Notes – Done for ygodrabble. Set post-canon.
People tended to come to the conclusion, rather quickly, that Ryou Bakura was not a very colourful person.
But that was all right, because Ryou was perfectly aware of that fact himself. If he was honest, he sort of liked it that way because it meant he could carry on with his life undisturbed as much as possible.
And it wasn't as if there was a shortage of colourful people around him regardless.
He held no resent towards these people. He really admired them for all the things they had done for him. Especially Yuugi and his group of friends. Those people had influenced his life far more than he could ever have hoped.
Because he felt inspired by these people, Ryou created them for his tabletop RPG. That is, he created miniature figures of them. When he started doing this for the second time he felt guilty about it, because the first time he'd created them, well…
…No, that hadn't been him. The spirit of the ring had trapped them in those figures and it was such a long time ago now. But part of him worried that if those people found out that he had made more figures of them, would they be angry? He liked to think not. The original figures were in their glass container now, and the others seemed to like it.
So Ryou made figures of all the people he knew in Japan. Now he did it solely because he wanted to, not to trap those people in like the spirit had, and found he could put much more enjoyment into it. He made figures of the people from the grocers, the cheerful dog down the street, the nice old lady who always said hello.
But the figures he put the most effort into were those based on his friends. Not just in the making of them though, the painting was most important. He saved the most vibrant colours for them, so they would stand out amongst the others. And no matter how much time the figures took to make, he never stopped enjoying them – even if Yuugi's hair was very fiddly to paint.
He stood them up next to each other. Now there was more than just Yuugi, Honda, Jounouchi, Anzu and Miho. He had added Otogi, Mai, Shizuka, the Ishtar family and even, mostly for his own amusement, the Kaiba brothers to the mix. He had to admit that he didn't know all of them very well, but they were people important to his friends. So he wanted to consider them friends as well.
These were the people who had coloured his life – and the figures he made were his silent thank you to them.