"Let's get it started – ha!"

The song blasted through the room. It wasn't Ryou's usual taste for music, but he needed something upbeat to clean to. And he had to admit, he was getting a bit into it, his hips shaking as he picked things up from the floor and organized all his papers on his desk. It was a good song to work to.

He wasn't sure what he was cleaning for. He just woke up this morning feeling a bit unnerved, and needed something to take his mind off of it. Cleaning was always a nice escape for Ryou. It was productive and it gave him something to do that was never really "finished." He could work on it for hours, getting into more and more grunt work. He was still on the basics now. It was 9 AM, Sunday morning. He had just finished getting dressed after his shower, and his white hair was still slightly damp.

Ryou's counterpart however, was not enjoying the morning as much as Ryou was. Bakura slammed his hands over his ears inside the Millennium Ring, one eye squinted as if the music was painful to hear. He wished so much that he had a reason to take over Ryou's body, but there was nothing to be done. He instead decided to have a bit of fun.

"Ryou," he whispered. The voice echoed around the room, and all the comfort Ryou felt from his escape vanished. He shook his head, already having planned to pretend he couldn't hear the voice he had so unfortunately gotten used to. "Don't you ignore me," Bakura continued with a harsh tone, "I know what you're thinking, and I know that you can hear me."

Ryou let out a grumble, trying to seem brave. He clenched his fists and turned up to the ceiling, looking around it frantically. "What do you want now?!" he shouted upward. His eyes began to sting from the fear, but he choked the tears back.

"Just shut off that god awful music," Bakura instructed, grinning wildly. This was fun.

"No!" Ryou fought back, slamming his hands over his ears. "It's helping me ignore you!"

Bakura had had enough and he slipped from his current position, dropping his soul into Ryou's desk chair. He crossed his legs and kicked off the ground, spinning to face his counterpart. "I'd suggest listening to me, Ryou." Ryou took a step back. This was the first time Bakura had taken this form in front of him, and it took him by surprise.

"Y-You are... You're me!" he managed to sputter, his limbs shaking. "I-It can't be... I... I'm insane! I have to be!"


A/N: Don't fret, small children. Another chapter will follow and you'll get all your sick and twisted yaoi lemon goodness. D Keep in mind it won't all be voluntary. Because what fun is in "ILU YAMI" "OMG ILU2 HIKARI LETS MAKE HAPPY HYPOTHETICAL MAN BABIES UNF UNF." NO. I like my "Boo, Hikari" "HOLFDIHGd" "-Rapes-" So if you don't... then... I'm not sure our writing styles will agree. ___; But yeah, I already have nearly 2000 words on chapter two, so don't worry- it won't take long to finish up. ...I hope.

Word Count W/O Author's Note: 446 - That feels like an insult.