Change-a-roo
Yami Yugi and Yami Bakura have hated each other for over 5,000 years. Then, one night they switch bodies....
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh, because if I did, I'd be in the show, and making out with Bakura in every episode. ^_^
Quicky notes:
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Yugi = Yami
Yami Malik = Marik
~~~ = scene change
*** = end/start of chapter
This fic has Marik X Bakura, Yami X Yugi, and eventually Bakura X Yami pairings. Not to mention pairing that aren't as important. Just, no one is straight, okay? lol. Just so ya know.
On with the fic....
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Chapter 1 ~ I'm dreaming, right?
"Don't pull that shit on me. I know you're cheating somehow!" Bakura snarled in rage. He was facing Yami in a duel for the seventh time in a row. He was loosing by about oh....50 points out of 2,000.
Yami, who currant stat was at 1,050 was smirking broadly, "You know very well that I do not cheat, tomb robber. Now, make your move."
Bakura scowled, and made his turn.
Giving another one of his trademark smiles, Yami placed down his spell binding circle, and attacked Bakura's monster with his dark magician, winning for the seventh time today... in a row.
"Ra dammit." Bakura spat. He picked up his deck, and stood up. Stretching his arms out, he yawned, "Well fine, one of these days I'll kick your ass, pharoah. Just wait." he turned to leave, "Go get Ryou."
"You do it." Yami protested, as he was carefully stacking his cards back, "I'm not your slave."
Bakura made an annoyed sound, "Do as I say."
Yami's ruby eyes glanced up at him, "Make me." he stuck out his tougue.
"Oh. that's mature." Bakura snapped at him with sarcasm.
Standing, Yami countered, "And you making me go get YOUR abiou is mature?"
Shrugging, Bakura answered, "Hey. If the shoe fits." he smirked.
In the kitchen, Yugi and Ryou were hearing everything going on in the livingroom. Yugi sighed, "Why does your yami have to hate mine so much." he sat on a stool in front of the counter.
Ryou shrugged, "I dunno. Maybe the whole tomb robber vs. pharoah thing is getting to my yami. I mean, they were rivals back then, and they seem to always will be." he took a sip of his soda, and sat beside Yugi.
Yugi nodded, "Hai, but it's kinda annoying after a couple hundred arguements."
"No kidding." Ryou agreed.
Soon after, Bakura came storming in, and grabbed Ryou's sleeve, "We're out of here."
Ryou winced, and followed him, "Ja Yugi!"
"Sayonara Ryou!" Yugi waved, but then frowned.
Yami came in next, and sat beside Yugi, placing an arm around him, "Hey." he kissed the younger's forehead.
Yugi smiled and gave a small giggle, "hi."
Resting his chin on the counter, Yami closed his eyes, "You know, that damned tomb robber thinks he so great. I'd like to see him be me for a change." he burried his spiky head in his arms.
~~~
The minute the millenium ring holders got through the door, Bakura threw Ryou onto the floor, and smack him around for a bit. Once, Ryou was bleeding enough to Bakura's satisfaction, he stormed upstairs, and collasped on his bed that Ryou had given him in the guest room.
He scowled, "The pharoah thinks he's so great. I'd like to see him be me for a change." he rolled over, and closed his chocolate eyes.
~~~
The next minute is extremely odd to explain. Both Yami and Bakura suddenly felt like someone shocked them electricity. They both opened their eyes at the same time, and each saw something different...
Yami sat up first. He looked around, and gasped. He was no longer in the kitchen. In fact, he was no longer in his house! He suddenly stood up, and noticed that he was taller than normal. He glanced around frantically, searching for a mirror or something. He found on propped up in the corner. Dashing towards it, he stared at himself. He saw not his own eyes of crimson, but brown. Chocolate brown. His hair was no longer spiky either. Well it was, but it was in many spikes, and long. And an extremely light purple. He gasped. He was BAKURA!
