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Warning Bakura has quite a mouth on his. Lots of swearing!

A/N Hey people! Here is chapter two of something strange. It took me long enough but school is here and I have tons of home work. Ok On with the chapter. This chapter is mostly out of Bakura's POV. His past is twisted and I making it seem that Yami is an ass! Sorry! New Character comes in to the story. You'll have to find out who. Enough about this and on with the story!

Chapter 2

What's going on?

"Bakura get out of the closet!" Malik yelled while banging on the door. It's been 10 min since Ryou's friends had come over. The first 5 minutes was the usual 'Hey' or 'Hello' with every one getting a hug from Tea. When she wanted to hug Bakura he pulled away and locked himself in his closet.

Malik and Marik are trying to get him out but to no avail. He didn't even want to talk to them. Yugi and the others were sitting in the living room not saying a word. They didn't know what to say since they could hear Malik and Marik yelling at Bakura to come out.

"Come on what happened to make you like this tomb robber?" Marik asked looking at Malik, he was quite worried even thou he was evil. Bakura was like a brother to him. The all mighty tomb robber has never been like that. "Oh come on Thief!" he yelled banging his fist on the door.

The door suddenly opened and Marik came face to face with his friend. The glare he was getting was much more evil then the shadow realm itself. Both Malik and Marik moved to the side as Bakura climbed out of the closet.

The crimson eyed spirit shot each one a glare as he walked out of the room and in to the hallway. He walked to the living room and stopped in the door frame leaning against it. Crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes.

"The thief has finally decided to show his face?" Yami asked smirking as the two sand blonds walked into the room. Bakura didn't even stir at what Yami had said he just stood there.

"Awe is little Bakura mad?" Joey probed farther. At this Bakura opened his eyes and stared at the blond.

"You're barking up the wrong tree mutt!" Bakura sneered smirking as the blond stood up making a fist.

"What ya say dirt bag?" Joey more then yelled.

"I said you were a mutt!" Bakura sneered again. Tristan raised a brow at Duke as he looked at his friend. This was not going to end well if he knew both Joey and Bakura. But if he was Joey he would stand down.

"Hey Bakura don't be ugly with your friends." Tea stated standing up as well.

Bakura raise his brow farther now staring at the only girl there. "Shut your fucking mouth friendship bitch!" Bakura yelled. A few seconds later he was on his back on the floor. Above him stood Joey with his fist in the air.

The tomb robber pulled himself up on his elbows and stared at the blond. Most of the people stared at both of them in shock. All of them thinking the same thing. "Oh shit Bakura's going to kill Joey!" To their surprise Bakura stood up and wiped his cut lip. Slowly looking at the blood before looking at Joey.

"Mmm…" Bakura hummed turning around and walking away. All of the people in the room stared at him in shock. Even Malik and Marik had shocked written all over their faces.

Bakura's POV

As I walk to the front door of the house I don't even think of calling those two Egyptian idiots with me. I need to be alone. That's all that's going to help me. The main question in my head right now is 'What the fuck did that girl do to me?'. Not the friendship bitch, another girl she reminds me a lot of my past.

That girl has been on my mind since she bumped into to me yesterday. She was with her man as they walked in the bazaar or the 'mall' as Ryou would call it. Why I was there I really don't know. I was just walking not looking where I was going and when she bumped into me I saw I was in the 'bazaar'.

Something about her let loose a part of me I never knew was there or I did I just put it away. She reminded me of some one in my past some one I loved dearly. Yeah now you are thinking 'The great thief King Bakura loved?'. You're wrong I don't love but I did long, long ago.

I lost everything in one night; my friends, my family, my home and my village. All because of the fucking pharaoh. He's the one that made me hate, made my heart as cold as ice. There had only been two survivors on the night they slaughtered Kuru Eran. A girl not older then 2 and myself I had just turned 10.

I knew the girls mother well, she had asked me to save her daughter. Little Kitanhi was the young girls name. After that night both of us were sent to slavery. I escaped and became the most feared thief in all of Egypt. I never heard of Kitanhi again.

Well 13 years later the pharaoh died and his son took over. Fucking little bastered. Oh how I want to see him dead. But the little idiot got busy and was never alone, even at night he was with some one. His little love slave. I saw her once or twice going to the healer.

The girl not older then a mere 15 was beaten if she didn't listen to him. Some times I would go to the pharaohs cambers and stare at her will she slept. She was beautiful. She had blood red hair and eyes as blue as the heavens and a face of a goddess. The pharaoh never made love with her he just beat her.

And she was my only way to get back at the fucking weirdo brat pharaoh wanna be. I had devised a plan to steel her. The night of the plan the little brat had too much to drink. Every one heard her screams for help, but no one was listening, no one but me. He had gone too far with her, he was going to rape her.

He had ripped her clothes to shreds and roughly held her down that is till he passed out. Little bastared couldn't hold his wine. He had fallen on her crushing her small body. I made my way to them, I was hidden in the shadows the whole time, like I would say I am the shadow, the darkness.

Her cries were like that night at Kuru Eran full of fear and pain. I silently moved to them looking at them. Oh how I wanted to kill that little brat for even touching the girl. The girl had stopped crying she had fallen asleep. I pushed the brat of off her and wrapped her in a sheet.

The pharaoh wouldn't mind me taking one since he has so many. I pulled the girl into my arms and walked to the balcony. She looked so peaceful and at place in my arms. We got away with out any problems that night. I took her to my hide out in the desert.

"Fuck Bakura where are you going. Wait up!" What the hell?

Normal POV

Bakura turned around and saw his two 'friends' running to him. He really didn't see them as friends. Every one was all the same. "Hey Bakura wait! Where are you going?" Malik asked as he stopped next to his friend. Bakura raised a brow and looked at the two.

"What do you two want?" Bakura growled at the two before his eyes caught the very thing he was thinking about. The red head girl walking down the street.

Till next time. And please review it means alot to me!

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