Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh... Sadly

Chapter 1: first day

Okay let's get an understanding of each other. I am a 16 year old teenage girl who lost her father and sister, Amane, to a car crash. I shouldn't be alive, the doctors don't know why I am. I now live in a little town in japan called Domino. My name is Ryou Bakura but everyone calls me Bakura. I have a guy's name so I am teased at school. I have very few friends but the few I have include: Joey Wheeler, Yugi Muto, Tea Gardner, Seto Kiaba, and Tristan Taylor. Those are my closest allies against the bullies who live me bruised and bloody. My mom doesn't care, says it'll toughen me up. I have scars from the crash and am addicted to playing games, Duel Monsters mainly. Now that you know the basics, here is my first day at school.

I had moved in a month after the crash and it's been a month since then. Two months without Amane. Not I day goes by I don't think of her. I write letters to her hoping she knows I am okay when she looks down at me from heaven. I write that I miss her and wish I would have died instead of her, thought I know that won't happen. Today was my first day at school and I hoped I wouldn't get teased. Amane and I had always been teased but I stayed strong for her. I got teased more than her though. Once the kids got passed her weird name they had nothing else to tease her about. Amane had been normal in every way. Nothing super special and she liked it that way. She had, had long blonde hair halfway down her back, she was a perfect weight (she got that from dad) and she had brown eyes. She was beautiful unlike her sister. I had gone white prematurely. I have had all white hair since I was 13 and I was now 15. It fell halfway down my back and people made fun of it. On top of that I never filled out my clothes, I was supper skinning even though I ate enough for 10 people (got that from my mom). Though you wouldn't be able to tell now, she drank and smoked so often she looked sick all the time. When I turn 16 I had every plan to move out. Where? I wasn't sure, anywhere but with my mom. I got up that morning praying here would be different.

When I got downstairs I saw my mom was smoking again. She read the newspaper and I saw she had already drank her morning beer.

"Good morning," I tried to be civil with her. She grunted in response and continued to read whatever she found more interesting than me. So basically anything. I sighed and got me my cereal. Would she ever warm up to me? I now knew why dad took us instead of mom. "Anything good?" I asked trying to start a conversation, weren't girls and moms supposed to have a good relationship? My mom let out a loud sigh and folded up the paper.
"What do you want?" she asked me. My mom never fail to be unfriendly towards me. She makes me know she doesn't want me.

"I was trying to be friendly," I said my voice strained to keep calm. Ever since I got my ring- that I wore every day in my dad's memory- I was short tempered. I didn't know why, I just sort of, happened.

"Listen, kid, I don't want you here, nor will I ever. So friendly is just out of the picture. I would make you pay rent if it weren't illegal," she said. I clenched my fists in anger, why did she do this to me? I was her last daughter left. "I always preferred Amane," she mumbled. Most people did, I thought bitterly. Amane had always been popular among people once they got past her name. Me, not so much. For as long as I could remember I have been slightly socially awkward.

I sighed, "I better go," I said.

"Good reddens," my mom said throwing her beer can at me. I bit back tears as I ran out the house slamming the door as I went. My 16th birthday couldn't come soon enough as far as I was concerned.

I got on the bus and could already feel the stares of my fellow peers. "What you doing here, albino?" one person asked. I was use to that nickname for me. My white hair made me an albino like red hair makes people gingers.

"I'm a new student here," I said as plainly as I could. I didn't feel like getting picked on by them too, I got enough of that from mom. So, to avoid any conversation at all, I stared out the window. I hope Amane was better where she was than I was where I am. Then again, miserableness was something I was use to feeling since Amane died. She was the reason I lived but now she was dead… couldn't I just join her? Sighing we arrived at school. Great, I thought, more stares and rude comments.

I was right about the stares but the rude comments seemed not to come. Though who knows what they were whispering when I passed by them. Quickly I put my head down and looked for my locker, being careful not to bump into anyone. The last thing I needed was an incident on the first day of school. My first class of the day was of course, homeroom. This could work out, my home room could say I wasn't all the bad, maybe. I hoped so, for my sake. Again I put my head down and headed to class. I took the seat in the back left corner where no one seemed to sit, it was better this way. Alone, that's how I spent my life now days. Alone in my room out of my mother's sight. Alone, not having friends to text or call or to even talk to in any way. So I kept my head down and waited for class to start.

Start it did. It started with a teacher announcement. "Class we have a new student here with us at Domino High," the teacher said. No no no, I thought, this can't be happening. Amane give me strength, I pleaded to myself knowing what was coming next. "Would you please come to the front," the teacher said. Slowly I got up and walked to the front of the class, as I did so whispers erupted from around me. Starts, whispers, all in a day's work for me. "Class this is Ryou Bakura," he introduced me.

