TidBits: 'Allo! …. Drat, I don't know what to say….err…..maybe I'll know by the end of the chappie…well, I'm gunna go SHAA-LA my way outta here…
Disclaimer- If I owned YuGiOh, do you honestly think that by some mere chance I would waste my dear time writing fanfics? NO!! I WOULD JUST PUT IT INTO AN ACTUAL EPISODE!!! BWAHAHAHHAA!!!! That I would. …did the scary lawyers leave yet? Oh, and I don't own Captain Planet either.
WARNING- (Read before opening) This fanfic contains the following-~Shonen ai
~OOC-ness (heh, poor Baka-ura… yes, that is Bakura…)
~And slight violence and swearing
If thou are allergic to these things, I suggest you…LEAVE!! BWAHAHAHAH!! OR ELSE YOU MIGHT BECOME ALLERIGC…TO…STUFF!!!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go eat some chocolate and applesauce.
/mumph/ = Ryou to Bakura
//HI HIKARI!!!// = Sugar High Bakura to Ryou
BWAH! = TV Guy-Man-Lady-Dude
Chapter One- Spirits and…Sugar
"What were you thinking?" A small whimper escaped the pale boy as he was thrown against the coffee table, knocking it over in the process. The tall figure stood above the albino teen menacingly. "How DARE you? Worthless! How could I have ended up with such a worthless son?!" The man kicked the boy in the ribs a few more times, and bent down to he was at eye level with the boy. The boy instinctively backed up against the wall, shutting his eyes tight. The man just smirked, and bent closer to the other, strands of his long purple hair peeked out of his ponytail.
"Now, now Ryou. You aren't scared of you own dear father, are you?" Ryou just flinched, and hugged his knees closer to him, shaking slightly. "Ryou, Ryou, Ryou…I'm going to be gone for a bit on another expedition." The man took a piece of Ryou's hair and twirled it between his fingers idly. "Don't worry, I won't be gone that long; you won't even have time to miss me. Here," he said, pulling something out of his pocket and tossing it to Ryou. "Don't want to let anyone think that I'm not treating my own son respectfully, do we? I'm sure if anyone got the wrong idea, your little friends would be quite…uncomfortable, shall we say?" The man yanked hard on the piece of Ryou's silver hair he had been playing with to emphasize his point. Ryou bit back a cry just in time; he wouldn't let that man who called himself his father the pleasure of seeing Ryou's pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry my pretty little son…did I hurt you?" The man laughed again, and stood up. "Don't get too comfortable while I'm gone. We'll spend some nice 'quality' time together to make up for the time we lost during my trip." And with that, the man picked up his suitcases, and walked out the door, undoubtedly to drive to the airport.
When Ryou was sure that he father was gone, he picked himself up from the floor, wincing. Straightening the coffee table, he bit back the flow of tears waiting to spill. "I won't let him control me." But that annoyingly pessimistic voice in his brain reminded him that he was already under his 'father's' control. He noticed his hand shaking slightly from all his confused thoughts, and settled on taking a shower to clear his thoughts. After toweling off, and putting on a pair of fresh new jeans, and a baggy blue T-shirt, he went downstairs to clean up after his father's 'mess'. Cleaning was the only time of peace where he really had the chance to think about things. Sadness welled inside him. But not hated; never hatred. Even if he wanted to, innocent little Ryou could never hate. But depression seemed to be his only companion. If this wasn't the case, he might've grinned at the irony of him cleaning up his own blood. But that was the case, and it had taken Ryou four years to finally accept it. (A/N Uh, the beating had been going on for quite a bit before we all jumped in…) Content that his job was done, and stood up, and looked around the house. "Free…" Ryou murmured. He yawned, looking over at the clock. "9:45…hmph…tired…" Walking zombie-style up the stairs, he plopped down on his bed, not bothering to change his clothes.
