White Demon, Dark Angel
Windswift: ^^ I'm back!!! And I think I got 100's on my first two finals!!! And I'm having lots of inspiration!!! And for once in my life I may just finish a fic!!!
Ryelle: You also allowed yourself to eat some of your m&m stash
Windswift: ^^ Yep. I got inspired for the first and last parts of this chapter while at school. And then I filled in the middle. It isn't as long as the last chapter, but longer than the first two.
Muse: ^^ I got bored. Forced inspiration at least keeps us busy while we're sitting around expected to be studying . . . .
Windswift: Who's going to have the privilege of saying the disclaimer today?
La Muse: MOI!!! Ventrapide ne prop pas le Yu-Gi-Oh!
Windswift: . . . . . I can't believe you remembered that brief and obscure reference Madame said about the verb "to own"
Muse: What can I say? I'm french-obsessed ^^
Windswift: Oui, c'est vrai . . . but I'm just surprised about how much inspiration I'm having. I didn't think I'd ever update a fic every day. But I'd like to think that it's all thanks to you reviewers, who are encouraging me so much!!! MERCI!!! ARIGATO!!!
Note for Moshi: I've seen it spelled both ways, moushi and moshi. Thanks for being kind enough to correct me, but I may just leave it as it is . . . . there seems to be a lot of controversy over how to spell all the Japanese words
Note for everyone: Sadiera brought it to my attention that in the last chapter people might have been led to think that when Bakura said, "I could have raped or killed you just now," he did NOT want to rape him. It doesn't mean Bakura's gay. Apparently, although Sadiera knows what I'm like, she temporarily forgot . . . . Anyway, it was meant to be a lesson to Ryou, of why he shouldn't follow someone alone to their place. He just put it very seriously. Hey, look, maybe my story has accidental morals! ^^
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It was late evening, and Ryou was seriously pondering the wisdom of barricading himself in his house all night. It wasn't like anyone could come and drag him out, right? And maybe if he turned out all the lights and hid they'd think he had already left, and might go on a wild goose chase for him -
The doorbell rang.
- Oooor, not.
Perhaps life had been better when it was boring . . . .
Ryou resigned himself to opening the door. There stood Bakura, with that familiar and decidedly evil grin on his face. It was going to be a long night.
"How . . . ?"
Bakura smirked. "I have my ways.
"So, are you ready to go?"
"Um . . . no?"
"Good thing I came early," Bakura muttered.
"Do you . . . . want to come inside?" Ryou asked as he shut the door behind Bakura, who led the way up to Ryou's room. Ryou stood there with a rather lost expression on his face. First of all, how did Bakura know where Ryou's room was, and how was he supposed to _deal_ with this kind of person? It was a good thing his father wasn't home.
At about that time it occurred to Ryou that he should probably be following Bakura to make sure he wasn't looting the house or anything, and ran upstairs after him.
He found Bakura surveying the contents of his closet, apparently picking out Ryou's attire for the night's excursion.
"Bakura, just what _are_ we doing tonight?"
Bakura turned to him and grinned. "Do you _really_ want to know?"
"Probably not . . . ." Ryou muttered.
"We're terrorizing another gang tonight; they're doing something important, but those details aren't necessary for you. Since they can never keep track of their members, we thought we'd infiltrate the project, pretend to be a part of them, and mess up their plans. Fun, huh?"
"Oh."
"Stealth, cunning, running around in the middle of the night, screwing up plots . . . How could you not find that fun?"
"It's not exactly included in the standard upbringing of a quiet British gentleman," Ryou laughed.
"Heh, you _do_ have a sense of humor." Bakura winked at him. "I think there's hope for you yet, and a lot of mischief." He threw a black turtleneck at Ryou. "Put that on."
"Camouflage?" Bakura nodded. "I've got a pair of black pants in the drawer. Also, though I dread the answer, is there anything else I might need?"
"Nah, no weapons for you. But some sort of hat to cover up your hair wouldn't go amiss."
Ryou nodded. "My dad has one somewhere, I'll go check."
Bakura grinned to himself - Ryou was the only person who'd gone through with this when he had tried to make a deal. Whether Ryou liked it or not, he'd honorably resigned himself to his task. There was a whole lot more to him than met the eye.
