Topazia – Hi all! I decided to right this after coming across one of my
mom's old book. I had never read it before, it was just the title. Anyway,
the main reason I wrote this was because in most of the stories I read poor
little Ryou gets tortured left and right.
Sure those stories are good and I love them to death but why doesn't anyone plague Bakura with mishaps? This is what this stories about, to torture bakura to no end while developing a cute little Ryou/Bakura romance at the same time.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh...Just borrowing the characters for my enjoyment. Oh Yes. This story is rated PG-13 for Bakura's trashy mouth!
Bakura: What I do?
Ra Don't Like Ugly
"Another one over here!" The thief slurred lazily, failing an arm in the air. "What are you deaf or something?" I sighed, shaking my head. I had brought Bakura here to talk. Not to get him hopelessly drunk and now look at him.
"You want one Pharoah?" the demon stammered.
"No Bakura, I don't and you don't neither. You should see how pathetic you look." I replied with a roll of my eyes. "Now if you're quite done I have something discuss with you."
Bakura sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table just as the waitress dropped off his drink. "About damn time." He snapped, causing the poor woman to storm off muttering obscenities. Of course I couldn't blame her. Bakura could be...unbearable.
"I came to talk to you about Ryou." I stated diving straight into the heart of the matter. Of course it was clearly none of my business what type of relationship the other spirit shared with his hikairi but Yugi insisted that I talk to the former tomb robber, threatening to give me the 'look' if I didn't. I shuddered at the thought. Sometimes Yugi could be so cute it was scary.
"What about him?" Bakura scoffed, seeming to get over his drunken state at the mention of his light's name.
"We're worried about him." I answered, rubbing my temples. This wasn't going to end well. "I'd like to think that you know about the fresh bruises on the boy's body. They don't make themselves and I'm more than certain we didn't touch him." My eyebrows raised in a look that said 'I know...'
This seemed to strike some sort of spark. "What do you care for? He's mine to do whatever I please! And I'd be damn if I let you tell me any different." Bakura yelled back.
Ryou wasn't some type of rag doll! He was actually a sweet kid. Bakura just didn't see it and soon I found myself yelling back in his defense. "But what about the boy's feelings?" With a growl my fist slammed down on the table. "Don't you have any sense of compassion?"
The albino haired thief snorted, pushing his chair back so that it balanced on two legs with one of his arms draped over the back. "Come what? Whatever it is, never had it or someone stole it." He shrugged nonchalantly.
My mouth opened to retort but closed again upon realizing the irony of the words he used. Someone stole his compassion? "Have you no heart?" I sighed, running a hand through my tri colored hair.
Bakura's chair came back to the ground with a sudden bang. "Oh no...don't start that heart of the cards shit with me. Everyone's sick of hearing it!" he smirked, seeing satisfied at the weak spot he hit. No one talks about the heart of the cards...no one.
He continued with a chuckle. "If I were to stab your deck right now would it bleed? If so let me be the first to test it." With a flick of his wrist a dagger appeared in his hand.
My eyes narrowed dangerously. He had gone too far with that one. "You touch my deck and I'll have to severely hurt you." I sneered. As usual, a conversation with Bakura was leading me to nowhere fast.
Sending him to the shadow realm wouldn't hurt and would certainly take a load off my shoulders but Yugi would become very angry, and besides the thief would just come back anyway. "You know Bakura, Ra don't like ugly." I calmly stated. Did I just say that like that? Maybe I had too much to drink after all. Oh well, at least I wasn't as drunk as some random old bum at a all you can drink fest. I'd love to see Bakura try to walk home.
The former tomb raider just laughed that horrible laugh that I had grown to hate by the minuet. "Well then I guess he made an exception for you. You look like you fell from a ugly tree and hit all the branches on the way down." He cackled.
Me? Ugly? He maybe he really was tore down drunk. I find myself to be very attractive. "You know Bakura, it's about time you learned a valuable lesson." I stated in a voice that seemed so calm and serene it scared even me.
Only a few minuets ago my mind was formulating different forms of torture for Bakura and now look at me. "We won't just sit back and let you harm Ryou." Not that he seemed to care about my little speech. I'd bet my puzzle if I stated 'it's time to duel!' he wouldn't ignore me then.