~~~
Bakura looked up, and saw he wasn't in his bed either. He knew where he was, the Motou kitchen, because he had just left from there. He sat up straight, all of a sudden, and noticed his wrist were clad in buckles. He quirked an eyebrow, and looked over to his right. He gasped, "Yugi?"
Yugi nodded, "Hai, Yami-koi?"
Bakura's eyes went to the size of saucers, "Hang on." he suddenly stood up, and tried to touch the ceiling. When he walked in earlier, we was able to graze it with his fingers on his tippy toes. He reached up, and even on his highest tippy toes, was a bit far to reach his. He gaspd, "Holy Ra!" he dashed up the stairs, and into the bathroom. He stared into the mirror, and almost screamed. He was missing his eyes, and looking at rubies instead. His hair was tri colored and spikied into a shocking style. He was beginning to breathe hard, "Oh no." He was YAMI!
(A/N: I found that part extremely lame and stupid, but whatever. Okay, from now until I say, when I'm talking about Bakura, he'll be the Bakura in YAMI'S body. Vice versa, okay? Okay. Sorry to anyone who I hurt by making them think. ^_^)
~~~
Panicking, Yami ran down the hall, and to the phone he knew was in the Bakura's kitchen. Quickly dialing home, he noticed Ryou on the floor, moving slowly. Putting the phone down, Yami walked over to him, "Ryou?" he noticed his voice had gotten deeper.
Ryou looked up, fear in his eyes. He quickly tried to stand, his leg bleeding. He was too scared to speak.
Yami frowned, "Who did this to you?"
Feeling awkward, Ryou spoke quietly, "You did."
Yami tried not to act surprised. He had to remember who he was right now. He helped Ryou to stand, and wrapped and arm around him for support, "Here." he placed Ryou on the couch. Running back upstairs, he grabbed the first aid kit in the bathroom, and brought it back down to Ryou. Not wanting to blow his cover, he placed the bag next to Ryou, and said, "There. Clean yourself up." he felt so stupid when he said, "and the room too. It's a dump." and he walked out.
Picking up the phone again, Yami dialed his house again. This time, staying for someone to pick up. Someone answered almost too quickly. Someone that sounded like himself. "Yami!?!"
Yami almost about to faint, "Bakura!?! We switched bodies!"
"NAH! YOU THINK!?!" Bakura was still into the sarcasm.
Scowling, Yami snapped, "This is no time for fighting, Bakura. We need to think of a way to switch back. I am NOT about to spend the rest of my immortal life as you!"
"Yea, and I want to be you."
Yami was ready to punch something, "You really like to hear yourself be a smartass, don't you?"
"I dunno." Bakura shrugged, "Do I?"
"Bakura!"
"Fatass."
"I AM NOT YOU JERK!"
"Oh I'm so scared."
"DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!"
Bakura was loving this, "Relax. Don't have a spazz. At least, I got the best part of the deal."
Yami growled, "Don't think we're staying like this. I have a lot of important things to take care of." he pouted, "I was suppose to spend the night with Abiou."
"Don't tell me your dating that thing."
"THING!?!"
"Yea, you heard me. Thing. He's too.... nice to be anything."
"YOU LITTLE-" Yami suddenly thought of something. He laughed.
Bakura heard his own laugh on the other end of the phone, "What's so funny?"
Yami sombered, "Well, if you're me, looks like you'll have to spend the night with him instead."
Bakura actually screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
Laughing again, Yami heard the doorbell, "Um Bakura? Someone's at the door."
Bakura gasped, "HOLY RA! MARIK!"
"WHAT!?!" Yami almost dropped the phone, "Marik Ishtar? Out of all the people alive, it had to be MARIK ISHTAR!?!"
Bakura shrugged, "He's got a nice ass."
"I DON'T THINK IT'S SO NICE!" Yami screamed back into the phone.
Bakura snickered, "Don't tell me you've looked."
Before Yami could yell back at him, he heard Ryou answer the door, "Oh hi Marik. Yami's on the phone in the kitchen."
Yami began to panick, "What am I going to do?"
"Play it cool you dumbass. Act like me." Bakura then quickly added, "But not the me you see."
