Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairing(s): Seto/Ryou, there may be innuendos of others. I like the word innuendo.
Warnings: some possibilities of hetero, NOW TO END-OF-SERIES SPOILERS!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. If I did, I would not be screaming at my poor compy for the inability to get scanlations. My poor compy…
Summary: Another tournament is held in Kyoto over Golden Week. Bakura Ryou accompanies Yuugi, Jounouchi, and Honda there, where they meet Kaiba Seto and Mokuba. Does anyone else see romance coming?
This is my test of whether or not I know Japanese—hee, hee… singing anime characters—etiquette or not. Also, whether or not I can multi-task and watch other anime while typing this. I want my manga. Whistle… scary salivating Some people don't know what I'm talking about and have probably just wasted a minute and a half reading and trying to figure this. Sorry!
Notes: This takes place after the series ends. Hence the spoilers.
When I post this (on it will have been three years, I think, since I posted Yami Ryuu, which was my first Yugioh fic, and first actual shounen ai fic. Yes, I had this planned (Since one week ago).
Insert number here- means that there is a cultural or anime/manga-related note.
Chapter 1-
Ambivalent
Sunday
It was the first trimester of my last year of school when Yuugi-kun invited me, along with everyone else in our circle of friends, to Kyoto with him during Golden Week. The purpose was that there was a national Duel Monsters tournament being held there, and of course Jounouchi-kun would be entering as well. I accepted the offer because I supposed it would be better than spending the week alone with me, myself, and my memories of my other half, as I have been accustomed to for the past year.
Although, I suppose if Anzu-chan hadn't already had other plans with her family for Golden week (they were traveling to Tokyo to visit family), Yuugi-kun would have brought her instead of me. Ah well, why not take whatever bit of fortune is thrown my way? So the people who were going were listed as follows: Mutou Yuugi, duelist; Bakura Ryou, guest of Mutou Yuugi; Jounouchi Katsuya, duelist; Honda Hiroto, guest of Jounouchi Katsuya. At least I suppose that is now the official listing goes. Yeah, since 'mu' comes before 'jo' in the Japanese alphabet, that would be right. And Honda-kun and I would just be tacked on to our respective duelists.
A series of traditional houses were volunteered by their owners to house the Duelists in. This was a very generous act, considering how most Japanese people enjoy their personal space. It was going to be a standard elimination-style tournament as well, nothing so fancy as the Duelist Kingdom or Battle City. The only catch was that you need a special invite to come, so that assured that only the best Duelists in Japan would be there. You can imagine what it was like when Jounouchi-kun received his invitation and brought it to school to show off. I swear he literally leapt in Kaiba-kun's face and shoved it close. Of course, Kaiba-kun, being himself, merely held up his own invite. Jounouchi-kun then made a show of saying how he was finally going to beat Kaiba-kun. After that, I decided to ignore them. This was when Yuugi-kun asked me to come in Anzu-chan's place.
So I suppose this was the reason that I boarded the bus that Sunday, following Yuugi-kun on as the driver checked identifications. I don't think he liked me (or it was another case of gender confusion, whichever) because he stared at me as I boarded and walked past. Do I naturally look suspicious or something?
The bus had six seats per row and an aisle between seats three and four—a standard bus, I suppose. As I sat near the window on the section to my left, I wondered if I remembered to leave tou-san a message on his cell phone, telling him that I would not be home for the week. That's funny, neither would he.
Yuugi-kun sat on the aisle seat near me, leaving a seat between us. This worked well for our carry-on luggage. Jounouchi-kun and Honda-kun took up seats four and five, leaving their window seat open for their carry-on bags. As we waited for our suitcases to be loaded in the cargo area, Yuugi-kun turned to me.
"Bakura-kun, you can scoot over if you like."
"Iie, daijoubu desu, Yuugi-kun." I shook my head and smiled softly, as was accustomed for me, I suppose.
