Topazia: Okay, this chapter for the most part is I guess setting the mood
for later on events and randomness. Randomness must not be forgotten!
Bakura: I hate you, know now that?
Topazia: You see? You're so mean to me! It makes me feel bad and want to type bad things about you!
Bakura: Oh crap, forgot about that. sweatdrop
Ryou's POV
My eyes were cast to the ground as we walked down the street. Marik decided to fill me in on some of his favorite games with Malik. His favorite as he recalled was limit break.
The rules of their little pleasure game was simple, the object was to take turns torturing each other. The first person to moan lost. How disturbing, apparently Marik was an expert at it. Malik was getting better, according to his darker half, not that I needed to know.
Their sex life should stay locked behind closed doors. I know I didn't want to hear it. "Yeah, Marik, this is interesting and all, but do you think you could change the subject?" I asked.
He stared at me for a while then shrugged. "Okay, I'll tell you about another game." He smirked. "You see you take whipped cream and you put it-"
"Dude! Stop! Does everything you to do evolve sex?" I demanded. It didn't make any sense. Was screwing each other senseless all the thought about?
Marik paused in his walking to think and I sighed seeing this might take a while. "Yeah, just about." He replied lazily. "Isn't it great?" he grinned. "Come on! You can't tell me you don't want to do Bakura." He nudged me slightly and I turned my custom shades of red.
"Isn't that your job I mean, you seemed to be having fun when I walked in." I quickly replied. I started walking again, mainly to hide the crimson that had crept onto my face.
"Yeah, it was pretty fun and trust me if I wasn't so sure he'd beat my ass for it I'd throw him down and-"
"Ah la-la-la-la!" I screamed. "I don't want to hear it! You've told me enough to keep me emotionally scared at least until I reach retirement." I shuddered, shaking my head free of the thought.
He smirked at me with his head tilted slightly and I glared in return. It wasn't funny! Now my countless daydreams will be filled with disturbing images. How many times must I tell you people not to feed my imagination?
"At any rate, we're here." The blond chuckled and turned my head to our destination were Malik himself stood leaning casually against the porch.
"Took you long enough." He replied.
"Well it wasn't my fault, Marik decided to traumatizing me with his pornographic stories." I snapped irritably.
"Just because I was talking doesn't mean you have to listen." The yami shrugged. "So you do have an inner freak in you, how kinky. Bad nympho, bad."
I looked around for something to throw, a rock, brick, busted pipe, something...it could be anything as long as it was hard and I could lift it. Well, that just narrowed my selection didn't it?
"Yeah, you'll be alright Ryou." Malik waved his hand at me then turned to his darker half. "So did you find out anything useful?" he asked.
"Actually I did." He replied thoughtfully. "Now lets see if I can put it into a way that Ryou can't understand." My eyes narrowed. These people...treat me so horrible. "Okay, Bakura-issle be actin' all funkay- wissle. He be tryin to be all crunk when it's obvious he dun tripped, fell, and got tangled up in da game."
Malik opened his mouth to say something but stopped, closing it again and shaking his head. "Okay...now what does all that mean?"
"It's serious," Marik shrugged. "My analysis uncovered a code orange, section 12. Not a good sign, what do you think?"
"Code orange? Oh this is going to be fun. Anything else?" Malik grinned to match Marik's and rubbed his hands together. Okay maybe this was the part where I run screaming down the street.
"There was also a hint of a code pink, but not too much, that would make the situation too difficult. You can just barely notice it. Bakura hides it so well." Marik continued.
"Good, good, so for a solution we're looking at about a blue reaction?" Malik muttered, nibbling on his index finger.
"Blue reaction, huh? Maybe thinking more on the lines of red."
"Red and blue? That would be perfect together! Even better Marik, reaction purple. But maybe we should make the blue a sky blue. It's a delicate situation and we don't want to over do it."
"That's sounds good to me. We'll commence the reaction in two days. Fair enough?"
"Please, all I really need it a day, but two days will be fine, we don't want to rush things."
The two stopped their conservation and as if they were just remembering my presence, blinked. "What the hell was all that?" I demanded. "Codes and reactions? This isn't the damn matrix!"
