A/N: Bakura first appears in Ryou's body. I don't know what age Ryou is that time, and the details are skimped out, but I hope you understand. Bakura appears when Ryou is reading a fairytale book, by the way.
Disclaimer; I do NOT own Yu Gi Oh
Summary: Bakura appears in Ryou's body for the first time.
Wand Innocence
'- A wand,' he thought, a smirk quickly spreading across his features. 'Now why in the world would I need that?' He glanced down at the Millennium Ring; the gold glinted in the fluorescent lights, as if winking back at him in a malicious grin which seemed to match his own.
He threw back his head in a bout of insane laughter.
The fairytale book of fairies his host had been reading about a minute ago lay discarded on the ground after his careless toss of the paperback. He stood from his cross-legged position and stretched a bit, he felt quite cramped, for some reason, being a 3000 year-old spirit and being trapped in a piece of jewelry did nothing for his backbone.
He smirked as he began to address the whimpering voice in his head.
Who a-are you? The voice he recognized as his voice simpered softly from a small corner he had pushed him into.
"You shall address me as Bakura-sama from now on!" The figure ignored his question as he grinned, his shoulder-length hair seemed longer and spikier than it had been, the fang-like grin stretched wider.
He spun around to monitor the room, it was devoid of any other signs of living things, it was apparent his host thrived on being tidy, well he would change that soon.
He scoffed at the multitudes of fairytale books, the boring striped clothes and the drawers filled with thousands of mementos.
He picked up another fairytale book after ensuring it was not the same one as he had just seen. The pages were filled with pictures of winged women twirling in colourful dresses waving stick-like objects with a star attached. He flipped the pages, applying from his host's memories the correct way to use these…these 'books'.
"Pfft." He scoffed as he tossed aside the pathetic paperback to one side, he remembered ancient Egypt where he had seen that stupid stuck up Priest brandish a real wand. The Millennium Rod. Now that had real powers.
Turning his attention to the dresser in another corner of the room, he picked up a 'photograph', a captured moment in time where it showed a face he recognized as his host and the other one, a girl. He searched his host's memories…her name was 'Amane'.
He studied his host's face and compared it to his own in a reflective piece of slab which showed his full-body. He frowned, Gone were his muscles, abs, tanned skin and scar, in it's place was wimpy shoulder-length hair and doleful eyes and pale white skin.
He quickly changed the eyes to a flaming crimson red, but could do nothing about his other features. He growled under his breath. He had turned into some kind of albino freak.
He plopped down onto his host's bed and lay on the bed facing the ceiling; he pondered his existence for a mere 30 seconds before everything started to come back to him.
His thoughtful gaze quickly changed to that of an insane murderer as he let loose another evil laughter.
Soon, the Pharaoh would be dead and the world was his to take over with the great Zorc.
Still laughing maniacally, the figure slowly morphed back into a small trembling figure hunched over. Tears began to falls as his doleful eyes swept the room, ready to gather any mess that…that…monster had made.
As he stood slowly rubbing his eyes, he bent to pick up a discarded partially damaged fairytale book. He opened it to the page he had been reading and with a melancholy look on his face and his lips slowly turning down, he realized not even magic wands could help him.
The End.
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