"Okay, you just looked lonely though." He looked at me with genuine concern in that way that only Yuugi-kun can. It makes you really sorry for worrying him.
Again, I shook my head with a smile. "Daijoubu."
I'm surprised Yuugi-kun accepted though. I swear that he hasn't picked up his deck ever since his spirit, the Namonaki Pharaoh (err, I guess he's Atem now) went back to his own time. The spirit of the Ring is gone as well, and all of the Sennen Items are gone. Life has almost gone back to normal. Yuugi-kun is just depressed because he lost the one person closest to him.
I think I fell asleep, because all I did was lay my head down on the window and the next thing I knew, it was evening and Yuugi-tachi was asleep. A few other people were there, mostly trading cards or practice dueling as much as they could on a bus. Insector Haga-kun and Dinosaur Ryuuzaki-kun were towards the back. How is it that they always end up where Yuugi-kun goes? I once heard from Otogi-kun in an email that they had ended up in the American slums (or ghettoes, as he called them) and he had to save them. I had to laugh about that, but I do wonder how they got there. -1-
I heard from Yuugi-kun that Ryouta-kun had turned down the invitations, as had Mai-san. Ryouta-kun was about to head out to sea and Mai-san had found a boyfriend, much to Jounouchi-kun's dismay—he always did have a soft spot that we weren't supposed to know about. No, we were supposed to ignore his blatant yelling, reckless deeds, and innuendos of profession. I wasn't there in America, but I heard stories… mostly about a Baron or Varon or Balon or something like that. I, being Japanese, would pronounce it "Baron" no matter what. From what I've been told, he was some guy who's just like Jounouchi-kun in mannerism that professed affections to Mai-san.
Who else is there to mention? I've mentioned getting a letter from Otogi-kun, but other than that, his DDM is taking off in America like a storm. Jounouchi Shizuka-chan is still living with their mother and cheers her brother on, visiting very often. Honda-kun tends to take Otogi-kun's absence to his advantage, but still none of his advances work (unless you count Jounouchi-kun attempting to strangle him positive, which it can be sometimes).
Malik-kun, Isis-san, and Rishido-san stayed in Egypt, of course, but I haven't heard from them since. I hope they're all right. I'm sure they are. They're probably leading their little lackeys in a revolution of Tomb… guardian… ness… stuff. Or they've integrated themselves into society because there's nothing left to guard.
Yami Bakura, as people had taken to calling him, is gone. I don't know if I'm sad or happy. I'm kind of stoic on the subject. It feels like a hole in me is missing. I just sit back and remember that I once found myself in front of Kaiba-kun's house and he (Yami Bakura) wouldn't tell me why I was there. Of course, Kaiba-kun found me and kicked me off the premises after wondering how I got on without the security system going off. He was even more estranged when I couldn't (in his opinion) logically tell him why. Mokuba-kun believed me about the Yami Bakura explanation. That was one of the few better memories, and I cling to it. He understood me, at least.
Speaking of Kaiba-kun and Mokuba-kun, they will probably both be there. In fact, they're probably there now after riding in on a nice, shiny jet or helicopter. Sometimes life just isn't fair. Actually, I'm surprised he was coming. Yuugi-tachi, while in America, had a Kaiba Land USA (Kaiba Corp. Grand Prix) tournament there with yet another villain trying to… do something evil… and Kaiba-kun couldn't duel due to work. That was his own tournament, too. -2-
Kaiba-kun's still been distant, despite Yuugi-kun's attempts. He still runs Kaiba Corp., and is still making deals with American corporations. As far as I know, there haven't been any assassination attempts as of late, because Mokuba-kun, who is much more social than his older brother, has not asked Yuugi-kun for help.
Then again, I heard from Yuugi-kun that Mokuba-kun has been feeling pretty messed up after some stuff that had to do with a… Kaiba Noa? It was explained to me, but I zoned. It doesn't concern me, even if it was pretty sad at the end. But I was dead at the time. But if he does feel depressed because of that, he's pretty good at hiding it.
