Thud.

Ryou Bakura woke up, with his face buried into the carpet. He mumbled incoherently as he attempted to untangle himself from the sea of sheets and covers he was drowning in. He raised his arm and slammed a weak fist against the digital clock that was blurting out an alarm. It wouldn't shut up. He lifted himself up, using the help of his night table greatly and began to push numerous buttons, not really caring which one he hit, as long as it was quiet. No luck. He narrowed his eyes and ripped the cord out of the wall. His small bedroom was engulfed in joyous silence.

My, my, aren't we cranky this morning. Ryou frowned and got up, shuffling his mass of white hair around so he could actually see.

/You would be also, had you been spending all night cleaning a mess you didn't make. /

Well, pardon me that you don't have a dartboard.

/So you use my wall, crayons and steak knives? Honestly I thought you were more mature and civilized than that. /

You can take the man outta the fight, but you can't take the fight outta the man. Ryou sighed again and closed the link. It was worthless to try and reason with his now 'calm' yami. After being in the shadow realm for so long, Bakura had finally given up on his little world conquest phase, but tensions were still strong between him and Yami. Bakura was now on the evil side of good, if that's what you'd call it.

He changed into a pair of jeans and a white button down shirt from a large black suitcase. Ryou chose out a white sweater with a blue strip around the neck and tied it around his waist. He slipped on the Millennium Ring and watched as it shined a brilliant white then disappeared beneath his shirt. He felt the metal sting at his skin then disappear completely. He never did have an idea of where is went, and truly, he didn't want to know. Tripping over boxes and random objects, he then headed down stairs to make some breakfast for himself. Ryou toasted a bagel and sat outside on the front porch swing. He sat there, staring out into space for a bit and began to swing slowly.

'What shall I do today?' He mumbled aloud to himself. Well, go see a doctor. You're talking to yourself again.

/Aren't I talking to you? / He snapped back, very quickly, but still managed to keep a small shred politeness. He yawned to show that he was still a bit irritated with Bakura.

As I said, talking to yourself, and I don't think that guy knows it. Ryou could feel the mirth in Bakura.

/Hm? What guy? / His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he looked around. Sure enough, there was a man standing on the sidewalk, arching an eyebrow at his strange behavior. A brown, black and white specked Australian Cattle dog stared also, but barked impatiently and jerked the leash. He waved warily, blushing slightly with embarrassment.

" Oh, hello, I'm sorry. Just thinking about something…" The man smiled reassuringly and his brown eyes closed behind his glasses.

" Do it all the time. Ya' just moved here, right?" He asked. The dog barked once again, and not receiving any attention, it lay down, its ruffled head resting on neat paws.

"Er, yes, I did… How did you…?" He pressed, but strayed off, not wanting to look nosy.

" I live down the street and my son saw the moving van, well, welcome to Hidekio!" The man smile largened and he spread out his arms, referring to the houses and buildings behind him.

" Alright, thank you very much, um…"

" Daniel Craven. I know, not Japanese. Job opportune, you know?" The smile remained, eerily this time…

" Thank you again, C-." Ryou coughed and his voice deepened dramatically.

"Craven. Well, I hope to meet you again." The dog's ears suddenly perked and it bounded towards Ryou, barking ringing through their ears.

"Amun, stop it! Stop it! Pardon me, I must go now. Have a nice day." Craven bowed slightly and walked away, dragging the dog. It continued the noise, ignoring the calls. There was a sharp whistle and the dog looked at him. It turned back to Ryou. It stared, but then chased after its master.

I despise him.

/Oh, but Yami, you despise everyone. /

Shut it, Ryou, I know what the hell I'm talking about. I don't like this guy. He's hiding something… My gut tells me so…

/Your 'gut' feeling is probably my stomach being hungry. May I now have my body back so I can eat my breakfast? /

Fuck off, Ryou, just fuck off. With that Bakura sulked to his soul-chamber. Ryou ate his bagel slowly, thinking of what was so wrong with Craven. Well, the smile was creepy, but the man probably just had a sunny disposition, Ryou thought to himself. He finished his meal idly and went back upstairs to his room. Grabbing his brush, he looked out the window while the bristles ran through his thick white locks.

What is the point of long hair?

/I thought you were asleep. /

I was going to, but look out the window, towards the bottom right. Ryou tilted his head and looked out the window. Craven was there, talking to someone in a deep blue sleek car. Curiouser and curiouser… He said, remotely feeling like Alice in Wonderland. Oh, joy, I'm comparing myself to a blond English child… and not only that, a delirious one. He frowned slightly.

As he turned to walk from the window, he got a strange feeling and turned his head once more. Craven suddenly snapped around and glared at the window. Ryou gasped slightly and ducked down under the window and placed his hands over his head. His brown eyes squeezed shut and he curled up into a tight ball.

Oh, relax you moron! He's not gonna shoot you or anything.

/Please, Yami, don't fill my heads with horrific and scary ideas… / Ryou pleaded, a bit of actual fear setting in.

Homicide, shootings, stabbing, suicide, molestation, drugging …Bakura continued with no problem of quilt to bother him. He was having too much fun toying with Ryou's mind.

/YAMI!! / He pleaded louder, and a shiver ran down his spine at any thought of something disrupting the peacefulness of his life.

Okay, okay, on my Ra! Watch it, hikari! Duck! Ryou yelped and dove to the floor, cowering under the sweater he tore from his waist. His bottom lip quivered and then he realized that Bakura was having his fun.

/Yami. I swear th-/

'Don't you have some business to attend to, my dear hikari?'

/Er, no, oh, do you mean meeting the head of my new school? Why? Not until ten o'clock… /

It is ten o'clock, Ryou. Ryou's eyes widened and the sweater was lifted from his head.

/Please say your kidding me… /

Have fun. Ryou got up and ran out of the house, barely fumbling with his keys to lock the door and shoving his wallet, cell phone and directions to his new school into his pocket. He thought to himself as he ran down the street towards his school.

'I do hope the rest of my life isn't like this…'

Rath- Okay, what d'ya' think? I truly have no idea why I did this. Guess I was bored. Well, thanks and ja ne.

Set- Yeah, okay, well, later.