A/N: Ok...um....hi!...^___^;; This is my first fic so if and when you do review
um...be gentle please!!!...I'm easily discouraged..but I ain't doin this for
reviews. Nope ain't doin it for the reviews...
I'm a long time reader and first time writer and I'll only write ryou/bakura/malik/marik stories....but pairings...if I get better I'll do a threesome or even more! ;) argh..I probably won't though.....-_-;;
OH! And also, if you want an online YGO buddy for MSN...I'm looking for people!!!! I also like music...especially rock....LINKIN PARK!!!...evanescence simple plan yellowcard and three days grace....so if ya wanna chat then here's my email...semigothchick@hotmail.com....
Disclaimer:...Bakura? Bakura: What do you want? Disclaimer? Bakura: Why should I help you? As you can see, I can't control the cast...so do I own Yu-Gi-Oh?...NO!!!
On with the fic!!!
New Punishment..... Chapter 1
Rain came splattering down and the drains were starting to flood. Cars and trucks were speeding to get to their destinations but there was no one on the pathways except for one lone figure.
The figure was a sixteen-year-old boy in a blue school uniform. His white hair cascaded just past his shoulders and his wide brown eyes held innocence, that was so hard to come by these days, but looked as though they could pierce through your soul. His usually pale skin was flushed from the wind rushing in the opposite direction. He was walking steadily, as though he was in no hurry to get to his destination.
The figure turned into a small suburban street and, after five minutes of walking, turned into the driveway of a large, white house.
The house was two storeys and it had a large lawn, with Sakura Trees here and there. The white-haired boy made it to the front porch of his house, before setting his backpack down and fumbling for his keys. He stood up with his keys in his hand and grabbed his backpack. He sighed, before putting the keys in the lock and unlocking the door. The door opened and Ryou walked in and set his backpack down on the floor. He slipped off his shoes and put them neatly by the door. He looked around cautiously calling out, "I'm home."
His soft voice had a hint of a British accent accompanying it. Of course, Ryou didn't really expect anyone to answer him. His mother and younger sister died in a fatal car accident when he was younger. His father was an archaeologist and he had always been on the other side of the world, digging for relics of the past. There was, however, another occupant in this house, other than Ryou.
Ryou went upstairs and into his room. His room was painted a creamy- white colour and had white carpet. There was a desk and a computer in the top right-hand corner of the room as you walk in, and a scotch chest on the bottom right-hand corner. His double bed would probably be the first thing you would see if you walked into his room, with a large, fluffy looking pillow, and a comfortable, creamy-white looking blanket. There was also a large window, opposite the wall of the door, with a window seat.
Ryou got changed into a pair of jeans, a green, button-up shirt and a cream coloured jersey. He go a clothes-hanger to hang up his wet, school uniform. He then settled down at his desk and pulled out his extensive math homework. At 5:30, Ryou jumped slightly when he heard the door slam. Apparently his yami came home.
It was a mystery to Ryou, where his yami went everyday, There aren't many places a 5000 year old spirit could go, are there?
Ryou went to the hall closet to get a towel, before heading downstairs, to greet his soaking wet, yami.
Bakura looked a lot like Ryou but with a few obvious features. Bakura was the taller of the two, by a few inches and his brown eyes were always narrowed sinisterly. Bakura was a little more muscular than Ryou, who was long and lean, and his white hair wasn't as tame as Ryou's , and stuck out a lot more.
"H-h-here y-you go Bakura," Ryou said, as he offered the towel to him.
"Meh," was the reply Ryou got, when the towel was snatched off of him. Ryou bowed and started to walk away.
"Wait, Ryou."
Ryou turned around.
"Yes Bakura?"
"I have decided.....that instead of beating you, I've decided on another way to make you stronger."
Ryou felt a little frightened about this new punishment, but decided to keep this to himself. He, therefore, settled for a politely puzzled look.
"And what would that be Bakura?"
TBC!
A/N: Cliffie! ^____^ Ok....I might have done a lot of explaining in this chappie but that's only cuz this was for my English homework....^____^;;; and don't have a beta-reader so some of the punctuation might be a bit off...*coughoveruseofcommascough* Anyways....this won't be updated according to reviews...HELL NO! That's just sad....No! This will be updated whenever I feel inspired to write...and I'll put a note up if discontinued.
