Chapter 2
RESONATING EXISTANCE

I opened my eyes and saw a black void with purple smoke flowing through the air. I saw a person who looked like me, but with a darker look. He was wearing the same clothes and everything, though he was a bit taller than me. I stood up and he looked at me while grinning.
"So, my new vessel is you huh? You have much more sinister thoughts than your father"
"W-who are you..?" I looked at him, I wanted to be frightened, I felt that I should be frightened but his presence made me feel safe, it made me feel secure and I felt that I could trust him, even if I didn't want to.
"Don't you remember me? You've heard about me so many times, you're wearing me at this very moment, maybe this will make you realize" He put his hand on my forehead and suddenly a dark shadow resonated within me. I felt a memory rush of a life again, but not the same memories as before, I was still that person, but this time, I "remembered" how the town had been attacked by thousands of soldiers, seizing criminal and innocent people alike. I was hiding from them, I had gone to a sand canyon where me and my friends had played before and cried and was frightened while all the people were being captured. I heard their screams for help and I couldn't take it anymore so I ran to the town, where I all I saw was blood, sand wet from tears and fires which had burnt down house after house. I saw tracks in the dirt, I ran after the footsteps the closer I approached the end, I heard the screams of en, children and women alike. It was horrible… I snuck inside to see what happened in there. I saw the most terrifying sight of my life. There was a deep hole, boiling with seeping gold. People were forced to stand in a line, the soldiers were pushing down people into the hole, the soldiers had blank looks in their faces. How could they? I saw a child who tried to run to his mother further back in the line, the mother tried to run to him. The child almost reached her but then the soldier grabbed him and threw him into the hole, the mother fell to the ground in tears and refused to walk, so a guard stabbed her back. Right through it and he broke off the spear and left it inside her as he threw her dead body into the hole and spat at it. Why? Why would anybody even do something like this? I was staring at them, frightened, as I saw men trying to beat up the guards as the soldier but they just rammed the spears through their arms or anything, you could hear the screams from every direction. Some guards threatened to throw the children into the hole if the parents wouldn't but after they had jumped in to save their child, they threw down the children so they saw their child also fall to the hole, bathing in the boiling gold until their body had been reduced to nothing. There was a single old man that wasn't in the line that actually had an expression. He was wearing a robe… it was the clothes of royalty. In the memory, I had heard of him, he was the pharaoh's brother. I almost threw up when I saw the small body pieces that had been accidently sliced off in the line was being throw into the hole. I tried to walk out of there, traumatized, I would never forget that sight in my life, I want to kill the one who did this! I walked a few steps, but then I saw a guard who was stepping a young girls head with his wooden sandals, her head was mashed. You could see the blood seeping out from her head on to the sand and the brain had been smashed into a disgusting pile. All of it with the same blank look. I screamed in terror, forgetting that that he could easily notice me. The girl who's head he had broken was a childhood friend of "mine". He looked at me with his blank look and called for the other guards loudly. He grabbed my neck and took out a knife and held the edge above my right eye. I closed my eyes in fright and he carved down slowly. The intense pain was horrible. I opened my eyes when he had carved down to my chin and all I could see was the blood covering my eye. I panicked and kicked his stomach so he let me go, and I ran, ran away… Frightened of what could happen if they caught me and how they might rip me limb by limb and throw me into that huge hole…

