Disclaimer. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi and crew.

Bakura sat down in a chair that Yugi had pulled out for him. 'This is not good. What happens if he decides to appear? What will I do?'

Yugi sat across from him as Honda sat beside him. Jonouchi came over, sipping a latte, while Anzu sat across from Honda, a simple coffee in her hands. Sugouroku came to sit on the other side of Yugi, clasping his hands together. "Now Bakura. Why don't you tell us why you have an evil side that has been targeting my grandson."

The white haired teen stiffened, a look of defiance flitting across his face. "I didn't do it! I wasn't the one who..."

Sugouroku raised a hand. "We know that. But...do you know this spirit? How long has he been doing this?" Bakura figeted, before reaching into his sweater, pulling out a gold artifact. Yami's interest was piqued, and he came out.

It was a gold circle with a triangle in the middle. Five pointers clattered against each other. An eye was carved into the middle of the triangle.

Sugouroku breathed in sharply.

"This is the millennium ring." Whispered Bakura.

Yami narrowed his eyes. Dark fog whisked off the ring and around Bakura. Suspicious, he moved closer to Yugi.

"My father had bought this for me while he was in Egypt. Every once in a while after that, I'd black out, then when I would come to I had found that I had hurt somebody...or worse.

But there's nothing I can do.

I tried to throw it away multiple times but it always came back to me. It's like it's haunting me. I've hurt so many. I don't want to be here anymore."

Bakura covered his face with his hands, and started to cry.

Yugi stood up and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. A tear ran down his face.

"I'm sorry Bakura. That you have to deal with this. That you have to hurt people. That your heart has been corrupted by someone.

Something evil.

That doesn't care for feelings. That doesn't care for life."

Bakura sobbed harder, and Yugi wrapped his arms around Bakura, crying with him. Everyone else watched in silence.

Yami watched the scene before him, eyes shadowed with emotion. People came and left, not paying attention to what was happening.

Eventually Bakura stopped crying, rubbing his nose with a sleeve. Yugi let go of him, silent. Bakura got up, politely bowed to Yugi, then ran out the coffee shop, tearing down the street and out of sight. Yugi stood there, his expression pained.

"Why?" He asked to no one in particular.

He turned to face his Grandpa. "Did you have any idea about this?"

Sugouroku bowed his head. "I didn't think that He would come into the spotlight so soon." He admitted. Yugi lowered his eyes, frowning.

Jonouchi slammed his hands onto the table, startling everyone. "No! This can't be it! I will not accept this!" He took off, following the direction Bakura went. Yugi dashed off after him, ignoring his grandfather's cries.

The sky rumbled, and rain started pouring down. A hazy fog crept along the ground before rearing up, limiting eyesight. Yugi put an arm over his face, rushing to keep up with the shadowy figure of Jonouchi though the thick fog.

Rain pelted him, and he almost slipped. But he caught himself, and continued onwards. Jonouchi's silhouette vanished, and Yugi cried out. His millennium puzzle glowed, lighting the way a few feet in front of him.

Yugi started to run again, feeling Yami's presence close beside him. He cut a corner, and halted as a shout rang through the air. A sickening scream sounded. Yugi pushed fowards, panic gripping his senses. With one final turn he stopped, rain and tears running down his face.

Jonouchi lay in a bloody mess on the ground, with Bakura standing over him. But he was different. That same dry air of evil from last time was back.

Bakura threw his head back, laughing. Then he saw Yugi and smirked. "What's the matter? Aren't you going to avenge your friend?"

Yugi yelled and rushed fowards, tackling Bakura to the ground.

He snarled, and slapped Yugi. "Get off me shrimp!"

Yugi fell back, and Bakura leaped up, backing away a few feet. Yugi's millennium puzzle shook, and suddenly Yami was there, picking himself off the ground. Without a word he turned to Jonouchi, feeling his pulse.

/He's still alive./

Elated relief rushed through him. /Thank goodness Nissan. We can't lose him yet!/

Yami nodded to himself. /Ah./

He placed Jonouchi against the wall of the alleyway. Rain streamed down his face, turning red from the open wounds on his face.

Then, he stood up, turning the full force of his glare on Bakura. "You shall not touch Yugi or Jonouchi ever again! Leave Bakura alone and go back to where you came from!"

Bakura shrugged nonchalantly. "Well you see, I can't do that."

Then the air around him became murderous. "Let's play a game shall we?"

Yami clenched his fists. "You're on!"

Overhead, thunder flashed as the sky continued to cry with great sorrow. For the innocent Bakura, for Jonouchi who was dying, and for Yugi whose kindness is unseen by many.