Tball777- hi all! This is my 2nd fan fic, just for the record.
Yami- did we really need to know that?
Tball777- Nyeh. Your mean.. And anyway, you're not my favorite character anymore!
Yami- O.O who is it then?
Tball777- ok. I want all the readers to guess! Ok?
Notes: All the aibous and their yamis are separate people, and Yami Bakura will be referred to as Bakura, and Bakura will be referred to as Ryou.
Ryou lay on the floor of his room, shaking and sobbing. Bakura was standing over him with a disgusted look on his face. "Hmph. Weakling." And with that he strode out, slamming the door behind him. It took Ryou a full 15 minutes for him to find that strength to stand. He limped to the bathroom and took off his shirt. He examined his chest, and sighed. Not too bad today. He took off his pants and immediately wished he hadn't. His knee was black and blue, and swollen to twice its normal size. He could not go to school looking like this; his classmates might suspect something, especially Yugi and his Yami. The last time they met, Yami had told Ryou that if he ever caught Bakura hurting Ryou, he would personally send him to the dankest, most miserable part of the shadow realm he could find. Ryou did not want that to happen. He know he should hate the one who tortured him so much, but he couldn't, and had a good reason why. Bakura had taught him to read cards and a couple of months ago he had done Bakura's past present, and future. His past card had shown that he was beaten by his father and was very unhappy. Ryou couldn't imagine hating someone who was beaten all his life, even if he took it out on him. He couldn't let anything happen to his darker half, he would never forgive himself. He turned on the shower nozzle and got in, wincing but staying put as the warm water poured over him, seeping into all of his cuts. He winced, but tilted his head so the water washed the blood off of his indigo colored hair. He slowly turned around in the shower so all the blood was slowly washed off. He got out of the shower and carefully bandaged his leg. He glanced at the clock. 6:55. He grabbed his backpack and slipped out the door, hoping Bakura wouldn't hear the creaking sound as he tiptoed down the steps. He got to the bottom and headed for the bus, hurt and miserable.
Tball777-okay, I know this was REALLY short. But it's just the prologue, okay?
Yami- why is this fic about the tomb robber and not me?
Tball777-because I already wrote (well, am in the progress of writing) a fic about you.
Bakura- Ha!!!
Tball777- Remember to review to guess who my new fave character is, AND vote if this should be a yaoi or not, ok?
Everyone- Bye! Please R&R!
Yami- did we really need to know that?
Tball777- Nyeh. Your mean.. And anyway, you're not my favorite character anymore!
Yami- O.O who is it then?
Tball777- ok. I want all the readers to guess! Ok?
Notes: All the aibous and their yamis are separate people, and Yami Bakura will be referred to as Bakura, and Bakura will be referred to as Ryou.
Ryou lay on the floor of his room, shaking and sobbing. Bakura was standing over him with a disgusted look on his face. "Hmph. Weakling." And with that he strode out, slamming the door behind him. It took Ryou a full 15 minutes for him to find that strength to stand. He limped to the bathroom and took off his shirt. He examined his chest, and sighed. Not too bad today. He took off his pants and immediately wished he hadn't. His knee was black and blue, and swollen to twice its normal size. He could not go to school looking like this; his classmates might suspect something, especially Yugi and his Yami. The last time they met, Yami had told Ryou that if he ever caught Bakura hurting Ryou, he would personally send him to the dankest, most miserable part of the shadow realm he could find. Ryou did not want that to happen. He know he should hate the one who tortured him so much, but he couldn't, and had a good reason why. Bakura had taught him to read cards and a couple of months ago he had done Bakura's past present, and future. His past card had shown that he was beaten by his father and was very unhappy. Ryou couldn't imagine hating someone who was beaten all his life, even if he took it out on him. He couldn't let anything happen to his darker half, he would never forgive himself. He turned on the shower nozzle and got in, wincing but staying put as the warm water poured over him, seeping into all of his cuts. He winced, but tilted his head so the water washed the blood off of his indigo colored hair. He slowly turned around in the shower so all the blood was slowly washed off. He got out of the shower and carefully bandaged his leg. He glanced at the clock. 6:55. He grabbed his backpack and slipped out the door, hoping Bakura wouldn't hear the creaking sound as he tiptoed down the steps. He got to the bottom and headed for the bus, hurt and miserable.
Tball777-okay, I know this was REALLY short. But it's just the prologue, okay?
Yami- why is this fic about the tomb robber and not me?
Tball777-because I already wrote (well, am in the progress of writing) a fic about you.
Bakura- Ha!!!
Tball777- Remember to review to guess who my new fave character is, AND vote if this should be a yaoi or not, ok?
Everyone- Bye! Please R&R!