It had been eight years since his sister died; that was why it was hard to remember her face sometimes.
It had been three thousand years since his sister died; that was why it was hard to remember her smile sometimes.
His mother had died shortly after his sister did, unable to bear the loss of her favorite child; that was why he didn't remember what she looked like.
His mother had died in the horror of that massacre so long ago; all he remembered of her was a soft voice whispering 'Hide, miew."
Sometimes he couldn't remember his own name, or words that people spoke to him, or what country he lived in, or even what year it was.
Sometimes he found himself talking to the darkness of an empty room in words he didn't recall the meaning of, only to realize it was Japanese.
He knew he had had a sister, but what was her name again? Amane?
He knew he had had a sister, but what was her name again? Ahwere?
What was his name? Why couldn't he remember? Where had the memory fled? Where had it disappeared? Who was he? How old was he? Where had he come from? Where was he going? Where had it all gone? Who was he?
Oh yes, now he remembered...
Now he recalled, even just faintly...
He was the great Thief King Bakura, late enemy of Pharaoh Atem, thief extraordinaire and possessor of the Sennen Ring.
He was Bakura Ryou, second year high school, the greatest Monster Word DM ever, and possessor of the Sennen Ring.
He was... the same person.