I do not own YuGiOh. Let's see... ::checks things:: I own: 5 YuGiOh anime tapes, one YuGiOh manga and 2 2003 Shounen Jump magazines with YuGiOh in it. That's all. And I suck at funny disclaimers. -.-

Chapter 1: What Happened

--Ryou POV--

I was sitting alone in my room when there was a light knock on my bedroom door. My legs were against my chest with my arms wrapped tightly around them and my forehead was resting on my knees. My entire room was dark; the blinds were closed and all the lights were off. "Ryou?" I heard my yami's voice from behind the door. I did not even bother to raise my head, much less say anything. He knocked again. "Ryou? Are you Alright in there?" Ignoring him, I turned over and put my pillow over my head. I did not want to hear him. I did not care what he had to say. Nothing would make my humiliation any better. Stupid Jonouchi. Why did he have to go and do that? Damn him...

I had a crush on Jonouchi. I had had one for a long time. Two days ago, I was with him in his bedroom and, I don't really know what happened or what caused me to do it. But before I knew it, I was kissing Jonouchi. He jerked away and he punched me. He told me that I was a bastard and that he was going out with Seto. He asked me how I could be such an idiot and think he liked me more than just a friend. Since then, I had been in my room, hiding in the darkness. I had not eaten anything, I had not drank, the only things I did do were sleep and wallow in my own self misery. Life did not have any meaning anymore. I was in love with Jonouchi and the stupid ass broke my heart. Curling up on my bed, I tried to comfort myself by making myself small and unnoticable. Maybe then the pain would go away.

I felt a plop near the end of my bed. Looking up, I squinted my eyes to look into the darkness and make out who was there. It was Bakura. "How the hell did you get in here?" I asked. My voice was rough and unusual because I had not spoken in two days.

"Picked the lock." Bakura said simply. He showed me a hairpin and then tossed it. I glared at him and then went back to being under the pillow, laying in a fetal position. I could feel Bakura's eyes watching me; always watching me. It started to get on my nerves. Why couldn't that stupid yami ever leave me alone?! Sitting up erect again, I tossed the pillow at him. He ducked and the pillow narrowly missed hitting him in the face.

"What the hell do you want?!" I yelled at him, my voice still hoarse. "Are you here to laugh at me because Jonouchi dissed me!? Are you here to mock me? Huh?!"

"No." Bakura replied. He was calm. I did not really like the tone of his voice when he was calm. It always meant he was up to something. And that something was never anything good.

"Then what the hell is it?!"

Bakura reached into the pocket of his pants and he pulled out something. He then showed them to me. Since it was completely dark in my room, I could not clearly make out what they were. Reaching out, I took them and pulled them closer to my face for examination. When I still could not tell, I glared up at Bakura again.

"What are they?"

"They're tickets." he said simply, sighing briefly and getting up off my bed. I could feel the motion being lifted from the bed and feel myself fall back into it.

"What of it?"

"Well," Bakura still had that demeanor of being calm. I kept my guard up, being suspicious. I did not trust him. He was up to something alright. "They're two tickets to see Bad Luck at Zepp Tokyo tonight. I thought you might want to go."

"Why would I?"

"Don't you like them?"

"So what if I do?" I asked. Bakura lowered his head and sighed, raising his hands in defeat.

"I thought this might cheer you up. I mean, you have not been out in a long time. You must be tired of sitting here in your room all the time, never coming out."

"What are you up to, Bakura?" I demanded. I stopped all the chirades and theatrics. I was tired of playing games. I knew he was up to something and I wanted to know what it was. "Why did you give me two tickets to see Bad Luck? You know what happened between Jonouchi and me! Are you playing a little game and trying to make me believe that he wants to go with me to see them?!" That sadistic bastard. That had to be what he was planning. He lived to see me squirm.

Bakura looked a little taken aback. "Of course not." He replied, a bit shocked which confused me. Why would he be acting so innocent? He was not the most innocent of the group; far from it. But he was also a terrible liar. So what was he really up to? "I... I thought you and I would go together." That comment made my mouth drop open. Him? And me? Go see Bad Luck? Together? He shrugged and I could see that he was fidgeting a bit. "I mean... they are not my favorite group... I prefer Nittle Grasper better. But I suppose that I could... you know... make an exception..." He was nervous? My yami spirit? Nervous?! What the hell was going on?!

"Uh... sure." I replied. I did not even realize I had said it. I certainly had not planned to. But something about Bakura's face and the way he acted made me say yes. And who knows? Maybe the concert would get my mind off of that stupid Katsuya. I would get to see my celebrity love, Nakano Hiroshi. That would make me feel better.

"Get ready then." Bakura said, smiling mischeviously. "The concert starts in two hours." He then left my room, a spring in his step. I was slightly confused. Admist his mischevious 'I'm-all-games-and-darkness' smile, he did seem somewhat thrilled. What was he really up to? And why was my heart pounding?

Shaking my head profusely, I got up off my bed, took a deep breath and walked over to my closet. I had to look good if I wanted to see my favorite band. I did not know why I was excited or why my heart was pounding about going with Bakura, but I shook all those things off. What did it matter? I was going to see my favorite band.

Pulling off my old clothes, I threw them on the floor and made my way to the bathroom in my bedroom to shower. After I did, I looked at myself in the mirror after turning on a light. My eyes squinted against the light, but I bared with it. I had to look good for my Hiro-kun. And I was going to have so much fun, even Jonocuhi would be jealous. Smirking, I brushed my hair. I was ready to finally get out of my room and make Jonouchi regret the day he said no to Ryou Bakura.

--It's really not that long, is it? ;.; So sad. But the story continues. I was gonna make it a one-shot fic, but I have a lot more things in store for Ryou and Bakura. Just read and review, kay? TY and kudos!--