Author's note: Hey, everyone. I know I haven't updated much, lately, but I've been a bit preoccupied with other things. But, I've started my first chaptered shounen-ai fic. This is it, and I hope you like it.
Notes: Okay, it's from Bakura's POV. Also in present tense, with Bakura, Malik and Ryou as the main characters.
Omote-'Omote' is the term used to refer to the 'hikari'. The hosts of the yamis are never called 'hikari', but are called 'omote'. That means 'surface'. That's what Ryou is referred to as in this fic.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, Malik would be in the whole series.
Pairing: Yami no Bakura x Malik Ishtar.
Warnings: This is pretty safe for now, but the rating will go up with the fic. Contains some language and adult themes, as well as light shounen-ai for now.
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All In My Head
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Chapter one - Meeting Again
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I sigh and fall back onto my bed, almost sinking in the fluffy black sheets. I roll onto my stomach and grumble, propping my head on my hands. Soul rooms are so boring! I'd rather be in control of Ryou's body, causing havoc and chaos, making people scream…
I smirk at the thought. Making people scream in what? Pain? Agony? Pleasure, even? Feh. I snort in amusement at the very thought of such a thing. I stop abruptly when I realize that I haven't gotten any in quite a few years. Damn.
Yes, before you ask, I'm Bakura. Spirit of the Sennen Ring. The Thief King. Bakura, the King of Thieves. Sexy master of my minions. Bow to me.
Now, where was I, before I got sidetracked?
Oh, yes. I want to cause some trouble. I am bored. Honestly, how that fuzzy fluffhead stays in his soul room all day while I'm in control of our body, I will never know.
…Our body? Hell, not our body. MY body. Yep.
Geh. I can't keep my own thoughts straight for five minutes. Fantastic. What's going to happen when I finally have an opportunity to stab the pharaoh? Am I going to stand there and be thinking idiotic things? I can see it now. 'Hello, pharaoh. Today is the day I'm going to-hang on a sec. I just have to sort myself out, I'll kill you in a minute.'
Yeah, that will be GREAT. I can't even keep my thoughts on track for more than a few seconds…!
Okay, okay. This isn't a problem. All I have to do is take over Ryou's-ahem, MY body, and then I can do whatever I like. What's stopping me, anyway? Why haven't I done it yet? Why-
…Here we go again.
I growl and push myself upwards, making my way to the door of my soulroom. I open it and squint a little when a bright light emitted from underneath Ryou's door almost slaughters my eyes. I cover my eyes with an arm and shoulder Ryou's door open, immediately gaining control of our shared body.
I blink, suddenly finding myself sitting in a classroom, surrounded by chattering teenagers and flying paper spitballs. I narrow my eyes and duck, a large wad of spit-soaked paper just missing my hair. My eye twitches as I glare at the source of the spitball, and my eyes come to rest upon Malik Ishtar.
That bastard who I partnered with in Battle City. Hmph. Some prodigy he was. Sexy bastard.
…I did not just say that. He is in no way, shape or form sexy. Nope. No way.
I blink. I'm getting way too touchy on those kinds of subjects.
…I'm brought back to reality when Malik's eyes widen for a moment, his smirk morphing into an expression of confusion, and perhaps surprise. Then, those glittering violet eyes narrow slightly in amusement, and his smirk returns to his lips.
I realize I'm staring at him rather stupidly, so I shut my mouth abruptly and narrow my eyes also, my mouth quirking upwards into a smirk.
'Bakura?' My omote's soft voice rings in my ear and I wince mentally.
'What is it?' I snap, wondering what he could be doing. Can't he see I'm trying to smirk? No one interrupts Bakura's smirking time.
Ryou seems quite surprised and a little flustered. 'What are you doing? Class is about to start, and I have a test to study for,' he says quietly, and the noise echoes around my mind.
I roll my eyes. 'I was bored, and now I'm doing something with my boredom. Deal with it.'
Ryou sighs and then retreats to his soulroom, doing Ra-knows-what. I smirk, satisfied with myself, and turn my attention back to Malik.
He arches a brow at me, and I notice for the first time what he's doing. He's leaning back in his chair, tapping a pencil that's resting between his index and middle finger lightly. His sandy blonde hair is in its usual style, his bangs falling in his eyes slightly, as he observes me with a look that is just… Malik.
…I think I just spent a whole paragraph describing someone who I loathe. Yeah, that's it. I wonder if-
"Is that you, Bakura?"
