Corrupted Destiny

{Warning: (Severe) violence, (Mild) crude humor, (Mild-Moderate) cursing, (Moderate-Severe) dark themes}

Hello, bwineylion here! I'll try not to bore you with etcetera stuff, but I do need to say I don't own yugioh. Also I don't make money off this. Well, that was the disclaimer. Please feel free to give advice in the form of reviews.

[Summary]: Ryou Bakura has a sucky life; surrounded by friends, yet always alone. When his father, the last of his family, dies in a freak accident, Ryou finally snaps. Yami Bakura takes this opportunity to teach his host that causing pain is so much better than receiving it. (There will be either no romance or only tendershipping. However if people vote for stuff in reviews, I'll think about other pairings. If no votes are in the reviews, I'll assume nobody wants romance.)

CHAPTER ONE: AWAKENED POWERS

"No! You're lying!" Ryou cried desperately into the transceiver. "We are very sorry for your loss". Spoke the nameless agent on the other end of the phone. However, it was clearly a rehearsed line, indifferent and businesslike through overuse. There was a short message about insurance money that he barely took note of, then a click. The white-haired teen slumped to his knees. It didn't matter that his father was always busy studying pyramids and hieroglyphics. It didn't matter that he was rarely around even on birthdays and Christmas. The Egyptologist was the last person he could call kin. His mother and sister died in a car accident when he was just a child, but now, at only 16 years old Ryou was completely lost, crushed by the asphyxiating solitude.

For a second, nothing happened. Then the house was filled with a cacophony of breaking glass, splintering wood and the screaming of profanities. Ryou smashed a lamp into his coffee table, effectively destroying both. He cursed and spat and threw objects. He punched and kicked the walls until his fists and feet bled. Soon the tidy little apartment was trashed. Furniture was broken, there were small dents in the walls; it was an overall mess. After the chaos was over, the teen sat in the middle of the destruction and wept.

After a whole tissue box later, he started feeling numb and less grief-stricken. He glanced at the small alarm clock beside his bed. It was only 6:30, too early to sleep. Since he was a straight-A student, his homework was the first thing he did when he'd gotten home, and was finished. Yugi and his friends were kind, but they rarely hung out, which he doubted he could handle tonight anyways. Their carefree attitudes would only make him feel more bitter and lonely inside. The only other one he could talk to would be his abusive other half, Bakura. However, the spirit wasn't very conversational that night. Ryou decided he was too emotionally drained to clean his previously spotless home. He got into a pair of sky-blue pajamas and prepared for bed.

Upon waking up the next morning, Ryou's still drowsy mind failed to recollect the past night's events. It was a blissful half-second of ignorance, but as soon as he touched his tear-stained cheeks, the tragedy came rushing back to him. His eyes spilt the tears previously held back by the dam of sleep. What did he have to live for anyways?! Nobody would miss him if he was gone. He was constantly bullied and alone. Why keep suffering when it wasn't necessary? He ran to the kitchen, with joyful delusions that his pain would end soon. He grabbed the largest sharpest knife he could find- a 10 inch cleaver- and raised it to his wrist. He brought the blade to his skin, only for his hand to act on its own accord. It threw the knife across the room, shattering a window.

"Pitiful Yadonushi!" scowled Bakura inside his head. "Lose one family member and you attempt suicide! Are you forgetting I need your body for my ultimate goal?" "Screw your goals, bastard! He was my last family member. Suddenly, he was yanked into the spirit's soul room. His yami threw a brutal punch to the jaw. For the first time ever, Ryou threw a punch of his own, greatly surprising the spirit, and bringing a strange look into his eyes. "What the hell do you know about losing loved ones anyways?!" The look faded. Bakura slammed him against the wall, eyes only inches away from his own. "If you must know" he hissed venomously, "I was seven years old when my home was razed to the ground without warning. My family, friends and neighbors; every single person I knew was slaughtered by the pharaoh's men! Their souls were melted down into gaudy trinkets!" He spat the last word with disgust. "Men were slaughtered, women were raped, not even children were spared! I was the sole survivor of this atrocity, but you don't see me killing myself!" After regaining some composure, he merely grunted and left, forcing a shocked Ryou back to the real world.

He hadn't known a thing about Bakura's past. Was that story even true? If so, he could understand why his yami hated the pharaoh. Ryou brushed his teeth and hair, and ate breakfast. He cleaned and bandaged the wounds he received yesterday from attacking his living quarters. He made a mental note to replace the broken window. Due to the incidents lately, he arrived to school a few minutes late. He had not been punished, to the surprise of the class. Even though he was a model student, Mr. Takahiro never excused a tardy. Apparently his teacher had gotten a call last night, about his father's accident, and didn't want to make it worse. It was an uneventful first hour, but as Ryou was about to leave, Mr. Takahiro called him back to discuss the repercussions of being late. He was still going to get a penalty, but it would be lessened due to the circumstances.

Yugi Mouto hummed cheerfully as he left history. There were going to be new Duel Monster cards at his grandfather's shop. Suddenly he started racing back to the previous class; he had forgotten his textbook in the room. He opened the door slightly, but closed it quickly after catching a glimpse of his friend talking to the teacher. They didn't notice. The spikey haired boy pressed his ear to the door, tuning out the noisy hallway. He could barely make out the conversation. "… heard about your father…" came the older man's voice. "….sorry…your loss…". Yugi gasped, Ryou's father died?

The smaller teen jumped when the door opened. Ryou was facing him, expressionless. He paused. "So, you heard everything?" Yugi stared at his feet, "Sorry, I really shouldn't have eavesdropping. I feel terrible". "It's okay" said Ryou, trying to mask his hurt like he always did, and failing for the first time since his mother and sister died. He broke down, heavy tears flowing down his cheeks. "Oh Yugi, I have no family left! I've never been this alone!" Yugi had never seen his friend cry before. "Please don't cry! I know it hurts, but you're not alone. Not really. There's Joey and Tea and Tristan and I, and so many others! We're your friends, and we can help if you let us." By this time Yugi was fighting off tears himself. He led the taller boy to his next class, which they shared. They needed to fabricate a good excuse for their next teacher, since the bell rang over five minutes ago.

So that's the first chapter of my first Fanfic. I hope you enjoyed, because more is coming and it will get very gory and dark. VIOLENCE IS COMING!

By the way, I couldn't find the actually age Ryou was when his sister and mother died, so I put it at about 8. I also made up Bakura's age when Kul Elna was destroyed, based on educated guesses. Some information is just too hard to find.

Also, I couldn't find any fitting teachers in the show for this scene, so I made Mr. Takahiro. Don't worry, he probably won't even be mentioned again. He is such a minor character, that it shouldn't matter, but I know how so many people hate OCs. He really was necessary for the plot, but if this bothers you, send me a review telling me to kill him off and I will do it.

School is here, so don't expect fast or regular updates. Sorry, but I'm an honor's student.