Snorting Bakura rose suddenly, pushing his chair under the table. "My mother died thousands of years ago last time I checked. I don't need another one." He sneered. "Now if you'll excuse me 'your highness' I have to pay my 'water bill.'"
My head tilted at the strange expression and he sighed with a roll of his eyes. "I have to pee you idiot." Glaring daggers at the back of his head I watched him leave, dreading his return. He'd probably just order another drink and ignore me like he's been doing all day.
My train of thought was shattered by a light tap on the shoulder. Looking up I saw it was the poor waitress Bakura tortured before. "Excuse me sir. The white haired gentlemen you were with before told me to give you this." She handed me a slip of paper, a note of some sort.
"What is it?" I asked flipping it to see if there was anything on the back. I've yet to get used of everything about this time but bear with me, I'm trying.
"It's the bill. He said to leave it with you." She replied softly. My jaw hit the floor. That sneaky bastard... And to make matters worse his bill was almost one hundred dollars! With a soft growl I nodded to the young woman, the bill long since crumpled in my hand.
I wouldn't get angry though, oh no, not me. Besides...why get mad when you can get even? And I know the perfect way.
*~*~*~*~
Ryou's POV
I yawned softly flipping through the channels on the TV. The house was still for once and I was enjoying my peace, it did wonders for my pounding headache. My current location was in the living room. The light from the TV cast a bright light, illuminating the gray walls. To the right of the couch the stone fireplace crackled merrily beside me. Even it seemed happier that Bakura was gone.
I was so relieved when Bakura said he was going out. He never tells me where he's going, just that he's going. Not that I'd dare to ask. He'd just give me the 'look' and that alone would make me hold my breath.
He's probably out drinking again. Not that that's a good thing mind you. Bakura's almost as scary sober as he is drunk. Just watch, Bakura will come home drunk again and beat me. Not enough to do any real harm, but enough to leave a few marks and to strike the 'fear of the god' (the god being him) in me.
Most think it strange that he would proclaim himself a god, but Bakura would just shrug, say that religion is overrated, and that if there truly were gods they were behind on their jobs because he should have been struck down years ago. Well isn't he just a ray of golden sunshine?
My channel surfing eventually brought me to a talk show. Tonight's topic was something about troubled teens. I chuckled softly wondering what type of ratings the show would get if I appeared on it.
I could see it now! Jerry Springer introducing me to the crowd and then I started telling my story. 'My jewelry contains an evil spirit.' Unfortunately my little daydream turned into a nightmare as Bakura manifested besides me and started screaming obscenities.
My beat down began and unfortunately for me, the body guards couldn't help on account of they were now somewhere within the shadow realm. And that ladies and gents, is how I Ryou Bakura traumatized America. You have to excuse me every now and then. Some times my imagination likes to kick me in the ass then run.
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed twice, signaling that is was two o'clock in the morning. I'm usually asleep in my bed by now. Without knowing it I had unconsciously stayed up to wait for Bakura. Even with my head still aching from when he slammed me into a wall earlier I was still worried. He was my Yami after all.
The sound of rain hitting the roof reached my ears and my eyes went to the ceiling. The rain had come adding to my worry. So now I had a wet, drunk and grumpy Yami to worry about. Oh the joy.
Cutting off the TV, I cuddled out into a ball on the couch. It was warm and I sank right into to it. Without the light from the TV the room became dark and I started to lose myself within the soft warmth of the couch. "The only light came from the occasional lightening strikes. "I can't believe Bakura's out in this weather. He's going to get sick then expect me to take care of him." My eyes rolled towards the ceiling.
As if my thoughts were heard, which they probably were, a loud bang sounded at the front door. Slightly startle I timidly stood, walked to the door, and opened it. Much to my surprise a drunken Bakura wasn't standing where I expected him to be. Instead he was lying on the porch.
The Loud bang I heard must have been from when he hit the door. He looked so peaceful lying there. His wet hair clung to his pale face. There was the slightest tinge of pink on his cheeks and his lips were somewhat parted. He should really try looking this way more often.
Knowing that it was near impossible to wake the sleeping spirit I sighed and began to drag him into the house. I know he doesn't look like it but Bakura weighs a ton. It that or I'm really as weak as he says.
