Author's notes:
Standard Disclaimer: Audacity and Zoo do not own Yu-gi-oh!
For those who do not know who we are, this is Audacity and Chibizoo, ready to
attempt a fanfic together. It will be in the standard one-author-does-a-subsequent-
chapter format, so be on the lookout for sudden changes in writing style and the such.
Having said that much, onto the fic!
Zoo: ^_^V I'll start off this fic this time, so enjoy!
WARNING: Do not try reading this fic with the thought of 'canon' or 'plot' in your
mind. Your brain will shut down on you.
**************************************
Chapter 1: Tangent
"And ye shall be Evil."
The figure being talked to shook his white-haired head in confusion. "But I'm
not evil." He protested in a soft rebuke. "I-I don't want to be Evil."
The God, the source of all things Good and Evil, the Creator, sighed. "You
don't get it do you?"
Said white-haired figure shook his head meekly. "Uhmm… no?"
"Thought so." Having concluded that much, the Creator brought his palm to
his forehead, rubbing it up in down in a sign of exasperation. Since he was _the_
Creator, this gesture was considered symbolic. "Have you ever tried being Evil?"
Another shake of the head. "Not exactly."
"A ha!" The balding Creator stood up in triumph. "Then why wouldn't you
want to be? It's the perfect idea! You, the seemingly innocent person, is actually an
evil sadistic maniac who plans to take over the world!" The Creator spent a few
moments revelling in his absolute genius.
The white-haired figure sweatdropped. "But," he began, only to be cut off by
the omniscient Creator once more.
"In times of celebration, you need to enjoy yourself," the Creator began, "You
know, smile a bit more." He thought for a moment. "Well, actually, you need a
name."
The nameless character was past the point of protesting and simply nodded.
"Okay." The Creator eagerly rubbed his hands together. This again was very
symbolic. "I shall call you Ryou."
"Ryou." the figure repeated, closing his eyes to say the name over a few
times. "I like that name."
The Creator, referred to by greater deities as Kazuki Takahashi, nodded. "Yes,
it was the name of my pet hamster." He suddenly began to bawl, tears spilling on the
clean white sheets of paper he was talking to. "My poor Ryou! It was tragic how he
died! I cried for days!"
If the white-haired figure could sweatdrop any more, his hair would be limp.
"Uh… I'm sorry?" he began, trying to sympathize.
Kazuki then sat straight up again. "Then it's done! You're name is Ryou
Bakura and you are Evil!"
"But I can't be Evil!" Ryou argued, "I don't want people to hate me!"
"Oi," The Creator rolled his eyes, "What it with this goodness stuff? I assure
you that Good is highly overrated."
"But-"
"Fine!" Kazuki Takahashi crossed his arms irately. "You can have an 'evil
spirit' living inside you, okay? Then, people will hate the spirit and love you!
Happy?"
Ryou thought of it for a moment. He then thought of the implications.
"Uhm… if you have an evil spirit that no one knows of, then aren't you going to be
considered Evil anyway?"
"I'm working on it." The Creator grunted. He paused, scribbling down a few
notes in the margin below Ryou's image. "Okay. I'll make you have a magic charm of
some sort. Lessee… ah ha! A Millennium Item!" There was a pause as Kazuki
cherished his name-creating genius. "You will have a Millennium Item that houses
and evil spirit!"
Ryou was still dubious. "Aren't you trying to talk about a Trading Card
Game?"
The omniscient Creator's eyes glinted with ambition. "Watch me."
*******************************************
Ryou was having a bad day. Correction: his currently wonderful day was
being spoiled by bad events.
First, he had woken up late. Second, he had missed his bus. And third, his
Yami was yelling at him yet again.
The Yami, also known as Ryou's "spirit within the Millennium Ring", was
currently spending a great amount of time complaining. Ryou wasn't exactly sure
where the other got his complaints, since the Yami spent most of his time inside his
mind (termed for convenient purposes a 'Soul Room'); but nevertheless, the other had
a _lot_ to complain about.
//And what do I hear when I wake up?// Ryou's Yami, Yami Bakura, ranted.
