Oh How The Tides Turn

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh (Damn lawyers!)

Okay this chapter is about Bakura and his life without dueling. Him and his Yami are seperate but, his Yami and him are room mates.

Enjoy

The Emo Horn-Dog, AKA Bakura

I fluttered my eyes open. Music filled the air... I opened my door, and found I was on a ship of some sort. I then looked over board.

"NEVER LET GO ROSE! NEVER!" Jack said, through chattered teeth.

"Aw man! What the fuck is up with the titanic?"

I then woke up fully.

"Whew! It was only a nightmare!"

The strange thing was, ever since me and my Yami got seperated I had strange nightmares filled with dramatic movies. And I just happened to be right in the middle. For example, other movies I've had dreams about were,

Napolean Dynomite, where I was the llama,

Aristocats, where I was Thomas O'Malley,

The Notebook, where I was... Ally...

Yeah the last one is really creepy, since they basically have 5 sex scenes in the movie! AND IT'S RATED PG-13! DAMN HORMONES!

Oh yeah did I also tell you? Ever since Yami and I seperated, and we basically shared the same body, but different minds... Well he gave me his perverted thoughts... So now I'm basically stuck thinking about sex and getting boners 24/7. Well it wasn't all bad, because I would pull that innocent act and pretend I don't know what's gonig on... Gets the girls every time...

"Wake up you horny bastard!" Yami's voice yelled.

I groaned and peered over the covers. There was a huge... Well "pole-like" thing sticking up... Yeah... I had morning wood...

I sighed and started rubbing on it... While I rubbed I began to think about how I would get rid of these raging hormones... I mean I already got 4 girls pregnant and it was only half way through school! What was I going to do.

Before I even know it, there will be baby Bakura's crawling all over the place. Bloody hell! I got up finally after the "pole" had been rubbed down.

I got in my school uniform... Something was wrong with it... BLOODY HELL! "YAMI WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY UNIFORM!" I yelled.

I heard foot steps stomp at my door. He then swung the door open... And... I WAS FRICKEN HALF NAKED! Plus, he had his shirt off. Oh great and I just rubbed down too! I felt it start to tingle... Here it comes...

"What the hell are you talking about Bakura?" He shouted, angerily.

"Look at how tight the fricken pants are. You can see the outline of my penis!" I yelled back.

He came close and looked at it. "I thought you liked it like that."

I blushed, "Well..."

I didn't even have to say any more. He grabbed it and gave it a squeeze before leaving the room.

Alright... That was to awkward... Anyways I then put on my school jacket and zipped up my pants. Before leaving the room, I rubbed it on it one last time.

"Bye Yami! I want to get to school early today. The French teacher wants to tutor me for some strange odd reason." I heard snickering from the kitchen.

The snickering soon became chuckling, and before I knew it, he was evily laughing! Okay... I tip-toed out of the apartment and shut the door behind me. I then ran down the halls, but still heard the evil laughter echo through the apartment... God knows what he's doing in there...

Anyways, I got funny stares from girls, at my pants. I kept my eyes down with my hair in my face. They say there's nothing girls love more then "emo" guys. The only problem was... I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO BE EMO!

There's only one person who can teach me how to be emo... Duke Devlin.

I then eagerly skipped off to school in search of Duke Devlin. "Crap! I have french!" I mentally slapped myself and sped off in the other direction for French.

Finally I arrived outside the classroom.

"Bonjour..." I heard my French teacher seductivly say.

I gulped. The last thing I wanted was getting my French teacher pregnant! I felt myself get larger... I dug in my backpack and found it... My fanny pack! It would cover my boner for now.

"Bonjua?" I said, full of confusion. Somehow I think that was the wrong way to say hello...

She giggled. "Come in Bakura."

I gulped and opened the door.

"HOLY FRICKEN CRAP!"

Was I in the right classroom? What the hell? There was a hot-tub where the teachers desk was. And a king sized bed where the desks were. Where was the teacher. I then suddenly felt hot breath on my neck.

I turned around. I nervously smiled, "Hey Ms. Sexwithstudent!"

"That's Mrs." She seductivly smiled.

"You're married?" I asked, with bug eyes.

"Wee. But that does not matter." She said in a French accent.

I then tried to speak but she shushed me with her finger to my lips. Oh God! Was she about to do it with me? I mean sure the French teach was a babe! Hot! SEXY! BOOTYLISCIOUS! Why did Seto come in to my mind when I said the last part?

I shook him out of my head.

I gazed into the deep purple eyes, locks of red that fell down her almost bare chest, juicy lips puckering up, slim hands wrapped around me. I felt my self... Undressing...

