. Probably had some concealed weapon and was gonna lunge at him, but didn't want Yuugi there. He didn't want Yami hurt, but didn't want Bakura hurt... and he also didn't want himself hurt...

Not that he wasn't totally unconfident that Bakura wouldn't harm him after his promise, but because of what Yami might do to Bakura. He didn't know who trust and who to defend, but Bakura gave him an order, and the look Bakura gave him told him to hurry up and make your self scarce.

So Ryou did just that, with one last unsure glance at his new silver haired infatuation. And then followed Yuugi out the door, closing it softly behind him.
And as of Bakura, honestly, he didn't know what he was thinking, only that it would be better off without innocent bystanders in the room should he get the urge to rip out Yami's throat or some such. Bakura had been through so much, more than he'd ever let on. First Kuru Eruna, then various things along the way, the robbing of pharaoh baka's father's tomb, and the murder of the former pharaoh's best friend... Oh the list just doesn't stop. And the punishment for those things alone was burned permanently on Bakura's memory.

Interrogation, torture, prison, angsty trial against the priests, then narrowly skipping the 'seven cuts' death sentence only to become the little gay pharaoh's whore. Punishment as such would not fit in well with modern society, and Bakura knew that. Which meant the former pharaoh baka would know better than to try anything... too obvious. Especially not around Yuugi nonetheless.

But so many times, Bakura thought back. Had he been hurt. He lost his family, was ripped away from his best friend while stuck in the palace locked in pharaoh's room, and for a while there... he felt so worthless he actually started to believe things the jerk said.

Pharaoh had often wanted Bakura to love him... well not really, to say that he did at least... and when he refused he got whipped, a whole month went by where things were twice as worse than normal just because he wouldn't say three simple words. So, eventually, and blinded by pain and emotionlessness, he gave in, gave pharaoh the three words he wanted...

And you know what? He had felt so much better. Stayed wrapped up in pharaoh's arms for the longest time, letting it all sink in. 'Maybe this is the answer,' Bakura had thought to himself, 'Get his pity and then I can wrap him around my little finger... and I can resurrect my family and finally get my happily ever after...'
So very happy he had felt, the first in a long time, only to get shot down again a few minutes later.

"Love you?" Pharaoh's face contorted in amusement, "No can ever love you, no one ever will. You're hopeless. No one will ever love you, no one will understand you, you serve me one purpose, keep your place. And in the end, no matter what happens in this game of life, you will always lose."

Bakura's memory got fuzzy after that, days pasted like years, never ending. And he put up more of a struggle each day. He had finally become more like the raving lunatic people knew him as today. He crossed his own line.

Trapped in pharaoh's little mind game, he broke lose, ran away, not the first time, but definitely his last time. He was drug back, yet again, and this time he was a bloody mess when they were done with him. Memories ran together even more here...

Then his memories collided with blinding white hot pain in his wrists. In his memory he awoke suddenly, and stared at his wrists. Carved, not so deep, but deep enough with a white hot knife, was a pyramid... with wings. In the background he heard people chanting, and then fell unconscious once again...

The next time his memory started again was this time the unfathomable blur of the time spent in the Millennium Ring. He woke up in there. White room... and shadow magic helped to keep him sane. Oh the fun he had in the Ring by himself... but then again self mutilation did get kind of boring after a while...

Bakura snapped back into his present day reality as he felt himself being pushed back down onto his bed by the former pharaoh. But after trying frantically to push him away, he found he couldn't move. But pharaoh merely snuggled in on top of Bakura and put an elbow on either side of him and propped his head on his hands, inches from Bakura's face.

"Kitten.. I mean, Bakura... May I apologize... for so much that I've done to you.... I get all these memories from a third person point of view. I've changed so much without my memories... I don't find things I've done so... acceptable now."

Bakura glared. Well duh, of course he didn't find things acceptable.

"Oh but Bakura..." he closed his eyes, "I apologize not for what I've done, but for what I may do now. Such a lust I have for you now..."

A finger traced down Bakura's shirt, "So sorry, kitten..."

Bakura noted, that his headache was dimming. Yami was helping him... but... he didn't enjoy this position. And he was, truth to tell, slowly regaining enough control over himself to push Yami off of him. But not yet... he can't just make hasty decisions if he'd only be in an even weaker state afterwards. However, it was another control over himself to talk back.

"You aren't sorry, you bastard."

Yami opened his eyes from his daydreams, "I'm trying to be as sincere as possible here," he backtracked, "So what was it you and Ryou were doing this morning?"

"I told you, just keeping him warm."

"Riiight. I never thought you the considerate type, tomb robber. You've only ever cared about him unless it was a life or death situation, and that certainly wasn't. Maybe a few cold toes..."

"If you don't want to believe me, I won't make you, just stop assuming things."

Meanwhile, downstairs, Ryou had scooped up some snow and was boiling it on the stove. Yuugi was slowly at the same time helping Ryou get his homework done... No sound had come from upstairs. No unexpected thuds, yells, or explosions. Ryou tried to make himself believe they were just talking things out like normal human beings.... but that just seemed out of the ordinary for them.

Ryou sat down at the table again and listen to Yuugi explain the algebra to him again... his mind was wandering.

"Yuugi," he said nonchalantly, "my yami changed last night..."

"Huh?" Yuugi stopped his scratch work on the math problem, "How so...?"

"Well.. I.. I was sad last night, and... it was so cold... and there was no food, and I told him, and I thought I was going to get really hurt because of it... but he asked me if I was cold.. and I said yes... and he hugged me, Yuugi. He gave me a blanket, and we went to his room and he... he apologized for things he'd done... I was surprised, Yuugi."

"He really did all that?"

"...and Yuugi.."

"Hm?"

"I've been having some bad dreams lately, about your yami... your yami in ancient Egypt. I..I can't really elaborate for you, but I told Bakura about them and he says they've happened, the things I've been seeing, and we don't want your yami acting on those memories..."

"But you can't tell me?"

"N..not yet..."

Hope this was a good chapter, its longer than it seems... If anyone would like to contribute ideas, I may use them.