This thought process ended just as we entered Kyoto. I turned to Yuugi-kun and shook him awake. He mumbled lightly to me and opened his eyes. "What? Huh?"
"We're in Kyoto."
"Nn." He nodded. "Arigatou."
Within five minutes, Jounouchi-kun and Honda-kun were awake and stretching, and the other duelists were stirring as well, the ones that had been asleep, at least. The ones who had been awake the entire time were shuffling their stuff together. We may have not gotten any verbal mention from the driver, but the sense that we were about to arrive at our destination came over us like the fabled sense of impending doom. Just, hopefully no one would try to kill anyone else this time. That would be nice. Maybe then I won't end up dead again. Sorry, animal instinct of self-preservation kicking in there.
The bus pulled into the stadium area, where there were groups of local people waiting, presumably to pick up their houseguests. There were also people that you could tell were duelists right away. A duelist, especially one who is, and knows not out of ego, that they are good always carries themselves with a sort of… I wouldn't say swagger, but just a way of holding themselves. Yuugi-kun does it, Jounouchi-kun does it, and Kaiba-kun does it. I'm pretty sure that Yami Bakura did it as well, but I never exactly saw what he did with my body.
That came out wrong.
There was an elderly woman with a sign saying "Domino" written on it in katakana. All of the Domino duelists (but not all the duelists that were on the bus, so obviously we had stopped a few other places while I slept) made their way to that woman. She counted us. The Domino people included Yuugi-kun's group that came and Haga-kun and Ryuuzaki-kun. She bid us to follow her, saying that her house was not that far.
We had been walking, I in silence and the others chatting, when Namakura-san, as we found out her name was, exclaimed suddenly, "Oh!"
"What is it?" we asked, fearing that she had hurt herself or something.
"I'm afraid that I can only fit three per room," she said apologetically. "One of you," she pointed at us, Yuugi-tachi, "will have to either sleep with them," insert a point to Haga-kun and Ryuuzaki-kun, "or the other two guests."
We looked at each other. We already knew that none of us were sleeping in the same room as those two, so it was decided that it would be with the other two. Now the question was, who?
Feeling the oddball out all that time, I volunteered myself.
"Are you sure, Bakura-kun?" Yuugi-kun asked. He really was a nice person, he sounded sincere!
"Un," I nodded. I didn't give a reason, but I knew that Jounouchi-kun needed his boost of confidence from being around Yuugi-kun, and Honda-kun… well, Honda-kun probably needed to pick on Jounouchi-kun.
I should have known who the other two were. I'm surprised that they let me room with them. Okay, the younger one would be happy, and that was probably the only reason, besides courtesy, that the older let me. After all, it wasn't his home, was it? He couldn't demand that no one stay with them when the nice lady was loaning out her home, now could he?
Wait; couldn't he have rented the entire floor of a hotel?
"Wait a second… who else is here that wasn't on the bus?" Jounouchi-kun asked suspiciously. This is when it started dawning on us.
"Um…" She looked at her sheet. "Kaiba Seto and Kaiba Mokuba."
Oh great. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
I was not in a good mood by the time we made it to her house. It was not Namakura-san's fault. It was the prospect of sharing a room with the elder of the Kaiba brothers and the fact that Haga-kun and Ryuuzaki-kun were reminding Yuugi-kun and Jounouchi-kun for what I swear was the eighteenth time that they would exact revenge for the America thing, which I was not around to witness, so I was merely confused. I really wished Anzu-chan was here—she would have slapped them. Jounouchi-kun and Honda-kun threatened to, for sure, but they didn't listen.
Namakura-san pointed us to our rooms. The hall, I guess it would be called, was situated like many traditional houses and outside under an overhanging roof. Maybe it's more of a long porch. My room was the one on the farthest left while Yuugi-tachi was in the middle. The other two had the far right. Farther left led to a room that I suppose was the dining room/kitchen area. We bowed gratefully to her.