It was then that he allowed himself to cry. "Why…what did I do…" But what angered Ryou was that he couldn't fight back. As much as it hurt him to have his father beat him, he just couldn't hit his own father. His racking cries had resided to muffled sobs and hiccups. Normally he'd have cried himself to sleep by now, but something was nagging at him. His unusual sudden insomniac urge confused him, and pulled his lean form back down the stairs towards the coffee table by the couch. He yawned, and was about to proceed into the kitchen for a small glass of milk, if it weren't for the box he suddenly noticed. 'Yes…didn't he give that to me?' Scowling, something the boy didn't do very often, he bent over and picked it up, nearly clawing his way back towards his room.
'Ugh…why must I go up and down stairs so often?' He grasped the edge of his bed and pulled himself up, gazing at the box warily, as if it held some sort of poisoned eyeball. Slowly, he pried off the plain, brown lid, and resisted the urge to duck under the bed and throw his hands over his head like 'Captain Planet' said to do, in case his father had sent him a bomb. Instead, he found a golden, circular object, with the Eye of Ra on a triangle in the middle. Little pointed dagger-like objects hung limply from the sides of the circle, and a worn out rope was tied onto a hole near the top of the ring. Ryou's eyes widened; this must be some sort of Egyptian artifact. The brown-eyed albino was fascinated by Egypt, and spent most of his free time researching it. With trembling fingers, Ryou lifted the ring above his head, and slipped it on. Before he knew what was happening, the Ring had begun to glow softly, and a hand began to reach desperately out of it.
"GAH!!" Ryou shouted, backing away from the Ring, forgetting that it was on his neck. A muffled voice could be heard coming from what seemed to be the Ring itself. Ryou moved the Ring cautiously closer to his ear so he could hear what it was saying. "GET ME OUT!!! I'M STUCK!!!" Ryou nearly dropped the Ring at the sudden unexpected loudness. "ARGH!! SOMEONE HELP ALREADY!!!" Ryou jumped, and looked around for something to help him. Finding nothing, he decided to just shake the ring until the person was ok.
He proceeded to do so until a very dizzy form fell off the bed, onto the floor, and into the conveniently placed desk, hitting his head quite hard on it. Ryou gasped, and jumped off the bed towards the figure. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He repeated, as he turned the person over on his back. This only caused him to gasp again. "Wh-what? This man looks just like me!" Shaking his head slightly in an attempt to clear his mind, he dragged the demon-man back on the bed, and put his head gently on the pillow.
Running into the bathroom, he grabbed a washcloth and filled it with water. [1] Running back into his room, he started trying to stop the blood flow from the mysterious man's head, and check his pulse. Though he doubted anything was wrong, it was better safe than sorry. Noting that the resident of the Ring had yet to fully wake up, Ryou began to get worried. Cradling the demon's head in his arms, he started to sing softly to it, in hopes of soothing it into consciousness. For some strange reason, he felt connected to the being…as if they had met before. Suddenly the demon's eyes snapped open.
It sat up, and glared at Ryou with its demonic red eyes, his arms folded across his chest. Ryou's eyes widened in fear, and he tried to slowly back away. The being who shared so much resemblance to Ryou, cocked it head as if confused. Suddenly, it smirked the same sadistic smirk as the bullies at school, and sent a fist flying towards Ryou's stomach. Ryou flinched and covered his head with his arms awaiting the punch. But it never came. Instead, the darker-looking twin of Ryou smirked again, and stopped his fist right before it hit Ryou. When he had opening his eyes, the resident of the Ring stuck out a finger, and began to mercilessly tickle Ryou. Shocked, and caught off-guard, Ryou gasped, and began laughing uncontrollably. Tears sprang to his eyes, he was laughing so hard, so he turned and lunged at his 'attacker' grabbing him around the middle and tickling him too. The boy hadn't expected this new attack, and began laughing too as he tackled Ryou belly-down on the bed. "I-I g-gi-ve!" Ryou tried to say between laughs.
"Hah, now you know not to challenge the likes of I, the great me!" The demonic boy said triumphantly. Ryou laughed again. "Did that make any sense?" He asked. The teen thought for a minute. "It doesn't need to. I am always right."
"Is that so?"
