#unnamedpharaoh

"Now...what do we have here?"

The neko could feel his ears being softly pet and rubbed.

"YEAH! YOU BASTARDS BETTER RUN!" Jonouchi yelled, waving his fist in the air as he looked at the retreating group of men. There were splatters of blood on his knuckles from the punches he had to throw.      

Now that that was over with...

He turned around to look over at his friend who was slumped over on the ground. It had been a while since he had seen Atem in such a state... The last time he had seen it was when the other shared a body with Yuugi. 

Carell Marian: Because he is

Bakura had no clue how this happened.

One minute he was floating around in a familiar mess of shadows and in the next, he was laying in bed with Ryou staring down at him in solid form.

The thief's eyes widened, sitting up immediately before quickly regretting his actions. He groaned, trying not to fall back down again. His entire body felt like lead. "...W-what the hell is this?" He glanced at Ryou with a heavy frown. Where was the Millennium Ring? He looked down at his chest and felt a faint sense of relief when he saw the gold artifact there.

Ryou sighed. "I'm just as confused as you are..." he admitted. "When I woke up again, you were still unconscious on the blimp. You had your own body and Marik was apparently allies with the Pharaoh?"

Bakura's eyes narrowed. "What?!" He practically bristled like a cat doused in cold water. Immediately, he felt the sting of betrayal. How long had he been out?

The younger man nodded. "Yeah... Apparently Marik handed him the last God Card, the Ring, and the Rod..."

Bakura growled. He should have known...! "Marik better hope to the Gods that I never see him again...!" he snarled. "I don't care if he handed over Ra or the Rod to Atem, but he had no business handing him the Millennium Ring!"

The thief expected a response from Ryou, but paused when he saw a look of confusion cross the other's face.

"...Atem? Whose that?"

The thief froze. Did he say that? "...The Pharaoh's name. Atem," he said slowly as if also digesting the words. Suddenly, the Ring glowed slightly against his chest. Images began to float across his mind. Zorc. The Dark Priest. Atem. The Priests. And him: The Thief King.

Ryou immediately leaned forward, placing a hand against the other's shoulder. He noticed Bakura begin to lurch forward, clutching a hand to his forehead. "Bakura...? What's wrong?"

Bakura's breathing became ragged as more and more images of his past began to float over his mind. His pupils constricted and his hands began to shake uncontrollably. His parents. His sister. Kul Elna. Kul Elna! How had he forgotten so much?! He felt like his head was going to explode with how much information was being crammed into his head at once. When he felt Ryou reach out to grip his shoulder, he suddenly shoved the hand away. "D-Don't....touch me...!" he snapped.

The younger man gasped, immediately retracting his hand. "...Bakura?"

After a moment, the former spirit squeezed his eyes shut and panted heavily. "...I-I remember..." he murmured quietly. "...I hate him because his father...he massacred my village..."

Ryou paled. "W-what?!"

Bakura suddenly threw the covers off of himself and scooted to the edge of the bed. "...I need to take a walk..." He pushed himself to his feet.

The former host frowned. "You need to rest! You're still healing from the Shadow Magic!"

The thief turned his head, shooting Ryou a weak glare. "I'm. going. for. a. walk," he growled in a clipped tone. He dared the boy to stop him.

Ryou impulsively bit down on his bottom lip before pulling a phone from his pocket. "...Fine," he relented. He held the phone out for Bakura to grab. "Take this then."

Bakura took the phone and stuffed it into his pocket without a word. He walked out of the room and luckily had the mind to stuff the Millennium Ring back under his shirt before slipping into his shoes. He shut the front door with a loud clack and went into the main hallway. He still felt admittedly sluggish but didn't care as he made his way to the elevator. He needed to go outside. He couldn't breathe in that closed space. He needed to think.

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