*******Welcome to my fic! Currently, this is a YGTOAS fic, with potential for crossovers and OCs. Promise to keep them all straight.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or the Abridged Series, although I do own my own respective characters.
Read on, my bros, and have fun!*********Words That Come Between
Bakura looked at his smaller roommate, Ryou, and rolled his eyes. His nose was buried in a sketchbook. Again. He lived with that sketchbook. It was as if the sketchbook was part of him, like an arm. Attached to him at all times. Would he ever quit? Bakura wanted to bully him for a little bit before he had to go to his boring, difficult job. Being editor of a writer's publication company sucked sometimes. Especially when the damn writers couldn't meet their deadlines, or realize when their pieces sucked. He sighed annoyingly and tapped his foot.
"Need something, Bakura?" Ryou asked in that soft, feminine voice of his. Bakura growled.
"Yes, I do, actually. Why do you need that sketchbook by you at all times? It's annoying me." Bakura hissed, frowning at his hikari.
"Well, I guess, not really, but…." He faltered, being unable to explain. "I…I guess that I just like drawing a lot. Just like you like torturing people and killing them."
Bakura raised an eyebrow about that one. "Well if you like drawing so much, then let me see some of your sketches." He held out his hand, obviously expecting his hikari to obey.
"NO!" Ryou shouted, nervous. "I mean…no." Bakura gave him a look of murder. "I..I can't. You'll think I'm crazy." Looking at Bakura, he continued on. "I know you already do, but..I just can't. I'm sorry Bakura, but just this once will you let this slide, please?" Seeing Bakura open his mouth, Ryou quickly interrupted. "You'll be late for work if you don't leave now. And President Yoriko is visiting your branch for evaluation. You don't want to be late!"
Bakura glanced at his watch, grabbed his leather jacket and keys, sprinting out the door. "Shit!" he yelled, jumping into his sleek black car and peeling out the driveway. Ryou shook his head and closed the door, sighing in relief.
"That was too close, Ryou." He murmured to himself. "Next time he might really find out."
Bakura walked into the door, forcing himself to contain himself. He looked at his watch. 7:45. Good. President is supposed to be here at 8:00. "Morning, 'Kura!" Nicole, the secretary chirped.
"Bloody hell, Nicole!" Bakura growled in surprise. "Clearly you must be drunk. You're never this chipper. Especially not in these ungodly hours."
"Oh, you know, stuff happens and you get really happy!" She smiled, and seeing Bakura's raised eyebrows, continued on. "This guy I really like asked me out." Her grin couldn't be any bigger.
"Ah, well congratulations." Bakura nodded, and was about to continue to his office when the sound of high heels tapping softly down the hallway stopped them both cold.
"She's HEEEEERE!" Nicole squealed, and jumped out of her chair and rushed around the counter towards the noise.
"The bloody hell-" Bakura yelped in surprise as she rushed past. Nicole proudly waited by the door, smiling brightly. The shadow became progressively bigger, and the soft tapping sound a little louder.
And then Bakura saw her.
*********Thanks for reading! Sorry for the slow start, this first chapter was kind of my introductory chapter for my OC's, so we're not confused or anything.
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