Good job Veena, you're right! The answer is… BAKURA! Um, well, Ryou really. I just can't pronounce Ryou, so I call him Bakura. Which I CAN pronounce. Oh, what now, what now?! Lol.
Me: On the account that Ryou's a proper British gentleman in his manner of speaking and referring to people in the Japanese version of things (of course, he's not British in the Japanese version, but oh well), I have undoubtedly decided that he shall retain his British-ness and shall refer to people as thus:
Joey: Jounouchi
Tristan: Honda
Yugi: Yugi
Yami: Yami
Seto: Kaiba
Mokuba: Mokuba
Tea: Anzu
Mai: Mai
Yami Bakura: at the beginning, just 'Bakura', (narration) 'the spirit', 'Yami', and then, later: Baku, Kura, Baku-chan, Kura-chan
Serenity: Shizuka
Ishizu: Ishtar-sama (first name is Isis)
Marik: Malik
Odion: Rishid-san
Occasionally he shall tack a –kun to some names.
For Yami Bakura:
Joey: Jounouchi
Tristan: Honda
Yugi: Yugi
Yami: Pharaoh, or Yami
Seto: Kaiba
Mokuba: Mokuba
Tea: that girl Anzu (narration mode), (aloud) Girl or Anzu
Mai: that girl Mai (narration), (aloud) Girl or Mai
Bakura: Hikari, Ryou, Ry, later Ryou-chan, Ry-chan
Serenity: that girl Shizuka (narration mode), (aloud) Girl or Shizuka or Jounouchi's sister
Ishizu: Isis, Malik's sister
Marik: Malik
Odion: Rishid, fake Malik (made up)
I had a dreamless sleep that night, which was good, seeing that I normally don't have very pleasant dreams.
I slowly opened my eyes, and sat up, yawning. It was a Saturday, so I slept in a bit. Not too much, though.
I looked around for the spirit. He wasn't in my room, which meant that he was either somewhere else in the house, outside somewhere, or in his soul room. At this "ungodly hour", as he puts it, I doubt it's the former. It's probably the latter.
I raised my Millennium Ring to my lips, closing my eyes and blocking my mental link while I was at it. Quickly, I pressed the smooth, cold metal to my lips in a kiss. Seconds later I dropped it and opened the link again.
After searching for the spirit, and not finding him, I used our link. /Yami?/
A pause, then: ((You're awake. What is it Hikari?))
A sheepish grin found my face. /Morning./
((Oh, that's it then? Morning.))
Bakura materialized in front of me. He and Yami (a.k.a. the Pharaoh) have learned to make themselves corporal.
He looked at me, and carefully asked, "Why did you block out our link a few minutes ago?"
My blood seemed to freeze in my veins. "No reason," I stammered.
Bakura, of course, saw through my lie. But then, quite uncharacteristically, he smiled. "Don't you have to meet the Pharaoh, his short hikari and their friends shortly?"
I frowned. "Yes, and don't call Yugi short. He's not." Bakura looked at me. "Well, yes, I suppose is, but still."
Bakura shrugged. "Whatever. He'll always be the shrimp in my eyes."
"And don't let Yami hear you insult his hikari. We all know how protective he is when it comes to Yugi."
He rolled his eyes. "Ah yeah. He's obsessed with his shrimp for a hikari."
"Yami…"
Bakura gave me another lopsided grin. "I set out clothes for you," he said, pointing to my chair where some clothes were set out. "They're the clothes I think you'll look awesome in."
I blushed. "Who am I going to impress?" I joked, knowing perfectly well the answer.
"Yourself. And me."
This is didn't expect. I turned pink. Little did he know that I did wanted to impress him.
"You're my hikari." He shrugged. "I'd like to see my host at his best. Now try them on." Off he went to his soul room.
I lifted the clothes and gasped. /Bakura!/
((What is it?))
/These aren't my clothes!/
((Yes they are. I picked them up for you last night.))
