Ever had a one shot idea that wouldn't leave you alone until you wrote it? Well this one is mine XD. Yes this doesn't have much to do with the timeline of the series. It is pretty sad and a teensy bit tendershippy if you stand on your head and look sideways. So just read and (hopefully) enjoy.
Bakura pushed the door open to what was now an uninhabited part of the house. It was a simple, basic room. The cream coloured walls had rows of books and little figurines upon them. There was a bed in the corner that had not been slept in for years and a side table with lamp. There was a large walk-in closet beside the door and a rug on the floor. Perhaps the most unusual thing about the room, besides the fact that it was so ordinary, was the armoire sitting in the corner. It was a rather odd looking piece of furniture. The age of it clashing with the seeming simplicity of the other pieces.
He walked over it lightly, not even wanting to disturb the dust that had settled over everything so long ago. The scent of must was thick in the air yet it didn't make Bakura's nose so much as twitch as he made his way over to the ancient piece of furniture. Gently, he pulled the door open.
Inside were rows upon rows of Monster World dolls placed upon handcrafted shelves, their once brilliant colours now faded from lack of care and the ravages of time. In front of all of these was one of a White Mage. It was not plagued by the same woes as the others, but looked like it had just been created yesterday. The robes were a shimmering white, with hues of blue here and there. Not a speck of dust was to be seen upon its features. Its big, soulful brown eyes seemed to stare up at Bakura as he reached in and plucked it off of its shelf.
Carefully, Bakura took it downstairs, the unnatural warmth coming off of the doll heating his hand. He slipped into the living room where many cleaning supplies and a comb were laid out. Gently, he dusted the doll down, polished its face, and combed its hair. Once it was clean to his satisfaction, he picked it up carefully, as if it were spun glass, and carried it back upstairs.
He put it back in the armoire, in its place of honour at the forefront of all the others like it. It gazed at him sadly as he closed the door.
So yeah, if you can't tell (which I am sure all of you can), it has been many years after the original series and Bakura has his own body... the doll was Ryou.
As always, feedback is appreciated.