I walked up to the sliding paper door, holding by suitcase, and called, "Hello?" I didn't want to disturb my roommates if they didn't want to be, now did I? No, that would be suicide.
The door slid open and the tall, blue-eyed classmate of mine that I would be sharing too many hours of Golden Week with greeted me.
"Konbanwa, Kaiba-kun." I bowed shortly and awkwardly. Damn it, I know I just disrespected him! -3-
"Hn." He said shortly, no indication of surprise or contempt, just pure monotony. This is surprising, because it is near impossible to get actual stoicism, especially when your peace was just disturbed by one of the people in the world you want to see the least.
"Aa? Bakura-kun!" Mokuba jumped up from his laptop on the sleeping mat on the other end of the room, smiling. Nice to know someone appreciated my presence. "So you're rooming with us?"
"Un." I nodded, slipping of my shoes and stepping inside timidly. "Konnichiwa, Mokuba-kun. I hope it's not a problem that I'm here…" I trailed off, feeling bad. What if it was a problem?
"Iya." He grinned and shook his head. He looked at his brother, whom I heard no sound from.
I looked around the room briefly. There were three sleeping mats—Mokuba-kun had claimed the one furthest left already, and I assume the middle one was Kaiba-kun's, so that left me with the right one. Oh joy. Someone kill me now.
No. I could have sworn I heard the spirit of the Sennen Ring answer. But no, he didn't exist anymore in this time and I did not even have my Ring anymore. That fell down a deep chasm with all the other items. Remembering, my chest suddenly felt light, and not in a good way. There was a longing there, and I did not really know why. I will never find out, either.
Yuugi-kun once took me aside and told me of a conversation that Yami no Yuugi, or Atem, -4- and he (Yuugi-kun) had once. That he, the pharaoh, and my spirit had the obligation that they must protect us, their hosts. He said it was not just out of necessity, but also out of emotion. I find the first part of that logical, but not the second. For Yami Bakura to have emotion would be shocking. I know he was human at one time, but even more than Kaiba-kun, he has given me no reason to believe that he is capable of such emotions. I mentioned this to Yuugi-kun, and he shook his head, mentioning that in their duel against one another on Battle Ship, Yami Bakura had truly been worried that I would die. This left me ambivalent; of course Yami Bakura had denied it. I really don't know what to think about the thief's spirit anymore.
I think he told me this so that I would think of the spirit in a better light now that he was gone, but it just confused me more.
My thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the wooden frame of the door. It was at this time that I noticed that I had been standing there, staring at a wall and the only noises had been the Kaiba brothers' fingers tapping on the keyboards. Kaiba-kun had a table and chair brought in, and this was his workstation.
I opened the door. Yuugi-tachi was standing there.
"Bakura-kun," Yuugi-kun said, "Namakura-san says that she cooked for us all." Oh wow, she sincerely was a wonderful person.
I shook my head. "I don't feel like eating now."
"Yuugi-kun!" Mokuba-kun ran up next to me and I opened the door further. "Jounouchi-kun, Honda-kun! Konnichiwa!" He waved, grinning.
"Konnichiwa, Mokuba-kun." They waved back.
"Yuugi-kun." Kaiba-kun and Yuugi-kun nodded at one another. I've noticed that Kaiba-kun and Atem never used honorifics for one another. This, rather than use for a close relationship, was more out of respect for one another. It was an awe-inspiring sight sometimes, to see them facing one another, tension mounting and to be able to tell that they saw one another on equal planes. That was what dueling should be. However, it was not inspiring at all what usually came after. He turned to Jounouchi-kun "Make inu."
"Teme!" Jounouchi-kun yelled, ready to pounce, had Honda-kun not grabbed him. This was the plus to having Honda-kun here—he can handle Jounouchi.
