Disclaimer: Again, I don't own YuGiOh.

Author's Note: I'm in a bad mood recently, so the fic starts with M content. No guaratees on regular updates until Christmas.

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I nuzzled into something fuzzy and instinctively dug my nose deeper, yawning. Whatever it was, it was soft and warm… Wait, there isn't supposed to be anything soft and warm in my bed. I cracked an eye open, a pile of white hair came into view.

His hands were bound behind his back with a leather strap, which connected to his collar. As far as I could tell, the studs were cat's-eye; whatever they were, they matched his nipples very well.

So Santa does read the letters people send him, I love Santa! But he should've given me this kid a few years later, after it's not considered rape for me to get in bed with him. And I think Santa sent my gift to a SM club first. Bruises of every kind and color decorated this kid's body.

"Bakura-sama, you're awake," the guy in my arms looked up with the biggest brownest eyes I've ever seen. I call him guy, but he's really just a kid in his early teens. I took off the leather as quickly as I could, I never knew there were so many ways to tie knots.

"Bakura who? And who are you?" I looked around. Without posters of the latest weapons, without unsheathed knives on the ground (yeah… not smart), without piles of god-knows-what all over the place: this isn't my room.

"Master, I-I'm sorry." He cowered, "I'm yours, I'm whoever you want me to be."

It's hard to get pissed off at somebody terrified of you, I soon calmed down. "No, seriously, who are you? What's your name?"

The albino actually looked worried, "I'm Ryou, Bakura-sama, don't you remember me? I'm sorry; I shouldn't hav-" he stopped himself halfway.

"Well?" I urged him to go on.

"Can you promise not to hurt my family if I tell you?" He asked, clinging to my arm.

I nodded: I can never say no to puppy eyes. "Whatever. Just tell me what the hell happened."

"Well, I didn't do as I was told in the duel, and this is my punishment." He cowered, apparently bracing himself for a beating but shifted his body closer to me nonetheless, "I'll take my punishment master, just please don't hurt my dad…"

I hesitated, noticing the millennium ring on his and my neck. If this is a prank, somebody has gone very far to get back at me. "You're Ryou?"

He nodded obediently, shaking with fear.

"And I'm Bakura? Your yami?"

"Yami?" he looked confused, "my darkness?"

"I come from the millennium ring, right? And I look just like you?"

Some more nodding ensued, he seemed confused enough to forget about fear for a minute.

"Oh God," I leaned back. As an experience Yu-Gi-Oh fangirl, or rather a Yu-Gi-Oh fangirl has-been: since I can't be a Yu-Gi-Oh fan if that's the world I'm in, and I'm certainly not a girl anymore (I reached down to make sure, nope, not a girl anymore)… Anyways, from what I know, I should be Bakura, Yami Bakura. And since Ryou doesn't even know what a Yami is, this should be before the Battle City stuff.

Ryou seemed to have mistaken my actions, he moved on to the floor and got on his knees so that his head was between my legs. I don't know if it was good luck or misfortune that woke me from my musings.

"Ryou, don't!" I stopped him.

He looked up with huge innocent eyes, seemingly oblivious that he was just about to give me oral. "Bakura-sama, don't you want…" He trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. "Or if you want to try some other positions, I don't mind." His hands shook with uncontrollable fear as he rested his cheeks on my thigh.

He was close enough that I could see that his lips were cut and his cheeks bruised. He was scared half to death, the only thing preventing him from passing out right now is the fear that I'd do the same to his father.

I sighed, realizing for the first time that Yami Bakura was a complete pervert… actually, so is Yami Yugi and Marik. After all, the characters in the show are fifteen, sixteen, while the Yamis are five thousand some odd years old. For them be in a relationship with anybody is worse than grandfather/grandson. After all, there's a five thousand-year generation gap between the Yamis and their hikarus.

"Ryou…" I murmured, picking him up in my arms and laying him on the bed. He looked like a deer in the headlights, staring at my every move, and then quickly looking away when he saw me noticing.

"Ryou, you'd have to stop looking at me like that," I joked, trying to ease his fears "if I didn't know better, I'd think that you've fallen in love with me."

It didn't work very well. Ryou looked as though he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I felt a migraine building, so I decided to be honest, well, actually to lie, since I can't exactly tell him I'm from a world where he was 2-D.

"Look kid, you know I hit my head when I fell, right?" He nodded. "Well, I forgot some stuff when I fell, so I'll be acting differently from now on."

Huge doe-like eyes stared at me with distrust and fear, inducing such a pang of guilt in me that I almost wanted to tell him the truth. If Yami Bakura were here, I'd definitely rip him up for putting me into this predicament.

He shifted his glance, obviously not trusting a word I said. I felt a migraine building up behind my tempo.

"Yes Master," he replied carefully, taking care to sound as convincing as he could. He didn't do a very good job.

The migraine had made its way to the back of my neck.

"Never mind," I growled, getting up to get him some bandages. Opening the door, all I could see was a dark, seemingly endless corridor with a room opposite to mine.

"Um… Ryou… where are we?"

"In your soul room, master." He replied in the tone that implied 'where else can we be'. I could hear the migraines, plural now, sing as they happily crawled down my spine

"Yes… naturally…" After I sat down and got a moment to think, it was actually pretty natural that I'd be in Yami Bakura's soul room. After all, I am Bakura now. And I have no real form, so the only place where Ryou and I can exist at the same time is in the soul room. "So where are we, I mean, where's our body?" That sounded so weird somehow.

"On Duelist Island sir. You asked me to come here and meet up with Yugi, then you dueled him tonight," Ryou replied softly, all the while staying as far away from me as he possibly could without making it too obvious.

Realizing that any friendly gestures would be futile, I gave up and laid down on the bed: at least now I know when and where I am.

Ryou would get used to me, he'll see that I was different soon enough; meanwhile, I can only wait.

Duelist Island is the best opportunity for laying the foundations for eventually laying Seto (no, not getting laid by Seto), so I have to take the chance. Ryou is, well, for the lack of a better word, second priority.

From what I can remember, I should be at the point in the show where Seto, who is not yet mine, will soon meet up with the gang. Him and Joey are supposed to duel, but not anymore they aren't.

"Ryou," I grinned, "do you know what's the first step in getting somebody to fall in love with you?" He stared at me. Without waiting for an answer, I continued on, "curiosity. You have to raise their curiosity first, curiosity and hatred. That's why there're so many Yami slash Seto fics" Seto will be very curious indeed when I beat him, which shouldn't be too hard.

"Go to sleep," I patted Ryou's hair, reminding me a lot of the teddy bear I had at home: furry, soft but despondent, "a helicopter will come and wake us up."

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