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Oh dear.
Yes, it's been awhile, hasn't it? We lost internet AGAIN! Because we moved house. Thank God all of it is over. I've made a resolution to write for at least an hour every night. And I'll stick to it. STICK TO IT Damnit! XDDD

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Dear Amane

Well, It's been a month since we moved to Kyoto, and still don't like it. I get a lot of teasing at school about the way I look by all of the guys, but all the girls seem to like me. They all think I'm cute. It's really strange. I miss you. I know I say this every time I write you, but I really do. I think you would like it here. Dad is spoiling all of us all the time with new clothes and technology and stuff. But I don't really use it. What's the point? I was never one for all the latest fashions. Ken, on the other hand has tripled his wardrobe size since my father and I moved in. They're talking about moving house as well. When I questioned Dad, he changed the subject. But I know why. This place only has three bedrooms, and we need more. For the baby. I still have mixed feelings about this. I mean, it's only been two years since you and Mum died. Maybe Dad is only with Izumi so he doesn't feel alone, so he can lie to himself with this new family. The best part of living here is that Dad isn't taking me to any counseling anymore. Mainly because Yami is keeping strangely quiet, and also because I only cry in my room anymore. I-

"Ryou." The eleven-year-old froze, nervously raising his gaze to the figure in the doorframe. Eighteen months younger, and already two inches taller. "Mom told me to come get you. Dinners ready." Without saying anything Ryou nodded, lowering his stare to the wood of his desk. The hawk-like eyes of his younger stepbrother glared haughtily at him for a moment, before Ken stalked off. Ryou let out the deep breath he had been holding, running a hand through his heavy white locks.

I had mixed thoughts about all the therapy I had. It was good to let all of it out and stuff, but at the same time, It was really disconcerting, spilling all of your secrets to someone who thought you were a total head case…

All my love,

Ryou.

The whitenette sighed, folding the letter into fourths, before walking over to his closet, rummaging around for the shoebox in the back which contained the rest of his letters. After he added the most recent one to the pile, Ryou stood up, placing the box into the darkest corner of the cupboard, before closing the door and walking out of the room.

Why was he scared of someone that was over a year younger than him?

Ryou bit his lip, retreating further into his overly-baggy sweater as he curled into the end of the couch. Ken was staring at him again, intense emerald eyes focused on Ryou's head. The whitenette let out a long breath, clutching at the metal ring under his shirt.

"Can you please stop?" Ryou inquired softly, his eyes focused intently on his knees. His father and stepmother were in the next room, talking in low voices, so here he was, stuck with his scary younger brother. He seemed so dark, so… evil, almost.

"Stop what?" Ken smirked, leaning back on the couch as he brushed a lock of ebony out of his eyes. "It's a free country, isn't it?"

"You-You're making me nervous." Ryou whispered, hugging himself in his sweatshirt-clad arms. Ken raised a dark eyebrow, a sneer lingering on his lips.

"And?" The ten-year-old reclined further into the sofa, his hands behind his head. "Do you think I give a crap?" Ryou shifted uncomfortably, bowing his head so a curtain of silver fell over his face.

"I-I mean it…" Ryou whispered, screwing his eyes tightly shut. "Please."

"Or what?" Kens smile grew, and his poison-green eyes almost seemed to glitter. "You're going to go all schizo on me?" Ryou's head snapped up in an instant, chocolate brown eyes wide in shock.

"What-"

"I heard your Dad talking to my mother Ryou. I heard everything. I knew you were a nut job, but man." Ryou tensed, his hands balling into fists. "He's going to put you back on medication and therapy you know-"

"Shut up." The whitenette's voice was shaking. "Shut up Ken, shut up, shut up, shut up." The younger of the pair smiled, his emerald orbs narrowing.

"What?" Ken asked innocently. "It's true. Unless your father was lying, you really are a total head case."

"Shut up!" Ryou screamed, standing up. "You don't even know what you're bloody talking about, so just shut the bloody hell up, Ken!"

"What's going on?" Mr. Bakura appeared at the doorway, frowning at the pair. "Why are you two fighting?" Ryou bit his lip, turning his gaze away from everyone. "Ryou, what are you screaming about?" The man narrowed his eyes.

"I-I-I…" Ryou stammered, not meeting the poison hued eyes of his stepbrother and his cold, mocking smirk. Tears stung at the back of his eyes, but he pushed them away, keeping his brown gaze fixed on the floor. Wordlessly, he turned and fled.

