Insert Disclaimer here: I own no part of Yu-Gi-Oh. No part of it at all.

This is my first fanfiction, so getting sued for it would really put a damper on my creativity…

"I never thought I'd grow old… not after thousands of years of immortality…" the once yami Bakura whispered to himself as he leaned against an old cherry blossom tree.

The sun was starting to set on what would have been Ryou's sixtieth birthday, if he were still alive. The old man's hand's fumbled in his long robe. It all started a little over forty years ago, on a starless night much like this one. It pained Bakura to think about it, but on nights like these, there was little else that he could do.

Little else that he wanted to do.