Hello, dear readers. Mwahahahaha.... I am the unknown authoress. Heh, heh, heh. Yeah. I wrote the poem Welcome to the Shadow Realm. I'm kinda the serious side of the operation. . Though, you may never know how insane I can be. This is a Yu-gi-oh fanfic, and the best thing to start with would probably be the disclaimer...
Ahem, I hereby declare that I own none of the Yu-gi-oh characters appearing in this fanfic. Other characters were created by my osome author powers and shall remain mine until further notice. Thank you.
KEY: thoughts
{yami to hikari conversation}
"speaking" actions when I need to put them in the middle of a sentence example: "Hey! bang ow..."
Now, le story.
Ryou sat quietly by himself as always. His strangely white hair was neatly brushed and his shirt was tucked in very nicely. This, among other things, annoyed the living hell out of his yami, the spirit of the Millennium Ring, Bakura. The golden dream catcher around Ryou's neck glowed, and he was rudely pushed back into his soul room.
"Stupid vassal," Bakura muttered, pulling out his shirttail.
{Hey!} Ryou shouted in the back of his mind. {I was eating! You have no right to take over, spirit!}
{Who asked for your opinion? Now shut up before I punish you.} Bakura got up and left the cafeteria.
"Where's Ryou going?" Honda asked, seeing his possessed friend walk out to door. "He was in the bathroom five minutes ago."
"Don't worry about it, Honda," Anzu replied. "He always comes back."
Bakura strolled around the high school campus, inevitably looking for something to steal. {You're a kleptomaniac,} Ryou piped up.
"Didn't I give you specific instructions to be silent, little worm?" Bakura muttered under his breath.
{I'm tired of you using my body to steal things,} Ryou continued.
Here he goes again on his crime speech. It always gives me a splitting headache! {Damnit to hell, Ryou! Shut up!!} Ryou went reeling backwards in his soul room and slumped, unconscious, in a heap against the wall. "Ah, yes, quite an improvement."
Bakura walked around a bit more. The bell rang for the next class, history. Bakura sighed and finally resigned control of Ryou's body. History's a bore. I am history. Do those pathetic mortals honestly think I don't remember my life before this? Bakura thought. He sat in a huge chair in his soul room. Absentmindedly, he fiddled with the fraying cloth.
Ryou walked into history class, on time as usual. He sat down in his normal seat by the window. "Open your text books to page 57," the history teacher, a greasy man with hardly any hair said in his whiney voice. Ryou obeyed robotically. "Before we start on the next section, there are a few people I would like to introduce you to." Everyone's ears perked up, or would have if they had dog-ears. "These young ladies will be going our class this quarter while their parents work in the city." Three high-school-aged girls stepped to the front of the class.
Who are those useless mortals? Bakura thought to himself, not wanting to admit he was ever so slightly interested in knowing.
"Please tell us your names, ladies, and something else about yourselves," the greasy teacher said.
"I'm Sai Zara, and I am a martial artist," The girl had lilac hair in two hoops of hair, held in place by a plaid bow with a skull clip.
The second girl introduced herself. "I'm Anay Neon, and I enjoy playing the harp," she said sweetly. Her emerald eyes sparkled. Her wild blue hair flipped up at her ears and was basically best described as a mess.
Ryou looked, as the rest of the class did, to the last girl who stood silent for a moment. She glanced at Ryou before she began. "I'm Kanthra Yau. One of my main hobbies is kendo. I also enjoy Duel Monsters." Ryou glanced over at Yugi to see him shift uneasily. In fact a subtle tension had filled the room when Kanthra had begun to speak. Her deep mahogany hair that fell to her waist was pulled back in a neat ponytail. However, her bangs were sticking out everywhere with very little semblance to order, but they effectively covered her eyes when she tilted her head downwards.
{Heh, heh, heh,} Bakura laughed as the girls took their seats. {I'm challenging her to a duel after school today. Her soul is as good as mine.}
{No,} Ryou protested, building up his courage. {You won't use me to steal her soul. You can duel her, but don't hurt her.}
{Why do you even care about her? Are you love struck, vassal?} Bakura taunted.
{Grrr....}
That's right, just hold your peace. Stupid mortal, Bakura thought conceitedly to himself within the walls of his soul room.
Well, that's chappie uno. Hope you liked it. Now for the stereotypical request...Ahem... Please R&R. - Only one question remains... Should I tack on death threats to my closing remarks? Newayz. I'm sure you've already figured out who the "mary sue" is going to be, right? Wrong! Just wait and see what color rabbit I pull from my wonderful top hat next...