"Please call me Bakura," I said hating my first name. That was the name my mother had given me, the same name that caused the scars that covered my arms, legs, and stomach.

"Well Bakura it is a pleasure to have you with us here," that was something I hadn't heard since the accident. "Now, would you please take your seat," he said and motioned to the back of the room. I nodded and sat down. When I got there I examined the teacher. The teacher was a mid-aged man with straight short black hair and brown eyes. He wore a nice tee shirt and jeans. Nothing out of the normal for him, you could just tell. He went on to explain how this year would work and if we had any questions. I have always been an honors student so this part didn't worry, people did. Numbers didn't bother me, people did. Academics made sense, people didn't. In a way, I am a nerd. Liking books more than any person I had ever met. Of course all the people I met, besides Amane, beat me up and teased me. I have never had a true friend other than Amane. I let one tear escape my eye before putting on my mask for the remainder of the day, or so I thought.

In homeroom I always dozed off. This time I dreamed of Amane. Not a big surprise thought, she was all I dreamed about. I dreamed that she was running towards me, and then just when we were about to touch a car would hit her, this dream had been occurring since the accident. Same thing over and over again, never touching. This time though she spoke, even if she ddnt sound like herself. "Bakura-kun," she said. What, I thought, she never called me Bakura. She had always called me Ryou. "Bakura-kun," she called again, this time I felt like an earthquake was happening. What was going on? This had never happened. "Bakura!" she yelled and the shaking grew fiercer. I woke up with a start.

When I awoke from my dream I saw a small girl standing in front of me. She had spikey hair that was black, red, and yellow. She was the shortest person in the room, I had a feeling she got bullied too. "Bakura-kun are you okay?" the small girl asked.

Blinking a couple times I answered, "Sorry I must have dozed off." The shorter girl looked up me with big, worried amethyst eyes. Wow, I thought, purple eyes, now I've seen it all.

"Sorry I should introduce myself, I'm Yugi Muto but please call me Yugi," the girl told me. Yugi, I thought, interesting.

I smiled at Yugi, "You know me, but please just call me Bakura. No need for the kun after it," I told her. "You see I come from England so we didn't use that," I tried to explain. It's not like we were going to be friends so I don't know why I even bothered. Maybe because I saw her as an ally. She probably got bullied too. An ally, that's how I see her, I told myself, not a possibly friend. No one wanted me.

"Bakura?" she said. Oh dear, she had been talking. Why did I always have to zone off?

"Sorry I zoned out again," I mumbled half-heartedly. I didn't really care what she thought of me. To my surprise Yugi laughed.

"You seem to do that often. Anyway I was just inviting you to eat lunch with my friends and I," she said with a smile. Could I trust her, I wondered. It would be nice to have friends, but no one would want me as a friend, I scolded myself. Though I do need an ally…

"Sure I'd love too," I told Yugi. I tried to force myself to smile through the pain I have been feeling, tried to. Yugi could tell something was up but didn't seem to think it was her place to ask.

The bell rang, "See you at lunch," called Yugi as she left class. Please, I thought, Amane lend me strength. This is who I got my strength from, Amane. It was who I always go my strength from. Math was next, my favorite. I always got straight A's in math. Mostly A's and A+'s. again I kept my head down and avoided people. When I entered my new math class my stomach dropped, tables. I would be forced to sit by someone. Then I saw the table in the back had one person in it. That's when I first laid my eyes on my future boyfriend, Seto Kiaba.

"May I sit here?" I asked him. I don't know what made me ask, I hate people. Even my hatred didn't stop me from having silly crushes that never went far. In fact, most crushes ended up bullying me. This guy was tall and didn't quite fill the school jacket we had to wear. His fair reached down to the back of this neck and he had hard cold blue eyes. Around his neck he wore a locket that looked like a duel monsters card. The teen looked me over and nodded. I slid next to him and he crossed his arms.

"You're new here," the teen said stiffly. I nodded confirming his thoughts, was he already out casting me? I sighed, should have seen this coming. "I'm Seto Kiaba the CEO of KiabaCorp," he said just as stiffly. Couldn't this dude chill, I wondered. Why did that company sound familiar? Oh yea! Amane loved there stuff, it was a gaming company.

"That's a gaming company, right?" I asked seeing if I was right. The teen gave a stiff nod. I imagined how cool Amane would have thought this was. A wave of sudden grief and sadness over came me.

"Something wrong?" Seto asked me. He seemed to mildly care so I figured I'd tell him. I mean, why not?

"My sister, Amane loved your stuff. Before she died two months ago," I said the last part softly. Seto seemed to hear me. He looked like he was going to respond but the teacher walked in cutting off whatever he was going to say. Good, I thought, I want no sympathy from anyone.