//You, screaming "I'm late" at the top of your lungs. As if I didn't have enough
problems sleeping already.//
Ryou briefly wondered if Yamis even slept. Well, now he knew. He then
briefly wondered why he even wondered that, only to wonder why he wondered why
he wondered why… and so on.
/Yami?/ Ryou began, addressing the other spirit. He waited until his Yami had
hushed somewhat. /Do you enjoy being evil?/
Yami Bakura snorted. //Do you enjoy being good?// he retorted.
/Yes and no./ The white-haired boy replied truthfully. /You can try your
hardest to be the nicest, sweetest, kindest person there is, but you will always make a
mistake./
The Yami snickered. //Whoever said that mistakes were Evil? Maybe,
mistakes are Good and the so-called righteous things are Evil.//
Ryou spluttered. /That doesn't work at all! I mean, what about Love and
Justice and Truth?/
There was a long pause.
//Ryou?// Yami Bakura began, very slowly and morbidly. //I think you have
been duped.//
/What do you mean?/ Ryou was taken aback by his Yami's statement. It
couldn't be- there was no way-
//Yes.// The Yami stated in all seriousness. //There is no such thing as Good.//
Though Ryou said nothing, one could almost hear the "Nooooooo!" plus the
shattering of glass in the background.
//I haven't finished yet!// Yami Bakura glared, though it remained a wonder
how a disembodied voice could glare. //There isn't such a thing as Evil either. They
were just words to convert us into mindless animated idiots.//
Ryou debated on stating the obvious. It was a pretty hard struggle. /I see./ He
began, /Then what is there?/
Here, the Yami smirked. //Well, for starters, there is you, and there is me…//
*****************************************
Yuugi was having a good day. That means, that nothing termed 'bad' or
'harmful' or 'malicious' had happened to him yet.
The short spiky-haired protagonist walked down the streets, humming an
abstract tune to himself. It could have been the ABC's or "Twinkle Twinkle Little
Star" or "Baa Baa Black Sheep", but since his mind was closed from probing, the
tune will remain nameless and abstract.
A sudden blur sped across Yuugi's vision, coming to an abrupt halt right in
from of him.
"Yuugi!" The once-blur panted, white hair slightly frazzled.
"IthinkI'mgoingcrazybecauseIjustdiscoveredthatthereisnosuchthingasGoodorEvil!"
Yuugi blinked for a second. He then paused, digesting the sentence. "Oh!" he
finally stated brightly. Another pause. "Again?"
Ryou nodded numbly. "I can't take this anymore! I mean, I see you, and
you're so… so Good! You make Good good for heaven's sake!"
Somehow, Yuugi saw the capitalization in the first Good, not the second. "But
I'm not Good." He began slowly. "I'm Yuugi."
"Yeah, but you are a Good person!"
"And so are you." Yuugi nodded. He then began moving around Ryou. "Good
bye."
"No! Wait!" Ryou lunged towards the smaller boy, tackling him. Both figures
tumbled onto the ground, ending up in a very compromising position. That is to say,
Yuugi was lying on the cemented ground, and Ryou was lying on top of him.
And it happened to be just then that Jounochi popped around the corner.
Naturally, when the blonde saw Ryou and Yuugi, he wasn't too pleased. It was
probably because he had a major crush on Yuugi. The blonde immediately sped
towards the site in an enraged snarl, pulling Ryou off Yuugi and grabbing the white-
haired boy by the shirt.
"How _dare_ you!" Jounochi frothed, shaking Ryou a few times for the added
effort. "How dare you prey on such innocent, unsuspecting people! I've had enough
of your evil ways, Yami Bakura!" Having said that, the blonde-haired youth grabbed
Ryou's Millennium Ring and tossed it onto the ground.
Ryou blinked. "Uhmm…" He meekly began. "I-I did-"
"-It's okay Ryou." Jounochi sympathized. "I understand your 'situation'." The
blonde then winked at Ryou before pulling Yuugi off and leaving with the short boy.
Ryou blinked again. He then picked up the Ring, hoping that Yami Bakura
wouldn't be too pissed off with being thrown around like that.