A note on what I said earlier: Kaiba-kun has regressed back to calling Yuugi-kun just that, honorific and all, after Atem left. I think he lost a reason for dueling, even if he still does once in a while, after the Pharaoh's leave. He no longer hosts tournaments and challenges no one. All of them have lost the will to duel until now. It was like a spark lit inside of them by Atem's presence has just diminished like a candle blown out by a strong wind.
"You should put a leash on him." Kaiba-kun turned away from the door.
"Um…" I'm sure I looked both exasperated and apologetic.
"I think I'll come to dinner." Mokuba-kun stepped outside and put on his slippers. -5- They were a dark violet blue, like his eyes. Oh look, there's Kaiba-kun's! Blue. I needed to get mine out of my suitcase, didn't I? I've been walking around in my socks.
As Mokuba-kun left, leaving Kaiba-kun and I alone, I closed the door and went to retrieve the said slippers. They were on the top of the pile of clothing. I put them near the door and returned to my mat. Orange really does clash with blue.
It was silent, except for the sound of typing. What the hell was he doing, anyway? Stocks, probably. I never actually got how the stock market worked. I could BS it for tests, but that's about it. Ah well.
After sitting and letting my eyes wander for a few minutes, I decided to go into my backpack and pull out our reading assignment for the week. The essay was in English. I don't like English; it's such a confusing language. Take the word 'were' for example. The textbook said that it is used for placing plural nouns in past tense. However, you do not say 'you was,' you say 'you were.' Unless 'you' are plural people like Yuugi-kun and I, it just doesn't work. 'You all were' I can understand, but singular 'you were'? As I said, a confusing language.
Don't get me wrong, though. I liked the essay itself; I just wouldn't mind reading a Japanese translation. Thoreau's Civil Disobedience is a twenty-four page (in the book I own) essay about the author's act that landed him in jail. It was a small thing—not paying his taxes—but he did it so that he, personally, would not be funding the war that America was having with Mexico at the time. This set a trend of nonconformity so that even Gandhi referenced this act in one of his speeches.
I wonder if Kaiba-kun has already read it. I know that due to the tournament, Jounouchi-kun will be asking Yuugi-kun for a summary, and he would have tried to get his summary from Anzu-chan, who would refuse to tell him, saying that he should have done his homework for himself. This would lead to their asking me. Honda-kun may get some of it done, assuming that Jounouchi-kun does not get in too much trouble.
Thoreau essayed against conformity and government. I liked that.
I still didn't like my English class.
"How far are you?" A low voice asked me. I looked up, and Kaiba-kun was looking at me. I swore my heart stopped. Kami-sama, he was looking at me with no dejecting feel to him! This was momentous! Scary to the point that I was about to have a heart attack because my heart was about to beat out of my chest, but momentous!
" 'Under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a just man is also a prison'." I stuttered this out, my English not anywhere near what the young man in front of me was no doubt capable of.
"Hn." He turned back to his computer. I didn't expect him to say anymore. "I have to reread it this week. I haven't read it since I was fourteen."
Oh, that figured. It really did. I didn't mean to sound sarcastic, but it did figure.
"I think Thoreau has the right idea, though." I commented, feeling a little braver (or possibly suicidal). If nothing else, I could always run out of the room, yammering like an idiot, and hide behind Mokuba-kun for the rest of the week. "Why should you have to physically support something that you feel is wrong? Because someone tells you to?"
This must have sounded strange coming from me because he raised an eyebrow. I must admit that I do look like the one who would conform to anything and everything thrown at me. I certainly was used to it; Yami Bakura has controlled me since I was very young. Hell, I should have been the one calling him Master, not the other way around. I still found that almost funny. My show of opinion must have meant that I was developing some of his qualities. Oh, fun. Next thing you know, I'm going to be stealing stuff for the fun of it and putting little children into comas.
