My Fair Yami - Chapter 1

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

The whole story will be in Bakuras POV.

I wouldn't say I am a bad person. Maybe just a small part of me is bad. All right, a whole lot of me is bad. I can't help that though and hey, I can't say I mind it either. I am what you would call a 'Yami' or a dark half if you prefer. Interested? Well you should be for I am one heck of a guy. I am the shadows, your nightmares but if necessary your ally. Don't hope too much for that last one though because I don't think the term suits me.

I live in a sleazy neighbourhood as it's all I can afford. I have a job and all, it's a hell of a job, but apparently you need to keep the person alive or on this miserable planet get paid. I can't help that I send them to the shadow realm if they piss me off, it's their fault anyway. Half the time I steal what I can from stores and bodies that I 'find', it keeps me going so I don't mind. Half the people around here find me intimidating and it's highly amusing to watch their faces morph into fear as I walk by. The other half however seem me as competition. Though I can't say they put up much of a fight. Nearly all of them end up dead before they even have a chance to fight back. Some gang members they were.

I suppose you're also wondering about me. Well I'm not going into much detail but I'll explain what's going on right now.

I'm on the job right now, I've been sent to get info out of a guy from this gang I couldn't care less about. So I'm in work uniform, black trench coat to suit my personality. It also makes me look more muscular since I'm quite lean. I never do it up though, that ruins the image I go for. When I walk, the bottom of the coat blows in the wind making me look more like a ghostly figure than an actual person. Alongside the trench coat I wear a blue and white horizontally striped shirt. It's quite tight fitting but under the coat you don't tend to notice I tend to wear lightly coloured skinny jeans since they contrast to the coat adding a more pale hue to my even paler skin tone. Adding even more to the ghostly look I'm going for, apparently it's highly intimidating.

Do you know how hard it is to monologue and interrogate someone at the same time? I'll just kill him; I think I have enough info.

Great now my hair has blood in it. I tie it up for this exact reason but the guy had to go and squirm. I hope it doesn't go pink like last time. That's one of the problems with having white hair and killing people. You look a lot less menacing if you have pink hair; luckily I have enough of a reputation that people wouldn't think of me any differently. I hope I get the money this time, then again I guess 'hope' isn't a good word for a yami to be using I guess a better suited word would be expecting. I'm expecting the money this time because I got info out of the guy.

I turn to leave pulling the hair tie out as I go. It probably looked like one of those really cheesy hair commercials but with the blood on my hands I guess not so much. I pulled out my phone and texted the big man the job was done. Knowing him he would phone me any second or ask for a paper sent over. I want the call more I hate paperwork. Here we go, just like I thought, a phone call. I press the green phone button smearing a little blood onto it and hold the phone to my ear.

"Congratulations White, you actually did a job right for once."

White is the name he calls me since in this business you tend not to use your actual name.

"Tell me what you got from him."

I sigh. "You know, It's probably better I don't tell you when I'm walking through a crowded street."

I heard a slight growl on the other end of the line and I try to reason with the guy.

"Look I'll let you know when I get back to my place as long as I get money this time."

"You will get your money sent to your account White. I need that info though"

I was about to say something in return but I was left with a long beep telling me the big man hung up. He's not the nicest of bosses but he pays well when he actually decides to pay you.

I look up, not realising I was looking down in the first place. I had already made it out of the market and towards my so called 'home'. I wouldn't call it a home more like a shelter from the rain. You see, I tend to have this problem of not looking after things. If you drove past it you would assume the house was abandoned. The fence at the front was broken and had nails sticking out in a poor attempt to fix it. The grass in the so called 'front garden' was turning yellow and there was a rotting bird kicked off the doorstep obviously been killed by a cat or something. The house number had long since fallen off and was just a faded patch where it hadn't been painted on before. This is most likely why it was so cheap on the market.

I pushed open the door since the lock was broken. Why bother wasting money on fixing it when you can just leave a portal to the shadow realm there if no one's in. The place was in even more of a tip than he left it, must mean he's home. I slam the door shut to let him know I'm home and hang up my coat. Maybe I did need to add a new coat of paint or something it's peeling everywhere. I sigh and head to the bathroom to wash the blood off my hands and find that the water is freezing even from the hot tap.

I growl and shout "Did you use all the bloody hot water again Marik?!"

I hear a shout back "Yeah, what about it?"

I choose to ignore him and wash the blood off my hands with the cold water. I look at myself in the mirror and hold my hair out to see that not much blood has actually gotten into it. Thank Ra; I can survive with blood in it for a bit longer. I wash off what's left of the blood on my face and dry it with a towel. I should probably go send the info to the big man. I can't be asked to get all formal and such so I'll just send him a text. That should be sufficient right.

