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Better Not to Ask
Shortfic. Bakura never knows what the Spirit of the Ring is up to.
The Spirit of the Ring was not one to be trifled with. Most people who saw him coming near could sense this and wisely steered clear. Those who were stupid enough to test their luck often found their souls cast forever adrift in a realm of shadow.
Now summoning shadows and extracting souls as punishment might seem a bit of a hassle to some, but not the Spirit.
He thought it was fun.
So when a couple young punks on the street challenged him, he could hardly be blamed for accepting.
The Spirit relished the looks of panic contorting their faces when they realized they were in trouble. Meh, they weren't in that much trouble. He was feeling lenient today.
Maybe it was the way the clouds blocked the cheery sun or the way their screams drowned out the birdsong that put him in this mood. Whatever it was, knowing he'd be in their nightmares was enough to sate him.
They were lucky.
They also didn't have anything he wanted.
And what of the passing lady who dropped and abandoned her shopping bag out of sheer fright?
Now that was just icing on the cake. He peered in the bag to see his prize. Two pairs of glassy eyes set amid stained fur stared vacantly back up at him. His lips curled into a feral grin.
Oh yes.
It was good to be the Thief King.
Bakura Ryou was not one to question what he considered to be the natural order of things. He learned a long time ago just to go with the flow.
With a spirit that could take control of his body whenever he wished, there wasn't much Bakura could do anyway. It was with a sense of resignation that he accepted the other's presence.
Bakura had lost count of the times he suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar location. Then there were those incidences where he was given back his body only to find that schoolmates and even his gym teacher had been turned into lead figurines.
Disturbing to say the least.
But he was getting accustomed to it.
So when Bakura awoke from an apparent afternoon nap on the couch, he wasn't all together shocked at what he saw. A little puzzled, perhaps, but not shocked. He tapped his feet together as he studied them.
Bunny slippers?
Pink. Bunny. Slippers.
Okay…
He shrugged. Bakura decided, as he had so many times in the past, he'd rather not know the details. Besides, he kinda liked the fluffy slippers. They were warm, and the glass eyes twinkled merrily when they caught the light.
Without a second thought on the matter, he shuffled off into the kitchen to make himself some tea.