"And democracy… is it really all that can be done with government? Is there nothing else that can be changed to make it better? I mean, I know that it's different from his point because various points of democracy changed over time and it's a little different from our version of it, but…" I trailed off.
He was silent for a few moments. "There is always a change that can be made to anything having to do with humans. They are always imperfect, especially when it comes to expressions of ideals and emotion." He made eye contact with me, and his eyes had a different light in them. It wasn't his defiant look that he gets around Yuugi-tachi, but more of a look of someone who knows that they can change something, but yet they can't. I wondered how many times he'd felt that sense of hopelessness. I felt a blush rising to my cheeks as I looked at him, both of us sort of frozen there. My heart sped out of control. Why was I the one stuck with him when he decided to act out of character? Maybe he was doing this for the sole purpose of scaring me off!
I ducked my head suddenly, breaking the spell. I was conscious of the fact that he was still looking at me, but then I felt his gaze turn and I gave a silent sigh of relief.
What was that? I felt like my heart was going to burst, and it began to hurt as it slowed. I couldn't get rid of the blush on my face. What was it? It scared me, whatever it was.
I couldn't comfortably move out of the room now, though I desperately wanted to. If Yami Bakura were still here, I'd let him take over and do whatever the hell he wanted, so long as it got me out of the room and did not conclude in irreversible damage. That last condition slowly began to fade, though, as seconds ticked by.
The sound of typing resumed. I opened my book slowly. Things weren't back to normal. I didn't think they ever would be.
Why didn't I go to dinner with Yuugi-tachi? This entire thing would have been prevented. I wouldn't be scared now. Why was I scared? I had no reason. The young man here wouldn't hurt me, and I knew this, even if he was more than a little intimidating. But this wasn't the same fear I had during that one segment of the Yami Bakura versus Yami no Yuugi duel when I was so close to death. This wasn't that fear, this was something else. I don't know. Shit, what's wrong with me?
Stupid yadonushi.
Yami Bakura, I wish that you were here. I really did now, even if it was just to insult and to harass me. Even if you were to attempt harm upon me, your presence would comfort at least a little. And it's for the reason that you would take over my body, too. But not only that, but with you here, I was able to waste my life, to speak bluntly, by doing and saying things I'd never do otherwise (though I never exactly took this opportunity). I knew that you wouldn't let your precious host die, even if you could just call to some other poor child and control them.
Why are you gone?
Kaiba-kun stopped typing. I felt my head barely registering this because it felt so light. When did I lie down? My head was on the pillow. My index finger was firmly planted in the book to save my page and I could feel my eyes closing. It was all barely registering now. I was going to fall asleep in this ungraceful opinion, curled up like a five-year-old, holding a book. I had no energy to get under the blankets either. Crap, I was not getting sick, was I?
Well, at least it's Golden Week—I shouldn't freeze.
Oh well, just give up. Resistance is futile. Cows go moo.
What the?
Sleep.
I like blankets.
Sleep.
My book… where is it? I think I lost my place. Ah shit, such inconvenience.
Potty mouth! Potty mouth!
Sleep, you damn fool.
Blankets are nice.
Sleep…
Monday
Kaiba-kun snores. It isn't loud, and was more like just deep breathing, but he does. Or to correct myself, he makes oral noises while sleeping.
Get your minds out of the gutter.
I woke up the next morning quickly. I bolted up. Mokuba raised an eyebrow at me. "What time is it?" I slurred.
"Eight." He answered. "You fell asleep early last night."
"What time?" Ow, my head. Light.
He shrugged. "You were asleep when I got back from dinner, and that was around seven." He furrowed his eyebrows. "You aren't sick, are you?"
I shook my head. "Just tired. School." I looked around. Kaiba-kun was still asleep on his back.
Mokuba-kun noticed me looking. "He didn't go to sleep until five this morning. I checked how long his computer's been idle." Well, I guess that's as good an indicator as any.
Kami-sama, how the hell does he do that? Kaiba-kun not getting sleep, I mean.
