Author's Mote: Ryou Bakura could be such a sad man in his early days of his life. When he was young in his heart, he was a depressed and sorrow man that had an enforced fate. His enforced fate was not that known, and his story was trailed to a complete mystery. The mystery of his tale was never unraveled too much and there are still too many questions to know his in-depth storyline alone. What could be the mystery of his tale and why? If there was a case if he had an in-depth tale of his own, this... would be the fact that I pictured within words of my own... of course, don't take it too much account for granted it is that. It is only my perspective alone and you... have your own on what you create and speculate yourselves. I do not know if this could be the case underneath his life, but again, we wished we knew more about his information, and I only give my own way in creativity as to what his story would be like... if he had a full story and if the original Yu-Gi-Oh! ever did continue. I can't say it does or even say it'll conclude the result by next year it'll be announced for 25th anniversary... but wishing the old days of the first Yu-Gi-Oh! to return, but however, a storyline that's more likely that was more than dueling for the stakes. I wanted, at least, alone, wish that there would be a case of something that wasn't answered yet, and more than just the case of just Duel Monsters in focus, which that would be interesting all the same. Every yearly, we know it always focus the next generation in summoning rules every 2-3 years in minimum, but sometimes, there was a wonder if Duel Monsters in summoning rules might come to an end soon, however... I'm not so sure, like I said, again.

So, for this closure of my author's note, the following story comparing to my previous years, might seem different, but yet, it gives a better thought and not so brief in detail.

So...

With that said, see you on the road towards the conclusion of my recent tale.

- RyouBakuraShadow

The Mystery Story Of Ryou Bakura

Summary: The origin story of Ryou Bakura. His intake life in point of view after "Yu-Gi-Oh! The Darkside Of Dimensions". His reflection within his life, but only just for the 25th anniversary after years.

Chapter 1: My Origin

As I think back to the days of youth life, I couldn't help, but to wonder about my years I went through as time got older for me as I sat in my desk station in thought alone. It was only yesterday that I was sitting miserably... yet, invisibly alone and it appeared so bare and empty like by seat. I only returned from after the time I was... gone from my Hikari and I was not acting well of my disappearance. Every once in a twice lunar, no one knows the mystery of my missing, but disappointed in forgotten in such remorse. In sadness and depressed, I was unwell worst... than before comparing to my old times. I was in mute as I wept in tears and woes. I felt so by myself and... no one seems to notice that the life was getting silently in worriment... and... in danger. The corruption of life was worrying me every day.

Every day, I didn't tell my... certain problem among the others, Yugi Moto and his gang of friends... at least, whenever they knew that I was sensed around to them. Every year, it was the same tale over and over in history that I was victimize and accused as a... bad person that doesn't say a word about his feelings and his purpose in life. I was rather to them a mysterious person in question that was unknown to them, a mystery that couldn't get solved... yet, they never wished to try in attempt that they wanted to know what I'm like. It was always the case they said I was a person that didn't seem to make sense for who I am, no matter what I say. I was ignored in dispute, and no one didn't offhand it. I was just a mere shadow to them and sense to think less.

I always in wonder, as I gripped my hands into clenched fist if I'm nothing.

Am I really to be avoided, although I did distance myself for prevention of any harm in their words? What am I defined as in their face?

Am I really that kind of a person that was said to be...

I couldn't urge myself to admit the fill in the blank from what they spoke about me.

Am I really that... horrible to them, in their eyes?

I couldn't resist to snarl under my breath in anger. I'm so tempered about them, the way they treated me every century that I'm some man to believe to be... an evil spirit of the ring. A person to be rid of due to the fact I'm some haunt in life. I must be some person that shouldn't be with them in company... but just my Hikari as an acceptance. Not that I was surprised, and I find it logical that it makes easy because he was visible and not I. Yet, I'm not jealous at this at all. I was not simmered about that he was more of the better person in choice for he doesn't have anything of a fate like my own. I stared deadly at both my wisp hands.

I cannot deny I was different from them, not even a tale that was plain and simple to the point. Reflecting about it made my eyes dilated. I know I'm a dead man, a puzzle that was not confirmed, a lost memory that was fragmented within... an enchanted journal. To explain in simple, it wasn't known that the journal was the cause that enforced me to be in no freedom of rights, no specking in what I wanted to say to them in the very beginning since I met them. The worst fact in the twist was it was not ordinary for a journal, a book that has an attachment to its cover:

A Millennium Eye with a detection red curse.

During my lifetime, it was hard to carry it everywhere I go, no matter what in the next after. It scared me since the first time I had the journal... and that's how it all... fall apart.

I sighed darkly as I... stared at the sky, then glumly lowered my head to cover my eyes in the black underneath my frontal hair. I'm not deceived about this that they even wanted to not bother about my birth and erase about... the lost piece, the truth mystery of life covered within the sand of time itself.

When I remembered the timeline of the origin of my years through time and space continuum, I'll give out it was a frightful experience when I first got born within a forty-five minute on time clock. It was fast speed and there were whispers unknown in echoes that were scattered in parts I couldn't quite understand in ears. I only know it was a scream off in shooting starlight fast lane within a tunnel that was ultimately a price in payment. A scream within the Millennium Eye centered tunnel of teeth like that I traveled with a cry of "help me". The cost of it was the reason I was enforced as well to be spiritual and that's how it all shattered for me. My start broke my heart, my fragile heart to shrink to tiny, to feel less in care for what they've done to me. The others that I find familiar in a gateway that was lost in time wave.

I was horrified in the pitch black, "The Ultimate Yami of Darkness", in other words, the origin of "The Shadow Realm".

"The Shadow Realm" was stated, according to the beginning that I recalled, was not defined why it exists nor understandable to learn other style words from a trace about a book that cannot be at away. It was legend that the words in style like "Yami no Game" to "Yami of Darkness" was found in question mark that was only kept within a clue in the journal of its pages. But yet... It was sad that I cannot answer them from its spellbinding. There was no sense I could do so, but only if solved otherwise until such case. It was even said in told that I cannot give away a key they wanted to know on themselves as well. It was locked forevermore, and I heaved a breath in a pause. In disappointment, they should have thought twice about me and not jump into conclusions for years. If only they listened and just not to frame me or profanity me for who I am.

All those answers...

How could I convince them otherwise about my condition terms? They would have had a key from the journal... and their seek for their origin to look deep in themselves to search their reason of their story origin as well.

Shame, I thought sadistically in honesty. They must be stubborn about what I'm like in refusal, yet... I suppose it's best to be in patience. I can't force it to be my way and I was too nice about it, even be at separate like they wanted from me. If only though my life wasn't consequence in peril and in tragic prophecy that I can't explain.

But the fear of the worst is yet to come... and I'm worried all the same that this was not over.

I am afraid of what's ahead of my future:

The future of what's at on the line and... what will be outcome result in a blur I cannot get over in foreseeing that I bitterly believed to be the end.

[To be continued...]