"Ryou?"

The boy froze at the cold, sadistic voice, his wide brown eyes clenching tightly shut. "Ryou, come here."

The eleven-year-old held onto the hem of his shirt tightly. No, no no no, please, I'm sorry if I did something wrong, please don't hurt me, please, I didn't mean to do anything wrong…

"Silly little boy." The voice purred, cold bony fingers brushing Ryou's slim rounded shoulder. "Why would I want to hurt my host? No, I've got something else in mind…"

Please leave me alone, I'll do anything you want, please…

"Ryou, my boy, I've got a… proposition for you. Look at me with those pretty brown eyes and I'll tell you all about it." The whitenette kept his eyes closed. "Oh, come on Ryou." The demon said softly, his hold on Ryou's forearm tightening. "Oh, my sweet little host doesn't want to get hurt now does he?"

No…

"Good boy." The spirit patted Ryou's head mockingly as he opened his eyes, terrified. "See, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" The boy tried not to look into the yami's blood-red eyes. "Now Ryou… What exactly do you want?"

What…

"You heard me right, Ryou, I'm asking you, If you had one wish, for anything you liked, anything in the world, what would it be?"

Anything?

"That's right, my boy, anything in the world, anything your little heart wants."

Why are you asking this?

"Because I am. Answer the bloody question, or you can forget it." Ryou winced, his breath quickening.

I-I'd want Mum and Amane back of course… But I know that can't happen... Do you want me to try again?

"No, no." The spirit looked thoughtful, tapping his finger on his chin. "Resurrecting the dead. Doable. Quite a few have asked for that, you know."

Are you a genie?

"A what? No, no, Ryou. Not a Genie. Silly boy, those were never real. I was only asking… How far would you go to get your wish granted?"

What? Well… I'd do anything... Can you really do it!

"If all goes to plan." The demon narrowed his crimson orbs. "You see Ryou… I have a wish as well."

What's your wish? Is it the same as mine?

"Not exactly." The yami bit his lip. "I just want to know… Do you swear to remain faithful?"

What do you mean?

"What I mean is, I have been betrayed in the past by various bodies I have controlled." At this, the demon looked angry. "And I need to know that you wouldn't do that… Do you know of the true powers of the ring, Ryou?"

No… I don't. You've never told me and it's not in any historical documents…

"I should hope not." The spirit growled, ruby eyes looking thoughtful. "The ring you own, that hold my soul, isn't the only one of it's kind, did you know Ryou?"

It isn't?

"No. There are seven of them. And each of them have their own special power. I have one, but it's not enough. I want them all."

A-And how are you going to do that?

"Patience, host, you'll find out in due time. The reason I asked you for your wish, is because, If I can get all seven, I can give it to you."

"Don't look so shocked, Ryou." The demon smirked. "Didn't you put two and two together? When I get all seven, I will resurrect your mother and sister for you, and you can go back to playing happy families." Tears filled Ryou's eyes. "Oh, come now, Ryou, don't cry. Crying is a weakness. And you're not weak now, are you?"

N-no…

"Good boy." He purred, rubbing the top of Ryou's head. "Good boy, you're such a well-behaved little host, did you know that, Ryou? No matter what your father's put you through, you've always been so good. You never complain, never argue with me, you're very obedient." Ryou smiled slightly.

Thank you.

"No, thank you." The yami wound a lock of silver lazily around one finger. "I would hate to have to lock you up in your soul room for extreme disobedience, like I've done in the past. Not that any of them last long. How long have you had the ring now, Ryou?"

T-Two years­.

"Quite a period." He remarked, looking thoughtful. "Most don't last longer than a few months, especially children. You're a very determined young boy, Ryou. It's an admirable trait."

Thanks.

"You're very welcome. I need to know that I'll always have your trust Ryou. I don't want to lock you away, like I have done. And you don't want that either, do you?"

No...

"No." The demon smiled. "That's good Ryou, that's very, very good. One day Ryou, one day I'll call upon your aid. Because yes, I do need you. And you're going to help me, aren't you?"

Of course.

"Good boy Ryou." The spirit smiled, a cold, menacing smile. "Yes, you are a very, very good boy. I'm glad to know that I have your help if I need it." Ryou felt a sick sensation in his stomach as Bakura continued to toy with his hair, the boy leaning against his chest.

What have I done?

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R&R?