History haunts. It makes a new. Repeats. Never fades; both ancient and new. Now here, stands the girl from history's reign of the ancient past of Egypt. She descends once more with purpose by the will of fate, reincarnated, in body, and soul, though with ancient history drawn into her very being forgotten by sands of time from her mind. But the shadow of it, outdoes the very haunting power of history, as it's darkness hungers for what once was, and by it, shall be. His prized possession shall never escape him. And no king, no entity, shall stop him. ( Yami Bakura & Thief King Bakura/Reader )