His voice brings me back to reality and I snap out of it, before turning to him and smirking. "Who else?" I ask almost airily, ripping the school shirt I'm wearing open. Buttons fly everywhere as I go for the sexy look. I also run my fingers through my bat-wings of bangs before propping my head on my hand lightly, smirking at him.
Malik's smirk broadens as I do this, and I have to wonder what's running through his mind. Never the one to miss out on a smart comeback, he answers, "I wasn't expecting to see you around here… especially not after Battle City. How did you get back to your host after being sent to the Shadow Realm?"
I smirk right back at him, eyes glinting slightly. "I… have my ways," I say almost cryptically, flicking some hair out of my eyes.
Malik arches a brow inquisitively and asks, "What happened to Ryou?"
I shrug lightly. "He's in his soulroom." I flicker my eyes over to Malik mischievously. "Any reason why you ask?"
I can see Malik biting the inside of his lip, as he answers flatly, "I have a project to do with him. His well-being is important to mine."
I arch a brow at him. "Really? How so?" I'm not surprised to discover Malik cares for my omote. Meh. The fuzzball grew on even me after a while.
Malik narrows his eyes. "Because my sister will kill me if I don't get good grades; and you know how she gets when she doesn't get her Midol."
That does it. I start snickering uncontrollably; upon learning how much power Malik's sister has over him.
Malik narrows his eyes at me rather angrily, and I snort with laughter once more, before he grinds out, "At least I'm not stuck sharing a body with someone, forever."
I stop my snickering and glare at him heatedly. But, of course, he's right. As usual.
…Damnit. Why do I keep giving him credit? …Whatever.
"Won't be long until I defeat the pharaoh," I state, tilting my head sideways at the midget host of the pharaoh, Yuugi, who is busy chattering away happily to his friends. I nearly gag at the sight. It's absolutely disgusting. How I detest such… happiness. I shudder.
Malik arches a brow at me inquisitively. "You mean Yami no Yuugi?" he asks, looking almost amused. Apparently he's forgotten about his irritation at me for showing amusement at his misfortunes.
I nod, not seeing what's wrong with that. What, now he doubts my superiority? He shall pay. As soon as I defeat the pharaoh, of course.
"Of course I mean the stupid pharaoh," I respond, looking slightly disgusted. "Who else?"
"No, it's not that… you've been beaten by him repeatedly, and you still haven't learned your lesson," Malik says bluntly, eyeing me.
I blink before narrowing my eyes and snorting in disdain. "He has never 'beaten me', as you put it. I simply haven't put any of my brilliant plans into action, yet." I nod, satisfied with myself. It is the truth, after all.
Malik looks fully amused by this. He lets out a small chuckle.
"…What's so funny?" I demand, not seeing the funny side to this.
Malik's smirk widens. "You don't realize, do you?"
"Realize what?" I ask, oblivious to his meaning.
"You can't beat the pharaoh. I could, but you can't."
This makes me amused. "You tried, remember? You failed. Miserably, too."
Malik snorts. "You failed with me, Bakura."
I pause, considering. "…No, I didn't. You're the moron who didn't know his own God Card's effects."
Malik narrows his eyes. "And you're the fool who couldn't beat that body snatcher of a dark half."
That's not true. I know it, and he knows it. I let out a bored yawn, schooling my expression into one of disinterest. "Whatever you say, Ishtar."
Malik eyes me for a moment, before demanding, "Allow your omote control of your body again. I wish to speak with him."
I smirk lazily, not really feeling very interested in causing trouble anymore. "…Fine. As you wish, Ishtar. You and I shall meet again, under different circumstances."
Malik rolls his eyes. "The next time I see you, I'll destroy you."
"You can't destroy the darkness, and don't you realize that I am–" I'm cut off when I suddenly feel myself pushed to the back of Ryou's mind, no longer in control of our body-damnit. MY BODY.
'Ryou!' I growl. 'I was-'
Ryou sighs, and from the back of our shared mind, I see him fixing the buttons to his shirt and giving Malik an apologetic smile. 'Yami, you were spouting another, 'I am the darkness' speech. It's getting a bit old, don't you think?'And with that, he closes the mind link, my entire soul room suddenly turning black.
No fair… I sulk and flop on my bed again. I didn't even get to laugh evilly before disappearing in a puff of sm—fuzzy white hair!
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling, deciding sleep is better than waiting for Ryou's school day to be over. There's always this afternoon.
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A/N: Okay, that's it for chapter one. If you guys could drop a review and tell me what you think of this, I'd really appreciate it. I'd also like to know what you think of all the characterization, especially Ryou's and Malik's. I've been working hard on Ryou's character... anyway, I'll have another update for you guys soon. Have a great weekend!