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Memories

So many thoughts swirling through my mind.

I hadn't had a chance to even look at my friends before I was dragged back to my cell, where I had spent the better half of a night in. As I was being led away, a few members of the press that had managed to breach security darted towards me, cameras flashing wildly, mikes thrust out, jotters at the ready.

"Mr Ryou Bakura, I heard that your sister and mother have passed away. Is this true?"

I turned away, not before Bakura had had a last say in this, "Go to hell, you parasite!"

The reporters murmured. Tomorrow's headlines would be "No hope For The Insane" or something like, "Badmouth Bakura Gets What He Gives".

"How long have you…imagined you have had this other voice in your head?"

"Are these voices responsible for the murder of-"

"Do you ever think about you sister-"

"Hey kid, why didn't you take out the other one-"

The voices were getting more frantic. My guards just brushed past them and led me into a cool building, away from all the journalists.

Pfff, they'll make something up. Bakura said sardonically and stretched. So, how long we gonna be in this dump?

I honestly didn't know. They'd confiscated my Rod, so Bakura couldn't control any minds to get me out of here. No doubt they'd try and figure out how it works, but what they don't know is that only the chosen ones can wield its true power. It'll probably end up in some museum, along with my Eye and Ring when I've gone. Plus I'm not sure if I wanted to get out and face the world. I hadn't spoke to Yugi ever since we'd been at knifepoint and I don't know if he could ever look at me again. Although it would only be for a few more hours, I reflected, glancing at the rays of the afternoon sun as they streamed through the bars.

Dust caught like jewelled flies through the light.

All free, but not alive. Not like me.

I don't regret killing Marik. He deserved what came to him, after everything he did. Or maybe that is Bakura talking, I don't know. But since I have met him, I have changed. I have discovered a darker side to me, and I have embraced it, like the judge said when he condemned me.

You know, I once stayed in a prison cell really similar to this one, Bakura mused. In the 1960s, when they caught me with the Mona Lisa. I mean the only crime you couldn't get away with in those days was theft. Adultery, murder, arson, all fine. All part of the revolution, but no, once you get down to someone else's property they're on you faster than a speeding ticket, and the trials are even faster! Theft probably predates agriculture- I should be an expert by now.

I ignored Bakura, and stood up. I'd noticed something odd in the corner of the wall; the part where the paint always misses so what you end up with is a space full of graffiti throughout the ages.

I wondered over to the corner, and stared. There, grinning at me like a hyena was a small drawing that looked remarkably similar to Bakura.

Ah, yes it is! I knew this was my cell. It has some of that homely feel, don't you think?

"What were you doing in this cell?" I asked stupidly. No point in ignoring him anymore. No matter whose fault this all was, we were still going to perish, so I might as well spend my last few hours in relative happiness, considering what I had.

Bakura sat up, happy that I had finally forgiven him. He would soon start his scathing comments again.

Well you know, sometimes I get bored, waiting for the right 'one' to come and find my Ring. So, I simply manipulated others to find me. Simple minds, they have. All greedy and arrogant. They think it's their own clever ideas when they blow up the Houses Of Parliament or try to assassinate JF Kennedy. Stupid assassins. They didn't even get him. I could've done better job!

"What?" I said, astounded for once that Bakura had got his facts wrong. "You have got it wrong, the Houses Of Parliament did not in fact blow up, however the President was killed. All this was your doing?"

The Houses didn't blow? Oh man! Bakura said, dodging the question. Well, you know, I always escape before the big bang just in case things don't go to plan.

"Then what about now?" I said harshly. "Why don't you just bugger off, like you did with everyone else?"

Bakura looked hurt. You're my Hikari, my light. 5000 years I have waited to be reunited with my reincarnation, and what welcome do I get? Nothing.

Bakuras' words burned through me like wildfire, but I ignored him.

Time was ticking.

I thought of my dead sister, how peaceful she looked with the flowers around her in her coffin, free from the restraints of this mortal world. A single tear slid down my face as I thought how happy she must be now. And my mother, my poor mother. Soon my father would have lost the one last remaining comfort to him, his last memory of the decade, the one that reminded him that we were for real, and not some fantasy.

You're not the only one that was loved. I had family too, long ago.

I thought of Yugi, how sad he looked when I'd finally regained control of my body, red and blue police lights illuminating his tired face. No hate there, only sorrow. The great Pharaoh had just watched, taken a back seat.

Just like the other 'great' leaders in history. Go to war with another country, and you get the best viewing point whilst your men go out to die.

Never again would I experience the sweet juice of an apple as I bit into it's rosy flesh, never again would I taste the delights of the world, see the fiery sun blaze it's way across the sky, day after day, relentlessly, until it would implode on itself five million years into the future. Time would pass and all that there would be to remember me by would be a tombstone to my name.

My life could have been great.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor, as a warden walked over to the only occupied cell.

"Ten minutes to six, son," he said, unlocking the rusty door.

The sands of time had finally run out, this time for Bakura and me.

The conclusion was too long, so I have split it up, sorry to everyone that wants to know the end! Well, still let me know what you think, I cried when I proof read this!