"Yes." He said, crossing his eyes. Ryou, in turn stuck out his tongue. "Don't make me tickle you again." Ryou nearly fell off the bed with an 'Eep!' as the other teen made a fake move to tickle him again. He laughed as Ryou scrunched up his nose in defiance. Ryou suddenly became shy again, timidly asking, "Uh, do you mind telling me exactly how you got…err…stuck in that ring thingie?" The boy's brows furrowed, and he looked straight into Ryou's eyes. Ryou fidgeted. He couldn't help but feel as though the other boy was looking into his soul, just as easily as one might look through a window.
"Yes, that's it then. You must be my hikari." Ryou couldn't help but look confused. The boy rubbed his head, carefully avoiding the now clean bump. "I-I don't remember much. I remember half a soul, and something about a Pharaoh and me finding my light…which must be you. Kinda a weird way to get amnesia, huh? Falling out a Ring…man, I'm pretty sure I've been in there for a while. Tell me your name, boy."
"R-Ryou…"
"Alright then, you can just call me Yami. Or Bakura. Either one. As for how I got in the Millennium Ring, that stupid high an' mighty Pharaoh sealed me in here after my last tomb robbery…" Bakura followed this comment with what one might assume to be a string of Egyptian curses. "Uh, Mr. Yami?" Bakura snapped out of his morbid thoughts involving one certain spiky haired Pharaoh. "Just Yami." Ryou nodded timidly.
"Uh…Yami….you mentioned Pharaohs…doesn't that mean that you're around 5,000 years old?" Bakura laughed. "You make me sound like an old man! But yes, I suppose technically it would…" He stretched his muscles experimentally. "Ah man, does it feel good to be out of that Ra damned Ring!" He jumped up and looked around the room, poking a few things here and there, obviously confused. Ryou giggled at the sight of a 5,000 year old Tomb Robber trying to work a lamp. He unsuccessfully tried to stifle a yawn. Bakura spun around. "Now, now, little Hikari, you are obviously in need of rest." He easily picked Ryou up, and lifted the bed sheets. Rubbing his eyes, Ryou asked "But…where'll you sleep 'ami?" Another yawn. "Don't you worry your little self about it. I shall sleep on the floor!"
"But-"
"No buts. Now goodnight sweet Hikari!"
Ryou giggled again at his Yami's mother goose imitation, and fell right asleep in his Yami's arms. Bakura's eyes softened at the sight, and put Ryou back on the bed, tucking the sheets firmly around the sleeping form.
The next morning, Ryou awoke groggily to the sound of a gigantic crash.
"Mmph…I wanna sleep…Saturday…ugh…"
"Wake UP dearish little HiKaRi!"
Suddenly, something very…large had leapt into the air screaming bloody murder, and launching itself upon Ryou, who in turn produced a very distressed squeak. Ryou opened one still sleep-filled eye, to see a vision of red. Confused, he blinked a few times before comprehending the fact that he was looking into t someone's eyes. He froze. "W-Who ar-are you?" He asked shaking.
"Silly hikari! Don't you remember your dear Yami?"
Ryou thought for a second…oh.
Oh dear.
This man didn't seem very…Yami-like.
"Um, Yami…did you, pray tell, somehow get into the sugar?"
Bakura raised a confused eyebrow. "Dear Hikari, if you are implying that I ate a bit of that heavenly white sand, than…YES!! I FEEL MORE FREE THAN I EVER DID WITH ALCOHOL!!" Bakura had taken to jumping up and down on the bed on all fours, looking very much like a dog.
A very rabid dog.
With red eyes.
Ryou was scared.
Ryou was very scared.
Deeming it save enough to go downstairs, Ryou slipped out of the covers and grabbed a new pair of cargo pants and a green shirt, and tiptoed into the bathroom, praying that the watch his Yami had been knowing on before he left would still be intact.
Just to be safe, he locked the bathroom door.
He peeled off his clothes, and turned the water on. Stepping into the shower, he began to feel the effects of last night's beating. He was just about to rinse out the shampoo in his hair, when a sudden nearby BOOM caught his attention. "What the…"
CRASH!
