Kuraki-chan: So I'm starting another newbie that I promise won't suck like where I'm currently at with September's Children and I'm Begging You For Mercy! :D I'm actually hoping to get an RP going on sort of based around this. (slight changes have been made due to my ever changing mind of course. Haha) So check this one out and I hope you enjoy it! :3

What You Want

1; I'm Everything You Can't Control

A girl dressed from head-to-toe in black clothing (complete with a motocross jacket, onyx hair, and black backpack slung over her shoulder) walked into the lobby of an apartment complex. She wore sunglasses even though the sun was setting, and the stick of a lollipop stuck itself between her crimson lips. She was silently sucking at her lollipop still.

"May I help you, miss?" A chipper desk attendant greeted the girl. In the lighting, it was seen just how pale the girl was.

The girl handed the attendant – Amari – a card silently. Amari read it, typed furiously on her keyboard of her computer, and smiled up at the girl before her. "Room 306 miss…?" The girl shook her head. Her last name was of no importance right now. "Well, you have one roommate – a boy about your age. Is that okay?" The girl nodded. "Than go on him. Your roommate should be back shortly." Amari handed her the key to her room.

She nodded and took the elevator up, finding 306 with ease. She made her way in, noting how nice the boy kept the place. As she explored further, she found an open door that led to an empty bedroom. She assumed it was hers and threw her backpack on her bed.

You're no fun anymore, 'Virah. A dark voice cooed in her head.

'She just defeated three Rare Hunters and two imbeciles that chose to duel her. Be quiet, Kyra.' An authorative voice argued.

So she's in the tournament, big deal. It took her an hour to accomplish that. I could have done it in twenty minutes, Miri. Kyra replied.

Shut up, Kyra. 'Virah commanded, shutting the two out. She then heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps. The pale girl removed her boots and jacket and went into the kitchen to find a pale, white-haired boy.

He was startled by her sudden presence but smiled. "Hello," he said kindly, "I'm Ryou."

She took the cherry lollipop out of her mouth and spoke, "I'm Elvirah. But call me Virah." Bored with the lollipop, Virah threw it away.

"Well, welcome to Domino City, Virah. But, uhm, you do know that it's night and you're inside, right…?"

Virah arched an eyebrow then nodded, understanding the timid boy's hints. "Yeah, I don't just don't really like my eyes," she replied in a bored tone, leaning against the wall.

Who in Ra's name is she? Ryou flinched slightly at his yami's harsh tone.

M-my new r-roommate – Virah, he replied.

The yami scoffed. A roommate? Really, Ryou? That's the best you've got against me?

Virah stared at Ryou curiously. The distant look on his face was clue enough for her to understand.

'Are you going to split them so you may speak to them separately or draw Ryou's yami out alone?' Miri asked Virah calmly.

I'm not certain yet, Miri. What's your perspective? Virah replied.

'I have the feeling that Ryou doesn't get much freedom from his darker half.'

So his yami is a possessive, pompous, selfish, dork?

'Pretty much. I would split them so they may both have freedom.'

Virah gave a small nod and flicked her wrist, causing Ryou's Millennium Ring to show, along with Bakura who fell on the floor. Both boys looked at Virah, stunned. Virah merely shrugged and went into the living room, sitting on the couch.

"What, are you?" Bakura sneered at the girl.

"I'm a high school student, part-time waitress, oh! And a duelist," she held up her six locator cards.

Ryou entered shyly and confused. Don't get him wrong, he was utterly happy that Bakura couldn't currently possess him, but what exactly just happened?

Bakura was conflicted; he was in a rage, yet sinisterly happy. Who was this girl? What did she just do? How did she know? How are her breasts so big? Bakura tried to ignore that last one.

Virah arched an eyebrow and followed Bakura's eyes. She sighed. "I'd rather you bitch at me than stare at my chest." She suddenly regretting being in skinny jeans and a camisole.

Bakura smirked. "Someone's a smart-ass."

"And someone else is a dumbass," Virah replied in a bored tone. Ryou tried not to laugh at that. That caused Bakura to scowl. Virah stood and poked at his cheeks. "If you keep doing that, you'll get frown lines. I'd say your face will freeze up like that, but I think it might have already."

Bakura grabbed her hands and felt a familiar jolt through his body. He didn't recognize it, but it felt…familiar.

"If you wanted to hold my hand, all you had to do is ask." Virah teased him. "But I still would have said, 'hell no'." She yanked back her hands and sat back down.

She's not afraid of him…or running away… Ryou thought with a smile.

'I think Ryou is glad someone is finally standing up to Bakura,' Miri said.

Good; he seems like a sweetie, he deserves it.

Virah stood and went up to Ryou, putting a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry Ryou, you can count on me to kick Bakura's ass whenever you need. I'll always be here for you and protect you, I promise." Knowing he probably needed it, Virah hugged Ryou gently.

Bakura snorted. "How cute. Now than," Virah faced him, "who are you?"

Virah sighed and removed her glasses, showing the two boys her amethyst eyes. "My name is Elvirah Thorn Ishtar. What the hell else do you want to know?"