Was I donig this? I then looked over to the classroom door. IT WAS WIDE OPEN! What was I going to do! Oh me! Oh my! Oh-- OHH! OH GOD THAT FELT SO GOOD! What did she just do. Holy crap! I was already bare naked and she was too. I looked down and she had my firm cock in her hand! And was running her hand up and down on the shaft!

She looked up and licked her lips. I looked down and stared...

I then blacked out...

"Ugh my penis... What happened?" I then felt as if I was actully in love with the French teacher... Could this be? I looked over and decided to say I loved her... But just when I looked over... SHE WAS MAKING OUT WITH THE PRINCIPLE!

I screamed! Leaping out of the classroom naked. I ran into the bathroom and began to cry in a stall. I sniffled and came out. "Woah Bakura what are you doing? And naked?"

It was the voice of... Could it be... DUKE! "DUKE! FINALLY I FOUND YOU! YOU HAVE TO TEACH ME TO BE EMO SO MRS. SEXWITHSTUDENT WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH ME!"

His face twisted into disgust. He went in a stall and threw up. "Alright don't mind that... Anyways say what? You want to be Emo?"

I nodded my head eagerly. "Yup yup!"

He smacked his hand against his fourhead. "It's not as easy as this looks... Alright we'll first get you in the style... Then work on your emo-ness."

"First..." He then dug in his bag... "Put on these."

"Where did you get-"

"NOW!" He yelled.

I wimpered and got dressed. When I was done I looked in the mirror. "WOAH! EMO!" I happily squealed clapping my hands together.

I had on skinny tight ripped, black jeans. My shirt was a white with red lettering on it that said, "PANIC! AT THE DISCO." Why would I panic at a disco? Duke flashed me a thumbs up.

"Am I ready to be emo yet?"

He shook his head in reply. I frowned.

"Almost done with your style. Just sit back and let me work some emon-ness." He then cracked his fingers.

I closed my eyes and felt tickling on my fingers and eyes... Something was then slipped on my feet and wrists. Then my hair was going all over the place, I heard snipping of scissors. And felt sticky gell go into my hair. Finally there was the spray of smelly hair-spray.

"Open up Mr. Emo." He chuckled.

I opened one eye... Then the other eye... "I LOOK HOT!"

I looked down at my feet, and had red and white checkored slip on vans. My nails had black paint on them. I had fishnet arm warmers. Outlining my eyes... Was pitch black smeared eyeliner. Then my hair... Oh god my hair was sexy!

Plain white hair, in my eyes, parted to the left and a bit spiky in the back. "OH GOD DUKE! YOU'RE A MIRACLE WORKER! BARE MY CHILDREN!"

Dead silence...

His eyes looked away, "Anyways... One more touch..."

I bit my lip and closed my eyes.

"This may hurt a little bit."

I felt his hand gently grab my lip. "OUCH!"

I opened my eyes. My lip was pierced on the bottom. It was... SEXY!

I forgot the pain and smiled.

"Alright remember you're not fully emo yet!"

"Why not?" I cheerly asked.

"Umm your personality. This is what you need to do."

I took out a note book and pen.

"Number one: Sulk

"Number two: Be sad!

"Number three: hate your life

"Number four: for dramatics, cut your wrists without killing yourself.

"Number five: Kiss boys. Girls find that hot.

"Number six: WEAR TIGHT JEANS AND SHIRTS.

"Number seven: Write suicidal notes without killing yourself.

"Number eight: Wear Eyeliner!

"Number nine: Write suicidal poetry with angsty words.

"Number ten: listen to emo music.

He finally finished in one breath.

"Is that it Duke?"

He nodded. "Any questions?"

"So emo music is like... Christina Aguleria?"

He smacked his fourhead. "HOW THE FUCK IS THAT EMO?"

"THAT ONE SONG! I AM BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! THAT'S A DEPRESSING SONG!" I yelled and burst out in tears.

"Excellent! You got it half right. Chicks dig it when boys are emotional and cry."

I whipped my tears, "I don't care! My heart is shattered... I need to mend..."

He clapped his hands. "Okay here are some emo bands"

I took out my notebook.

"Bleedy rip stab

"My heart crys

"DIE DIE DIE!

"sk84life

"I kiss boyz

"tightjeansmachines

(A/N: THESE ARE MADE UP!)

"Maybe they can save me from this chaotic pit called life."

"Yes Bakura they can. And poetry too!"

"Good luck being emo!"

He happily waved me away.

I left the bathroom looking down.

When I took two steps out. GIRLS FLOCKED ME! EMO BOYS FLOCKED ME! SETO FLOCKED ME! WHAT THE FUCK? SETO?

Anyways... I felt something tingle...

SHIT I WAS STILL HORMONAL AS EVER!

I burst out in tears and ran for home.

The crowd chased me... Life sucks. I was emo.

I don't have anything against Emo's personally but I over exaggerated it greatly.

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