(A/N) Yeah, I know, I should be doing more productive things, not starting new fics, but I want to! And I've got writer's block, on, like, EVERYTHING!

Well, everything except for Triple Thirteen, but that's because it's hard to get writer's block when you're co-authoring with someone. But if that someone doesn't want to talk to anyone civilly, then that's a kind of Writer's Block. So, yeah, this is probably going to get my full attention, at least until I can actually get something else going. But trust me, this will likely stay low-priority, and I'm going to try to make the chapters nice and long, but no guarantees.

This is my first shot at shonen-ai, so, be nice, and if you flame for some reason, have a reason and let me know what it is. KK? K. The pairings are yamixhikari, and no, I am not going into lemony detail. The rating is for future violence, all right?

The entire point of this story is for me to have fun, so, yeah.

When will you people get the message? I do not own Yugioh, or anything else for that matter! STOP ASKING! I'm not doing this again!

Remember:

Bakura to Ryou

Ryou to Bakura

/Yami to Yugi/

(Yugi to Yami)

"This is normal speech"

'This is thinking'

Ryou

It was just an ordinary, every day kind of day. For most people, that meant that the day would be boring, and that they might just go to the arcade with their friends. For Ryou Bakura, that meant that his so-called friends would ignore him, and he would have to check for booby-traps before entering his apartment.

The white-haired hikari sighed, why did his normal day have to be the kind where you dodged insane dangers in a perfectly bored fashion? It just wasn't fair!

Caught up in his rare moment of self-pity, Ryou failed to notice the menacing figures following him through one of the back routs home he liked to use. Well, he didn't really like to use them, but Bakura insisted. Something about pharaohs setting up ambushes and kidnapping helpless, weakling hikaris. Sometimes that thief was just too paranoid for his own good.

Suddenly, there was an explosion of pain as one of the men hit Ryou in the head, in a clinically selected location. These were hired thugs, and it had taken ages for their employer to teach them exactly where to hit someone and exactly how hard to cause them to loose their memory…permanently. Apparently, someone has a grudge against Bakura.

Bakura

Bakura grimaced. What could possibly be taking Ryou so long? School ended hours ago, and his hikari hadn't gotten home yet. Where could the weakling possibly be? It couldn't possibly take that long to get home, even through the alleyways. He sighed, it looked like it was up to him to bring the weakling home. Or at least find out what was taking him so long. He opened the mind link enough to let them talk to each other. It could never be closed completely, but it would take a really strong emotion to make it through the way it was normally.

Weakling, where are you?

There was no response. Bakura sighed, and opened the link further, so he could find out exactly why his pathetic hikari wasn't responding. What he got was bad…Ryou was unconscious. The white-haired yami groaned and pulled out the duplicate Ring.

"Well, shit. It looks like I'll have to go and find him. I'll bet the idiot tripped and hit his head on a wall or something." As he grumbled, Bakura held the duplicate of the Sennen Ring out in front of him and walked outside. "Where is the original?" he asked it. Because he'd used a rather flawed spell when he tried to get his own body, the real Ring would only work for Ryou, he just got a duplicate that vanished when Ryou took the real thing off. Besides that, the stupid spell had had a wave effect, and baka no Pharaoh got a body, too.

time passes…

Bakura had been following the fake Ring for ten minutes, and had missed the start to his favorite show. Where was he? Then he tripped over something and fell flat on his face. Grumbling, he turned to look, and…'Oh crap' he thought.

He'd tripped over Ryou. Who was sprawled out on the ground in a position that suggested he'd been hit over the head from behind. Growling at the thought that someone would do that to his hikari, his property, the pale yami picked his light counterpart up and began the journey home.

Ryou

The young man came to, and was almost immediately aware of a throbbing pain in the back of his head that made thought impossible. He opened an eye, and instantly closed it again. 'Too bright…' he thought. He tried to say it, but all that came out was a low moan.

Without opening his eyes, he slowly sat up, trying not to aggravate his head. He felt around, and realized that he was on a bed. To find out more, he would have to open his eyes. Joy.

Steeling himself for the brightness of the light, he slowly opened his eyes. It wasn't as bad the second time around. He was…in a room. The walls were white that explained why everything seemed so bright. He saw…a desk with a chair by it directly across from him, aside from that, the bedside table with an electric alarm clock on it and the spotless white carpet covering the floor, the room was devoid of anything aside from the bed he was in.

'What…?' was the coherent thought that managed to reach his mind. Where was he, and what was he doing here?

Bakura

Bakura had thrown the mind link completely open the moment he got Ryou home. He'd taken his hikari to his room and tucked him in, on the basis that the pathetic weakling would probably feel better for waking up in a familiar place, instead of that creepy hospital. Hospitals were creepy.

He'd been watching the end of his favorite show…luckily, they'd been showing a re-run, so he hadn't missed anything, when he felt a wave of confusion and panic through the link, along with the impression that it was too bright. His weakling hikari must be awake, so he slammed the link closed and went into Ryou's room to check on him and ask what the hell happened.

When Bakura walked through the door, he got the shock of his life. Afterlife. Entire existence and then some.

Ryou was inspecting his quilt as though he had never seen it before. Which was odd, considering that he was very protective of the thing, only ever washed it by hand, and wouldn't let Bakura touch it, because his mother and grandmother had made it before he was born, just so they could give it to him.

"Ryou, what the hell happened to you?"

Ryou looked up at him, confused. "Are you talking to me?" he asked, completely befuddled.

"Of course I'm talking to you! Who else would I be talking to? Now, would you care to explain exactly what happened, and why I found you passed out in an alleyway?"

"I…I don't know," the pale hikari admitted, "I woke up here, but I can't remember anything before that. So…is my name 'Ryou'? And who are you, anyway?"

'Ryou has amnesia. This is a dream come true! He can't tell me what to do, how to act, what to eat, not to set the Pharaoh on fire…Oh, wait a sec, he can't cook, or clean, and I don't think he can exactly go to school…that means I'll be stuck filling in for him. This isn't a good thing, after all.' Bakura groaned.

Ryou

The young man looked at this stranger. Apparently his name was Ryou, but who was this? 'And why does he look so happy? No, wait, now it looks like he's realized something…now he's not so happy. Maybe it's because I can't remember anything? It's not my fault I have amnesia! Or, maybe it is…I'll just have to ask.'

"Umm…excuse me, but you still haven't told me your name," Ryou hesitantly prompted the frightening individual. He had an air about him suggesting that the only reason you weren't a stain on the carpet is that it would be too much bother at the moment.

"Eh? Oh, right. Amnesia. My name's Bakura. If I ever catch you calling me 'Baku-chan' you'll find yourself wishing we'd never met."

"Oh…" 'Great, just great. I can't remember anything, and the only person I've met is completely and totally insane. Besides, why would anyone call him Baku-chan in any case? That doesn't sound very smart.'

To be continued

(A/N) OK, that's a long first chapter. So…what's everyone think? Should I write more? Should I not write more? If you don't review, I'll probably forget this even exists.