Guess I'm getting more popular, well if more people review ill make the chapters longer .
Ryou woke the next morning to the ringing of his cell phone. It was the built in alarm buzzing him awake for the oncoming school day. He let out a huge yawn and stumbled out of bed. Achieving tripping and falling on his face, he sighed and dragged on to the bathroom.
He looked at his reflection and jumped back in horror. His hair a matted mess of fluff on his head and he was still wearing the ripped clothing from before. He closed his eyes already dreading the day ahead. He snatched up the brush from the wooden bathroom counter and frantically ran it through his hair. Managing to get it under control, he headed back to his room to find his uniform. He found it how he had left it weeks before, laid out neatly in his hidden little closet. He almost forgot the closet existed before then, for it was tucked away in the corner of the room out of sight.
He quickly changed and rushed downstairs to find breakfast and his shoes. He quickly jammed some strawberry poptarts in the toaster and found his sand caked shoes by the doorway. He slipped them on thankful for socks. The grit would be a million times more tolerable.
He spotted the familiar spirit wondering the living room. He gave a tired wave and the yami walked briskly toward him.
"Well look who finally decided to wake up", He taunted.
"You're just mad because I look awesome in this uniform", Ryou shot back.
"Yeah, that's totally it", Bakura said rolling his eyes. "Anyways here's the real deal, you need to leave the millennium ring here where I can find it because I am NOT going to school with you".
"Fair enough", Ryou said and removed the necklace. He hung it on a silver key rack just next to the front door. "Easy to find and not to obvious".
"If you say so", Bakura said muttering.
Ryou cut into the kitchen and retrieved his slightly burnt pastries. He swung his new backpack over his shoulder and rushed out the door. He called behind him a "Behave" as he departed to the bus.
"Finally", Bakura declared, "I can get some work done". He let out a howl of laughter and headed for the steps. How much snooping could he do before his hikari came home?
He ducked right for the room with the white carpet and immediately got to work. He remembered seeing Ryou sleep in here so this had to be his room. He began by ambushing the closet. He found some really interesting cloths, but nothing worth looking into. He quickly abandoned the closet and was instantly puzzled. Where would he keep his stuff? He was about to abort his plan when he spied something suspicious. A pen was jutting from the end of his mattress.
"What's this", He declared and flipped over the entire mattress. He snatched up the fat envelope and notepad and threw the mattress back where he found it. He re-made the sheets to look exactly as he found them careful to keep small details.
He carefully pulled out one of the jutting papers of the envelope and read it to himself. Yesterday? He wondered. But wasn't his sister dead? The quickly folded the letter back up and jammed it into the envelope. He carelessly shoved it back under the mattress and ran out of the room. That was enough freakiness for one day.
He hastily walked downstairs to hear a heavy knock on the door. Peeking a crack through the door he saw a familiar tan face. The same one they had encountered in the desert. He brought a girl and a guy behind him; they weren't very well in view. Bakura guessed they weren't here to chat.
He snatched up the millennium ring and bolted into the back of the house. He clutched it tightly hiding under the kitchen table. He heard the living room door crash down and the intruders' converse.
"Are you sure this is the right house Ishizu?" The first tan boy said.
The girl responded. "Yes, this is the house from my vision".
"Then the necklace has to be around here somewhere! Tear it apart if you have to, we need to get it back".
Bakura stayed absolutely still under the table and stared at the shuffling feet. He listened to them throw furniture, search drawers, and have outbursts of anger.
"Damn it's not here", the boy exclaimed.
"Calm down Marik, we'll get it back", the girl said patting the boys back.
"I know it's just so frustrating", Marik said with a sigh. "Let's fix this place before the owners return".
He watched grinning as the put everything back to a tee, they then departed, Marik looking like he was going to cry.
Bakura let out a loud laugh. "What idiots!" One thing was for sure, he wasn't going to tell Ryou about this. He would freak out, or worse, give the millennium ring back to them. That would foil his entire plan in the making.
-Transition-
Ryou walked into the house expecting everything, fires, man eating monsters, a dead carcass. He was surprised to find the house exactly the way he left it, including Bakura lying on the couch watching TV.
"Hi", Ryou said slumping his backpack to the floor.
"Hi", Bakura said back simply.
Ryou grabbed the millennium ring off the key rack and slipped it around his neck.
"So… how was your day at home?" Ryou asked plopping down on the couch.
"Boring, I decided I want to come to school with you", He said still gazing at the TV.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" Ryou asked suspicious.
"Because your house is even more boring than sitting in that tomb", Bakura said with a smirk.
"Fine, then tomorrow you start class at Domino High, accompanying me of course".
"Good", Bakura replied.
An evil thought popped into Bakura's brain. He had been good all day; didn't he deserve a little freedom? With that note, he rudely shoved Ryou out of the body and took over.
"Wait. What?" Ryou shouted. "You can't just steal my body whenever you please!"
"Says who?" Bakura said standing up.
"Says ME", Ryou shot back.
"Sorry not good enough", Bakura chimed as he walked out of the house. He wanted to see what this little town had to offer, and he wasn't going to find out in the confines of Ryou's house. He walked the edge of the street, being observant to the lack of traffic and large amount of plant life. This town was small, or at least this part.