I leave the bathroom to go set up a snack, the kitchen is just opposite the bathroom so it shouldn't take long. That's probably another reason why the house was so cheap, it only has 4 rooms; the bathroom, kitchen and front room and then upstairs is a small bedroom. Since I bought the house I get the bedroom and Marik gets the couch. It's funny because he's taller than me and his legs hang off the end so far they touch the floor. I suppose an explanation of Marik is in order. Well, he is also a 'yami', obviously not as great a yami as me but that's beside the point. He's quite a bit taller than me and I can't say his hair makes him any shorter. That sunflower of a hairdo could have your eyes out, seriously, how he styles that is beyond me. It sticks up in all directions and somehow he doesn't look like a toilet brush. It's probably the weird fringe. It sticks vertically upright and springs out either side of his face. Though being a tanned man, blonde hair suits the guy. It's not bright bleach blonde, more of a dirtier blonde than that. This guy also has muscles and has a well-formed 6 pack too; he doesn't even work out, the lucky bastard. Half the time I come in he's in boxers with a purple curtain tied round his neck. He says it makes him look threatening but in underwear it really doesn't. If he went around wearing a cape with what he normally wears I doubt he would look menacing. The guys an idiot, but I can't say he's not scary when he wants to be.

I watch him as he walks into the kitchen. He's wearing his normal cargo pants except they're a faded black instead of beige.

"You make any money today then Bakura?"

"You can't say much Mr I-don't-have-a-job." I reply as I take a bite of my sandwich.

He chuckles. "You know I'm working on a make money quick scheme and, I think this one might just work"

Now it's my turn to laugh "Enlighten me then"

"Right so we need a CD player and a mix tape of all these awesome dubstep songs. Then we get a gun and as you know in this society it should be easy"

I must have blocked him out then because that idea is just stupid. How are you meant to make money from that? Looks like he's stopped talking better tune back in.

"That would never work Marik and you know it."

"Hey you come up with an idea then!"

We must be the worst yamis ever bickering like an old married couple. Well I wouldn't say we were the worst yamis, there is one I know that doesn't even live up to the title. The guys too preoccupied making sure his 'Aibou' is all right that he hasn't even had enough time to make sure he is too. Probably hasn't harmed a guy since Yugi tricked him into following the friendship gang. Ra those guys are annoying. He couldn't even remember his name, he can now but we still just call him Yami. He prefers it for some reason. Maybe I'd like him more if he actually was a yami. Ok that's a lie I'd never like him but the idea isn't half bad.

"Why don't we try to make Yami more of a 'yami' again?"

Marik pondered for a moment "Yami would never agree to it."

"We can get to the finer details later this idea is genius"

"Explain how it's mean to get money then wise guy"

Oh, right, I didn't think about that. How do we get money? I suppose it would have to be put into a bet if we could do this or not. Who do we know that has money, oh no… not him.

"We turn it into a bet of course."

"With whom exactly?"

There was quite a pause. "Kaiba." I declared proudly.

There was and even longer pause.

"Kaiba!? He won't agree" Marik finally came up with.

"If it's something to do with Yami he normally does"

Marik made a face of agreement.

"How do we get him though?"

"Don't worry I'll sort it out."

"I'll leave it to you then"

I will probably have to go up to Kaiba Corp. itself, the odds that money bags would actually answer his phone to me is very slim. Stupid C.E.O's and there schedules for work. I leave the jacket this time and leave the house in the direction of the building. That man is so full of himself; the size of Kaiba Corp. itself would probably explain the size of his ego. His hair is like a brown lamp shade cut to fit his head. And what was with that green hair stage? The guy is freaky tall and will never back down from a challenge set by Yami. Rivals, I'll never understand them. Does he even have emotions? If he does he never shows them other than, stuck up my own ass, neutral and I hate every single one of you. And yes they are all emotions.

I head up to the gates and grumble as I press the button to enter. Some annoying secretary with an extremely cheery voice answers. I tell her I'm here on behalf of Yami and to let me see Kaiba. She was reluctant at first so I 'persuaded' her. All right, it was more like threatened don't judge. But I got in and that was all that mattered to me. I'm so glad this place had a flipping elevator seriously. If I had to take stairs I would end up killing a bitch once I got there. And I have one certain bitch in mind.

I don't bother knocking his door, it's not like he would have noticed anyway the guys so busy engulfed in that bloody computer. If I lean on his desk he will notice me. Hey, I was right! Well he looks pissed, as per the norm.

"What do you want?"

"I'm here on behalf of Yami and he wo-"

"Tell me the truth"

I roll my eyes.

"I want to make a bet."

His eyes narrow significantly, closes his laptop and does that weird hand thing where you rest your nose on your hands and look broody.

"Why should I make a bet with the likes of you?"

I smirk.

"Because, I make great bets and I'm such a lovely person to be with."

His turn to smirk, though smirks don't suit him as good as they do me.

"What kind of bet?"

"Me and Marik think we can make Yami a true Yami again. Right now he's been brainwashed by shrimp boy and the friendship gang"

Is he chuckling at me? Holy Ra Kaiba is showing major emotions. Help!

"You'll never be able to convince Yami to join you, let alone leave Yugi's side. You're making an idiotic bet."

I grin at him.

"Means it would be easy for you to win then"

"How much do you want to put at stake?"

"I'm in need of a better house. I'm sure you can get me one."

"It's not like you are going to but in the minute chance that you could possibly win, I will get you a new house"

"Good, if we fail you can have our current one"

Kaiba looks horrified this is amusing.

He finally answers "Fine if that's all you have to offer I'll take it. I'll give you a month to 'convert' Yami"

I must have looked pretty satisfied because Kaiba told me to never set foot in his office again. He must have a fear of emotions or something. I run home laughing as I go past the horrified secretary.

I slam open the door and see Marik, finally with a shirt on, sat at the kitchen table.

"Hey Marik! We got ourselves some work to do."