"Yea. uh that's very helpful." Yami suddenly felt a pair of strong tan arms wrap around his waist. He spun around, and found someone's lips on his, claiming them into a kiss. Yami's eyes were wide, and he pulled away. Not knowing what to say to the Egyptian in front of him. Noticing the phone still in his hand, he quickly said, "Hang on, I'm on the phone."
Bakura rolled his eyes, "Nice cover. So, did you like the kiss?"
"Shut up." Yami snapped back, "Well, I guess I'm out of here."
"No you're not." Bakura said softly, "You HAVE to change your clothes."
Yami's eyes went wide, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing." he looked down at the black leather pants, and cotton blue stripped shirt unbuttoned. He suddenly looked at Marik. He was wearing a pair of black, hip-hugging leather pants, and a purple sleeveless shirt.
Bakura scoffed, "We were planning to go dancing."
Groaning, Yami banged his head on the wall, "But I don't know how!"
"There is NO ONE on this planet who doesn't know how to dance. Just wing it. Hey, the outfit I wanted to wear is on the chair in my room. Go change." Bakura smirked, "and have fun being me."
Yami gulped, "Uh yea... thanks. Have fun with Yugi."
Bakura groaned, "Yea okay. We'll drink cocoa and watch a movie."
"Shut up." Yami snapped, and then suddenly gasped, "WAIT! What about if he wants to have SEX with me!"
"We've done it before. Fight for top. Later." and with that, Bakura hung up.
Yami heard the buzzing noise to tell that Bakura hung up. He sighed and put the phone back on the hook. He turned to face Marik, "uh hi. Sorry."
Marik shrugged, "Whatever. Just get changed. I'm ready to get going."
"Okay. Don't have a spazz." using the phrase he had heard Bakura say earlier. He started to climb up the stair before he realized he used it, "Oh great. I'm talking like him now." and he opened the door to his new room...
***
KT: MWUAHAHA! Don't ya hate me?
Bakura: yes
KT: *hits him outside of head* HEY!
Yami Yugi and Yami Bakura have hated each other for over 5,000 years. Then, one night they switch bodies....
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh, because if I did, I'd be in the show, and making out with Bakura in every episode. ^_^
Quicky notes:
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Yugi = Yami
Yami Malik = Marik
~~~ = scene change
*** = end/start of chapter
This fic has Marik X Bakura, Yami X Yugi, and eventually Bakura X Yami pairings. Not to mention pairing that aren't as important. Just, no one is straight, okay? lol. Just so ya know.
On with the fic....
***
Chapter 1 ~ I'm dreaming, right?
"Don't pull that shit on me. I know you're cheating somehow!" Bakura snarled in rage. He was facing Yami in a duel for the seventh time in a row. He was loosing by about oh....50 points out of 2,000.
Yami, who currant stat was at 1,050 was smirking broadly, "You know very well that I do not cheat, tomb robber. Now, make your move."
Bakura scowled, and made his turn.
Giving another one of his trademark smiles, Yami placed down his spell binding circle, and attacked Bakura's monster with his dark magician, winning for the seventh time today... in a row.
"Ra dammit." Bakura spat. He picked up his deck, and stood up. Stretching his arms out, he yawned, "Well fine, one of these days I'll kick your ass, pharoah. Just wait." he turned to leave, "Go get Ryou."
"You do it." Yami protested, as he was carefully stacking his cards back, "I'm not your slave."
Bakura made an annoyed sound, "Do as I say."
Yami's ruby eyes glanced up at him, "Make me." he stuck out his tougue.
"Oh. that's mature." Bakura snapped at him with sarcasm.
Standing, Yami countered, "And you making me go get YOUR abiou is mature?"
Shrugging, Bakura answered, "Hey. If the shoe fits." he smirked.
In the kitchen, Yugi and Ryou were hearing everything going on in the livingroom. Yugi sighed, "Why does your yami have to hate mine so much." he sat on a stool in front of the counter.
