I traced the jagged circular scar on my hand, my memory flooded with the pain that had raced through my body when it was created.

It's time likes this when I feel jealous of Yuugi Motou. Well, to be utterly truthful and correct, I'm always jealous. His life has been bad, like mine, but in different factors, and yet I'd still rather have his life than mine any day!
The specific reason jealously was sewn through my body from Yugi, was the fact of our yamis, and the cruel fact that his was kind but fair, with a loving soul and a misunderstood mind; mine is sadistic, rude, selfish and riddled with revenge.

The Pharaoh, Yugi's Yami, comforted Yugi when he depressed or merely a bit sad; Bakura would either slap me round the head or just take one look at me and give me a look of disgust before tutting and going to where ever the arsehole goes. Yami says it's Bakura's way of toughening me up, but I honestly believe that he's just sick and sadistic.

Pharaoh protects and saves Yugi; Bakura risks my life for everything and anything.

Pharaoh has friendly, brotherly (maybe even loving) nicknames for Yugi out of pure affection and adoration; Bakura's only nicknames for me are cusses and unclean animals.

You understand, Reader? Do you understand what an evil presence he is?

Things changed slightly when the shadow realm granted the Yami's the gift of their own bodies; but still with the mind link to the hikaris- along with ability to take over their bodies still. Bakura's ways have become more twisted. Instead of giving me emotional pain, he can now give me physical, without possessing my body first to do his damage. I'm just his puppet of entertainment when there's no duel or object to chase.

I was huddled up right in the corner of my room, propped up by a book cabinet and a pile of boxes filled with board games. It was 10 o'clock at night, and my light was off. All I could hear was the buzz of the television downstairs. My father and Bakura were down there watching it, well that's what I assumed, since every 2 minutes the sound of the two cackling at something rang through the walls. I gritted my teeth more at the thought of the now-bodied-spirit bonding with my father. The ex-thief had just about got use to life in the twenty-first century, and had even been welcomed into the home by my father. I can understand why in many ways. Bakura and my father are very alike, both love attention, very forward, bad tempered, with tongues like blades when threatened. The other reason is that Bakura reminds my father of three people, both by looks and personality. My mother, my sister and myself; well, my old self before mum and Amane died. His hair is like mine, only untidy- just like how my mums had been like in the mornings. His eyes are like mine, only smaller, just like Amane's. He's energetic and has a high intelligence, like mum and Amane; and me when I was 9... I was stricken with grief when mum and Amane died, as anyone would expect. I didn't eat properly, I was mute for a year and half, I couldn't listen in class and I suffered with depression until I was 13. I used to be a lot like Bakura; multitasking, running round, keeping active, acting ridiculous... But now I'm near enough the opposite, sadly for my father, I've become rather timid over the years. So timid, I dodge balls in football and basketball, and I wouldn't dare play rugby. Ha! Bakura would grab that rugby ball and rage through the rest of the players, leaving them bruised and battered- even if they were taller and big build then he! Understand, Reader? My dad has taken to Bakura so well because he replaces those painful wholes in his heart that were put there by my mother, Amane, and my messed-up self. I never realised how much my dad truly liked Bakura, until a few days ago, when he called him 'accidently' Ryou. I can't blame him, though; I'd rather have Bakura as my son then me.

I heard their laughter again, sickening me to my stomach as I realised I'd almost been fully replaced. Dad still gave a pat on the head and a 'hello son' when he got home from work.

I giggled to myself about one thing that made Bakura and my dad's father-son-relationship a little less than perfect. Good old Bakura is awfully close to one of his 'friends'. His name is Marik, a very feminine looking teenager, with blond shaggy hair a little past his shoulders, large lavender eyes and naturally tanned skin. The fact he always wears a too small, sleeveless jumper that reveals his stomach half the time, it's no wonder my dad thought he was what he thought! Now, my dad isn't homophobic, but Bakura was sure that his status as top-boy in dad's books would go down if he thought he was gay. To stop dad coming to any conclusions, Bakura came up with the idea of Marik actually being a girl named Marika, thus causing my dad to believe Marik, I mean, Marika was Bakura's girlfriend. I couldn't help but laugh when dad started talking about 'Marika' at breakfast one Saturday morning.