Ryou came back a few minutes later, his clothes changed and silver hair pulled back into a ponytail, a few escaping strands framing his face.
"You'd make a good criminal in that outfit." Ryou's eyes widened.
"Y-you're not going to make me into a thief, are you?"
Bakura laughed. "You should see your expression. It was a good thing I didn't say what I'd originally planned, that you'd be a good assassin." Ryou's eyes got a bit wider. "Alright, I'm sorry. I was joking. Anyway, I doubt I could actually _do_ anything to make you change. I think you'd have to do it of your own free will."
Ryou pondered over whether that was a compliment. "That's . . . . . reassuring."
"Well, if you're ready, we ought to be heading out. You can meet your new, big, happy family."
"Then I suppose I'm excited."
"Nervous?" Bakura asked, watching the way Ryou's hands fumbled with the key, as if they suddenly were unsure of how to hold it.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" he muttered as he finished locking his door.
"I don't know," he joked, "perhaps it's the fact that your face can indeed become paler than it already was."
"Well, that makes me feel a whole lot better . . ."
Bakura stopped Ryou for a moment. "Hey, if you don't feel alright, you don't have to go."
Ryou shrugged. "I'm fine."
Don't say I didn't try, Bakura thought to that bit of a conscience he did, in fact, have.
They reached the assigned meeting place, waiting with the rest of the gang as the night deepened around them.
From out of the darkness, a sound of many stealthy footsteps reached their ears. Bakura licked his lips, letting the seed of anticipation grow.
"Let's go."
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Somehow, Ryou had gotten hopelessly lost. He wasn't being helped by the fact that he had no idea what anyone was doing, where they were going, or where he was. The night was now a complete waste, and he probably should just head home.
But then an idea struck him, a little quirk of something that had lain dormant in him so long was awakened. If he was already here, why not just have some fun? He was already lost, what did it matter if he wandered around lost trying to find home or the rest of the gang? A rather Bakura- like grin briefly flitted over his face - this was going to be interesting.
Ryou's long suppressed sense of adventure took over and he climbed swiftly up the convenient stairs of a fire escape. He scanned the area from his vantage point, looking for any movements or signs of life. He saw a flash of a pale color in the distance, made a general note of some sort of the direction, and sped off down the byzantine [1] pathways.
He ran swiftly, altering his steps as he ran to try and find a more sure and silent way. He jumped over random junk and scrambled over dumpsters that were blocking his path, inventing the art of stealth as he went along. After much running around during which he never became any less lost, he managed to find someone who he supposed he could say he'd been looking for.
"Bakura?"
Bakura turned to him, grinning. "I heard you sneaking up on me, and I wondered if you were the type to announce your presence or just pounce.
"So, let me see if I can get this straight. You got lost, you didn't want to be here in the first place, and yet you actually wandered around _trying_ to find us?"
"Well, just for tonight, I figured if I was already out here, lost, and probably in trouble anyway, I might as well at least have some fun to get in trouble _for_."
"You're so full of hidden surprises it's a wonder you haven't exploded yet."
Ryou shrugged, a sort of shy habit he hadn't lost yet even with his newfound and blatant mischief. "Maybe having these small evil tendencies prevents me from spontaneously combusting."
Bakura's infamous evil smirk spread onto his face. "Then Ryou, my friend, I'll just have to make sure I keep corrupting you for your own good."
"Oh great," Ryou muttered, his excitement having worn off to tiredness. "In that case, I'm going to escape now while I can and go home to sleep."
"You should probably get un-lost first."
"Argh . . . ." He leaned his head against the wall and sank down to the ground. "I don't think fate likes me . . . ."
Bakura laughed. "Go down this alley, turn right on the street, and follow it until you see your house."
"We're going to have a whole lot of fun like this all the time, aren't we?"
"Yep," Bakura answered, far too cheerfully.
"I'm doomed . . . ."
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[1] No, not the empire. Here I'm using byzantine to mean "deceiving" and "labyrinthine"
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Fun fun fun!!! I don't think I have any more notes to add, so I'm going to end it here. Review, onegai!