Ryou shrugged, "I dunno. Maybe the whole tomb robber vs. pharoah thing is getting to my yami. I mean, they were rivals back then, and they seem to always will be." he took a sip of his soda, and sat beside Yugi.
Yugi nodded, "Hai, but it's kinda annoying after a couple hundred arguements."
"No kidding." Ryou agreed.
Soon after, Bakura came storming in, and grabbed Ryou's sleeve, "We're out of here."
Ryou winced, and followed him, "Ja Yugi!"
"Sayonara Ryou!" Yugi waved, but then frowned.
Yami came in next, and sat beside Yugi, placing an arm around him, "Hey." he kissed the younger's forehead.
Yugi smiled and gave a small giggle, "hi."
Resting his chin on the counter, Yami closed his eyes, "You know, that damned tomb robber thinks he so great. I'd like to see him be me for a change." he burried his spiky head in his arms.
~~~
The minute the millenium ring holders got through the door, Bakura threw Ryou onto the floor, and smack him around for a bit. Once, Ryou was bleeding enough to Bakura's satisfaction, he stormed upstairs, and collasped on his bed that Ryou had given him in the guest room.
He scowled, "The pharoah thinks he's so great. I'd like to see him be me for a change." he rolled over, and closed his chocolate eyes.
~~~
The next minute is extremely odd to explain. Both Yami and Bakura suddenly felt like someone shocked them electricity. They both opened their eyes at the same time, and each saw something different...
Yami sat up first. He looked around, and gasped. He was no longer in the kitchen. In fact, he was no longer in his house! He suddenly stood up, and noticed that he was taller than normal. He glanced around frantically, searching for a mirror or something. He found on propped up in the corner. Dashing towards it, he stared at himself. He saw not his own eyes of crimson, but brown. Chocolate brown. His hair was no longer spiky either. Well it was, but it was in many spikes, and long. And an extremely light purple. He gasped. He was BAKURA!
~~~
Bakura looked up, and saw he wasn't in his bed either. He knew where he was, the Motou kitchen, because he had just left from there. He sat up straight, all of a sudden, and noticed his wrist were clad in buckles. He quirked an eyebrow, and looked over to his right. He gasped, "Yugi?"
Yugi nodded, "Hai, Yami-koi?"
Bakura's eyes went to the size of saucers, "Hang on." he suddenly stood up, and tried to touch the ceiling. When he walked in earlier, we was able to graze it with his fingers on his tippy toes. He reached up, and even on his highest tippy toes, was a bit far to reach his. He gaspd, "Holy Ra!" he dashed up the stairs, and into the bathroom. He stared into the mirror, and almost screamed. He was missing his eyes, and looking at rubies instead. His hair was tri colored and spikied into a shocking style. He was beginning to breathe hard, "Oh no." He was YAMI!
(A/N: I found that part extremely lame and stupid, but whatever. Okay, from now until I say, when I'm talking about Bakura, he'll be the Bakura in YAMI'S body. Vice versa, okay? Okay. Sorry to anyone who I hurt by making them think. ^_^)
~~~
Panicking, Yami ran down the hall, and to the phone he knew was in the Bakura's kitchen. Quickly dialing home, he noticed Ryou on the floor, moving slowly. Putting the phone down, Yami walked over to him, "Ryou?" he noticed his voice had gotten deeper.
Ryou looked up, fear in his eyes. He quickly tried to stand, his leg bleeding. He was too scared to speak.
Yami frowned, "Who did this to you?"
Feeling awkward, Ryou spoke quietly, "You did."
Yami tried not to act surprised. He had to remember who he was right now. He helped Ryou to stand, and wrapped and arm around him for support, "Here." he placed Ryou on the couch. Running back upstairs, he grabbed the first aid kit in the bathroom, and brought it back down to Ryou. Not wanting to blow his cover, he placed the bag next to Ryou, and said, "There. Clean yourself up." he felt so stupid when he said, "and the room too. It's a dump." and he walked out.
Picking up the phone again, Yami dialed his house again. This time, staying for someone to pick up. Someone answered almost too quickly. Someone that sounded like himself. "Yami!?!"
