Disclaimer: Yugioh is not mine...blahblah...making no money....blahblah.....
Warning: English is not my first language and this story hasn't been betaed. There are also some swearing words. Read at your own risk!
A/N: I am so sick of Ryou being portrayed as a spineless wimp and Bakura as a homicidal maniac.....OK, maybe Bakura IS a homicidal maniac, but I am sure he has some other ways of express his rage without beating the shit out of Ryou....like maybe beating the shit out of something else....yami yugi came to mind....or not? @_@ OK, why do I even bother. Let's just say they are both totally OOC. You are warned, read if you still want to.
I like to use Japanese names, Ryou = Ryou Bakura & Bakura = yami Bakura, similarly Yugi = Yugi & Yami = yami Yugi. Oh, one more thing, / / are general thought/hikari's thoughts......and * * are yami's thoughts.
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Ryou told himself, for the thousandth times, that his yami wasn't evil, just really misunderstood. Although he really couldn't say much about Bakura's sense of humor, or lack of it.
He threw back his head and staring at the whiteness above him with blank eyes. The cracks and crevices on the ceiling blurred and doubled as the grip on his neck tightened. His body immediately relaxed and slacked back on the sofa with long practice. Tensing up would only hurt more. He didn't try to struggle, his hands would only pass through the other anyway.
Bakura hissed, "are you calling me weak?"
He gasped when the force increased and abruptly cut off the oxygen flow to his lung.
"No, yami." He shook his head eagerly. It was difficult to move his head in the desired direction because of the restraints around his throat.
Bakura narrowed his eyes and bellowed in a malevolently tone, "Then what were you saying? You weren't even listening to me, were you?!"
"I was, yami." He choked out.
Actually Ryou wasn't. His mind had wandered off somewhere between the shouts of 'the next time, I'll...' and 'the perfect plan...' He couldn't remember what had brought out Bakura's outburst this time. Most likely it had something to do with Yugi and the millennium puzzle, since the familiar 'that baka pharaoh' had been featured more than once in his yami's furious yelling.
It was rather pointless. In Ryou's opinion, the chance of Bakura actually successfully stealing the puzzle was slim to none. But not like he was going to enlighten his yami on that particular observation.
He was severely depressed, not suicidal.
They had been out-witted, out-maneuvered and just plain out-classed so many times, that Ryou would be surprised, not to mention suspicious if they actually managed one up Yugi and his other half.
Oh, yes, he said 'they', didn't he.
He had, whether he liked it or not, taken part in each and every one of Bakura's schemes. It was his body Bakura used after all. Well, it was technically 'their' body, but it was still Ryou's life that Bakura was constantly messing up and adding more complication to.
Beside, he couldn't surpass the small sense of gleeful satisfaction whenever Bakura trashed something. He could almost learn to enjoy it, if a certain nasty thing called conscious didn't always make timely appearances and slapped him on the face. Still it was kind of.... liberating and he could always just blame the mishaps on his yami's bad influence.
'It wasn't me! My crazy yami made me do it.'
Instant scapegoat.
How very, very convenient. And sadly, it was what most people expected.
He was a teenage and rebellious behaviors were expected, but it simply wasn't in Ryou's nature to act violently. Bakura had remarked on his 'wimp-ness' on a daily basis, and had attempted to reeducate him on the fine art of school yard brawl. Ryou, of course, failed miserably every time. He really couldn't help it. He was brought up to be nice and polite to people, and using fists instead of words simply wasn't his style.
His yami, on the other hand, didn't share his view on peaceful diplomacy. Bakura's motto in life, or afterlife however one looked at it, was 'destroy, destroy and destroy some more.' Ryou was rather envious of his yami's energy and ever-persistent determination. He was a very meek, shy and quite person, and he had always liked to be around lively people. Unfortunately, some of them had the nasty tendency of turning out to be homicidal maniacs.
"Hey!" Bakura was snarling into his face now, "Are you ignoring me!?"
/Ignore you, yami. I doubt anyone could ever ignore you./
"Of course not, yami."
He smiled back innocently. The motion brought a stab of pain. Bakura still had his hands around Ryou's neck, and air was becoming increasingly scare.
He really wished that their relationship could have been better. He was so happy when Bakura first emerged from the ring. A real playmate and the mirror image of Ryou, he could just picture all the fun and mischief they could get into. His dreams didn't last very long. In his trademark illustrative and physical fashion, Bakura had promptly told him to 'fuck off'. At first, Ryou had contributed his other half's foul mood on the ring. Bakura was trapped in the ring for 3000 years after all, there was bounded to be some sort of post-traumatic stress. But thing never got any better, and Ryou eventually gave up, albeit reluctantly. He wasn't a saint, thus didn't have the patience of one, and nothing like getting constantly beat down to kill a friendship.
Frankly, he was jealous of Yugi. He didn't fancy being babied every step of the way, but it would be nice if Bakura cared about him, maybe liked him a little more, and all those other stuff that was associated with friendship.
Yugi also seemed to be the root of all of Ryou's dilemmas.
Bakura used to knock him around before he was transferred to Yugi's school. Now his yami devoted most of his time to stealing the millennium items and plotting revenge. Bakura hardly paid any attention to him any more. He really didn't want to restore back to talk to the wall. It was much more gratifying to talk to yourself and having it answered back, even if it was in the forms of 'shut up or I'll kill you.'
"What the hell is wrong with you today?" Bakura snapped impatiently before finally releasing him.
Sometimes Bakura operated on the same level as a five years old. If Ryou just went along with it, his yami would eventually lose interest and let him off the hook. He slid down the back of the sofa bonelessly. With a slightly tilt of his head, he regarded his yami evenly.
Bakura glared back. "What!"
"Yami, honestly, I didn't mean to insult you. I just don't think ruling the world is a very plausible idea."
World domination was probably in the bottom of Ryou's future career choices. It was so very... medieval. When was Bakura ever going to grow out of it?
Ryou shuddered just imaging the amount of work that would involved with such tedious task. He was having trouble just managing his own life without adding hostile takeovers to his daily agenda. And if he really wanted to gain control over the general population, he would invest in some software company, and then offer free unlimited Internet access.
Bakura took a menacing step forward. "Are you implying that I can't do it!"
/Errr...yes?/
*What! Why you...!! I HEARD that!*
Damn. The temporary short supply of oxygen must had killed more brain cells than he previous predicted. He had completely forgotten about their mental link. Bakura lunged at him. He moved out of the way in a haste and slipped under from outstretching arms.
"I have to go to school now!"
"You little...! COME BACK HERE, RYOU!"
He darted toward the door, dived outside and shoved it right in his yami's face. Bakura's indigent howling could be heard from the other side, mixing with occasional growling of threats. Ryou wasn't going to stick around when his yami finally got over the initial rage, and figured out that being a spirit, he could just pass through the walls if he concentrated.
"Bye, yami. I'll see you later, yami."
Bakura's angry yelling and pounding trailed after him. His yami would no doubt follow shortly afterward. Without a vessel, Bakura couldn't exit too long in the mortal plain of physical flesh. He wasn't too worried about the death threats. An apparent downside of their bonding process was their dependency on one another. If Ryou died, Bakura would die as well, and vice versa.
It wasn't the most cheerful thought to start the morning. Ryou sighed, slammed his school bag against the wall with irritation and began trotting over to the stair of their apartment.
Some people, he thought, just couldn't take a joke.
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Well, how's the start?
I kinda got distracted by this idea, and just had to write it down. Right now it's more like a character study, not much of a plot yet, but stay tuned! ^^