Ryou Bakura, Ringmaster Extraordinare

By dark-angel-rising

Chapter 1

Ryou Bakura considered himself to be a level-headed, calm, and rational person. However, had someone come up to him a year ago and told him that he would soon be possessed by an evil Egyptian spirit, he would have promptly told that person, (politely, mind you,) to check in to the nearest mental hospital. Now, said evil Egyptian spirit was draped over the couch, watching TV and stuffing his face with Cheetos. How lovely.

"Bakura," Ryou said, pulling his backpack off and dropping it on the floor. "have you even moved since I left?"

The white-haired spirit looked constipated in deep thought. "No, I believe I was lying on my stomach when you left."

Ryou rolled his eyes.

"Well, I'm gonna be upstairs working on homework –" He was interrupted by Bakura.

"You do that."

"Can you please make dinner?" He asked, making his way to his room.

"Nope."

"Bakuuuura…"

"NO! I will not cook for you! It's the other way around you stupid mortal!" Bakura snapped angrily, no longer staring at the tv like a braindead idiot.

Ryou rolled his eyes again. "Well, if I'm such a such a 'stupid mortal' surely I would screw dinner up…"

"Yeah, you're right maybe I should – NO! I will not be tricked by you! I will not make dinner!"

Ryou sighed in exasperation. "Let me put it this way, either you make dinner, or you live outside in the dumpster in the alley." Fear crept into the Thief King's eyes.

"You wouldn't dare."

Ryou stalked up to him looking downright menacing, his eyes glinting in the light.

"Try me."

"EEEEK! What is that!" Ryou shrieked like a little girl, falling off his chair. Bakura looked confused by his hikari's actions. Stupid sissy hikari. He thought to himself.

"Dinner."

Ryou glared at his yami. "How many times do I have to tell you! The rats that live in the sewer are not for eating!" Bakura looked adorably confused again. (A/N: Author sighs happily and starts dancing around.)

"These aren't rats. It's broccoli casserole just like you told me to make. Now eat up." He placed the plate covered in unidentifiable black stuff in front of his hikari.

Ryou made a face. "Let's just go order some pizza."

Author's Note –

I'm sorry this is kinda short, but I swear I'll update soon and the next chapter will be much longer! I promise!

Sorrin: Y'all better enjoy this, she made me stay up the whole night.

DAR: (smacks her) Oh shut up and eat your stroganoff!

Sorrin: Muse abuse! Muse abuse!

Bakura: Ugh, why am I sitting in a smelly basement!

DAR: You're here to help Sorrin with my story. And my basement doesn't smell.

Bakura: Sorrin's the cat-chick in the cage, right?

DAR: Yup.

Sorrin: I agree with you, this basement really does smell.

DAR: It doesn't smell!

Bakura: Yup, it smells like feet.

DAR: Blame my brothers.

Bakura: Feh.

Anyways, uh, review!

DAR