***************************************
The doorbell rang.
Malik ignored the sound. His fingers were currently stuck knitting the next
loop, and he didn't want to loose his concentration.
The doorbell rang again.
The Egyptian's fingers slipped. "Crap!" Malik then glared angrily at the door.
"You better make it quick!"
Naturally, Malik kept his door unlocked. It was just a Malik thing to do. The
door creaked slightly before opening enough to reveal the figure of a soaked white-
haired boy.
"Sorry." Ryou apologized, wet hair creating a miniature puddle around him.
"D-did I interrupt you at a bad time?"
Since it was Ryou, and Malik didn't mind Ryou's company, the Egyptian bit
his tongue from stating the obvious. "No. Come on in." He then did a double take on
Ryou's bedraggled state. "Actually, don't come in. I'll get a towel."
The white-haired boy nodded, watching Malik run upstairs. He continued to
stare in this position until the Egyptian came back downstairs with a purple towel.
"Oh thanks." Ryou muttered absently, drying himself with the towel. "The
weather's just been crazy today."
"You like it?" Malik beamed, "I made it myself."
"The weather?!?"
The Egyptian facefaulted. "I'm talking about the towel!"
"Oh!" Ryou glanced at the towel. It had a big smiley face on it. Underneath it
were written the words 'I'm happy in my Reality so ha ha ha'. "Yeah. It's very nice."
the white haired-boy replied absently, "Anyway, I came here to ask you a question."
"Okay." Malik crossed his arms. "If this is about my gender preferences, I
assure you that I am very strait."
"You spelt 'straight' wrong." Ryou informed, "But no, it's not about that. I-"
"-Wait!" Malik interrupted. "It's not about the sleepover incident at the gay
bar, is it? Well, I didn't do it! It was my, uhm, Yami! Really!"
"… No." Ryou was getting slightly disturbed now. However, he refused to let
that stop him. "I just wanted to-"
"-And no, I am not gay!" Malik stated loudly. "I do not find hot men
attractive." The Egyptian then noticed his own error. "Oops! I mean, I-"
"-Will you please listen to me?" Ryou shouted, now sick of getting
interrupted. "I wanted to ask you if you were Evil for heaven's sake!"
The blonde Egyptian stopped blabbering aimlessly. He then stared at Ryou as
if the other had sprouted an extra arm. "Evil? I'm Evil now?"
"Then, you're Good?" Ryou ventured, not quite understanding what Malik
was getting at.
Malik shuddered. "No. Hell, no. But that doesn't make me Evil either."
"So, it's true then." Ryou concluded with a sinking heart. "There is no such
thing as Good or Evil."
"Well, it depends." Upon seeing Ryou's blank look, Malik elaborated. "You
see, we each have our own beliefs. For instance, I can believe that God exists, and you
can believe in Buddha. Now, if we took this one step further, and said that I can only
believe in things I want to believe in, then, I have constructed by own Reality. Think
of it as seeing things only the way you want to see them."
The white-haired boy stared at Malik blankly. He continued to stare until the
blonde Egyptian scowled.
"You know," Ryou began, "You're a lot smarter than I would give you credit
for."
Malik raised an eyebrow. "What made me stupid in the first place?"
"I dunno," Ryou shrugged. "I just assumed that all Evil people were wrong,
and therefore stupid."
"Well, in my Reality, I am very smart, so there's nothing you can do to change
it." Malik smiled. He then thought for a moment before adding in "Ha ha ha" for the
sake of it.
Ryou sighed, rubbing his temples. "Let me get this straight. Good and Evil
only exist in people's Realities?"
"In your Reality, maybe, but not mine!" Malik crowed gleefully. "I have
decided that I am now a purple cow."
Much to Ryou's embarrassment, the blonde Egyptian began running around
the room screaming "Purple Cow!" at the top of his lungs. The white-haired youth
decided that it was a good time to leave. Well, maybe an evil time. He really didn't
know now.
One of these days, he would have to boycott the Bible.
*****************************
End notes:
Ah hah... I have none. *thud*
TBC, in some random way...