Mokuba-kun chuckled. It was more light and happy than that of his brother's. "You looked comfortable though. You had the blanket pulled over half of your head. It looked like a giant cocoon."
W-what? But I just fell asleep. Mokuba-kun didn't cover me and Yuugi-tachi couldn't have because they had been with him. That left…
I felt my face redden deeply. Not only did I just fall asleep in front of one of the wealthiest men in Japan, but he also tucked me in. Oh kami-sama, I was too embarrassed to move.
I looked at his face. It certainly is less intense when he's asleep. I wondered what he dreamt about. They couldn't be nightmares; he looked too peaceful. His eyelids were shut tight, but looked so delicately closed and his breathing was deep and slow. His arms were by his side, but they were relaxed. What was he dreaming? How could he look so peaceful? Was he human?
This was different from the reason I wondered prior to this. Before I would wonder because he seemed so inhuman and more like a demon with his anger, his ego, and his vengeance. But now this complete change confused me. Was this the same person?
I was staring. I just realized this, but I was staring at him. I'd been staring at him and still was. I felt the same fear rise up in me from last night. Shit. Someone help me.
Why?
As you have noticed, I use the honorifics and stuff like that.
kun is standard for boys and some females and notes an equality in status.
chan is standard for females and some males (usually family members or close friends… I don't get the non-family guy side of it much) and notes equality in status.
san is what you add for someone older or higher in ranking or status than you (an exception being if they're friendly enough to allow you to call them otherwise)
sama is a high honorific used for someone of great respect (like Seto's employees say to him or Mokuba saying "nii-sama")
People usually call each other by their surnames (or last names, I suppose you could call them…). Generally, you would only use a given name if they were family, close friends, lovers (though not always), or something like that. If they are not family, then I suppose permission is usually granted to use someone's first name. I don't know specifics and I seem to always find exceptions… I don't know all of the rules, so blah! But definitely something about equality.
Iie, daijoubu desu: No, it's okay
Namonaki Pharaoh: Nameless Pharaoh
Konbanwa: Good evening.
Iya: No (informal)
Make inu: Pathetic dog (Another nice name of Seto's for Jounouchi)
Teme: A way of saying 'you' that is insulting in that it is more… informal. But not an informal that you use with friends. That's how I've seen it, at least. Roughly can be termed as 'you bastard'.
Yadonushi: King's property—this is what Yami no Bakura called Ryou, at least during series 2 and the manga, I believe. Series 1 I don't know. But it has a none-too-subtle hint that Yami no Bakura thinks highly of himself. Also add that he says 'ore-sama' for 'I' instead of just 'ore' and… blah.
1- That was probably some of the funniest stuff I had ever seen. The Daatsu story arc that WB has started on… (this chapter was made over a year ago, thank you) But somehow, Haga and Ryuuzaki managed to stow away in a big bag to America on a plane.
2- Oh, the KC Grand Prix arc… stupid Vivian. It's the arc after the previously mentioned one, and the whole purpose is that Seto and Mokuba hold a tournament in Kaiba Land USA. Mokuba handed out invites, so of course Yuugi and Jounouchi were there. However, Seto couldn't duel cause he had too much work and a white suit that looked horrible on him. BURN IT! But the villain, Jikku-sama, has pink hair and is completely immodest—he strips in front of his servants. Stupid Vivian… she's hitting on both Yuugi and Seto at the same time… growls Then Leon! He's so kyoot!
3- In Japan, the lower and longer the bow, the more honors that it gives to the person being bowed to. A short bow would be very casual, and an insult to people that you barely know.
4- At the end of the manga, I believe Yami no Bakura goes bye-bye and I know that Yami no Yuugi goes back to Egypt. Also, all the Items are destroyed. And Yami no Yuugi's name is Atem. I've just killed everything for y'all, haven't I? I WARNED YOU!
5- People in Japan wear slippers in houses, leaving their shoes near the door.