Bakura wasn't a guy who got confused and he didn't like it if he did, it always annoyed him because he would want to know the answer so badly that it would pester him, much like it was now. The face of his dilemma was in his head, hovering about annoyingly until he eventually stood up, yelling out loudly and punching the wall. Bad idea. He grew even angrier and began to pace, his white hair shifting and he did so, growling under his breath and he thought about the issue. It all started with that stupid dream and then he began to realise things, things he didn't want to remember. As if torturing him, memories flashed into his consciousness, unbidden.

Akefia lay next to his lover, strong, callused hands stroking the feathery strands of hair and brushed against them. Darius moaned softly, not of pleasure but one of comfort, he shifted, the last of the blanket slipping off of him and leaving him naked in the cool morning air. Akefia slid downwards, kissing Darius lightly on the forehead before moving to the tattoo on his hipbone which gleamed lightly, the tattoo was of a panther curled around a fox, the fur coloured a beautiful crimson and his paws entwined with the panthers. The fox was Harry because of his sly nature and cunning that was somehow beautiful, the panther was Akefia because of his ability to disappear into the shadows and yet somehow he managed to love so utterly.

Akefia dipped lower teasingly, looking up as his slowly awakening lover, hazy, multicoloured eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling before sliding downwards at the lips on his hipbone. "'Kefia?" Darius mumbled, his tongue getting tied as he tried to wake up and speak. His brain gave up the fight as Akefia lightly licked at the spot on Darius' thigh which turned him to jelly. He felt himself being rolled over and moved obediently, feeling a tongue lightly stroking his hole and causing him to shudder lightly. "It's too early." Darius whimpered half heartedly, tensing as the tongue slid into his tight orifice and moaning as it began to slid in an out slowly.

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Akefia collapsed in the sand, sobs tearing at his throat so harshly they burned, his world, which after Kul Elna, he had shakily patched up, had fallen apart in the blink of an eye. His eyes burned and he looked at the kingdom on the horizon, throwing his head back and howling. "I'll kill you for this! I'll destroy you, pharaoh!!!" In his grief, Akefia's mind would not allow him rest and so he began to kill, slowly at first, just a couple of guards, then it grew and grew until he killed without remorse, until he was twisted beyond measure. Never once did he realize the truth of the matter, only dwelling on what happened.

Akefia cradled Darius' body, arms wrapped around his lover as he cried, he was just outside of the kingdom, Atem standing above him looking emotionless, though inside he was probably bawling. He rocked slowly, trying to calm the raging sobs that built at his chest, pressing down like a led weight. Slowly, as his sobs dwindled to little whimpers of pain, his sadness changed course to anger and he looked up through burning eyes.

"What happened?" Akefia snarled. Atem spoke in an emotionless voice and explained that the council had thought Darius weak and decided to use him to power up the millennium items. "And so, what? You're wearing what killed your brother." Akefia hissed, his eyes focused on the gold items. At the time, Akefia was so caught up in his grief he didn't realize that maybe the reason Atem was wearing the millennium item was to get as close as possible to his brother's soul.

Bakura snapped from his daze, looking out at the rising sun and closing his eyes, two images appearing. One was Harry Potter and the other one was Darius, he put them side by side and jolted as he realized something. Harry was about the same age as Ryou, Yugi, Marik and Malik and he seemed to have ancient knowledge in his eyes, whenever he looked at Atem a pained look danced across his face. Bakura didn't know everything just yet but the pieces were slowly sliding into place.

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It was familiar now, the darkness of being blind, he wasn't helpless though. He could hear, smell and taste everything, he could use all his senses so acutely that it ached, the thought that he was getting used to being blind made him miss colours. He almost missed seeing the white walls that gleamed so familiarly that when he woke, for an instant he was somewhere else, somewhere safe.. He could hear them now as well, Odion, Solomon and Isis, he could hear Isis' soft voice, Solomon's grandfatherly rumble and Odion's quiet but comforting murmur. Such familiar voice's made him shamed of what he had force to become, trained until he had broken every bone at least once, trained so he could react to movements before they even happened, without even seeing the person, his nose was so precise that he could smell blood from a mile away.

Darius heard the cell door open from the cell next to him and heard the stumbling footsteps of his neighbours being forced towards his cell, his assumptions were correct as seconds later the heavy door swung open and he heard them being pushed in. Darius heard a gasp and in his mind he knew what they saw, a broken boy with sightless, scarred eyes, his dark hair lank and dirty and his bare chest scarred so deeply that it caused him to shake. The tattoo on his hip, once he'd had since he was born and even before then. Lucas, who had been quiet for a while, appeared, his red hair falling over his face as he knelt, one arm loosely wrapped around the helmet.

"Darius, are you well?" Lucas murmured, visible even without Darius' eyes. Darius nodded quietly, though his mind screamed different. Darius was suddenly gone from the room, or at least his mind was, he was standing in a gleaming golden temple, standing in the shadows of a pillar a black jackal stepped out, coat shining as it stepped towards him. Something in Darius, something ancient and frightening, told him to kneel before his lord and he obeyed it, dropping to his knees and bowing so low that his head to touch the floor.

"My Lord Anubis." The words were his but he didn't remember meeting this jackal before, strangely he did understand the meaning of them. "I am glad to see you are well."

The jackal was suddenly gone and in his black as a black haired Egyptian man with fathomless black eyes, he wore the traditional gold and white of the royals and had the mark of Anubis, a jackal, on his cheek. Anubis studied him before nodding and Darius stood, his eyes averted and his stance such that Anubis could kill him with a simple flick of a wrist. "Darius, it's been a long time. I have missed you, young one."

"My Lord, how can I help you?" Darius murmured, looking up for the first time.

"Keep an eye on Bakura. You can help him. Don't give up just yet, young one, your time will come." Anubis murmured lightly, his voice fading into the distance as he slowly awoke, sitting back inside his own mind again. Darius trembled lightly as old, painful memories sprang up and Darius immediately knew a dementor was near. The door swung open and Dumbledore entered, a dementor floating along behind him serenely, black robes drifting along the skeletal frame.

"I-it's you!" Isis murmured, her voice trembling as she backed away, Odion's arms winding around he frame lightly.

Dumbledore ignored her, turning to instead to Darius. "Are you ready?" He asked. Dumbledore didn't wait for an answer, instead Darius heard the rustle of his beard, showing he was nodding, and then the dementor drifted forward, pulling Darius up with surprising strength and placing a hand over his eyes. It started as a tingle and then built until his throat was hoarse from screaming. His eyes were being grown again and it hurt. The dementor removed his hand and Darius saw for what felt like the first time, a true smile bloomed on his face as he focused on the colours in the room, ignoring the twinges in his eyes as he took it all in.

The smile was banished as Darius saw the man who ruined his life and he growled out. "You scum. I'll kill you, I swear it." Darius felt the pain of crucio but it didn't hurt him in his anger.

"So misguided, I must do what I can to save you, my boy." Dumbledore murmured, his eyes sad. Darius almost laughed, the senile old man actually believed he was doing right, that he was still 'light', the thought was laughable, so much as that Darius giggled lightly, a soft, insane sound.

"They're coming for you, Albus Dumbledore. Them and Voldemort.. One of them will kill you and to be honest, I hope it's them." Darius giggled, his eyes alight with insane amusement. The red light was welcomed as unconsciousness greeted him, laughing even as Morpheus reared.

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Author's note:

It took me a while but its here! I'm sorry the sex scene is short but I didn't really feel like making it too long. I've revealed a bit more on Darius' connection with the gods but there's still a lot more secrets to come. I hope you enjoyed it, reviewww!!