We manage to make it all the way up to the couch before I noticed something wrong, terribly wrong. Since when did Bakura's chest jiggle? But then it is late...and I am kinda tired... With a sigh I began to raise his shirt wondering from what poor soul he had stolen from this time. My eyes widened and I let out a horrified scream. What I actually thought was stolen goods were actually breast. Not that I've ever seen them...wait...what the hell am I looking at? My poor virgin eyes! Panicking I quickly pull Bakura's shirt down, staring wide eyed at the body before me.
Well maybe they were stolen goods. Yeah, that's it! They had to be. I know damn well that Bakura doesn't have...have...Those! My head was throbbing and the room started spinning. The last thing I remembered was Bakura letting out a soft moan in a voice so unlike his before blacking out.
*~*~*~*~
Bakura's POV
Yawning softly I sat up and stretched, shielding my eyes from the bright morning light. The first thing I noticed was that someone ha moved me into the house. It was Ryou no doubt, it couldn't be me. There was no memory of me even reaching the door before blacking out.
My hand roamed around, searching for something to help me on my feet only to land on something soft. Turning I came face to face with Ryou. The little punk was curled up against me for some reason. Oh well, enough about that. I was hungry. "Ryou, wake up darling!" I cooed sarcastically shaking him softly.
He groaned and rolled over, eventually sitting up to stare me right in the face. "Yami?"
"Yeah, it's Yami. I'm hungry so get in the kitchen and make with the food." My hand pointed behind me towards the kitchen.
Ryou opened his mouth to say something but stopped. "You feeling okay Bakura?" he asked timidly. He seemed nervous about something much to my annoyance. I haven't done him anything yet...
"I'd be fine if you'd get off your ass and fix me something to eat." I snapped. The nerve of him, to keep me waiting. If I don't get my food heads will roll. Not to mention the shadow realm's population would have a sudden increase.
His face set he nodded. "Yeah but...Yami." His face contorted in a frown. "Don't you feel different?" he asked innocently. But just a little bit too innocently if you ask me.
"What did you do to me Ryou." My eyes narrowed dangerously into what I so affectionately called the 'warning look'. I know it sounds like something a mother would do to her child but mine's is more of an 'I'll give you a head start to run look.'
"Not me! What did you do to you?" he replied reaching out and grabbing my newfound...chest?!?!
"What the hell? What is this? Get it off!" I shrieked. Ryou watched me, seemingly caught somewhere between shock and amusement. We'll see how funny it is soon enough. Much to my dismay it seemed that the more I struggled with my 'additions the more they jiggled, confirming something. They where real.
Now I was scared. Drawing a slight breath I slowly reached down to undo the buttons of my pants. Just a quick glance...just a small one to make sure that I wasn't crazy and that this was just a bad reaction to all the drinks I had yesterday. I was seeing stuff.
Unfortunately for me that just not how it happened. "Bakura...?" Ryou asked softly, concern on his face.
"It's not there." I mumble, trying to think what I could have done to cause this. Or better yet deserve this. I hadn't sent anyone to the shadow realm in almost 48 hours so it couldn't have been that...
The boy tilted his head slightly, leaning close to me. "What's not there?" he asked and I frowned.
"It." I repeated, putting emphasis on the word by raising my eyebrows. "My millennium rod!"
His head remained tilted for a while; his face was full of concentration. I could almost see the wheels turning in that head of his. Then almost as if a light went off his eyes grew wide. "Oh." He snickered.
My eye twitched violently and I stood, reaching for my dagger. "What's so funny damn it!"
"You!" he cackled, wiping the tears from his eyes. "You're hilarious."
"I'll show you hilarious, you anorexic punk." With an "epp!" he jumped up and sprinted for the stairs. That was one good thing about him. He could run very fast. Not that I minded. It just made the hunt more interesting. "You can't run forever Ryou darling!"
Upon reaching the second floor I smirked as I saw him disappear into his room. A dead end if you ask me. Being the smart little thief that I am the lock on Ryou door was easily picked and the door kicked in.
The room appeared empty upon my entry. Everything was still except for the open window from which sky blue curtains danced gracefully in the wind. He wouldn't have tried to escape through the window. He's scared of heights plus he's not that stupid.