"What you doing today boys?" dad asked, moving a chess piece thoughtfully
"I'm going to Yugi's house for the day, since I promised to help him with some English homework." I replied as I cooked that morning's breakfast for the 'family'
"I would have thought the Pharaoh would be helping him there since he is the bloody master of everything- bloody dip shit" Bakura grumbled moving his own chess piece, taking one of dad's pieces in the process as a prize "Anyway, you're not better at English then him! You spell chicken C-h-e-e-k-i-n!"
"I do not!"
"Ry! Don't argue with your brother, he has a point"
I can remember going numb for a second when dad referred Bakura as my brother.
"So, what about you, B?" dad asked, not even giving me a look.
"Going out with Marik… Ka, Marika…"
"You got a good one there junior!" My dad cheered, swinging his arm round the table and giving Bakura a playful punch.
Bakura blinked at him, but his face remained as it always did; a cross between a scowl and a smirk. "What-cha mean, dad?"
I shuddered as he spoke. Yes, he even called him 'dad' now.
"Good looking girl that's all. Strange how she never speaks, but she seems nice."
I grit my teeth and held in a laugh. I looked over my shoulder and immediately caught Bakura's eye. He winked at me and smirked.
"Yeah, dad." Bakura moved his bishop "She's a good girl. Hot and all" he caught my eye again and smiled, clearly holding back a laugh.
I gritted my teeth and fought with myself not laugh. I turned the cooker off and began serving breakfast before setting out on the table. Bakura immediately grabbed his fork and swallowed down a whole 3 rashes of bacon.
"So 'Kura" dad asked suspiciously. "How far you gone with Marika?"
Bakura choked on his bacon "You what?" he coughed.
"How far have you and Marika gone? You know-"

"Dad, I think you're embarrassing him" I giggled.
"Of course he's not!" Bakura scoffed. He leaned over his breakfast and the chess board.
"You wanna know dad?"
"Bet'cha"
"All the way"
I choked on my egg and quickly covered my mouth before I spat the contents out in shock and laughter.
"Get in there my boy!"

I guess, after all I've said, I don't hate Bakura. It's half and half. When he's in a good mood I love him. But when he's in a bad mood, which is about 67% of the time, I hate him. His temper and personality is foul when he's angry. When me and him shared a body, he'd just throw me around. He stabbed me in arm, stabbed my hand into a model castle tower, and stabbed my chest with the points of the millennium ring. Now, since he has his own body, he's changed a bit. The Pharaoh said that the shadow realm gave them the bodies they would have as typical teenagers of the currently century, thus editing their personality slightly. Bakura's sadistic-ness lowered and his mind relaxed a bit, but he was near enough the same. When he's angry, he still uses abuse like punching and pushing me. But sometime he acts kind of like a big brother. Sometimes…Strangely, he's even become protective of me! This was another subject between me and Yami and Yugi Motou.

"I am a bit surprised by that- yet I'm not surprised at all" Said Yami, biting into a carrot.

A strange thing about Yami is that since I got his own body he has grown a strange love for vegetables; carrots in particular. The love is very similar to 'Kura's love for meat.
Me, Yami and Yugi were sitting in their bedroom. Yugi was lying on his stomach on his bed, finishing some English homework, while Yami and I were sitting on the floor, me leaning against Yugi's desk drawer lazily, Yami against his own bed.

"You aren't surprised?" I asked curiously.
"Nope. You shared a body together, and therefor when the Shadow realm made him his own person, you immediately became the person he is closest to- a brother you might say" Yami took another bite of his carrot.
"I'm not the one he's closest to anymore" I giggled nervously "My dad is"
"You say that, but I doubt it if it's true" Yugi Said, not looking away from his screen.
"Agreed" Yami nodded to his 'brother'.
"Kura's parents were murdered when he was young, so he saw your father as a replacement. Now that time has passed, Kura is now officially part of your family, officially your older brother. Now that the shadow realm has edited the world slightly, I wouldn't be surprised if documents have been created verifying that he is alive and part of your family- they can do that, you know!
But, you are probably the one he'll tell secretive stuff to without doubt that you'll blab. He'll also not want any harm to come to you unless he is the one doing the harming-"
"If you ever have a date, he'll probably look them up and down and rate them. If he thinks she is too bossy or something, and there for not good enough for you, he'll get rid of her." Yugi butted in.
"It's simple, Ryou- You are now his little brother and he's not going to let anyone mess with you-"

"Unless it's Malik or Marik"
"Yes, Yugi, unless it's Malik or Marik"

I had to laugh at that, even thought it was probably reality. If Kura is in a good mood, he'll let Marik tease me a bit, but he goes too far he'll probably whack him or something. On the other hand, if he's in a bad mood, he'll giggle at Marik's teasing, and cackle when Marik starts to push me around. Due to what Yami said, I guess if Marik badly hurt me Kura would probably attack him… I hope.