Hey its Lil' Black Bamboo in my first story ever

Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-gi-oh or Harry Potter. They belong to the creative geniuses who thought of them and the rich corporations who bought them. Boo hoo

On with the story

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The boy gazed at his new treasure. Something about it was comforting to look at. Its golden gleam, its warm touch, its hard smooth surface. The boy held this remarkable artifact in his tiny hands unaware of those that had died under its weight. Unaware of those that had killed for such an object, entranced by its mystery, beckoned into its shadowy grasp. The boy only knew that this bright item was his, and he was happy. The boy slipped the rare golden item over his head, feeling like he was king.

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It was a cool crisp night and the wind gently played with his moonlit hair. To some Ryou Bakura might resemble an angel, with that luminous hair and ghostly skin dazzling the beholder. His gentle doe eyes made young girls swoon and old women coo. Some would even say Ryou Bakura was perfect; a sweet, kind, caring boy, polite, soft-spoken, and just a little mysterious. But if one could talk to those unfortunate few who happened to chance upon him in a dark alley, they would tell you a different story. That is no angel, they would warn. But their lips are sealed, their eyes glazed, they will not speak again. And so it was, Ryou Bakura, model student by day, dangerous thief by night.

It was a life Ryou didn't desire but one he learned to live with. In fact he had learned to live with the spirit responsible for his double life. Deep down, he had actually learned to care about the spirit, and even deeper down (very deep down) the spirit had in turned learned to care for him. Of course it wasn't a perfect relationship, nowhere near the partnership of Yami and Yugi. They still had their ups and downs. And the ancient thief always had to have the last say, so more often than not he won the arguments. For example, Ryou did not want to be out here in the cold night air, dying of pnemonia. He wanted to be curled up in a great big armchair, in a nice warm house, reading a deep engrossing book, or even watching TV.

But no his yami insisted on coming out here. Now Ryou was waiting out here to see if that new gang leader of the Dragons showed up. Normally the spirit ignored the gang politics but with the pharaoh off in America, the spirit had grown bored, and was looking for some more interesting prey.

/Tell me again why I am out here/ Ryou called to his yami, irritably.

/To watch for Zang/ Bakura answered simply.

/Yes but why am I out here ?/ Ryou asked again

The spirit gave a short laugh before he answered. /Because its funnier watching you play look-out, than doing it myself/

Ryou sighed and kept up his vigilance. Once again his yami's sense of humor baffled him. He peered across the street at the club his watching, Tatsui, apparently the main hang out of the Dragons.

/Is that him?/ Ryou asked pointing to the dozen or so bikers that just pulled up. They all had long thin red head bands, leather jackets, and leather pants. One (presumably Zang) had a green dragon emblazed on the back of his jacket

/Good work Hikari. Would you like to walk in?/

/No, I would not. I agreed to watch from outside, and only outside/

/Oh very well. I'll take over now. We'll save your night life education for another time/. Ryou gratefully sunk back into his soul room, as Bakura took control.

Bakura smiled, breathing the night air. "Time to have some fun," he whispered to the shadows, and with that disappeared into the darkness.

Bakura was actually in a good mood. Tonight had gone well. In fact it was the most fun he had since battle city. He went up to Ryou's apartment with a small smile. After unlocking the door and kicking off his shoes, he knew somebody else was in the room. He tensed up and crept into the living room. If it was a thief, he would teach him how foolhardy it was to steal from the king of thieves. Then he heard the heavy breathing from the couch. He scoffed. Well it appeared the old man had finally decided to show up. It had been several months (almost a year) since he last saw him. Bakura turned to go when a car alarm went off outside, jolting Kosuke up.

"Ah…what…uh….ehh?" Kosuke managed.

"Hello father. Good to see you. Oyasumi." Bakura said putting on his polite Ryou voice. He had promised Ryou that he wouldn't touch Kosuke, so he intended to keep his distance. He knew that ten minutes with this guy would make him crazy.

"Eh… who?" Kosuke asked confused, groping for the light.

"It's me Ryou…. your son.," Bakura said with a touch of sarcasm. It really wouldn't have surprised him if the archeologist had forgot he had a son.

"Er…ah," Kosuke flipped on the light, blinking and peering. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here father." Bakura said with a mocking smile.

Kosuke spluttered before answering. "Yes of course…. I mean what are you doing coming home so late?"

"Cram school," Bakura said lying easily.

"Oh," Kosuke said lamely. He didn't know if his son was going to cram school or not. Or even if cram school was available in the summer. He gazed at his son, worried.

"Oh, your hurt!" he gasped, pointing to the blood on his son's shirt.

Bakura casually glanced down. "Nothing to worry about. I fell. Cut myself on a glass bottle. People just don't care about the environment," he said shaking his head. It may have been a poor lie but the truth would have been even more unbelievable. He couldn't very well say he got careless in a shadow game.