I tiptoed around the room, heading towards his closet. That was the best place to look. It wouldn't make since for me to let him go after laughing at my embarrassment. Wouldn't want him to start doing it more often now would we? "Welcome to my den said the spider to the fly." With a smirk I threw the closet door open and looked down at the boy.
"Don't you mean said the pit-bull to the scared senseless little kitten?" he squeaked.
Had to think about that one. "That's not the point." I stomped my feet, stopping to look down when my new 'additions' jiggled. Couldn't help but shudder at that one.
"Yami, try thinking back. What happened last night? Maybe it was your shadow powers." Ryou squeaked easing away from me. "It could happen right?"
"Hell no!" I snapped. He just didn't understand. After I snuck out on Yami last night... My eyes widened as memories from that night came back to me.
~*~
I strolled down the darkened streets leisurely, almost cackling as I imagined the look on that idiot's face when he received my bill. "A little present from yours truly. "I slurred.
Humming a tune I often heard Ryou sing I sauntered down the street. My senses told me I was being followed but who dare attack me, Bakura king of thieves? Just as I mumbled those words some idiot pushed me into a dark alley.
Muttering a few curses from the homeland I looked up only to me a glaze with piercing violet eyes. "What is this?" I shouted, matching glare for glare.
"Bakura! Your cruel ways have gone one far too long." The voice boomed.
"So! What's it to you what I do?" I snapped back.
A sudden gust of wind picked up and my hand instantly went up to shield my eyes. The mysterious figure glared at me, a symbol on his forehead that I instantly recognized as the eye of...
~*~
"Bakura? Hey Bakura?" I blinked noticing how close Ryou was to my face. Growling I quickly knocked him out the way and jumped to my feet, feeling a wave of anger surging through me.
"It was...him. He did this to me." I muttered softly, looking at my thin hands, my scary bouncing boobs, and my newly acquired ass! "I bet he's enjoying this right now as we speak."
"Who Bakura...?" Ryou asked softly, trying to calm me down I guess but I didn't care.
My eyes glared daggers towards the ceiling, as if by some way they truly would seek out and kill the person that did this to me. "Pharaoh I'll kill you!"
~*~*~*~*~*~ Topazia: So how did I do? Good, bad? Review please! Oh, by the way. Bakura won't stay that way for good. It's just for fun. ^^ I also try to post every three to four days.
Sure those stories are good and I love them to death but why doesn't anyone plague Bakura with mishaps? This is what this stories about, to torture bakura to no end while developing a cute little Ryou/Bakura romance at the same time.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh...Just borrowing the characters for my enjoyment. Oh Yes. This story is rated PG-13 for Bakura's trashy mouth!
Bakura: What I do?
Ra Don't Like Ugly
"Another one over here!" The thief slurred lazily, failing an arm in the air. "What are you deaf or something?" I sighed, shaking my head. I had brought Bakura here to talk. Not to get him hopelessly drunk and now look at him.
"You want one Pharoah?" the demon stammered.
"No Bakura, I don't and you don't neither. You should see how pathetic you look." I replied with a roll of my eyes. "Now if you're quite done I have something discuss with you."
Bakura sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table just as the waitress dropped off his drink. "About damn time." He snapped, causing the poor woman to storm off muttering obscenities. Of course I couldn't blame her. Bakura could be...unbearable.
"I came to talk to you about Ryou." I stated diving straight into the heart of the matter. Of course it was clearly none of my business what type of relationship the other spirit shared with his hikairi but Yugi insisted that I talk to the former tomb robber, threatening to give me the 'look' if I didn't. I shuddered at the thought. Sometimes Yugi could be so cute it was scary.
"What about him?" Bakura scoffed, seeming to get over his drunken state at the mention of his light's name.
"We're worried about him." I answered, rubbing my temples. This wasn't going to end well. "I'd like to think that you know about the fresh bruises on the boy's body. They don't make themselves and I'm more than certain we didn't touch him." My eyebrows raised in a look that said 'I know...'
This seemed to strike some sort of spark. "What do you care for? He's mine to do whatever I please! And I'd be damn if I let you tell me any different." Bakura yelled back.
Ryou wasn't some type of rag doll! He was actually a sweet kid. Bakura just didn't see it and soon I found myself yelling back in his defense. "But what about the boy's feelings?" With a growl my fist slammed down on the table. "Don't you have any sense of compassion?"
