AN: So I've taken notice I've tried to do a lot of big idea stuff while still doing my main things and it hasn't been working out and I do want something to help my creative juices and have some fun with while I finish up Red Sands and restart Sailor Ra. So for now here's this cute little three-shot. how often I get around to this, depends on how much positive feedback I get and when I have time between my larger fics. Hope you guys enjoy New chapter of RS will be written and sent to my lovely Beta Bakurafangurl91 tomorrow.

First contact: Part 1

Sometimes Bakura hated the internet.

It could be a fun amazing place full of cool stuff to laugh at and with fun videos. Then there were days where people abused the shit out of anonymity to act like total dick weeds. He was definitely experiencing one of those days, except it wasn't directed at him.

To start from the beginning, Bakura was what many people these days were calling a youtuber. Which meant he put out videos on the internet and got paid for it. It was a nice deal. Bakura had a gaming type channel under the name Th13f_K1ng, or 'Thief' as his fans had taken to affectionately calling him in the comments sections. His profile avatar was small cartoon style drawing of himself done by his friend Marik. The skin was a bit more brown than his own and the scar under it's eye was much larger, but it decently looked like him.

He had started out with a single 'Let's Play' of the original Mass Effect game about four years ago. After making the most destructive violent choices he possibly could thoughout the game accompanied by plenty of maniacal laughs, his channel had just blown up.

"Oh you stupid bitch! Eat bionic fists! Yes, taste my egyptian spice! Hahaha!"

So he kept posting more and more and grew more popular. It was a simple formula; a bit of swearing, anger, screaming, mixed with some decent commentary and his trademark general asshole playing style and the subscribers came flocking to him. Within the last four years he'd gone from being a pissed off high school senior who had no idea what to do with his life, to making a seven figure salary, living in a nice two bedroom condo with his cousin Ryou, and having an actual savings account.

All in all life was pretty fantastic after he started his youtube career.

Except for that one prick.

Millennium_Pharaoh aka 'Pharaoh' was in the same category as Bakura on the website. A video game vlogger. He'd been around as long as Bakura just about, but Bakura hadn't actually started to follow him until another vlogger he liked King0f_Gamez was shown to be. 'KOG' as people liked to call him was fun and probably the sweetest vlogger on the damn site. An adorable Japanese American kid a couple of years younger who rarely showed his face in his videos, and when he did he wore a little white mask to hide it.

He did let's plays and had a mini series about accepting challenges from the comments section. Bakura had eagerly collaborated with him a few times and talked to him on several occasions over the internet. It had been hilarious to listen to the boy get flustered while they co-op'd from his much more vulgar commenting style. Several months after establishing contact with his new friend, he'd suggested he suscribe to another vlogging channel. Pharaoh's.

He was the most pretentious douche in all of youtube.

"Oh look another generic first person shooter where you're a macho protagonist with no real personality that I can't give two shits about. How unique."

The little prick made a habit of snarking off the entire time and criticizing all of Bakura's favorite games. He also dressed like a flamingly gay hippie. Every single shirt he owned was apparently made of hemp and he always piled gold jewelry on his wrists, fingers, neck, and even chains or circlets on his head. Plus he actually wore fucking guy liner! He had similar hair to KOG, except red where violet was on the other, which matched his eyes. Who the hell has red eyes? It was creepy.

Yet despite all of that he had a mostly positive following and around the same number of views and subscribers as Bakura. He hated the other gamer with a passion, but he ended up watching his videos anyways. Just to complain about them, he swore. Aside from his let's play he did a gamer news segment, and even went to cons and other events to give coverage on his channel, along with a series called 'Penalty Game' where he challenged other youtubers and the loser had to perform a dare. His personality wasn't any better in those segments.

Nothing could ever make him feel anything but pure contempt for the other man, or at least that's what he thought until he saw a certain video posted. The notification had popped up mere seconds after it had been posted and it didn't even have but a few views yet.

Millennium_Pharaoh has posted a video

He clicked on the video and the title had Bakura ready for another eye roll worthy session of listening to the other's bitching. He let out an audible groan resting his hand on his fist.

"Your internet boyfriend post another video?" Ryou giggled from the couch across the living room he Marik, and Malik were sitting on. Malik and and Ryou had notepads in hand while Marik had a sketch in his lap book several pages already scattered on the coffee table across from them.

Bakura growled. "Shut up and work on your nerdy little webcomic host."

"Technically you own our condo, so you're my host now," Ryou winked and indeed went back to writing down ideas for the next issue of the rather successful webcomic he co-created with the two twins sitting with him on our couch. He and Malik came up with the storyline, based on Monster World, and RPG they were both fond of. Marik was their artist.

"If you don't like him why do you keep watching his videos?" Marik sing songed from his place.

"If you don't want me to drag you across the floor by your hair then why don't you shut up?" He fired back. He cringed already knowing his mistake.

"I dare you to try that," warned the other's twin who happened to be much less on the effeminate side, and more on the 'looks like he could kick your ass with one buff arm tied behind his back' side.

Ryou slapped him on the arm with a pale hand. "Hey no hurting my cousin, he let's me mooch off of him." For good measure he leaned up and pressed a quick kiss on Malik's lips to calm the other. Thank whatever gods were out there Malik happened to be whipped as hell and calmed down quickly after that. He did shoot them a final glare, and it definitely wasn't out of jealously. It's not like he needed a boyfriend, relationships were just bullshit anyways. Those two just somehow managed to make it slightly less bullshit than other people. Humph.

