Disclaimer: Okami does not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Notes (or A Warning): I wrote this while I was hyper. -examines work- Very hyper... ;;;
The rumble of thunder was heard as lightning ripped the belly of the sky. It had been raining all the last night and the morning. The manical sound of cackling was heard throughout the Bakura residence.
Ryou shook his head. It was only his Yami. Again.
The rain had had some sort of psychological effect on the Yami. Bakura was crouching in the corner over a roll of duct tape, laughing.
"Duuuuct Taaaape." He droned over it.
Ryou rolled his eyes, unbeknowst he would be the first victim of a series of assault, deemed to this day as: The Duct Tape Tragedies.
"A sacrifice must be made." Bakura looked from the roll of duct tape to Ryou. "A SACRIFICE!!" He practically screamed to his Hikari.
"Uh..." Ryou sweatdropped, "Sacrifice? Uh.. Abiou..."
Bakura stood, spikey, white hair swaying as he moved. A rumble of thunder and a crack of lighting, as if on que. "Sacrifice.." He droned, arms outstretched, slightly zombie-like, "Sacrifice..." he was after Ryou.
"Abiou....." Ryou's eyes widened.
"A sacrifice must be made to Imak, god of the duct tape! He is hungry for blood!" A cackle that sounded more like a howl. Another crackle of thunder. The electricity went out.
"Great.." Ryou said monotonously, "The electricity went out." Then, he added under his breath, "I hope Bakura doesn't find the matches..."
The sound of duct tape being seperated from the roll shattered the still silence, "Do not run, Aibou," Bakura purred, swiftly closing the distance between himself and his Hikari, "Running is futile."
Ryou yelped and ran, "Kami-sama, help me!!" He screamed. His Yami was being... Very out of character today. It was probably the rain....
"RYOU!! You cannot escape the wrath of Imak!" Bakura crowed, rather enjoying having to chase after his lighter side. But, he stopped near the kitchen and peered inside. It was dark. Very dark. And, a fire must be made in order to sacrifice, hai? Slinking into the room on silent feet, he inspected all the drawers. Where were the matches? Finally finding one, he lit it. The small flame ignited on the match stick and burned down to his fingers before he let go and stomped the remaining flame out. He liked the fire. Shadily glancing around, he lit another one, letting it burn down to his fingers before he yelped, "Ouch!", in pain as the small flame hit the flesh of his fingers.
"Ryou," he said in a sing-song voice, "I'm going to get you." Dragging out 'you' in the same, sing-song manner. Taking an old rag, he wrapped it around a spatula and lit the rag on fire. It burned like a torch, "Perfect." Bakura purred, "Now to find y-" he hadn't finished his word when the electricity went back on, "Oh, Ra damn you!" he shouted, slightly angry that he was having fun with his make-shift 'torch' just when the electricity went back on. Angrily smothering the flame in the sink, he continued after Ryou. The echo of Imak's imaginary pleas for victims in his head.
Ryou, in the meanwhile, had managed to scramble into his room, where he hid. It wasn't a good hiding place, mind you, but he had hidden. He couldn't get out the front door, because Bakura was already in the kitchen/den area of the house and, probably, would not let him out. Just, wait 'till the storm passes, Ryou, he told himself, Then, Bakura will be back to normal. With these thoughts in mind, he kept calm and quiet. Until...
"Ryou.. Come out, come out, wherever you are." Bakura sang, opening the door to the closet. That's where Ryou always hid and Bakura knew it. Having revealed his prize, Bakura picked him up by the neck of his shirt and examined him with interest. "Too scrawny," Bakura mumbled to himself, "But," he shrugged, "It'll do." Dragging the poor, caught Ryou down to their computer 'lab' (which, mind you, was located in a back room), complete with swivel chair. Plopping Ryou on it, Bakura began the work. He tied him to the chair with duct tape. And, to finish it off, wrapped a sticky strip onto his mouth.
"There," Bakura said, stepping back to admire his handy work, quite pleased with himself, "That'll quit your blubbering."
"Mmmph.. mPH!" was the reply.
"Quit your sniveling. I'm off to gather more sacrifices." Bakura smirked and stomped off, roll of duct tape in hand.
Author's Notes:Well, that was all I wrote. I was thinking of continuing it.. Buut, I want to know if the public liked it, first. Sooo, R&R. If I get at least... Mmmm... Two reviews by Monday, I'll continue. If not... enjoy the one-shot!