Yami almost about to faint, "Bakura!?! We switched bodies!"
"NAH! YOU THINK!?!" Bakura was still into the sarcasm.
Scowling, Yami snapped, "This is no time for fighting, Bakura. We need to think of a way to switch back. I am NOT about to spend the rest of my immortal life as you!"
"Yea, and I want to be you."
Yami was ready to punch something, "You really like to hear yourself be a smartass, don't you?"
"I dunno." Bakura shrugged, "Do I?"
"Bakura!"
"Fatass."
"I AM NOT YOU JERK!"
"Oh I'm so scared."
"DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!"
Bakura was loving this, "Relax. Don't have a spazz. At least, I got the best part of the deal."
Yami growled, "Don't think we're staying like this. I have a lot of important things to take care of." he pouted, "I was suppose to spend the night with Abiou."
"Don't tell me your dating that thing."
"THING!?!"
"Yea, you heard me. Thing. He's too.... nice to be anything."
"YOU LITTLE-" Yami suddenly thought of something. He laughed.
Bakura heard his own laugh on the other end of the phone, "What's so funny?"
Yami sombered, "Well, if you're me, looks like you'll have to spend the night with him instead."
Bakura actually screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
Laughing again, Yami heard the doorbell, "Um Bakura? Someone's at the door."
Bakura gasped, "HOLY RA! MARIK!"
"WHAT!?!" Yami almost dropped the phone, "Marik Ishtar? Out of all the people alive, it had to be MARIK ISHTAR!?!"
Bakura shrugged, "He's got a nice ass."
"I DON'T THINK IT'S SO NICE!" Yami screamed back into the phone.
Bakura snickered, "Don't tell me you've looked."
Before Yami could yell back at him, he heard Ryou answer the door, "Oh hi Marik. Yami's on the phone in the kitchen."
Yami began to panick, "What am I going to do?"
"Play it cool you dumbass. Act like me." Bakura then quickly added, "But not the me you see."
"Yea. uh that's very helpful." Yami suddenly felt a pair of strong tan arms wrap around his waist. He spun around, and found someone's lips on his, claiming them into a kiss. Yami's eyes were wide, and he pulled away. Not knowing what to say to the Egyptian in front of him. Noticing the phone still in his hand, he quickly said, "Hang on, I'm on the phone."
Bakura rolled his eyes, "Nice cover. So, did you like the kiss?"
"Shut up." Yami snapped back, "Well, I guess I'm out of here."
"No you're not." Bakura said softly, "You HAVE to change your clothes."
Yami's eyes went wide, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing." he looked down at the black leather pants, and cotton blue stripped shirt unbuttoned. He suddenly looked at Marik. He was wearing a pair of black, hip-hugging leather pants, and a purple sleeveless shirt.
Bakura scoffed, "We were planning to go dancing."
Groaning, Yami banged his head on the wall, "But I don't know how!"
"There is NO ONE on this planet who doesn't know how to dance. Just wing it. Hey, the outfit I wanted to wear is on the chair in my room. Go change." Bakura smirked, "and have fun being me."
Yami gulped, "Uh yea... thanks. Have fun with Yugi."
Bakura groaned, "Yea okay. We'll drink cocoa and watch a movie."
"Shut up." Yami snapped, and then suddenly gasped, "WAIT! What about if he wants to have SEX with me!"
"We've done it before. Fight for top. Later." and with that, Bakura hung up.
Yami heard the buzzing noise to tell that Bakura hung up. He sighed and put the phone back on the hook. He turned to face Marik, "uh hi. Sorry."
Marik shrugged, "Whatever. Just get changed. I'm ready to get going."
"Okay. Don't have a spazz." using the phrase he had heard Bakura say earlier. He started to climb up the stair before he realized he used it, "Oh great. I'm talking like him now." and he opened the door to his new room...
***
KT: MWUAHAHA! Don't ya hate me?
Bakura: yes
KT: *hits him outside of head* HEY!