-Windswift ((+)~
Windswift: ^^ I'm back!!! And I think I got 100's on my first two finals!!! And I'm having lots of inspiration!!! And for once in my life I may just finish a fic!!!
Ryelle: You also allowed yourself to eat some of your m&m stash
Windswift: ^^ Yep. I got inspired for the first and last parts of this chapter while at school. And then I filled in the middle. It isn't as long as the last chapter, but longer than the first two.
Muse: ^^ I got bored. Forced inspiration at least keeps us busy while we're sitting around expected to be studying . . . .
Windswift: Who's going to have the privilege of saying the disclaimer today?
La Muse: MOI!!! Ventrapide ne prop pas le Yu-Gi-Oh!
Windswift: . . . . . I can't believe you remembered that brief and obscure reference Madame said about the verb "to own"
Muse: What can I say? I'm french-obsessed ^^
Windswift: Oui, c'est vrai . . . but I'm just surprised about how much inspiration I'm having. I didn't think I'd ever update a fic every day. But I'd like to think that it's all thanks to you reviewers, who are encouraging me so much!!! MERCI!!! ARIGATO!!!
Note for Moshi: I've seen it spelled both ways, moushi and moshi. Thanks for being kind enough to correct me, but I may just leave it as it is . . . . there seems to be a lot of controversy over how to spell all the Japanese words
Note for everyone: Sadiera brought it to my attention that in the last chapter people might have been led to think that when Bakura said, "I could have raped or killed you just now," he did NOT want to rape him. It doesn't mean Bakura's gay. Apparently, although Sadiera knows what I'm like, she temporarily forgot . . . . Anyway, it was meant to be a lesson to Ryou, of why he shouldn't follow someone alone to their place. He just put it very seriously. Hey, look, maybe my story has accidental morals! ^^
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It was late evening, and Ryou was seriously pondering the wisdom of barricading himself in his house all night. It wasn't like anyone could come and drag him out, right? And maybe if he turned out all the lights and hid they'd think he had already left, and might go on a wild goose chase for him -
The doorbell rang.
- Oooor, not.
Perhaps life had been better when it was boring . . . .
Ryou resigned himself to opening the door. There stood Bakura, with that familiar and decidedly evil grin on his face. It was going to be a long night.
"How . . . ?"
Bakura smirked. "I have my ways.
"So, are you ready to go?"
"Um . . . no?"
"Good thing I came early," Bakura muttered.
"Do you . . . . want to come inside?" Ryou asked as he shut the door behind Bakura, who led the way up to Ryou's room. Ryou stood there with a rather lost expression on his face. First of all, how did Bakura know where Ryou's room was, and how was he supposed to _deal_ with this kind of person? It was a good thing his father wasn't home.
At about that time it occurred to Ryou that he should probably be following Bakura to make sure he wasn't looting the house or anything, and ran upstairs after him.
He found Bakura surveying the contents of his closet, apparently picking out Ryou's attire for the night's excursion.
"Bakura, just what _are_ we doing tonight?"
Bakura turned to him and grinned. "Do you _really_ want to know?"
"Probably not . . . ." Ryou muttered.
"We're terrorizing another gang tonight; they're doing something important, but those details aren't necessary for you. Since they can never keep track of their members, we thought we'd infiltrate the project, pretend to be a part of them, and mess up their plans. Fun, huh?"
"Oh."
"Stealth, cunning, running around in the middle of the night, screwing up plots . . . How could you not find that fun?"
"It's not exactly included in the standard upbringing of a quiet British gentleman," Ryou laughed.
"Heh, you _do_ have a sense of humor." Bakura winked at him. "I think there's hope for you yet, and a lot of mischief." He threw a black turtleneck at Ryou. "Put that on."
"Camouflage?" Bakura nodded. "I've got a pair of black pants in the drawer. Also, though I dread the answer, is there anything else I might need?"
"Nah, no weapons for you. But some sort of hat to cover up your hair wouldn't go amiss."
Ryou nodded. "My dad has one somewhere, I'll go check."
Bakura grinned to himself - Ryou was the only person who'd gone through with this when he had tried to make a deal. Whether Ryou liked it or not, he'd honorably resigned himself to his task. There was a whole lot more to him than met the eye.