The albino haired thief snorted, pushing his chair back so that it balanced on two legs with one of his arms draped over the back. "Come what? Whatever it is, never had it or someone stole it." He shrugged nonchalantly.
My mouth opened to retort but closed again upon realizing the irony of the words he used. Someone stole his compassion? "Have you no heart?" I sighed, running a hand through my tri colored hair.
Bakura's chair came back to the ground with a sudden bang. "Oh no...don't start that heart of the cards shit with me. Everyone's sick of hearing it!" he smirked, seeing satisfied at the weak spot he hit. No one talks about the heart of the cards...no one.
He continued with a chuckle. "If I were to stab your deck right now would it bleed? If so let me be the first to test it." With a flick of his wrist a dagger appeared in his hand.
My eyes narrowed dangerously. He had gone too far with that one. "You touch my deck and I'll have to severely hurt you." I sneered. As usual, a conversation with Bakura was leading me to nowhere fast.
Sending him to the shadow realm wouldn't hurt and would certainly take a load off my shoulders but Yugi would become very angry, and besides the thief would just come back anyway. "You know Bakura, Ra don't like ugly." I calmly stated. Did I just say that like that? Maybe I had too much to drink after all. Oh well, at least I wasn't as drunk as some random old bum at a all you can drink fest. I'd love to see Bakura try to walk home.
The former tomb raider just laughed that horrible laugh that I had grown to hate by the minuet. "Well then I guess he made an exception for you. You look like you fell from a ugly tree and hit all the branches on the way down." He cackled.
Me? Ugly? He maybe he really was tore down drunk. I find myself to be very attractive. "You know Bakura, it's about time you learned a valuable lesson." I stated in a voice that seemed so calm and serene it scared even me.
Only a few minuets ago my mind was formulating different forms of torture for Bakura and now look at me. "We won't just sit back and let you harm Ryou." Not that he seemed to care about my little speech. I'd bet my puzzle if I stated 'it's time to duel!' he wouldn't ignore me then.
Snorting Bakura rose suddenly, pushing his chair under the table. "My mother died thousands of years ago last time I checked. I don't need another one." He sneered. "Now if you'll excuse me 'your highness' I have to pay my 'water bill.'"
My head tilted at the strange expression and he sighed with a roll of his eyes. "I have to pee you idiot." Glaring daggers at the back of his head I watched him leave, dreading his return. He'd probably just order another drink and ignore me like he's been doing all day.
My train of thought was shattered by a light tap on the shoulder. Looking up I saw it was the poor waitress Bakura tortured before. "Excuse me sir. The white haired gentlemen you were with before told me to give you this." She handed me a slip of paper, a note of some sort.
"What is it?" I asked flipping it to see if there was anything on the back. I've yet to get used of everything about this time but bear with me, I'm trying.
"It's the bill. He said to leave it with you." She replied softly. My jaw hit the floor. That sneaky bastard... And to make matters worse his bill was almost one hundred dollars! With a soft growl I nodded to the young woman, the bill long since crumpled in my hand.
I wouldn't get angry though, oh no, not me. Besides...why get mad when you can get even? And I know the perfect way.
*~*~*~*~
Ryou's POV
I yawned softly flipping through the channels on the TV. The house was still for once and I was enjoying my peace, it did wonders for my pounding headache. My current location was in the living room. The light from the TV cast a bright light, illuminating the gray walls. To the right of the couch the stone fireplace crackled merrily beside me. Even it seemed happier that Bakura was gone.
I was so relieved when Bakura said he was going out. He never tells me where he's going, just that he's going. Not that I'd dare to ask. He'd just give me the 'look' and that alone would make me hold my breath.
He's probably out drinking again. Not that that's a good thing mind you. Bakura's almost as scary sober as he is drunk. Just watch, Bakura will come home drunk again and beat me. Not enough to do any real harm, but enough to leave a few marks and to strike the 'fear of the god' (the god being him) in me.
Most think it strange that he would proclaim himself a god, but Bakura would just shrug, say that religion is overrated, and that if there truly were gods they were behind on their jobs because he should have been struck down years ago. Well isn't he just a ray of golden sunshine?
My channel surfing eventually brought me to a talk show. Tonight's topic was something about troubled teens. I chuckled softly wondering what type of ratings the show would get if I appeared on it.