"Glass?" Kosuke asked skeptically using his archeologist eye for observation.

Bakura grunted. It seemed he underestimated him a bit. "Don't worry father. It's just a little cut and I've already taken care of it. I'm fine."

"No, you're not. I see that now. I've left you alone too long." Kosuke blabbered out with a guilty face. " I…I realize.. I… I haven't been the most… attentive of fathers," he gulped

Bakura didn't respond. 'not the most attentive' that's an understatement. It seemed that he, a soul stealer, had more compassion for Ryou than his own father. It was disgusting, really.

"I… I just think that Domino City isn't a safe place. In fact crime is skyrocketing. You were mugged weren't you? Oh it's terrible! I can't believe I how blind I was. I…I just left you," Kosuke almost sobbed.

"There, there," Bakura said soothingly. No sense getting the man worked up, and have him do something rash. The man could really get hysterical sometimes. It was scary. "This is a great place to live."

"No, I can't leave you here alone. You could die out here by yourself. That's why we're moving back to England," Kosuke said triumphantly.

"What! When did you decide this?" Moving would not be good. Bakura hadn't yet gotten all of the millennium items and he still had a score to settle.

"Just now when I realized this was such a dangerous place," Kosuke nodded with folded arms. He couldn't back down now. His son's safety was at stake.

"Father you're jumping to conclusions. I have a very comfortable lifestyle. I'm perfectly safe. And I can take care of myself," Bakura said as calmly as he could. Although he was loosing his patience

"Well we're going to England anyway," Kosuke said dismissively. He then wiped out an envelope with violet ink, waving it in front of his son's face. "This is an invitation to your cousin's wedding."

"Cousin?" Bakura never met any of Ryou's relatives.

"You know the little blond girl on your mother's side. Very pretty. I only met her once and you might have been too young to remember her well. But they invited us to the wedding anyway," Kosuke said looking a little nervous as if the memory of his wife's family gave him a headache.

Bakura took the letter and scanned it.

To my beloved sister's husband: Kosuke

My dear brother-in-law, it has been to long. We're doing marvelous, simply marvelous. My sweet innocent daughter, Fleur, is about to be married. Yes married can you believe it? I believe this will be a perfect time to let go of old grudges and forget our differences. In celebration of this new union we should retie old bonds. Do come to the wedding. Lady Asceline is also expecting you. In fact she insisted that you and my darling nephew take part in this glorious occasion. Oh do say you'll come. You really must. It would be unwise to upset Lady Asceline. You remember Lady Asceline of course, my mother. So the wedding will be in England at groom's house. You can meet my husband, Alain, at the Leaky Cauldron. He'll take you to the Wesley's house. Send me reply by owl.

Your beautiful sister-in-law,

Desiree

"So mother had a sister," Bakura mused

"Well technically they were cousins. But they were so close they called each other sisters. Your mother's mother died when she was young and she was practically raised by Lady Asceline, Desire's mother. Then after school your mother went to England with her father for some sort of wizard war. And later we met. But I won't bore you with the details," Kosuke elaborated

"Really?" Bakura mused. This was the first time he heard any history about Ryou's family. "A wizard war?" He asked casually.

"Yeah," Kosuke shrugged. "I never knew much about it because it ended about the time you were born. Although there was this really powerful wizard that even your mother was scared of Lord Voltman or Vilewort or Moldwort or something like that."

"Oh," Bakura said simply, but he had a look on his face that Kosuke couldn't quite place. Anticipation maybe.

"So we can go to the wedding and look at housing. See what we can do," Kosuke said feeling a little awkward again.

"Very well," Bakura said dismissively. The pharaoh wouldn't be back for several days and he could use a change of scenery. "Good night father."

"Good night Ryou," Kosuke sighed as his son went to his room. That must have been the longest conversation he had with his son in almost ten years. He fell into his bed. Strange to be sleeping here. It didn't feel like his bed, after all he hadn't been in it for months. He tossed and turned for a bit before he got up and paced. Funny, he could sleep in a cot, or on a mat, or in a chair with ease but he had could never get a restful night in a bed. He walked back and forth in his room. He was worried about his son. The boy was unnatural to say the least. There was something terribly frightening about the child. Something that in his son's eyes that truly terrified him. But he had promised Angeline he would take care of him. So he tried to be a good father but all he could do was throw money at him from halfway around the world. What sort of father did that? Now it seemed that his wife's family was his last hope for his son. He hoped this was the right decision.

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Next chapter should come in a week

Oh and if you're wondering what happened between Zang and Bakura a side fic will show up soon. I decided not to include it as part of the main story because he won't be showing up again.

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