Standard Disclaimer: Audacity and Zoo do not own Yu-gi-oh!
For those who do not know who we are, this is Audacity and Chibizoo, ready to
attempt a fanfic together. It will be in the standard one-author-does-a-subsequent-
chapter format, so be on the lookout for sudden changes in writing style and the such.
Having said that much, onto the fic!
Zoo: ^_^V I'll start off this fic this time, so enjoy!
WARNING: Do not try reading this fic with the thought of 'canon' or 'plot' in your
mind. Your brain will shut down on you.
**************************************
Chapter 1: Tangent
"And ye shall be Evil."
The figure being talked to shook his white-haired head in confusion. "But I'm
not evil." He protested in a soft rebuke. "I-I don't want to be Evil."
The God, the source of all things Good and Evil, the Creator, sighed. "You
don't get it do you?"
Said white-haired figure shook his head meekly. "Uhmm… no?"
"Thought so." Having concluded that much, the Creator brought his palm to
his forehead, rubbing it up in down in a sign of exasperation. Since he was _the_
Creator, this gesture was considered symbolic. "Have you ever tried being Evil?"
Another shake of the head. "Not exactly."
"A ha!" The balding Creator stood up in triumph. "Then why wouldn't you
want to be? It's the perfect idea! You, the seemingly innocent person, is actually an
evil sadistic maniac who plans to take over the world!" The Creator spent a few
moments revelling in his absolute genius.
The white-haired figure sweatdropped. "But," he began, only to be cut off by
the omniscient Creator once more.
"In times of celebration, you need to enjoy yourself," the Creator began, "You
know, smile a bit more." He thought for a moment. "Well, actually, you need a
name."
The nameless character was past the point of protesting and simply nodded.
"Okay." The Creator eagerly rubbed his hands together. This again was very
symbolic. "I shall call you Ryou."
"Ryou." the figure repeated, closing his eyes to say the name over a few
times. "I like that name."
The Creator, referred to by greater deities as Kazuki Takahashi, nodded. "Yes,
it was the name of my pet hamster." He suddenly began to bawl, tears spilling on the
clean white sheets of paper he was talking to. "My poor Ryou! It was tragic how he
died! I cried for days!"
If the white-haired figure could sweatdrop any more, his hair would be limp.
"Uh… I'm sorry?" he began, trying to sympathize.
Kazuki then sat straight up again. "Then it's done! You're name is Ryou
Bakura and you are Evil!"
"But I can't be Evil!" Ryou argued, "I don't want people to hate me!"
"Oi," The Creator rolled his eyes, "What it with this goodness stuff? I assure
you that Good is highly overrated."
"But-"
"Fine!" Kazuki Takahashi crossed his arms irately. "You can have an 'evil
spirit' living inside you, okay? Then, people will hate the spirit and love you!
Happy?"
Ryou thought of it for a moment. He then thought of the implications.
"Uhm… if you have an evil spirit that no one knows of, then aren't you going to be
considered Evil anyway?"
"I'm working on it." The Creator grunted. He paused, scribbling down a few
notes in the margin below Ryou's image. "Okay. I'll make you have a magic charm of
some sort. Lessee… ah ha! A Millennium Item!" There was a pause as Kazuki
cherished his name-creating genius. "You will have a Millennium Item that houses
and evil spirit!"
Ryou was still dubious. "Aren't you trying to talk about a Trading Card
Game?"
The omniscient Creator's eyes glinted with ambition. "Watch me."
*******************************************
Ryou was having a bad day. Correction: his currently wonderful day was
being spoiled by bad events.
First, he had woken up late. Second, he had missed his bus. And third, his
Yami was yelling at him yet again.
The Yami, also known as Ryou's "spirit within the Millennium Ring", was
currently spending a great amount of time complaining. Ryou wasn't exactly sure
where the other got his complaints, since the Yami spent most of his time inside his
mind (termed for convenient purposes a 'Soul Room'); but nevertheless, the other had
a _lot_ to complain about.
//And what do I hear when I wake up?// Ryou's Yami, Yami Bakura, ranted.
