Disclaimer: Full disclaimer on first page.

Summary: Ryou decides it is time for his yami to learn household appliances and other modern day technology. But when an accident happens, Yami Bakura, Marik, and Malik start to de-age. What could happen now?

6/8/05

(………) Yami thinking

/………/ Hikari thinking

'………' Normal thought

"………" Normal speech

:………….: spirits speech

(A/N:………) Author's Note

Chapter Fourteen

That night Bakura lay in bed next to Ryou, the spirits hovering at the edges of his vision. They were playing their memories for him, showing him all they could recall about themselves. The memories were jumbled together, so it was kind of confusing to the young thief.

(This is based and modified from "Tales of Ancient Egypt" by Roger Green, or, more specifically, "Treasure Hunter".)

The Pharaoh was Yami's father, and he was a teenager when he became Pharaoh. He inherited his father's kingdom.

And his father's treasure.

Early in his reign he defeated invasions from both Palestine and Libya; but after this he lived in relative peace with his neighbors and encouraged trading to such an extent he became the richest of all pharaohs.

The Pharoah gathered his treasures together in the form of gold and silver and precious stones – and the more he gathered the more he became worried that someone would steal it.

So he sent for a renowned builder. One who had constructed many wonderful buildings, and he ordered him to build a strong, guarded and well-trapped treasure house that no man will be able to force his way into.

So the Master Builder set all the stonemasons and slaves to work day and night, and under the care of the Master Builder the walls of the new building were reared high and the treasure was placed within the middle.

In the entrance he set sliding doors of stone, and others of iron and bronze; and when the untold riches of the Pharaoh as placed within, the doors were locked and each sealed tight.

Yet the Master Builder played the Pharaoh false. In the thick wall of the Treasure House he made a small passage, with a stone at either end turning on a pivot that, when closed, looked and felt like another part of the smooth strong wall – except by those who knew where the hidden spring that held it closed was located.

By means of this secret entrance, the Master Builder was able to add to the reward the Pharaoh had given him when the Treasure House was completed. Yet he did not add much, for he took ill and presently died.

But not before he had told his two sons about the secret entrance, and how to find it. And when he was dead, they buried his body with all honor in the Tombs of the Nobles. That very night the two brothers went to see if their father was true in his knowledge.

Here two of the ghosts floated forwards, becoming more definite. Those were the two brothers.

And soon the Pharaoh realized his treasure was beginning to grow mysteriously less.

The Pharaoh was at a loss to understand how the thieves got in, for he checked the seals on the door and they had not been broken, but somehow someone was getting in.

At last the Pharaoh commanded cunning traps to be placed near the largest piles of treasure.

This was done secretly; and when next the two brothers made their way to the secret entrance to collect more gold and jewels, the first to step across the floor towards the chests was caught in one of the traps and knew at once that it would be impossible to escape.

So he called out. "Brother! If the Pharaoh finds me here, he will recognize you later and you shall be found out!"

He realized what his brother was saying.

"No! I cannot! Please don't ask me to do this!" he begged, trying desperately to free his brother.

For the brother was asking the other to slay him, so that he could live on without being recognized and hunted.

The eldest commanded, begged, and tried to reason with this distraught brother, but the youngest said he would find a way to free him from the Pharaoh's grasp.

But as he tried to free his brother, the Pharaoh and his guards came in. They saw the two brothers and slew both of them.

This took place just a little bit before Kuru Eruna, and the spirits of the two brothers had housed themselves in the little village, and had been caught along with the newly dead spirits when the village was destroyed.

The female spirit floated forwards, and caressed the side of Bakura's face.

She had been doing the laundry, washing and scrubbing the robes and linen.


The dust swirled, and the sun was hot.

Suddenly someone yelled in fear, and she looked up, brushing her hair back.

There were screams and cries, soon followed by the thunder of horses' hooves and war cries.

She stood, backing away in fear, as she saw the Pharaoh's own personal guard come tearing through their little village, slaughtering all in their path.

She was in that path.

She turned to run, flinging laundry in a feeble attempt to shield herself.

It didn't work, the spear that was thrown by one of the guards caught her right in the back. She screamed, and fell.

But she wasn't dead yet, she writhed on the ground, sobbing in pain, trying to reach the spear in the middle of her back.

The guard continued coming at her with his large steed, and the iron shod hooves ran right over her.

And her world went black.

That is, it went black until a certain young thief got a hold of the Ring, and put it on.

Then she could see.

Then she could feel.

And now she told her story.

The young Bakura could feel their pain, and sadness. There was one woman left, and one man left, to share their memories.

The other woman had been out on the edges of the village, sheparding in the sheep that would be slaughtered in the morning.

She was one of the first to be killed.

The horsemen rode up, whooping and hollering, and as she turned to stare at them they were upon her.

She let out one scream of utter terror, and her sheep ran about, bleating in fear.

They cut her down, and then ran their horses over all the sheep, before continuing into the village.

The man had come out to fight, ready to die for his family, who were huddled in the mud brick house.

The fight was short, but he did wound one guard before he was knocked to the ground, and his last view was of a horse rearing above him, its hooves plummeting down towards his head.

Bakura shuddered, sobbing slightly.

Almost immediately the spirits were sorry for doing that to him, they had no right. They just wanted to show him what he had forgotten, and forgot themselves that he was only a child now.

Bakura smiled at their caring faces, and yawned.

"'Nite." He muttered, rolling over and snuggling up to Ryou.

There was a echoing response of "good night"

(End Chapter)

Whoo! Oh man, I'm soooo sorry people! But I've had graduation, college preparations, and my own stupid writer's block!

And now my parents put a parent blocker up, and it will block some really random stuff. It won't let me open random stories on and it won't let me open "O' Ra, why me?" So I can't see where I've left off. That is why I did this random chapter until I can figure it out!

Thanks to all who stuck with this, I will try to update faster!