I could see it now! Jerry Springer introducing me to the crowd and then I started telling my story. 'My jewelry contains an evil spirit.' Unfortunately my little daydream turned into a nightmare as Bakura manifested besides me and started screaming obscenities.
My beat down began and unfortunately for me, the body guards couldn't help on account of they were now somewhere within the shadow realm. And that ladies and gents, is how I Ryou Bakura traumatized America. You have to excuse me every now and then. Some times my imagination likes to kick me in the ass then run.
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed twice, signaling that is was two o'clock in the morning. I'm usually asleep in my bed by now. Without knowing it I had unconsciously stayed up to wait for Bakura. Even with my head still aching from when he slammed me into a wall earlier I was still worried. He was my Yami after all.
The sound of rain hitting the roof reached my ears and my eyes went to the ceiling. The rain had come adding to my worry. So now I had a wet, drunk and grumpy Yami to worry about. Oh the joy.
Cutting off the TV, I cuddled out into a ball on the couch. It was warm and I sank right into to it. Without the light from the TV the room became dark and I started to lose myself within the soft warmth of the couch. "The only light came from the occasional lightening strikes. "I can't believe Bakura's out in this weather. He's going to get sick then expect me to take care of him." My eyes rolled towards the ceiling.
As if my thoughts were heard, which they probably were, a loud bang sounded at the front door. Slightly startle I timidly stood, walked to the door, and opened it. Much to my surprise a drunken Bakura wasn't standing where I expected him to be. Instead he was lying on the porch.
The Loud bang I heard must have been from when he hit the door. He looked so peaceful lying there. His wet hair clung to his pale face. There was the slightest tinge of pink on his cheeks and his lips were somewhat parted. He should really try looking this way more often.
Knowing that it was near impossible to wake the sleeping spirit I sighed and began to drag him into the house. I know he doesn't look like it but Bakura weighs a ton. It that or I'm really as weak as he says.
We manage to make it all the way up to the couch before I noticed something wrong, terribly wrong. Since when did Bakura's chest jiggle? But then it is late...and I am kinda tired... With a sigh I began to raise his shirt wondering from what poor soul he had stolen from this time. My eyes widened and I let out a horrified scream. What I actually thought was stolen goods were actually breast. Not that I've ever seen them...wait...what the hell am I looking at? My poor virgin eyes! Panicking I quickly pull Bakura's shirt down, staring wide eyed at the body before me.
Well maybe they were stolen goods. Yeah, that's it! They had to be. I know damn well that Bakura doesn't have...have...Those! My head was throbbing and the room started spinning. The last thing I remembered was Bakura letting out a soft moan in a voice so unlike his before blacking out.
*~*~*~*~
Bakura's POV
Yawning softly I sat up and stretched, shielding my eyes from the bright morning light. The first thing I noticed was that someone ha moved me into the house. It was Ryou no doubt, it couldn't be me. There was no memory of me even reaching the door before blacking out.
My hand roamed around, searching for something to help me on my feet only to land on something soft. Turning I came face to face with Ryou. The little punk was curled up against me for some reason. Oh well, enough about that. I was hungry. "Ryou, wake up darling!" I cooed sarcastically shaking him softly.
He groaned and rolled over, eventually sitting up to stare me right in the face. "Yami?"
"Yeah, it's Yami. I'm hungry so get in the kitchen and make with the food." My hand pointed behind me towards the kitchen.
Ryou opened his mouth to say something but stopped. "You feeling okay Bakura?" he asked timidly. He seemed nervous about something much to my annoyance. I haven't done him anything yet...
"I'd be fine if you'd get off your ass and fix me something to eat." I snapped. The nerve of him, to keep me waiting. If I don't get my food heads will roll. Not to mention the shadow realm's population would have a sudden increase.
His face set he nodded. "Yeah but...Yami." His face contorted in a frown. "Don't you feel different?" he asked innocently. But just a little bit too innocently if you ask me.
"What did you do to me Ryou." My eyes narrowed dangerously into what I so affectionately called the 'warning look'. I know it sounds like something a mother would do to her child but mine's is more of an 'I'll give you a head start to run look.'
"Not me! What did you do to you?" he replied reaching out and grabbing my newfound...chest?!?!
