Emerald-demoness: Well, I got five reviews, all of which asked for me to continue. I must say, five reviews in one night is inspiring to a new(ish) writer like me. Thank you, to those of you who reviewed (you know who you are!).So, I decided to continue my first chapter story. One thing I should tell you though, I am a rather slow writer, most of the time. If I abandon this story, it will be announced in an author's note, otherwise, it is just taking me awhile to get over the curse known as writer's block. Well, I've talked enough for now, on with the story!

Chapter Two

"Infamous? Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, even though I don't seem to be completely hated here." At this, Bakura inclined his head towards his picture.

"You did protect me. Though, Innocence didn't appreciate your method, he liked the thought well enough. The collection of dolls you have gifted me with over the years is lovely by the way." Ryou smirked a little. Ryou walked out of the room, motioning for Bakura to follow him. Bakura scowled and muttered something about not being a dog, but followed him anyway. They walked into the soulchamber, which connected the soulrooms, and gave them a place to talk without being in either of their, rather unsettling, soulrooms.

The soulchamber looked like a rather elegant study. The floor was dark wood flooring, with a huge Egyptian styled rug in the middle of it. The comfortable looking couch was a deep, rich red. There was a mahogany coffee table slightly infront of the couch, so they could either set their feet there, or put something on it to make it easy to reach. There was a lit fireplace infront of the coffee table, giving light to the otherwise dark room. Full mahogany bookshelves lined the wall on either side of the fireplace, and there was a mahogany office desk in the right-hand corner of the room.

They sat down on the couch, Bakura with his feet propped up on the coffee table. "So why do you hate the pharaoh so much anyway? His father was the one who ordered your village destroyed. From what Sneak told me, Yami only retaliated to whatever you threw at him." Ryou asked.

"Sneak? Wait, you went into my memories!" Bakura exclaimed. "Well, it's not like we had much else to do when you took over my body. Which, by the way, is going to stop. We can look for a way to get you your own body, but you will not take over mine without permission. Especially considering that I haven't really been in control of my own body for years. Now, can you answer my question?" Ryou explained calmly.

Bakura growled, but answered anyway. "It isn't like I could get back at the bastard who really had my village destroyed; his son was the next best thing."

"Why not just kill the council? Surely they had to agree to such an act." Ryou retaliated. "I was a kid, I didn't think about that! By the time I could have realized that could have been done instead, I was practically driven insane by the vengeful spirits of my village!"

"Yeah, you did seem to get more and more insane as time went by . . ." Ryou commented. "Why the hell did you lock yourself up in your soulroom anyway!" Bakura asked him in retaliation. "I didn't. Innocence decided that I needed a break, and had one of the other personalities lock me up in my own little side-soulroom. I still haven't figured out who locked me up. One of the few things I had to do in there was read, so I did. A lot. Somehow the room seemed to know what I wanted to read about and supplied books on that subject."

They sat in silence for a minute before Bakura, finally admitting to himself that he was curious, asked "So, What happens to your personalities now that you're out?"

"Most of them will be 'reabsorbed' into me. Though, there is a possibility that some will stay and I'll end up with Multi Personality Disorder. Yet another thing to add to my father's black list. Joy." Bakura growled at the end of Ryou's explanation. Ryou raised an eyebrow at him in question. "I hate child abuse." Bakura explained, "Its one thing to kill a kid, but to make them suffer is despicable." Ryou nodded, not in agreement, but in understanding.

They sat in silence for awhile before Ryou said, "Well, I think it's time for me to get used to being in control of my body again. I wonder how the others will react to my personality change. . ." Ryou's image faded, before disappearing completely. 'Well,' Bakura thought to himself, 'I have a feeling things are about to get very interesting.'