"You will be taking a test on all the material that we are working on this year to see where you are at," the teacher explained passing out the test. This teacher was a women in a long brown dress that reached her heels and then exposed her brown high heels. She also had blonde hair and green eyes. She reached Seto and I last. I had learned everything on the test and turned it in. "are you sure you don't want to check this?" she did the normal math teacher thing. I nodded, not feeling like talking to her. "You are the new student, Ryou right?" she asked. Again I nodded, "I see you shy," she said with a smile. I shrugged in reply and the teacher sighed, seeing that she wasn't going to get me to talk, and dismissed me back to my seat.

"Easy?" Seto asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yep, learned it all in England," I informed him. Seto seemed mildly impressed with it.

"You know you never gave me your name," he said to me. "I know you use to have a little sister Amane but she died two months ago, you moved here from England and seem to be advanced, but not a name to this person," he said. Was it just me or was he into me, slightly.

For a second I almost figured I'd lie. I really hated my name, "Ryou Bakura. But PLEASE call me Bakura," I told him. Suddenly I was very glad the school had the dress code of the jackets and long pants. How would he react if he saw the scars of my past? My past of protecting Amane and taking many blows with nails, knives, and more.

"Don't like your name?" he asked looking me over. I must be a strange sight, a teen girl with all white hair. I shook my head and he shrugged. "For the record I like it but if you rather Bakura that's fine," he said. Thank you, I said in my mind.

The teacher cleared her throat and we became silent. "We have two students who got a hundred on the test," she explained. The class whispered question. One standing out, how? "These students include Seto kiaba," when his name was called there were comments like 'should have seen that one' and 'no wonder he is like a brain!' The teacher cleared her throat again. "And," she spoke again and the class got silent, "Ryou," she said. I cringed at the sound of my own name. So many people had said it and my scars burned when I heard my name.

"Bakura," seto said obviously seeing my cringe at the sound.

I gritted my teeth through the pain. "I'm fine," I told him. The class was whispering comments like 'the new kid' and 'a female Kiaba?' Great, I thought, I'm already a brain! I sighed as I wished to fade into a wall. Couldn't I have gotten a few wrong on purpose, you know, to SEEM normal! No, I told myself, even if I had thought of it I wouldn't have. That's just not my style. The bell rang and I shot out of the class before seto got to say a word to me.

My last class before lunch was art. I wasn't really that talented but I was okay, I guess. Much to my dismay, I bumped into someone in the hall. This caused me to be shoved into a locker. I was use to this though so I shrugged it off and continued. If that was all they did, I could like it here. At my last school, I got tortured with knives…

In art I saw Yugi. The small girl came up to me, "hey Bakura," she called. I shook my head trying to clear my mind of thoughts so I didn't doze off. Yugi could be a very important ally in this mess.

"Hello there Yugi," I said smiling. She smiled back at me.

"You know I just noticed you do have a British accent," she said. She just now notice, I thought, wow. I smiled though making it seem like no big dear.

"Yep I do, lived there since my parents separated," I told her.

"Then why are you here?" she asked. "I'm sorry that came out harsher then I meant it to," she apologized quickly. I waved her off, I was natural for her to wonder. I mean, who want wondering that. Why was Bakura here? Death, that's why. "You don't have to answer it if you don't want to," Yugi said. Wow this chick really wanted to befriend me, why?

"My dad and little sister died. My mom had to take me," I said bluntly. Why sugar code the truth? Yugi looked horrified, maybe I could have said it less bluntly. "Its fine really," I said. Again glad she couldn't see my arms and the small burn I got a few nights ago when my mom was drunk and got mad at me. She took her cigarette and burned me with the white hot tip. "My mom isn't so bad," that was a big fat lie. She was the worst person I could think of. Well her and the knife bullies back home. If I could call it that now.

Yugi looked at me, "I'm sorry," she said softly.

I shook my head, "you weren't driving the truck, so don't be," I said taking my seat in the back when the teacher walked in. the teacher went on to explain what we would study and how today would be free drawing day. What would I draw, I wondered. What about that necklace Yugi had on! I walked over to Yugi. "Can I see your necklace?" I asked her. Yugi nodded letting me hold it for a second to get a feel for it. When I touched it a sharp pain, like tiny needles, exploded from my chest, right where the ring my dad gave me was. I let out a gasp of pain and dropped the puzzle.

"Are you okay?" Yugi asked quickly. The pain had gone as soon as I dropped the puzzle. What had just happened, I wondered.

"Yea I'm fine," I said giving a small smile. "Just growing pains," I reassured her. Yugi didn't seem reassured but she dropped the topic. Where had that pain come from? I would look at into it at lunch, maybe some reading on Egypt was due. That is where dad got the ring, right? Yes at lunch, after I humored Yugi, I would research Egypt. Maybe this was more of a myth though. The bell rang. Its time, I thought, lunch time that is. I'M WAS STARVED!