Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.
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#7: The Chariot
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When Bakura put him back into control of their body, Ryou found himself standing in the center of his living room. He glanced down at his feet, saw that the spirit had once again not bothered to take off his shoes, and walked mutely back to the door to trade them for his slippers.
(I removed the bodies,) Bakura stated, making Ryou flinch. (And I wiped off your fingerprints as well. I was even magnanimous enough to clean up Honda's, in case he has any more information that could be useful . . . though I doubt it.) The spirit snorted. (That was just sloppy. I know all the police in this city are either corrupt or clueless, but he should have been arrested by now if this is his usual method.)
Fingerprints. . . Ryou repeated to himself.
(Yes, landlord. Wear gloves next time.)
No, Ryou contradicted, that only matters if I'm already on fi. . . .
His eyes widened, and then he leaned heavily against the closet door before sliding to the ground. Ryou stared blankly forward.
Oh God, I'd forgotten about that. . . .
(So I assumed. Wear gloves.)
Ryou wrapped his arms across his chest, trying to keep from shaking again. He closed his eyes. W . . . why?! he demanded, wanting an explanation for life, the universe, and everything else.
(Because,) Bakura answered with more than a hint of amusement. Then he left.