They went back to their brainstorming session and Bakura was free to play the video on his computer titled 'Seriously?! Just ugh!'. He steeled himself for immense annoyance and started it.

It was very typical for Pharaoh at first. A lower budget army style game probably trying to knock off Call of Duty. He played for a few minutes before the first mission came up. Something about hunting down a terrorist spotted in an airport and taking them down without getting any civilians killed. He'd spent the entire time so far complaining about how it was boring and uninspired...then it all went to hell.

In the little box in the corner of the screen that showed him recording into his mic he gave a long sigh. He paused the game and shook his head. "I'm sorry guys, I just can't do this anymore. This is too much bullshit for me."

Oh great, Mister Cultured was too good to play some low rate game. Pfft. Bastard. Bakura glared at his image on his screen and took a sip of of his soda.

"I'm so sick of every Middle Eastern character I find in the stuff I play being either a terrorist, part of the military only there to help the white guy, or another offensive stereotype!"

Bakura choked on his soda. He slammed the can down and stared at the screen wide eyed and mouth hung open. He heard a gasp from the couch, from who he didn't know.

"I'm not saying having awful extremist groups as antagonists games is a bad thing, cause fuck those guys, but is it too much to ask for some good representation to?" He shook his head and took off his head phones. "I mean, can people not pigeonhole an entire collection of cultures, that includes my own by the way."

What was that insane idiot doing?

"Maybe I'm being a bit sensitive...I just," he sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Can game developers try to do diversity right more often please? I think I'm done for this video, cause I'm completely moving away from the point of this game and putting my personal baggage out there now, so I'm going to end this before it gets worse. See you guys later, and Ra bless you."

He signed off with his traditional catchphrase -another thing Bakura hated about him- and the video ended. There was a collective silence in the room. The other three obviously having heard the video from the couch. Malik surprisingly broke the silence with a snort.

"Well, he's fucked."

There were two rules every game vlogger followed to prevent their comments section from turning into a toxic wasteland full of assholes. You didn't diss other vloggers, and under absolutely no circumstances did you complain about diversity in video games.

Malik was right; Pharaoh was fucked.

Which brought things back to why Bakura hated the damn internet as much as he loved it. It took only a day for the hate to start pouring in. Well, not so much pouring as gushing in large enough spurts to cause canyon level erosion. They were about as violent to. The next morning he'd immediately rushed up from his bed to sign onto Youtube and check the video for comments while Ryou and Malik headed to eat and make breakfast in the kitchen.

Marik had gone home the night before, while his brother had decided to spend the entire night with Ryou in his room. Wasn't hard to figure out why, they were the mosts sickening couple Bakura knew. He ignored any suggestions to join them. They were all from Ryou, Malik didn't look like he could care less and pulled his boyfriend into the kitchen with him after the third refusal from Bakura.

So Bakura spent nearly his entire morning reading hateful comments from asshurt douchebags.

MrOshi341 4 hours ago: Oh god here we go get ready for the SJW bs to start! Unsubscribing!

Jeezuz791 1 hour ago: Seriously? dude fuk you yuo dumb ass! you don't see Thief pulling this crap in his videos! And he's an arab to!

Those were two of the tamer and more typical types of comments. Bakura bared his teeth and gripped his mouse harder. Not only were the typical kinds of douche's who pulled this kind of crap coming out of the woodwork, they were dragging him in on it to! He sure as hell didn't appreciate being referred to as "an arab" he was fucking Egyptian, or even Middle Eastern would work better than that! He also happened to secretly agree with everything the other gamer had said, he just never had the balls to say it in a video.

He scrolled down, and regretted it as he found the more vile comments.

Ben Shiiiiz 7 hours ago: fuck you you stupid dick chugger! yeh I said it we allnkow it's true! I know wheree you fucking live mother fucker! Bet you won't be so damn uptight when i come bash your freaking skull in bend you over and-

Bakura decided to preserve his sanity by clicking the back button. Fucking explicit death and rape threats were where he started feeling disgusted. He rubbed a hand over his face. This was awful. He may hate Pharaoh as a vlogger with a passion, but did he really deserve this crap? Bakura quickly looked on his profile and searched for his twitter and instagram profiles to see if he'd seen or replied to any of the comments so far. The poor guy was probably…

...openly mocking the whole thing.

His twitter had a single new dated after he posted the video up.

It seems I've started a controversy, you guys have fun with that I'm going to play Duel Monsters Online. #Waaah

And a picture on his instagram of him lifting his shirt up slightly to show off a lean stomach with a small gold piercing hanging from his navel. His other hand holding up a mug with a fake label saying 'Your Fat Ugly Tears'. The caption: 'Let's play a game, anyone with the balls to come and get me in real life wins.'

Bakura blinked taking in how the other seemed to be handling it, and then busted out laughing.

"Ahahahaha!" he let out gasping for breath and bending over at his waist. Damn the other certainly had a pair on him to take all this in such stride. Both the picture and the tweet had been sent out less than an hour ago, so he had to have seen some of the more severe threats. Bakura couldn't stop laughing at the utter boldness of the guy. He had to admit he was impressed.

"Are you okay?" Ryou's voice called from the kitchen.

"Just ignore him he's being wierd," Malik said.

If they could see them he'd flip them off. As it was he settled for not giving a damn and immediately logging onto his twitter. He typed furiously with a near manic grin on his face.

Shit! True_Pharaoh has some balls. Gotta admire that #KeepItUp

After typing out that little tidbit he logged out and headed for the kitchen. He was suddenly starving, and in a very good mood.