First Fan Fiction. BE NICE PLEASE! If your nice I'll throw in some random shipping for whichever Yugioh Characters you want. I DO NOT OWN YUGIOH!
Bakura sighed quietly to himself he looked out the window staring at the Tokyo landscape. He turned to look at the bed the alarm clock next to it read one o'clock Gabrielle or was it Danielle would be waking up soon and then he would have to go to work. Bakura looked back out at the scenery his fourteenth floor apartment gave quite a view of the city and all its random beauty. Something stirred in the background and he heard his name being muttered. Well it wasn't really his name more like his host name but technicalities confused him too much. He also noticed somewhere in the back of his mind that Ryou didn't fight him this time normally he hated Bakura bringing home random girls and sleeping with them especially American girls but this time no resistance at all maybe he gotten use to it or maybe he was sulking Bakura didn't care. Bakura closed the curtains and went to the bathroom he needed to think and the only to things that made him think were hot showers and tea. He slowly began removing what was left of his clothing and stepped into the warm mist of a shower.
An hour or so later he sat at his kitchen slash dining room table and drank his steaming cup of tea. Even after all this though he couldn't get his thoughts together even though he had no idea what he was to think about all he wanted was some clarity not this confused jumble buzzing in his head. He set (more like threw) down the cup of tea the sound echoed through out the apartment and he heard Mary or Marissa get up he leaned back and put a smile on his face (well more of a seductive smirk) as she walked in wearing the white button up he had cast aside the day before her hair a mess a hint of sleep still in her eyes. She looked so innocent this Angel or Angela it made his smirk bigger she looked like a loss little kid he chuckled under his breath he stood up and offered Charlotte or Charlene a seat at the table she politely declined though claiming she had to leave before her roommate noticed she was gone. He calmly drank his tea and watched as she hurriedly grabbed all her stuff in a whirlwind of brown hair and whit milky skin. She soon left without a word and he was almost grateful more time to himself to collect his thoughts but the more he tried the more he became frustrated with himself. A small gentle voice in the back of his head popped suggesting he could help of he just let him switch for a while but Bakura declined and without the same kind of kindness as Rachel or Ramona. He felt Ryou flinch slightly in the back of his mind and he almost felt sympathy for the poor boy but his apology to his host was interrupted by the sounds of trucks backing up in front of his building. Bakura got up and went to check to see what it was. A moving van was sitting there a tall tan man or woman it was hard to tell from up there was standing in front of the moving van his/her hair was a sandy blond color it was sort of long. Bakura backed away his landlord earlier that week said someone was moving in across the hall he just didn't expect it to be so soon. Only one thought came to mind, it was the first clear thought he had had in days it was Crap. There here.