Malik chuckled nervously. "Don't worry about it, meanwhile, let's go to the mall. I have a few questions to ask." He latched his arm around mines and started dragging me along. I felt like a rag doll, a scared rag doll.
Bakura's POV
"I'm so bored!" I groaned, flopping back down on the couch. There was nothing to do and I was sick of it. My light was off somewhere with two psychos, the damn pharaoh was probably plotting to bring the apocalypse down on my head.
As interesting as that last option seemed I wasn't going to sit by and watch it happen. It was time to paint the town red, or black for that matter. Grinning I got up from the couch and headed to my room. Might as well dress decent for a stroll around town.
It only took me about ten minuets to throw on my clothes and when I had finished I now sported a pair of dark jeans, a thin long sleeve white, and a blue jean vest over it. Maybe Ryou was right...I was adjusting to life as a demon...er female.
Putting on my shoes, I quickly exited the house and down the street. My eyes shifted to observe my surroundings, narrowing every now and then when I felt someone's eyes one me for too long.
A visit to see Yami would be nice right about now. It's just the simple matter of getting there.
"Well, haven't seen you around here. Are you new?" Growling, I turned around coming face to face with a tall stranger. "You must be, I never forget a pretty face." He continued, brushing a few strands of his messy blonde hair from his face.
"What does it matter to you?" I snapped irritably.
"Come on, don't be that way, I just want to have some fun." He smirked, holding his hands out as if to say he came in peace.
"Fun, huh?" I repeated, raising my eyebrow at the same time. I had seen something like this on TV and if he was going to do what I think he was...let's just say he'd be in for a rude awakening.
"Yeah, fun." He moved in closer, too close if you asked me. A few of his buddies moved in as well, adding to my uneasiness. "You don't mind do you doll face?" A hand slid down my back to rest where it shouldn't and I froze.
"Actually I do." I smirked, lowering my head so that my bangs shadowed my eyes. "As long as we're on the subject of fun...I might as well have some of my own, right?" The energy surging through me escaped, creating a thick gust of wind in the area.
"Dude! What the hell is she doing?"
"She's a freak, a witch! She's going to kill us all!"
Pushing past my blond haired molester I quickly walked up to one of his friends and latched onto the fool's shirt. A soft chuckle escaped my lips and I grin bearing my fangs menacing, Ah! The joys of being evil.
"What, what are you doing! Let me go!"
The void of the shadow realm seemed to extend from my arm, eating away at the pathetic life form I held until there was nothing left at all. "I'm just having a little fun..." I replied sinisterly. "Who else wants to play?"
Not that I got an answer or expected one for that matter, by the time I had turned around the others two had fled. Now that I minded, now I could get back to things that really mattered. Like minding my own freaking business for one.
The rest of my journey was spent in a sense of paranoia. The slightest thing that made me even the tiniest bit uncomfortable mysteriously 'disappeared', people, animals, random objects. Maybe I was just in a bad mood.
The game shop eventually loomed into view at the end of the streets and I frowned, showing my hands back in my pockets.
Walking up to the door and kicking it open I stepped inside to find it empty. They must be in the back of the house. "Pharaoh! I'm here to make you an offer you can't refuse!" I put a deadly emphasis in the word can't and stood waiting, my arms across my chest.
"I'm here Bakura, I wouldn't dare keep a lady waiting." Came the smooth reply and my eyes traveled to the doorway behind the counter that led to the house.
"Don't give me that shit, you what I want. Give me my body back, my life!" I snapped. He dare toy with me. I'd make him pay dearly.
Yami shrugged casually then leaned forwards against the counter. "You haven't changed one bit since I first changed you, have you Bakura?" he sighed.
"You not as dumb as you look. What gave you that idea? Like I'd change for you." I snapped back.
"I don't want you to change for me, but for Ryou. At any rate, it can't be done anyway. If you had done what you had been told in the first place you'd have been back to normal."
"That's a bunch of bullshit! No one ever asked me if I wanted any part of this."
"Do what I asked you of and you'll get your body back I promise. But be careful, your feelings must be genuine, or else you risk losing everything." Yami warned, reaching beneath the counter for what appeared to be an hourglass. "You only have three days left before your change is permanent..."
My eyes widened and I stumbled backwards. My eyes searched his face only to find nothing there, he was serious. I did the only thing I could think of at the moment, I turn and ran...
