Ryou, Bakura and Yami Bakura have a "Talk"~ By: Rnij Rin Sera
Disclamer: I am not Kazuki Takahashi. I am a Determined FANGIRL who has a Bakura plushie and is proud of it. :p
Key: Ryou is The Dub's Bakura. Bakura is the Tomb Robber Bakura. Yami Bakura is Ryou's 'other face' or as so sweetly called by the Dub, 'The spirit of the millennium ring.' Yami Bakura is the Zok controlled soul portion of the Tomb Robber Bakura who was trapped within the MIllennium Ring 5000 years ago. Trapped can be easily translated to 'craftily put into the Millennium ring so He can claim the powers of the dark god Sokuretsukur' (note: I can't translate this to well, if you have the corect spelling please email it to me) Zok is also known as the god of darkness.
This is true by the manga and If I am ruining anything for
you, Suck's for you cause if you x out of this story now your
going to miss a sucky fic. By sucky I mean really good, yup,
Really, I Do. If you hate me I understand. Just don't flame me,
cause I'm a Depressed person who is tired of trying to be
'cheered up.' Also on a note, This is supposed to be in a degree
comedy, so in your review, please kindly tell me weither or not I
should continue. If I'm not told to cont., this becomes a one
shot and is added to the 'Hall of shame for really bad fics
written by a really bad authoress, for example see
"Rnij" on FF.net. Mysterious A is a great authoress, so
just condem the stupid moron Rnij.' Okay, So yeah, Scroll down
for an actual fic. And please, This is not a Yaoi and or Shounen
Ai so shut up you Morons!
------Gomenasai Minna san, Watashi wa Go me desu ka? Watashi wa Baka desu ka? Hai. Hai Hai Hai.----------
It all begin on a normal day in a normal apartment in a normal city called Domino. Everything was normal, a normal routine, a normal life all his own. Ryou had been living that way for the past year, but instead of enjoying it, quite frankly, he was going insane.
He first noticed it when he began to talk to his Mirror. He even noticed the change when it began to talk back. Heck! He was even slightly disturbed after he realised he had just dialed the Crawford residence and was waiting in a 2 hour hold with the Funny Bunny soundtrack blasted over the reciever. And when he began to hum along with the music....
(Pegasus J Crawford for those who suffer the dub, by the way, how much does the kiddiefied version make you guys a month? Durring the holidays? "Mommy mommy, I want a duel disk so I can be like Kaiba and Draw cards to fling at people and watch them get maimed by them! Mommy? Mommy?!" Oh yes, I can see it now...Oh, Gomen..)
And now, poor Ryou was sitting at his dining room table holding a conversation with himself.
"And anyway, When I told her I liked my hair long she just haaaaad to start on her 'long hair is a rebelious action and makes us look bad speech. No, I don't think braiding it will help..."
But no one was going to answer. For you see, the demon which had inhabited Ryou's body and soul was gone. Long gone, and even at that, supposedly dead. Ryou was just having a hard time.. um, getting used to it. He wouldn't have to wait to long though, because at that very moment, 2 beings so frightful were about to knock on his very door and scare the pants off him. To bad his apartment was a couple stories up, because that was just what his Fan clubs had been waiting for.
-------Falling trough hell, or maybe this is life, does my sceptisism make it right?---------
... Wow, this is the crappiest fic I have ever written. Review please.
Contest: When Kaiba n' co were forced off thier blimp by Noah, What famous Arabic saying Did Ishtar (Yami Malik) Quote durring the rest of that epi? Winner get's to say something to our audience in this fic and also get's mentioned on my web page. And if you really wanna get all tecknical, I'll personally send my Rhetorical Seto Bear over to your house to deliver the Rhetorical prizes. The Rhetorical prizes? A couple of life sized plushies. Although if you acctually expect something, your pathetic. ^^ Have a vice day and don't forget to leave your shoes at the door.
