A/N: I know, I know, it's a sucky title. But it's a true one. This story is gonna be about Ryou and his bad luck. But don't worry, there's gonna be good things too, I promise. It's yaoi! Yay!
Disclaimer: I disclaim Yu-Gi-Oh! And Choco Pops.
The Misadventures of a boy named Ryou
Prologue
Once upon a time in a town far away there was this sweet little boy named Ryou Bakura. But Ryou wasn't as much a boy anymore, getting closer to adulthood with every passing day. Just now, he was stuck in the woeful thrives of puberty; his moods swinging from ecstatically happy and joyful (often labeled his sugar-high) to mopey and depressive ('the Dark Cloud over Domino') to cranky and annoyed (a.k.a. Mr. Sourpuss). And not to mention the hormones…
But back to the topic: Ryou was a pretty boy, a real bishie, with his long snow-white hair and innocent chocolate eyes. He had pouty lips and a cherubic face and a most wonderful personality; always sweet, always caring and always patient (except if he was on the aforementioned sugar-high).
And this sweet little boy that was more like a young man had a pretty decent life: good school grades, a well-decorated apartment and a soulmate. And although his soulmate was an ancient Egyptian spirit who almost exactly looked like him, safe the evil hair and the evil tendency to scream in the middle of the night, rant when he had banged his head on the kitchen cabinet – which he himself had left open after getting out the Choco Pops – again, curse for all the he was worth (and inventing new words the English, Japanese or even Egyptian dictionaries had never even laid eyes upon until now in the process), kill things he Did Not Like and eat raw meat (yes, Yami Bakura was disturbing like that), Ryou had taken a liking to his darker half.
Continuing, Ryou had other, pretty decent friends: a small and friendly boy named Yugi Muto, who also had an ancient spirit sharing his soulroom (and bedroom, to be more exact, but that's not the matter at hand) and multi-colored hair that topped even Bakura's evilness. Score one for the short, innocent boy!
Second there was Yugi's darker half, Yami. He was the tall, dark and handsome type. Suffering a severe case of buckle-fetish. And though he sometimes took on that I'm-the-Pharaoh-of-Egypt-so-you-can-just-kiss-my-cute-little-ass-routine, he was not at all a bad lad. A bit smug sometimes, but not bad.
And then there was Jonouchi Katsuya. A hyper-active, silly but charismatic young punk full of bashing ideas to get their little clique into trouble. He had a big mouth and a big appetite, but – truth be told – not so big a brain. Or maybe he just pretended to be unintelligent, because some of his idiotic plans held a touch of brilliance to them. Because they always seemed to get Ryou in trouble.
Somehow, misfortune always found its way into Ryou's life (especially when he was out with his friends) and he did not like it.
So, this is his story.
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Next up:
Chapter One: Tight situations
Ryou is forced to wear leather pants for one day, and Does Not Like It.
"I must say you look… interesting," ~ Marik