RyOu again
"So...Ryou, how would Bakura look in this one?" Malik asked, holding up a red spaghetti strap dress.
"Nice, I guess..." I shrugged. "But if you're going to pick something for someone pick a color that'll suit them." I replied, walking past the couple and towards another dress on a hanger.
Strangely enough the two drug me here only to ask me constantly what would look nice on Bakura. It was almost as if they didn't even care that I knew that them taking me to the mall was part of their Purple K orange reaction thing, whatever the hell it was.
The dress before me was a beautiful midnight blue strapless gown. Tiny white starts started from the left side of the waist, cascading diagonally across the gown. It apparently came with a silver moon choker, matching star earrings, and diamond studded glass slippers.
Of course the gown didn't fit Bakura's personality the colors just suited him. The material was soft and would hang to every slender curve of my darker half, bring out the color of his milk white skin in the process.
"That is nice..." Malik cooed softly, nodded with approval. "Love the velvety material. It's different from Bakura's usual leather, but..."
"Doesn't matter, lets just take it and leave." Marik muttered grabbing the outfit and accessories and heading towards the back of the store. The clerk didn't seem to mind, seeing that he was carefully guarding a porno book. So No! He didn't care at all!
"What are you doing? You can't do that! I think he'd notice you trying to walk out of the mall with a store manikin!" I hissed. And what's worse I'd be in trouble just for being anything.
"Don't be so rude." Marik smirked. "My girlfriend's no dummy." He chuckled, hugging the doll to his waist.
"No but you are." Malik snapped slapping his lover in the back of the head. He turned to me and smiled. "Don't worry Ryou, we're not doing through the front." He reassured me.
"Then how are we getting out of here?" I asked suddenly feeling worse than I did when this started.
He motioned me toward a corner in the back were Marik had disappeared. "We're using Shadow express." He grinned shoving me into a portal that just wasn't there last time I checked. "It's the only way to travel."
Topazia: Okay, I know this is supposed to be a humor ficcy but I'm going to wind things down and go into a darker mood for the next chapter. Many people want Bakura back as a boy and trust me, they'll get that wish...in two chapters, but it won't come without a price...o.o'
Bakura: I hate you, know now that?
Topazia: You see? You're so mean to me! It makes me feel bad and want to type bad things about you!
Bakura: Oh crap, forgot about that. sweatdrop
Ryou's POV
My eyes were cast to the ground as we walked down the street. Marik decided to fill me in on some of his favorite games with Malik. His favorite as he recalled was limit break.
The rules of their little pleasure game was simple, the object was to take turns torturing each other. The first person to moan lost. How disturbing, apparently Marik was an expert at it. Malik was getting better, according to his darker half, not that I needed to know.
Their sex life should stay locked behind closed doors. I know I didn't want to hear it. "Yeah, Marik, this is interesting and all, but do you think you could change the subject?" I asked.
He stared at me for a while then shrugged. "Okay, I'll tell you about another game." He smirked. "You see you take whipped cream and you put it-"
"Dude! Stop! Does everything you to do evolve sex?" I demanded. It didn't make any sense. Was screwing each other senseless all the thought about?
Marik paused in his walking to think and I sighed seeing this might take a while. "Yeah, just about." He replied lazily. "Isn't it great?" he grinned. "Come on! You can't tell me you don't want to do Bakura." He nudged me slightly and I turned my custom shades of red.
"Isn't that your job I mean, you seemed to be having fun when I walked in." I quickly replied. I started walking again, mainly to hide the crimson that had crept onto my face.
"Yeah, it was pretty fun and trust me if I wasn't so sure he'd beat my ass for it I'd throw him down and-"
"Ah la-la-la-la!" I screamed. "I don't want to hear it! You've told me enough to keep me emotionally scared at least until I reach retirement." I shuddered, shaking my head free of the thought.
He smirked at me with his head tilted slightly and I glared in return. It wasn't funny! Now my countless daydreams will be filled with disturbing images. How many times must I tell you people not to feed my imagination?
"At any rate, we're here." The blond chuckled and turned my head to our destination were Malik himself stood leaning casually against the porch.
"Took you long enough." He replied.
"Well it wasn't my fault, Marik decided to traumatizing me with his pornographic stories." I snapped irritably.
