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"There," Yami sat Bakura on one of the sidewalk benches, taking off Bakura's blindfold. After telling him to stay put, that they had a surprise for him, Yami walked away, Bakura staring after him.

Seconds later, three people came around the corner, moving in sync with each other. As they came closer, Bakura could make them out. Ryou was walking-no, strutting-at point, with Yami and Malik flanking him. Yami and Malik were as normal-looking as they could be, but as Ryou drew closer, Bakura could feel his jaw drop.

At first, he thought Ryou was going without his shirt, but as he came a little closer, Bakura could see that the white wife-beater blended with Ryou's pale skin almost perfectly. The tight black jeans fell so low that they almost revealed what pants are supposed to hide. They perfectly formed to his every curve until the knee, then they flared out enough to allow for shoes. He was wearing a pair similar to Yami's, and a spiked collar and cuffs finished the outfit.

A little gel had taken care of spiking the hair, so it wasn't to fluffy, and through it glinted a silver spike earring. But the first thing Bakura noticed wasn't his clothes or hair.

Ryou was walking so that you almost had to call it 'stalking.' His legs seemed relaxed, arms down, fists clenched by his legs. And he scowled.

The scowl was what really caught Bakura's attention. There was no remnant of the nice, kind Ryou when Bakura looked into that face. It was almost as if Ryou had become Bakura, or at least stolen his identity.

Realizing that he was staring, Bakura stood and looked away, shoving his hands in his pockets. Suddenly Ryou stood chest-to-chest with Bakura, and Bakura had no idea how he had gotten there.

"Surprise," Ryou said, only his voice the same.

"Dear Ra, Ryou," Bakura breathed. "What have you done to yourself?" He made an attempt to hide his hikari from view. "Take it off and let me see my real hikari."

"I am the real hikari." He sidestepped Bakura easily. "You don't like it?"

"No! No, I don't like it at all!" Bakura snapped.

"Why not? You said I was weak. Now I am strong. I don't see the problem.

Bakura grabbed Ryou by the hair. "I'll tell you later. We're going home."

A knife appeared out of nowhere and was pressing itself up to Bakura's throat.

"Now, Ryou, you know you can't kill me," Bakura said sweetly.

"No," Ryou said, "but I sure as Hell can hurt you. Now, let me go or I will slash your throat."

Something in Ryou's eyes told Bakura he would really do it, so he slowly released Ryou's hair and backed up. He and Ryou stared at each other for a moment, then Bakura turned and left. Ryou stared after him, and when Bakura was out of sight, Yami and Malik came up behind Ryou.

"That was great-" Malik began to say when the knife poked a tiny hole in the chest of his shirt.

"Shove it," Ryou said. He clicked the knife shut and walked away.

"What?" Malik said.

"I think he feels bad," yami replied as the first fat drops of rain spattered the sidewalk.

KC666: What the Hell was THAT, Ryou?! Well anyway review me and tell me what you think 