"I'LL SAVE YOU RYOU!!"
Before he could react, his Yami had knocked down the door, and dove into the bathroom.
Shower curtains must be a gift from Kami-sama.
There was a moment of silence as Ryou stood there, his sopping wet head peeking out from behind the shower curtain, staring at his Yami, who was currently on all fours, looking as though he was about to pounce on something. He would've made a very menacing wolf if it weren't for his face turning quite so red. Neither spoke. Until…
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! GET OUT, YOU PERVERT!!!"
"Eep!"
Bakura ran very quickly out the bathroom door, and dove under the safety of Ryou's covers. Ryou, meanwhile, finished his shower, and got dressed. After combing his hair (to the best of his ability…) he walked into his room to find his Yami sitting on the bed, a bit of pink still hinted on his skin.
"Eh, sorry 'bout that…though that you were kinda in trouble."
Ryou laughed. "S'ok Yami, come on, I'm gunna go get some breakfast…"
Bakura followed Ryou down the steps and into the living room. While Bakura was inspecting a daisy, Ryou decided to check the weather, and turned on the TV.
Yes, and it's looking like an exceptionally SUNSHINEY BRIGHT DAY FOLKS!! Oh, wait, there goes a tornado…umm…still, HAVE A JOOLY-OLLY DAY!!!
"HIKARI!!!" Ryou was tackled down by Bakura, who had launched himself at Ryou the moment the TV had been turned on, and was now on top of him, using himself as a shield against the evil weather person. "RYOU, I'LL PROTECT YOU!!"
"Umm, Bakura…you're squishing me."
"No, I'm saving you."
"Uh, that's just the TV…can you get off of me please?"
"….Oh." For the second time that day, Bakura turned a brilliant shade of red. "Here, Bakura, I'll show you. What people do is record what people around the world are saying, and put on this little box called a TV."
"They trap their souls in a box??" Suddenly, a very sadistic smirk spread across Bakura's face. "Yes…" he purred. "Perfect…so stealing souls isn't illegal anymore…I see…this'll make my life much easier, yes…" Ryou was beginning to get frightened again.
"Yami…they don't steal people's souls…they just use technology."
Bakura frowned, and swore. "Damn, this era sucks."
/Well, at least the sugar is wearing off…/
//It is?//
"AHH!!! DEMONS IN MY HEAD!!" Ryou shouted. Bakura raised an eyebrow. //I'm not a demon// "AHH!!! YAMI!! THE DEMONS ARE IN MY HEAD!!"
"Uh, hikari, that's me."
"Oh."
//I can talk through your mind! Isn't that cool!!//
/Whoa…scary…/
//Didn't you say something about food?//
/Yes…I believe I did…/
Ryou led Bakura in towards the kitchen. Suddenly, the pain from last night chose to make itself known again. "Ugh…" Suddenly, Ryou doubled over in pain, and collapsed, hitting a still tender bump on his head on the corner of the wall.
//Ryou??//
/…../
//RYOU??//
Bakura ran to Ryou, and picked him up, lifting him gently on a couch.
[1]= Funny how there's always a bathroom connected to Ryou's room whenever he gets beaten, no?
TidBits: Um…Hi again? Heh…yeah, I guess you could call it a cliffhanger, huh? I know, I know, this chapter was boring, but I'll try to make the others more interesting. And hopefully I'll have a chance to sneak in some Bakura/Ryou shonen ai yumminess!
----On the concept of the OOC-ness of Baka-ura, it's all temporary because of his amnesia (and part sugar high.) So never fear! Bakura will be evil again soon!!-----
Bakura- I better, damnit.
TidBits- Now, now, dear Baka-ura, we all know you love spending snuggly time with Ryou….
Bakura- ::Too bust snuggling with Ryou to notice:: Huh?
PS- No, Ryou's father never raped him, you hentais. He just…scares him. Sorta.
Chaptah Two- Shadow Powers versus The Stove!
