Author's note: Hello once again, my friends! Sorry it took so long to update; I spent A LOT of time researching a bunch of stuff for names, places, language, and games. (Didn't help much though.) The time I stated for this scene is not during the time Takahashi-sensei affirmed…But this is fanfiction, so it's allowed. And for future reference, the "dates" I'm talking about are a kind of Egyptian food about the size of a doughnut hole (I think)… I'm pretty sure it has figs in it.

Anywho, thank you DreamCherry66 and Kitsune-FFW for reviewing!(instert giant grin here) Thou hath made me very happy indeed!

Please excuse any mistakes in time or place, along with the flow of the story. By the way, this is my first and a half fanfiction.

It's My Life

Chapter One: Nicknames and Hockey Games

Kuru Elna, Egypt, 1070 B.C. Towards the end of the Twentieth Dynasty

Hello! My name is Bakura Khonsu. I am nine-years-old and live in the village of Kuru Elna. Ever since I can remember, I've never felt "full". Not the kind of full like when you're having a date eating contest with a sibling and managed to stuff 11 ½ dates down your throat, and end up getting a stomachache. But instead the kind of full like when you're trying to make up your mind about something, but you can't give a definite answer—like you're missing a part of your mind to judge your decisions...or maybe a part of your soul. Heh heh, now you know to never ask my opinion! Ha ha ha!

Bleh. Anywho, I don't like talking like that; it makes me sound too serious! Even if I am practically a grown-up. Besides, Aiden (he's my fourteen-year-old brother) said he would teach me his Super Awesome Powerful Hockey Move of Doom! BWHA HA HA HAAA! And you'll be warned not mess with me, Bakura: the Hockey King of Egypt! BWHA HA HA HA-

"OW! Amunet, that hurt!" I reached up to rub the spot on my head where my little sister had pulled my hair. "Owww…un-loyal servant…" This is my sister Amunet. She's only two-years-old, but that's okay—we still love her.

"BAKARU!" she squeaked then gave me a tight hug around the neck.

"Yes, Bakaru loves you too," I said, trying to pry her tiny fingers off my neck. Amunet likes to give people nicknames (either that, or she can't say their names in the first place). I got lucky with 'Bakaru', but I can't say the same for Aiden; he got 'Waffwey'…we have yet to figure out how she got 'Waffwey' out of 'Aiden'.

"Hey, Bakura! Are you coming? or should I teach my techniques to the sand?" Aiden called from outside the hut.

"NOOOO! I'm coming, Aiden!" I shouted as I scrambled up from the floor, almost tripping over Amunet, and then grabbed my palm tree branch. "The sand isn't nearly as worthy of your techniques as I am!"

"Ha ha! Are you sure of that?" Aiden asked as soon as I ran out of the hut.

"Yes, I'm sure! 'Cause eventually, I'll be the Hockey King of Egypt!" I said with a grin. "Then you can teach the sand your techniques."

"Well I'm sure the sand would listen better," he said with a smirk, "oh "Great Hockey King of Egypt"." Then he rustled my brown hair and led me to our playing grounds.

When we arrived, several of the other children that lived in Kuru Elna were already playing a game of hockey. Then I saw that kid. It was hard to miss him; he had spiky, red, black, and blonde hair. He stuck out amongst the rest of the children who had the common black or brown hair colour. That boy came from outside our village. There was even rumors that he was the Pharaoh's son, and lived in Thebes! But I doubt that greatly; the guards would never let the future-pharaoh outside without supervision of some sort, let alone allow him to wander to another village, and one so far away at that! Stupid gossip.

Anywho, last we met, he told me his name was Yami. Apparently he's just a bit younger than myself. He's nice and all… but even more important, he knows the intellectual aspects of hockey—giving him killer strategies! His even rivals Aiden's tactics! Which was why Aiden wasn't exactly fond of him.

I looked up at my brother. He was scowling at the sight of the unusual boy who had just scored a point for the team who had yellow sashes around their waists: Team Yami. Yami was that team's best player, so of course they're going to name it after him!

Before my brother could suggest we go somewhere else to practice hockey, Yami shouted to me: "Hey, Bakura!" he said in his childish voice, waving his arm in a friendly gesture. "Want to join us?" he asked.

I hadn't expected that. So I just stared for a second, letting the question sink in. I noticed everyone looking at me, now that I was the center of attention. Looking at my brother, as if asking for his opinion, he gave me a stern gaze; his sharp, void eyes looking into my lilac colored eyes, as if speaking: 'Don't you dare betray me'.

Suddenly, Aiden smirked at me. "Heh, heh. You're not gonna turn 'em down, are you?"

I gaped at him. "Hey- wha?" Then Aiden began his belittling laughter. "You jerk!" I shouted with a little smile. Meanwhile, everyone else sweat-dropped as they stood, staring at us.

"You're so gullible," he told me.

"Humph," was the only reply I could give, then jogged toward Yami, my stick tight in hand, ready to start the game.

Yami gave me a welcoming smile upon my arrival. Then one of the opposing team's players handed me a red sash. "You'll be on our team, Bakura. We need all the help we can get," the boy named Nassor said, glancing at Yami.

Nassor was the first friend I'd ever made, and we got along fine—with only a few friendly tussles now and again. Most people think Nassor is crazy, and I'd agree with them. For Nassor is completely convinced that there exists creatures in the sky, who are not gods, but beings just like us. Yep—aliens. He's certain that they have controled his mind and ummm...that's another story.

"Thanks," I said, taking the sash from Nassor, then tied it around my waist.

"Good luck!" Yami chirped as I took my position facing him, smiling awkwardly.

The puck, made from papyrus and leather, was positioned between Yami and myself by one of my teammates. Then, placing our sticks in front of us, we began: "One. Two. Three. GO!" we yelled in unison.

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Author's note: Sorry to cut you off there. I've got to think of a good game play….or I could just skip that and tell you that 251139 will win… Don't bother trying to figure out what that means. Unless you want to.

Buuuuut, before that, we are going to switch to Ryou's point of view in the next chapter! YAAAAAYYY!

Now, I will encourage you to review: (pulls out a Ryou hand-puppet, and hides behind a little puppet stage) Presenting… the one and only Ryou!

Ryou hand-puppet: REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!

Shikyo666: He hath spoken!

Ryou hand-puppet: FLAMES WILL BE USED TO BURN UP YOUR COMPUTER!

Shikyo666: Ehhh… Ryou hath spoken again! O.O …Or is this Yami Bakura? Oh crap.

"Ryou" hand-puppet: MWHA HA HA HA HAAA!