"Just because I was talking doesn't mean you have to listen." The yami shrugged. "So you do have an inner freak in you, how kinky. Bad nympho, bad."
I looked around for something to throw, a rock, brick, busted pipe, something...it could be anything as long as it was hard and I could lift it. Well, that just narrowed my selection didn't it?
"Yeah, you'll be alright Ryou." Malik waved his hand at me then turned to his darker half. "So did you find out anything useful?" he asked.
"Actually I did." He replied thoughtfully. "Now lets see if I can put it into a way that Ryou can't understand." My eyes narrowed. These people...treat me so horrible. "Okay, Bakura-issle be actin' all funkay- wissle. He be tryin to be all crunk when it's obvious he dun tripped, fell, and got tangled up in da game."
Malik opened his mouth to say something but stopped, closing it again and shaking his head. "Okay...now what does all that mean?"
"It's serious," Marik shrugged. "My analysis uncovered a code orange, section 12. Not a good sign, what do you think?"
"Code orange? Oh this is going to be fun. Anything else?" Malik grinned to match Marik's and rubbed his hands together. Okay maybe this was the part where I run screaming down the street.
"There was also a hint of a code pink, but not too much, that would make the situation too difficult. You can just barely notice it. Bakura hides it so well." Marik continued.
"Good, good, so for a solution we're looking at about a blue reaction?" Malik muttered, nibbling on his index finger.
"Blue reaction, huh? Maybe thinking more on the lines of red."
"Red and blue? That would be perfect together! Even better Marik, reaction purple. But maybe we should make the blue a sky blue. It's a delicate situation and we don't want to over do it."
"That's sounds good to me. We'll commence the reaction in two days. Fair enough?"
"Please, all I really need it a day, but two days will be fine, we don't want to rush things."
The two stopped their conservation and as if they were just remembering my presence, blinked. "What the hell was all that?" I demanded. "Codes and reactions? This isn't the damn matrix!"
Malik chuckled nervously. "Don't worry about it, meanwhile, let's go to the mall. I have a few questions to ask." He latched his arm around mines and started dragging me along. I felt like a rag doll, a scared rag doll.
Bakura's POV
"I'm so bored!" I groaned, flopping back down on the couch. There was nothing to do and I was sick of it. My light was off somewhere with two psychos, the damn pharaoh was probably plotting to bring the apocalypse down on my head.
As interesting as that last option seemed I wasn't going to sit by and watch it happen. It was time to paint the town red, or black for that matter. Grinning I got up from the couch and headed to my room. Might as well dress decent for a stroll around town.
It only took me about ten minuets to throw on my clothes and when I had finished I now sported a pair of dark jeans, a thin long sleeve white, and a blue jean vest over it. Maybe Ryou was right...I was adjusting to life as a demon...er female.
Putting on my shoes, I quickly exited the house and down the street. My eyes shifted to observe my surroundings, narrowing every now and then when I felt someone's eyes one me for too long.
A visit to see Yami would be nice right about now. It's just the simple matter of getting there.
"Well, haven't seen you around here. Are you new?" Growling, I turned around coming face to face with a tall stranger. "You must be, I never forget a pretty face." He continued, brushing a few strands of his messy blonde hair from his face.
"What does it matter to you?" I snapped irritably.
"Come on, don't be that way, I just want to have some fun." He smirked, holding his hands out as if to say he came in peace.
"Fun, huh?" I repeated, raising my eyebrow at the same time. I had seen something like this on TV and if he was going to do what I think he was...let's just say he'd be in for a rude awakening.
"Yeah, fun." He moved in closer, too close if you asked me. A few of his buddies moved in as well, adding to my uneasiness. "You don't mind do you doll face?" A hand slid down my back to rest where it shouldn't and I froze.
"Actually I do." I smirked, lowering my head so that my bangs shadowed my eyes. "As long as we're on the subject of fun...I might as well have some of my own, right?" The energy surging through me escaped, creating a thick gust of wind in the area.
"Dude! What the hell is she doing?"
"She's a freak, a witch! She's going to kill us all!"
Pushing past my blond haired molester I quickly walked up to one of his friends and latched onto the fool's shirt. A soft chuckle escaped my lips and I grin bearing my fangs menacing, Ah! The joys of being evil.