He let go of my head and my conscience suddenly returned to my body.
"Y-you're Thief King Bakura…" I felt like throwing up, but this was just a world within my mind and I could do no such thing. I just felt sick; I held my hand to my eye like I was searching for the wound that the guard had given me. But then I looked at him and I saw that his clothes had changed. He was wearing a red, long coat and a blue skirt. The scar was on his face. Not mine. I understood it; he had gone through more pain than I had ever. He had to live after that entire torture, after seeing everyone he ever knew and loved, burnt and boiled alive.
"Yes. I am, you know how I feel, but only a fragment of it. I have gone through more intense pain than you ever have in your entire life, I will give you a taste of it every once in a while like now. You want to be my vessel, then you need to feel the pain I have."
"But why... Why would they even do something like that? They burned down your town and killed that many people… Why would they do that? What would they accomplish by doing something like that?" I was overflowing with rage and fright. To have to live through something that horrible, there can't be anything worth that much pain…
"They used their souls to create the Millennium Items… all to protect their petty nation. They called themselves a land of peace and justice but they didn't hesitate for a second to brutalize my entire village." He had a disgusted look on his face as he looked beyond, as if he was thinking about the people who he saw get brutally murdered.
"W-wait, but I didn't hear it like this when my father told me about this incident… He had told me you tried to destroy the wo-" He sighed while I was talking and put his finger to my forehead and I had another memory rush. I saw from the moment he dueled with Kaiba on the top of a building to when he was Zork and got defeated by Atem. But there was something odd about this, I had heard the exact same story several times by my father, but it never justified his reasons for doing so, now I could feel all the thoughts he had while he was doing this, and I tried to question the ways he did it, but for some reason, I felt that he had full rights to do this. They had wronged him and forced him to go through so much pain and despair, so didn't they deserve this? I pondered on this for a while, thinking that the memories he had given me was only a fragment of what he had gone through, I was already traumatized by the memory where his village was killed and to know that so much more happened after made it all the more clear why he wanted revenge. I sighed and looked at him.
"So… you want me to help you do what?" I looked at him questioning and when I asked that, he looked pleased and held up his ring
"The story that you heard was that Millennium Items were destroyed right? But that isn't the truth, they were indeed erased, but the hole which they fell into was a deep trench of darkness into another world. That world had been fully sealed off; nothing could return the Millennium Items to the outside world. Or so I thought. I had been destroyed, shattered, forced to have my soul in the shadow realm, but a fragment of me was still like a thread between me, your father, and the Millennium ring. I couldn't move anywhere and was doomed for damnation, but somehow, the Millennium Items had been moved to a third world, not ours, not the sealed off one, a world which I had never known existed. With the blockade between me and the Millennium ring gone, I could finally return to life in this world by connecting my soul to the ring and then to your father so I had a vessel." It was a complicated explanation, but from what I understood, the Millennium Items had returned to somewhere and then because the Thief King had a connection to it, he could be resurrected into the ring. But there was something still bothering me.
"First off, why did you choose to come to this world then? And second, why… Why did you choose me to become your vessel now? My father was said to be the reincarnation of your body which was why you were able to control him like that."
"It is because I feel the presence of the Millennium Puzzle closer in the direction which you call "Dual Academy". The closer we get, the stronger the signal gets. The signal is weak, but it's something at least, I want to get my revenge on the one who destroyed my plans and is the son of that damn pharaoh who used the items forged from the souls of my village to protect his own interests!" He had snapped and looked at me with mad eyes. It was a frightening sight, his bloodshot eyes were staring straight into mine and before I knew it, his clothes had changed into the same as mine again, a long black coat and a white shirt with blue stripes. My father had given me these clothes; it was weird to see him in the same clothes as me.
"I will help you get revenge… No matter what I have to do… You made me see the most frightening sight in my life and I want to take revenge on whoever did this to you." I was determined. I am usually never like this, but that sight was so terrifying, I want to punish and destroy whoever did this to him. It was their fault that his life turned out like this.
"Good. You're determined, I will always be here in your mind, our souls are merged to the point where I can connect with your mind at any time, I will destroy that Yu-Gi-Oh. We might have to kill people, take peoples souls, do anything we need to do to take our revenge on him. Oops. We're running out of time I see, your conscience is returning, I am grateful for your co-operation." He chuckled and seemed less frightening as me grinned widely at me.
"Wait, when will I be able to talk to you aga-"

Before I could end my sentence, he flicked my forehead and I flew backwards endlessly and suddenly I was in my own body. I remembered everything. I knew it wasn't a dream.