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There would be all my favorite Shippings in it!

HEY GUYS! Alright, this is going to be really fun!

I actually want to write this!

Rofl. LET US BEGIN!

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The wooden door jingles lightly, and a teen with silver hair steps out of the door. "I'll be right back, Bakura!"

A stronger, more manly, voice comes from the other side of the door. "Come back soon, Ryou."

The silver haired teen turns and grins. "I will. Don't worry, I'm just going to return my-"

Before finishing, the other teen steals a kiss from Ryou's lips. "I mean it."

Just nodding and wearing a smile, Ryou turns around and starts to go down the steps. "I'll be right back! I promise!"

After a couple of feet later, Ryou hears his partner saying, "Come back safely, you dolt, I don't want to kill anyone today!"

-LIVE_LIFE_THE_FULLEST-

Slowly, but surely, the silver haired teen walks down the run-down path with a basket tightly in his hand. He tucks a silver lock behind his ear, and runs his basket-filled hand on a tree. Nearing the town, he smiles.

"Little town.. it's a quiet village..

Everyday, like the one before..

Little town full of little people, waking up to say.."

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

Ryou waves happily at the villagers. "There goes the baker with his tray, like, always—The same old bread and rolls to sell! Every morning just the same since the morning that we moved to this poor provintial town.."

The baker looks up at him, and smiles. "Good Morning, Ryou!"

Ryou grins wider and walks up to him. The baker places his tray ontop of a door. "Good morning, Misure!"

"Where are you off to?" He asks absentmindedly.

Taking the opportunity, Ryou says, "The book shop! I just finished the most wonderful story- About a beanstalk and a giant and a magical harp and.."

"That's very nice, Ryou!" The baker smiles pollitelly before turning to the door. "Marie! The bagettes! Hurry up!"

Ryou sighs and slides his book back into his basket, and shrugs his shoulders. He starts walking to the other side of the village, his eyes trained to stay locked on the smallest clay house with straw as a roof.

"Look, there he goes, that boy is strange—no question.. Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?"

"Never part of any crowd!"

"Cause his heads up on some cloud."

"No denying he's a funny boy, that Ryou."

"Bonjour!"

"Good day!"

"How is your family?"

"Bonjour!"

"Good day!"

"How is your wife?"

"I need.. six eggs!"

"That's too expensive!"

"There must be more than this provincial life!" Ryou murmurs to himself.

He opens the door to the very familiar place, and smiles as a smell of muffled pages hits him. "Ah! Ryou!"

Ryou looks at the book shop clerk, and bows pollitelly. "Good morning! I've come to return the book I've borrowed."

The clerk laughs. "Finished already, Ryou?"

"Oh I couldn't put it down!" Ryou looks through the small library. "Got anything new?"

"Not since yesterday!"

Ryou ponders for a moment, then stares at the clerk with a friendly grin. "That's alright! I'll borrow this book." Not even bothering to look at the spine, he grabs a leather cased binder.

"That one, Ryou? But you've read it twice—and returned it four months later! Do you not understand that book?"

"Oh no, Misure, it's my favorite! Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise..!" Ryou eagerly clutches the book in his hand.

The clerk laughs again, and nods. "Well if you like it all that much, it's yours."

Ryou blinks in surprise. "But, sir!"

"I insist."

"Well thank you! Thank you, very much!" Ryou bows again, and walks out.

"Look there he goes that boy is so peculiar, I wonder if he's feeling well!"

"With a dreamy far off look!"

"And his nose, stuck in a book!"

"What a puzzle to the rest of us, this Ryou."

"Oh! Isn't this amazing?

It's my favorite, cause you'll see..

Here's when she meets prince charming,

but she won't discover that it's him till chapter three!"

"Now its no wonder that his name means beauty, his looks have got no parallel!"

"But behind that fair facade, I'm afraid he's rather odd, very different from the rest of us."

"He's nothing like the rest of us. Yes, different from the rest of us is Ryou."

A tall handsome man shoots something in the air and it falls perfectly on the ground. "Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Storm! You're the greatest hunter in the whole wide world!"

The smaller one of the two picks up the dead duck, and places it in his bag to later shave it off. The taller one grins and sighs. "I know."

"No beast alive stands a chance against you. And no girl, for that matter." The smaller one comments again.

Storm ruffles the younger one's blonde hair. "It's true, Lue. And I've got my sights set on that one."

Lue looks behind him and his eyes open wide. "The blacksmith's brother?"

Storm smirks and pushes Lue on the ground. "He's the one! The lucky boy I'm going to marry!"

"B-but he's—" Lue studders awkwardly.

"The most beautiful boy in this town, little brother. That makes him the best, and don't I deserve the best?"

Lue shakes his head in an apology. "Well, of course—I mean, you do, I mean.."

"Right from the moment when I met him, saw him, I said He's gorgeous, and I fell.. and a boy as old as he, who is beautiful as me! So I'm making plans to woo and marry Ryou!"

A group of girls suddenly hault on their way to the bakery. Staring at Storm, they collaps on their knees.

"Look there, he goes, isn't he DREAMY? Misure Storm, oh he's so cute! Bestill, my heart! I'm hardly breathing.. He's such a strong, tall, dark, handsome brute!"

Storm rolls his eyes, and starts to walk through the crowd to get to Ryou. The crowd gathers around Storm and makes it almost impossible to move.

"Bonjour!"

"Pardon."

Ryou smiles. "Good day!"

"Mais oui!"

"You call this bacon?"

"What lovely grapes!"

"Some cheese,"

"Ten yards!"

"One pound."

"Scuse me!"

"I'll get the knife."

"Please let me through!"

"This bread—"

"Those fish—"

"It's stale!"

"They smell!"

"Madame's mistaken."

"Well, maybe so."

"Good morning! Oh, good morning!"

Ryou sighs in his book, and looks back up. "There must be more than this provincial life!"

"Just watch, I'm going to make Ryou my wife!" Storm points at Ryou.

"Look there he goes, the boy is strange but special— a most peculie misure!"

"What is pity and a sin,"

"He doesn't quite fit in."

"Cause he really is a funny boy, a beauty but a funny boy, he really is a funny boy that Ryou!"

Ryou looks behind him, and notices something. Everyone stares at him for a second, then goes back to work. Ryou shrugs, and goes back to walking.

E-N-D_H-E-R-E

Well, how was that? I hope you guys liked the first chapter!

Let me clear up any confusions— Bakura and Ryou are married, yet no one knows. They are concidered brothers in the village. Bakura is a blacksmith. Storm wants to marry him no matter what.

I won't be doing this ENTIRELY like the movie, but I'll make it pretty close. Next chapter? Storm tries to get Ryou to marry him. Sweet.

Hey guys, review please? It'll really help.

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