This story involves, guess what? YOU! Quick Summary: You're kinda talking the place of my OC Yue from another story I'm writing, but all and all, your looks and personality will be different from hers. Your job is to watch over Marik to make sure he won't get into trouble. Bakura lives with him cause he's his friend, so you kinda have to watch him too. Okay, you're all living together, slightly uncomfortable. Yami Marik and Ryou are foing to stop by, won't that be fun?
I got really bored one night and I was in a shipping mood, so I was like, "What the heck." and decided to start a little Yu-Gi-Oh romance.
YOU X YAMI MARIK X MARIK X YAMI BAKURA X RYOU
This is also a different format than my other story. Sorry for talking so much! Lets begin!
'It looks like it's going to rain soon' (Y/n) stared as she watched the gray sky foresight an upcoming storm. 'Better make sure the laundry is in, and all the windows are shut' She closed her laptop and slid off the bed. (Y/n) walked up the stairs to the roof of the building where a few shirts were hung, now dry, and ready to be taken down. Meanwhile Bakura, unaware of the weather outside, was cooped up in his dark room, reading a horror book that was illuminated by a small reading light. Marik was downstairs in the living room, slightly dozing off, while a long hair commercial ran on T.V.
Before long a low roar of thunder reached the ears of everyone in the house. Bakura was startled for a second, where was this strange noise coming from? After a little while he settled down, but it wasn't long until a louder rumble of thunder shook the house. "What is that!?" Bakura questioned himself. He hadn't been in his host's body long enough to ever hear a thunderstorm before, so this was a very confusing thing. [Just roll with it] He clicked off the tiny light and walked out of his room.
As soon as he walked out he felt a slight draft coming from down the hall. " Where could that be coming from?" He questioned. He saw the cracked door at the end of the hallway. 'Perhaps...' he thought. He soon reached the end and peeked through the crack. There at the top of the staircase, was a wide open door letting in the brisk autumn air. 'For goodness sake, the woman can never close doors properly.' He didn't even bother to check to see if anyone was at the top before slamming the roof door shut, locking (Y/n) on the outside. 'Huh?!' She completely dropped the shirt she had taken down and ran to the door.
'It's locked!'
I'm sorry it's short. I wanted to see if I should continue, so tell me your thoughts so far and I'll update.
Thank you!