/…/ I was silent, then: /You didn't steal them, did you?/
He sounded a little sad. ((Do you trust me so little, Hikari?)) At this I felt a pang of guilt. Of course I didn't… He must have left it through our link, because he gave a short bark-like laugh and said, ((No.))
I sighed and went to take a shower. Once that was done, I tried on the clothes.
The dark-blue pants flared out at the bottom. They happened to be (clears throat) skintight. A bit like Yami's. /Are you purposely making me dress like Yami?/
((The Pharaoh doesn't hold a candle light to you. This outfit will make his look like a piece of cloth.))
I groaned, while the spirit chuckled. ((Trust me Ryou, you'll like it.))
/Riight…/
I put the pants and the shirt on. The shirt was like Malik's lavender shirt. As I slipped it on, I noticed that it was short and showed my flat stomach, like Malik's. That wasn't much to my taste. However, the blue shade was nice. It brought out my eyes, according to Bakura.
(LOL!!! "I don't like jeans because they don't bring out my eyes." That and, "Anything that brings out my eyes," is the BEST Adam quote!!! Quotes. Whatever.)
(an: In the anime, Ryou has chocolate brown eyes, but in the magna, he's got blue ones that could rival Seto's. And, though I love them both, I put the blue ones in.)
After slipping it on, Bakura materialized once more. He look me over and whistled. "Very good Ryou. Now go make heads turn."
I blushed.
I have to admit it: I did make heads turn.
My friends were very surprised that seeing me dressed this way. Malik grinned; Jounouchi's expression was priceless, and even Kaiba showed some surprise.
"Bakura! Wow! Where'd you get that?" asked Anzu immediately.
"Me." Bakura had materialized and Yami followed. Bakura ignored him and threw an arm around me. "Isn't he gorgeous?"
Yami was a bit surprised. No, take that back. He did a double-take.
"You didn't --?"
"No, Pharaoh, I did not steal it. Now shut up and no one takes my hikari away from me, or touches him, ya hear?"
"Loud and clear," said Honda.
"Whatever," said Kaiba.
"Aw, Niisama, be nice." Mokuba always softens his brother up and gets what he wants.
"No."
Mokuba whispered something to him, and Kaiba's eyes went wide. "You wouldn't dare…"
"I would, and I will," said Mokuba firmly.
"Fine." He turned to me and said, "It looks nice," then to Bakura and said, "He's yours," then to his brother and said, "Happy?"
Mokuba nodded and Kaiba picked him up, hoisting him onto his shoulders.
"Aren't you as bit too old for that, Mokuba?" asked Mai.
"Aw, who cares? When you have a big brother as a CEO to a multibillion dollar corporation and when he's as tall as he is, you can do these kind of things."
That day we went to the arcade and played a bunch of games, including my all-time favorite, Monster World. And then Anzu challenged me, yes, me, to a game of DDR (Dance Dance Revolution but you're all smart and would have already known that). And, shockingly, I won. Bakura lifted me up and said that we had to go celebrate, and as soon as he mentioned food, Honda and Jounouchi were already outside.
Kaiba took us out to dinner, and everyone had a toast to me. Towards the end, some girls came and tried to hit on me, but Bakura scared them away.
"Sorry, but he's taken."
"Oooh, what about you?" Baka.
"I'm taken too. By him." He picked me up. "He's my Ry-chan."
((Make it look convincing.))
I did what I had been aching to do in forever: I nuzzled his neck and kissed it. "Mmm, Baku-chan…" The girls still didn't back down.
Then Bakura took out a dagger (I will have to remember to confiscate it) and twirled it. That got rid of them.
Later that night Bakura carried me to my room and changed my outfit to my pajamas. "I'm tired, Baku," I moaned.
"Sleep, little one," he cooed. So I fell asleep against his strong chest.
Okay, the prologue had NOTHING to do with this. In the third, or forth, or fifth, or… rants chapter, that's when that will come into play.