Ryou came back a few minutes later, his clothes changed and silver hair pulled back into a ponytail, a few escaping strands framing his face.
"You'd make a good criminal in that outfit." Ryou's eyes widened.
"Y-you're not going to make me into a thief, are you?"
Bakura laughed. "You should see your expression. It was a good thing I didn't say what I'd originally planned, that you'd be a good assassin." Ryou's eyes got a bit wider. "Alright, I'm sorry. I was joking. Anyway, I doubt I could actually _do_ anything to make you change. I think you'd have to do it of your own free will."
Ryou pondered over whether that was a compliment. "That's . . . . . reassuring."
"Well, if you're ready, we ought to be heading out. You can meet your new, big, happy family."
"Then I suppose I'm excited."
"Nervous?" Bakura asked, watching the way Ryou's hands fumbled with the key, as if they suddenly were unsure of how to hold it.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" he muttered as he finished locking his door.
"I don't know," he joked, "perhaps it's the fact that your face can indeed become paler than it already was."
"Well, that makes me feel a whole lot better . . ."
Bakura stopped Ryou for a moment. "Hey, if you don't feel alright, you don't have to go."
Ryou shrugged. "I'm fine."
Don't say I didn't try, Bakura thought to that bit of a conscience he did, in fact, have.
They reached the assigned meeting place, waiting with the rest of the gang as the night deepened around them.
From out of the darkness, a sound of many stealthy footsteps reached their ears. Bakura licked his lips, letting the seed of anticipation grow.
"Let's go."
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Somehow, Ryou had gotten hopelessly lost. He wasn't being helped by the fact that he had no idea what anyone was doing, where they were going, or where he was. The night was now a complete waste, and he probably should just head home.
But then an idea struck him, a little quirk of something that had lain dormant in him so long was awakened. If he was already here, why not just have some fun? He was already lost, what did it matter if he wandered around lost trying to find home or the rest of the gang? A rather Bakura- like grin briefly flitted over his face - this was going to be interesting.
Ryou's long suppressed sense of adventure took over and he climbed swiftly up the convenient stairs of a fire escape. He scanned the area from his vantage point, looking for any movements or signs of life. He saw a flash of a pale color in the distance, made a general note of some sort of the direction, and sped off down the byzantine [1] pathways.
He ran swiftly, altering his steps as he ran to try and find a more sure and silent way. He jumped over random junk and scrambled over dumpsters that were blocking his path, inventing the art of stealth as he went along. After much running around during which he never became any less lost, he managed to find someone who he supposed he could say he'd been looking for.
"Bakura?"
Bakura turned to him, grinning. "I heard you sneaking up on me, and I wondered if you were the type to announce your presence or just pounce.
"So, let me see if I can get this straight. You got lost, you didn't want to be here in the first place, and yet you actually wandered around _trying_ to find us?"
"Well, just for tonight, I figured if I was already out here, lost, and probably in trouble anyway, I might as well at least have some fun to get in trouble _for_."
"You're so full of hidden surprises it's a wonder you haven't exploded yet."
Ryou shrugged, a sort of shy habit he hadn't lost yet even with his newfound and blatant mischief. "Maybe having these small evil tendencies prevents me from spontaneously combusting."
Bakura's infamous evil smirk spread onto his face. "Then Ryou, my friend, I'll just have to make sure I keep corrupting you for your own good."
"Oh great," Ryou muttered, his excitement having worn off to tiredness. "In that case, I'm going to escape now while I can and go home to sleep."
"You should probably get un-lost first."
"Argh . . . ." He leaned his head against the wall and sank down to the ground. "I don't think fate likes me . . . ."
Bakura laughed. "Go down this alley, turn right on the street, and follow it until you see your house."
"We're going to have a whole lot of fun like this all the time, aren't we?"
"Yep," Bakura answered, far too cheerfully.
"I'm doomed . . . ."
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[1] No, not the empire. Here I'm using byzantine to mean "deceiving" and "labyrinthine"
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Fun fun fun!!! I don't think I have any more notes to add, so I'm going to end it here. Review, onegai!
-Windswift ((+)~