//You, screaming "I'm late" at the top of your lungs. As if I didn't have enough
problems sleeping already.//
Ryou briefly wondered if Yamis even slept. Well, now he knew. He then
briefly wondered why he even wondered that, only to wonder why he wondered why
he wondered why… and so on.
/Yami?/ Ryou began, addressing the other spirit. He waited until his Yami had
hushed somewhat. /Do you enjoy being evil?/
Yami Bakura snorted. //Do you enjoy being good?// he retorted.
/Yes and no./ The white-haired boy replied truthfully. /You can try your
hardest to be the nicest, sweetest, kindest person there is, but you will always make a
mistake./
The Yami snickered. //Whoever said that mistakes were Evil? Maybe,
mistakes are Good and the so-called righteous things are Evil.//
Ryou spluttered. /That doesn't work at all! I mean, what about Love and
Justice and Truth?/
There was a long pause.
//Ryou?// Yami Bakura began, very slowly and morbidly. //I think you have
been duped.//
/What do you mean?/ Ryou was taken aback by his Yami's statement. It
couldn't be- there was no way-
//Yes.// The Yami stated in all seriousness. //There is no such thing as Good.//
Though Ryou said nothing, one could almost hear the "Nooooooo!" plus the
shattering of glass in the background.
//I haven't finished yet!// Yami Bakura glared, though it remained a wonder
how a disembodied voice could glare. //There isn't such a thing as Evil either. They
were just words to convert us into mindless animated idiots.//
Ryou debated on stating the obvious. It was a pretty hard struggle. /I see./ He
began, /Then what is there?/
Here, the Yami smirked. //Well, for starters, there is you, and there is me…//
*****************************************
Yuugi was having a good day. That means, that nothing termed 'bad' or
'harmful' or 'malicious' had happened to him yet.
The short spiky-haired protagonist walked down the streets, humming an
abstract tune to himself. It could have been the ABC's or "Twinkle Twinkle Little
Star" or "Baa Baa Black Sheep", but since his mind was closed from probing, the
tune will remain nameless and abstract.
A sudden blur sped across Yuugi's vision, coming to an abrupt halt right in
from of him.
"Yuugi!" The once-blur panted, white hair slightly frazzled.
"IthinkI'mgoingcrazybecauseIjustdiscoveredthatthereisnosuchthingasGoodorEvil!"
Yuugi blinked for a second. He then paused, digesting the sentence. "Oh!" he
finally stated brightly. Another pause. "Again?"
Ryou nodded numbly. "I can't take this anymore! I mean, I see you, and
you're so… so Good! You make Good good for heaven's sake!"
Somehow, Yuugi saw the capitalization in the first Good, not the second. "But
I'm not Good." He began slowly. "I'm Yuugi."
"Yeah, but you are a Good person!"
"And so are you." Yuugi nodded. He then began moving around Ryou. "Good
bye."
"No! Wait!" Ryou lunged towards the smaller boy, tackling him. Both figures
tumbled onto the ground, ending up in a very compromising position. That is to say,
Yuugi was lying on the cemented ground, and Ryou was lying on top of him.
And it happened to be just then that Jounochi popped around the corner.
Naturally, when the blonde saw Ryou and Yuugi, he wasn't too pleased. It was
probably because he had a major crush on Yuugi. The blonde immediately sped
towards the site in an enraged snarl, pulling Ryou off Yuugi and grabbing the white-
haired boy by the shirt.
"How _dare_ you!" Jounochi frothed, shaking Ryou a few times for the added
effort. "How dare you prey on such innocent, unsuspecting people! I've had enough
of your evil ways, Yami Bakura!" Having said that, the blonde-haired youth grabbed
Ryou's Millennium Ring and tossed it onto the ground.
Ryou blinked. "Uhmm…" He meekly began. "I-I did-"
"-It's okay Ryou." Jounochi sympathized. "I understand your 'situation'." The
blonde then winked at Ryou before pulling Yuugi off and leaving with the short boy.
Ryou blinked again. He then picked up the Ring, hoping that Yami Bakura
wouldn't be too pissed off with being thrown around like that.