"What, what are you doing! Let me go!"
The void of the shadow realm seemed to extend from my arm, eating away at the pathetic life form I held until there was nothing left at all. "I'm just having a little fun..." I replied sinisterly. "Who else wants to play?"
Not that I got an answer or expected one for that matter, by the time I had turned around the others two had fled. Now that I minded, now I could get back to things that really mattered. Like minding my own freaking business for one.
The rest of my journey was spent in a sense of paranoia. The slightest thing that made me even the tiniest bit uncomfortable mysteriously 'disappeared', people, animals, random objects. Maybe I was just in a bad mood.
The game shop eventually loomed into view at the end of the streets and I frowned, showing my hands back in my pockets.
Walking up to the door and kicking it open I stepped inside to find it empty. They must be in the back of the house. "Pharaoh! I'm here to make you an offer you can't refuse!" I put a deadly emphasis in the word can't and stood waiting, my arms across my chest.
"I'm here Bakura, I wouldn't dare keep a lady waiting." Came the smooth reply and my eyes traveled to the doorway behind the counter that led to the house.
"Don't give me that shit, you what I want. Give me my body back, my life!" I snapped. He dare toy with me. I'd make him pay dearly.
Yami shrugged casually then leaned forwards against the counter. "You haven't changed one bit since I first changed you, have you Bakura?" he sighed.
"You not as dumb as you look. What gave you that idea? Like I'd change for you." I snapped back.
"I don't want you to change for me, but for Ryou. At any rate, it can't be done anyway. If you had done what you had been told in the first place you'd have been back to normal."
"That's a bunch of bullshit! No one ever asked me if I wanted any part of this."
"Do what I asked you of and you'll get your body back I promise. But be careful, your feelings must be genuine, or else you risk losing everything." Yami warned, reaching beneath the counter for what appeared to be an hourglass. "You only have three days left before your change is permanent..."
My eyes widened and I stumbled backwards. My eyes searched his face only to find nothing there, he was serious. I did the only thing I could think of at the moment, I turn and ran...
RyOu again
"So...Ryou, how would Bakura look in this one?" Malik asked, holding up a red spaghetti strap dress.
"Nice, I guess..." I shrugged. "But if you're going to pick something for someone pick a color that'll suit them." I replied, walking past the couple and towards another dress on a hanger.
Strangely enough the two drug me here only to ask me constantly what would look nice on Bakura. It was almost as if they didn't even care that I knew that them taking me to the mall was part of their Purple K orange reaction thing, whatever the hell it was.
The dress before me was a beautiful midnight blue strapless gown. Tiny white starts started from the left side of the waist, cascading diagonally across the gown. It apparently came with a silver moon choker, matching star earrings, and diamond studded glass slippers.
Of course the gown didn't fit Bakura's personality the colors just suited him. The material was soft and would hang to every slender curve of my darker half, bring out the color of his milk white skin in the process.
"That is nice..." Malik cooed softly, nodded with approval. "Love the velvety material. It's different from Bakura's usual leather, but..."
"Doesn't matter, lets just take it and leave." Marik muttered grabbing the outfit and accessories and heading towards the back of the store. The clerk didn't seem to mind, seeing that he was carefully guarding a porno book. So No! He didn't care at all!
"What are you doing? You can't do that! I think he'd notice you trying to walk out of the mall with a store manikin!" I hissed. And what's worse I'd be in trouble just for being anything.
"Don't be so rude." Marik smirked. "My girlfriend's no dummy." He chuckled, hugging the doll to his waist.
"No but you are." Malik snapped slapping his lover in the back of the head. He turned to me and smiled. "Don't worry Ryou, we're not doing through the front." He reassured me.
"Then how are we getting out of here?" I asked suddenly feeling worse than I did when this started.
He motioned me toward a corner in the back were Marik had disappeared. "We're using Shadow express." He grinned shoving me into a portal that just wasn't there last time I checked. "It's the only way to travel."
Topazia: Okay, I know this is supposed to be a humor ficcy but I'm going to wind things down and go into a darker mood for the next chapter. Many people want Bakura back as a boy and trust me, they'll get that wish...in two chapters, but it won't come without a price...o.o'