All on a Winter's Night.
by: Dark Cyrin
** This is my first Yu-Gi-Oh! fic, so go easy on me damnit! WARNING: Mild Shonen Ai.
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Dun
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You have been warned!**
Ryou grabbed his jacket and walked out of his room, shutting the door behind him. A sudden burst of demonic cackling from downstairs made the small hikari jump slightly. Realizing what the sound was he sighed and slipped on his coat, "Bakura's discovered the twisted joys of trash TV."
He smiled briefly and headed downstairs. That morning he had turned on the TV, in hopes that Bakura's attention would be drawn to it instead of him. Much to his surprise it had worked. That is, after he explained to the spirit that the people in the box were not trapped there against their will. Smiling wider he stiffled a giggle as he walked into the living room where Bakura was.
Said spirit happened to be lounging on the couch and watching the people on Springer with immense interest.
"Oh, c'mon!" he shouted, "Let her fight!" Ryou watched as Bakura suddenly slammed the knife he had been cleaning his nails with into the dark wood of the coffee table. "Why don't they give these people weapons?" he asked tossing his hands into the air in a show of dissappointment.
Ryou let out a small chuckle, despite his best efforts to be silent.
Bakura whipped around, a shocked look plastered across his face. He quickly masked it and snatched his knife from the table. "What the hell are you laughing at?" He snarled, shaking the weapon at his hikari.
Ryou shook his head, another chuckle dieing on his lips. He cleared his thoat, "Nothing...it's just that's the exact opposite of what i've always thought."
Bakura raised an eyebrow, a small grin making it's way across his face, "You have to admit, that'd make this thing much more interesting." He turned back to the TV just as another fight had broken out. His cacking laughter filling the room once more.
"I'm sure it would..." Ryou gave him an innocent smile. "I'm going over to Yugi's to watch movies...you don't want to come do you?"
"And face the icy sand again?! HELL NO!" he snarled over his shoulder.
"Would you like me to pick you up something on the way home?"
"Yeah!" Bakura turned around again, eyes lit up with a devilish light, "a toaster, some lighter fluid, and the fuzziest stuffed animal you can find!"
Ryou simple stared.
"Fine," the yami growled flipping back around and resuming his entertainment. He heard Ryou sigh and open the door.
"Can you bring me some soda and lighter fluid?"
"Soda it is..." Ryou stepped out of the house and shut the door behind him. Silently he prayed to whatever god was listening that he didn't come home to a torched house because of his yami's hatred toward the cold.
** Kay, for the record this is going to be a fairly short story. But I highly recommend sticking it out! It's worth it...and I'll give you a cookie!
Also, I don't have word on my stupid, crappy, computer, so if you catch any spelling mistakes just remember that. I try my hardest... **
Kaiba: *whacks her on the head and tries to fix her computer*
Dark Cyrin: *tries to kill Kaiba with a floppy disc*
by: Dark Cyrin
** This is my first Yu-Gi-Oh! fic, so go easy on me damnit! WARNING: Mild Shonen Ai.
Dun
Dun
Dun
You have been warned!**
Ryou grabbed his jacket and walked out of his room, shutting the door behind him. A sudden burst of demonic cackling from downstairs made the small hikari jump slightly. Realizing what the sound was he sighed and slipped on his coat, "Bakura's discovered the twisted joys of trash TV."
He smiled briefly and headed downstairs. That morning he had turned on the TV, in hopes that Bakura's attention would be drawn to it instead of him. Much to his surprise it had worked. That is, after he explained to the spirit that the people in the box were not trapped there against their will. Smiling wider he stiffled a giggle as he walked into the living room where Bakura was.
Said spirit happened to be lounging on the couch and watching the people on Springer with immense interest.
"Oh, c'mon!" he shouted, "Let her fight!" Ryou watched as Bakura suddenly slammed the knife he had been cleaning his nails with into the dark wood of the coffee table. "Why don't they give these people weapons?" he asked tossing his hands into the air in a show of dissappointment.
Ryou let out a small chuckle, despite his best efforts to be silent.
Bakura whipped around, a shocked look plastered across his face. He quickly masked it and snatched his knife from the table. "What the hell are you laughing at?" He snarled, shaking the weapon at his hikari.
Ryou shook his head, another chuckle dieing on his lips. He cleared his thoat, "Nothing...it's just that's the exact opposite of what i've always thought."
Bakura raised an eyebrow, a small grin making it's way across his face, "You have to admit, that'd make this thing much more interesting." He turned back to the TV just as another fight had broken out. His cacking laughter filling the room once more.
"I'm sure it would..." Ryou gave him an innocent smile. "I'm going over to Yugi's to watch movies...you don't want to come do you?"
"And face the icy sand again?! HELL NO!" he snarled over his shoulder.
"Would you like me to pick you up something on the way home?"
"Yeah!" Bakura turned around again, eyes lit up with a devilish light, "a toaster, some lighter fluid, and the fuzziest stuffed animal you can find!"
Ryou simple stared.
"Fine," the yami growled flipping back around and resuming his entertainment. He heard Ryou sigh and open the door.
"Can you bring me some soda and lighter fluid?"
"Soda it is..." Ryou stepped out of the house and shut the door behind him. Silently he prayed to whatever god was listening that he didn't come home to a torched house because of his yami's hatred toward the cold.
** Kay, for the record this is going to be a fairly short story. But I highly recommend sticking it out! It's worth it...and I'll give you a cookie!
Also, I don't have word on my stupid, crappy, computer, so if you catch any spelling mistakes just remember that. I try my hardest... **
Kaiba: *whacks her on the head and tries to fix her computer*
Dark Cyrin: *tries to kill Kaiba with a floppy disc*