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After seeing Ryou off to school the house seemed very empty. He might have felt alone, but he hadn't truly been alone since Ryou found the Ring, and he didn't want to even think about the times when he had no host. At least he had something to do here.
With his growing collection of knives carefully hidden under his borrowed clothing Bakura set out to the Kaiba mansion. He'd worked this out earlier with Mokuba so that all he had to do was have his picture taken and he'd be provided with a false, perfectly legal identity as Ryou's twin brother who had just moved to Japan to stay with him. He'd have to call up his 'father' and explain things to him, but that wouldn't be too much trouble. Bakura had shown himself when Ryou's father was around before and that had been part of what made the man spend so much time out on digs. He hoped that if he looked hard enough he would be able to find something that would free Ryou from the 'evil spirit' that was possessing him.
Slipping into the mansion was a simple task, but remembering where Mokuba's room was located was a bit harder. The place was so large it was easy to get lost in it and it took him a while to find the room he wanted. As he expected the room was empty of life except for a glowing computer screen with a note taped to it. Bakura flipped the light on, then pulled off the note and read the instructions carefully before beginning the program Mokuba had ready.
About halfway through the camera Mokuba had attached to his computer took a bunch of photos and used them to create a pictorial history of Bakura's false life. Another photo at the end and a message came up saying that his new ID card would be mailed to Ryou's address and should arrive in about a week. Meanwhile, Bakura printed out the information on the screen which included his name, Bakura Eru, his social security number, and pertinent facts like birthdates.
Smirking, Bakura took the printout, left the papers he had promised Mokuba, scribbled a note thanking him, and headed out the door. He wondered when Mokuba had gotten desperate enough to use the spell that Bakura had given him. If Seto was really that focused on his work then Mokuba must have been feeling really lonely.
He raised a pale hand to shove his hair out of his face, scowling at the breeze that was blowing it around. Pale fingers fluttered around his body as he muttered about the wind, seeming to storm home. In reality, of course, he was perfectly content, even ecstatic, about being able to feel the wind in his face again, but it wouldn't do to show it.
Arriving at their recently purchased home, Bakura went to the phone and dialed the number. Ryou wasn't going to be too happy with him about this, but he didn't really have a choice. It was either this or try to live as an illegal immigrant. Reaching out through his link, the thief showed his light what he was doing, and allowed Ryou to direct him on what to say.
It was a long time before Ryou's father finally calmed down enough to agree that he would accept Bakura as his son and pay for his schooling. He did not, however, want to see him more than he absolutely had to. As he had developed the same attitude about his son, Bakura didn't object. Ryou would feel better if he thought that his father was avoiding Bakura than if he knew that the man was trying to stay away from both of them.
Ryou's reaction to Bakura's new identity, however, had been much better than Bakura had expected. He'd thought that Ryou would be angry at him for taking his name, but instead the boy had been flattered that Bakura wanted to claim a relationship with him. It didn't make sense. Bakura hadn't left the boy before, why should he start trying to dissociate himself from his host now?