***************************************
The doorbell rang.
Malik ignored the sound. His fingers were currently stuck knitting the next
loop, and he didn't want to loose his concentration.
The doorbell rang again.
The Egyptian's fingers slipped. "Crap!" Malik then glared angrily at the door.
"You better make it quick!"
Naturally, Malik kept his door unlocked. It was just a Malik thing to do. The
door creaked slightly before opening enough to reveal the figure of a soaked white-
haired boy.
"Sorry." Ryou apologized, wet hair creating a miniature puddle around him.
"D-did I interrupt you at a bad time?"
Since it was Ryou, and Malik didn't mind Ryou's company, the Egyptian bit
his tongue from stating the obvious. "No. Come on in." He then did a double take on
Ryou's bedraggled state. "Actually, don't come in. I'll get a towel."
The white-haired boy nodded, watching Malik run upstairs. He continued to
stare in this position until the Egyptian came back downstairs with a purple towel.
"Oh thanks." Ryou muttered absently, drying himself with the towel. "The
weather's just been crazy today."
"You like it?" Malik beamed, "I made it myself."
"The weather?!?"
The Egyptian facefaulted. "I'm talking about the towel!"
"Oh!" Ryou glanced at the towel. It had a big smiley face on it. Underneath it
were written the words 'I'm happy in my Reality so ha ha ha'. "Yeah. It's very nice."
the white haired-boy replied absently, "Anyway, I came here to ask you a question."
"Okay." Malik crossed his arms. "If this is about my gender preferences, I
assure you that I am very strait."
"You spelt 'straight' wrong." Ryou informed, "But no, it's not about that. I-"
"-Wait!" Malik interrupted. "It's not about the sleepover incident at the gay
bar, is it? Well, I didn't do it! It was my, uhm, Yami! Really!"
"… No." Ryou was getting slightly disturbed now. However, he refused to let
that stop him. "I just wanted to-"
"-And no, I am not gay!" Malik stated loudly. "I do not find hot men
attractive." The Egyptian then noticed his own error. "Oops! I mean, I-"
"-Will you please listen to me?" Ryou shouted, now sick of getting
interrupted. "I wanted to ask you if you were Evil for heaven's sake!"
The blonde Egyptian stopped blabbering aimlessly. He then stared at Ryou as
if the other had sprouted an extra arm. "Evil? I'm Evil now?"
"Then, you're Good?" Ryou ventured, not quite understanding what Malik
was getting at.
Malik shuddered. "No. Hell, no. But that doesn't make me Evil either."
"So, it's true then." Ryou concluded with a sinking heart. "There is no such
thing as Good or Evil."
"Well, it depends." Upon seeing Ryou's blank look, Malik elaborated. "You
see, we each have our own beliefs. For instance, I can believe that God exists, and you
can believe in Buddha. Now, if we took this one step further, and said that I can only
believe in things I want to believe in, then, I have constructed by own Reality. Think
of it as seeing things only the way you want to see them."
The white-haired boy stared at Malik blankly. He continued to stare until the
blonde Egyptian scowled.
"You know," Ryou began, "You're a lot smarter than I would give you credit
for."
Malik raised an eyebrow. "What made me stupid in the first place?"
"I dunno," Ryou shrugged. "I just assumed that all Evil people were wrong,
and therefore stupid."
"Well, in my Reality, I am very smart, so there's nothing you can do to change
it." Malik smiled. He then thought for a moment before adding in "Ha ha ha" for the
sake of it.
Ryou sighed, rubbing his temples. "Let me get this straight. Good and Evil
only exist in people's Realities?"
"In your Reality, maybe, but not mine!" Malik crowed gleefully. "I have
decided that I am now a purple cow."
Much to Ryou's embarrassment, the blonde Egyptian began running around
the room screaming "Purple Cow!" at the top of his lungs. The white-haired youth
decided that it was a good time to leave. Well, maybe an evil time. He really didn't
know now.
One of these days, he would have to boycott the Bible.
*****************************
End notes:
Ah hah... I have none. *thud*
TBC, in some random way...