"What the hell? What is this? Get it off!" I shrieked. Ryou watched me, seemingly caught somewhere between shock and amusement. We'll see how funny it is soon enough. Much to my dismay it seemed that the more I struggled with my 'additions the more they jiggled, confirming something. They where real.
Now I was scared. Drawing a slight breath I slowly reached down to undo the buttons of my pants. Just a quick glance...just a small one to make sure that I wasn't crazy and that this was just a bad reaction to all the drinks I had yesterday. I was seeing stuff.
Unfortunately for me that just not how it happened. "Bakura...?" Ryou asked softly, concern on his face.
"It's not there." I mumble, trying to think what I could have done to cause this. Or better yet deserve this. I hadn't sent anyone to the shadow realm in almost 48 hours so it couldn't have been that...
The boy tilted his head slightly, leaning close to me. "What's not there?" he asked and I frowned.
"It." I repeated, putting emphasis on the word by raising my eyebrows. "My millennium rod!"
His head remained tilted for a while; his face was full of concentration. I could almost see the wheels turning in that head of his. Then almost as if a light went off his eyes grew wide. "Oh." He snickered.
My eye twitched violently and I stood, reaching for my dagger. "What's so funny damn it!"
"You!" he cackled, wiping the tears from his eyes. "You're hilarious."
"I'll show you hilarious, you anorexic punk." With an "epp!" he jumped up and sprinted for the stairs. That was one good thing about him. He could run very fast. Not that I minded. It just made the hunt more interesting. "You can't run forever Ryou darling!"
Upon reaching the second floor I smirked as I saw him disappear into his room. A dead end if you ask me. Being the smart little thief that I am the lock on Ryou door was easily picked and the door kicked in.
The room appeared empty upon my entry. Everything was still except for the open window from which sky blue curtains danced gracefully in the wind. He wouldn't have tried to escape through the window. He's scared of heights plus he's not that stupid.
I tiptoed around the room, heading towards his closet. That was the best place to look. It wouldn't make since for me to let him go after laughing at my embarrassment. Wouldn't want him to start doing it more often now would we? "Welcome to my den said the spider to the fly." With a smirk I threw the closet door open and looked down at the boy.
"Don't you mean said the pit-bull to the scared senseless little kitten?" he squeaked.
Had to think about that one. "That's not the point." I stomped my feet, stopping to look down when my new 'additions' jiggled. Couldn't help but shudder at that one.
"Yami, try thinking back. What happened last night? Maybe it was your shadow powers." Ryou squeaked easing away from me. "It could happen right?"
"Hell no!" I snapped. He just didn't understand. After I snuck out on Yami last night... My eyes widened as memories from that night came back to me.
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I strolled down the darkened streets leisurely, almost cackling as I imagined the look on that idiot's face when he received my bill. "A little present from yours truly. "I slurred.
Humming a tune I often heard Ryou sing I sauntered down the street. My senses told me I was being followed but who dare attack me, Bakura king of thieves? Just as I mumbled those words some idiot pushed me into a dark alley.
Muttering a few curses from the homeland I looked up only to me a glaze with piercing violet eyes. "What is this?" I shouted, matching glare for glare.
"Bakura! Your cruel ways have gone one far too long." The voice boomed.
"So! What's it to you what I do?" I snapped back.
A sudden gust of wind picked up and my hand instantly went up to shield my eyes. The mysterious figure glared at me, a symbol on his forehead that I instantly recognized as the eye of...
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"Bakura? Hey Bakura?" I blinked noticing how close Ryou was to my face. Growling I quickly knocked him out the way and jumped to my feet, feeling a wave of anger surging through me.
"It was...him. He did this to me." I muttered softly, looking at my thin hands, my scary bouncing boobs, and my newly acquired ass! "I bet he's enjoying this right now as we speak."
"Who Bakura...?" Ryou asked softly, trying to calm me down I guess but I didn't care.
My eyes glared daggers towards the ceiling, as if by some way they truly would seek out and kill the person that did this to me. "Pharaoh I'll kill you!"
~*~*~*~*~*~ Topazia: So how did I do? Good, bad? Review please! Oh, by the way. Bakura won't stay that way for good. It's just for fun. ^^ I also try to post every three to four days.