NOT FORGET!!! EMAIL BUDDIES!!!! YUGIOH EMAIL BUDDIES!!!!!!!!!!MSN ONLY SORRY!! semigothchick@hotmail.com
JA MATTE NE!!! (Cyaz l8r)
I'm a long time reader and first time writer and I'll only write ryou/bakura/malik/marik stories....but pairings...if I get better I'll do a threesome or even more! ;) argh..I probably won't though.....-_-;;
OH! And also, if you want an online YGO buddy for MSN...I'm looking for people!!!! I also like music...especially rock....LINKIN PARK!!!...evanescence simple plan yellowcard and three days grace....so if ya wanna chat then here's my email...semigothchick@hotmail.com....
Disclaimer:...Bakura? Bakura: What do you want? Disclaimer? Bakura: Why should I help you? As you can see, I can't control the cast...so do I own Yu-Gi-Oh?...NO!!!
On with the fic!!!
New Punishment..... Chapter 1
Rain came splattering down and the drains were starting to flood. Cars and trucks were speeding to get to their destinations but there was no one on the pathways except for one lone figure.
The figure was a sixteen-year-old boy in a blue school uniform. His white hair cascaded just past his shoulders and his wide brown eyes held innocence, that was so hard to come by these days, but looked as though they could pierce through your soul. His usually pale skin was flushed from the wind rushing in the opposite direction. He was walking steadily, as though he was in no hurry to get to his destination.
The figure turned into a small suburban street and, after five minutes of walking, turned into the driveway of a large, white house.
The house was two storeys and it had a large lawn, with Sakura Trees here and there. The white-haired boy made it to the front porch of his house, before setting his backpack down and fumbling for his keys. He stood up with his keys in his hand and grabbed his backpack. He sighed, before putting the keys in the lock and unlocking the door. The door opened and Ryou walked in and set his backpack down on the floor. He slipped off his shoes and put them neatly by the door. He looked around cautiously calling out, "I'm home."
His soft voice had a hint of a British accent accompanying it. Of course, Ryou didn't really expect anyone to answer him. His mother and younger sister died in a fatal car accident when he was younger. His father was an archaeologist and he had always been on the other side of the world, digging for relics of the past. There was, however, another occupant in this house, other than Ryou.
Ryou went upstairs and into his room. His room was painted a creamy- white colour and had white carpet. There was a desk and a computer in the top right-hand corner of the room as you walk in, and a scotch chest on the bottom right-hand corner. His double bed would probably be the first thing you would see if you walked into his room, with a large, fluffy looking pillow, and a comfortable, creamy-white looking blanket. There was also a large window, opposite the wall of the door, with a window seat.
Ryou got changed into a pair of jeans, a green, button-up shirt and a cream coloured jersey. He go a clothes-hanger to hang up his wet, school uniform. He then settled down at his desk and pulled out his extensive math homework. At 5:30, Ryou jumped slightly when he heard the door slam. Apparently his yami came home.
It was a mystery to Ryou, where his yami went everyday, There aren't many places a 5000 year old spirit could go, are there?
Ryou went to the hall closet to get a towel, before heading downstairs, to greet his soaking wet, yami.
Bakura looked a lot like Ryou but with a few obvious features. Bakura was the taller of the two, by a few inches and his brown eyes were always narrowed sinisterly. Bakura was a little more muscular than Ryou, who was long and lean, and his white hair wasn't as tame as Ryou's , and stuck out a lot more.
"H-h-here y-you go Bakura," Ryou said, as he offered the towel to him.
"Meh," was the reply Ryou got, when the towel was snatched off of him. Ryou bowed and started to walk away.
"Wait, Ryou."
Ryou turned around.
"Yes Bakura?"
"I have decided.....that instead of beating you, I've decided on another way to make you stronger."
Ryou felt a little frightened about this new punishment, but decided to keep this to himself. He, therefore, settled for a politely puzzled look.
"And what would that be Bakura?"
TBC!
A/N: Cliffie! ^____^ Ok....I might have done a lot of explaining in this chappie but that's only cuz this was for my English homework....^____^;;; and don't have a beta-reader so some of the punctuation might be a bit off...*coughoveruseofcommascough* Anyways....this won't be updated according to reviews...HELL NO! That's just sad....No! This will be updated whenever I feel inspired to write...and I'll put a note up if discontinued.
NOT FORGET!!! EMAIL BUDDIES!!!! YUGIOH EMAIL BUDDIES!!!!!!!!!!MSN ONLY SORRY!! semigothchick@hotmail.com
JA MATTE NE!!! (Cyaz l8r)