Story is from the journal of an insane blondeFan who is too peppy right now; warped by a crazed redhead who has nothing better to do than torment her favorite characters and go to school. The world of Yugioh should be afraid, very afraid.
Ryou had a carton of chocolate ice cream and was dipping his spoon into it enthusaticaly. His hand stopped suddenly when several smashing sound could be heard outside. Looking at the closest window, which happened to be the kitchens, he gasped. His Duel Monsters cards where floating down from the second story as textbooks and other miscellaneous objects crashed into the tree near his bedroom window. Ryou watched, the shock keeping him where he was, as his television set collided with the lawn.
Up in Ryou's bedroom a very happy Yami continued to toss several items out his Hikari's window. The television had been difficult to lift, but was well worth the effort since his Hikari favored it so much.
'Maybe this will change his mind about keeping me in his god dammed room.' He thought. He walked over to the wardrobe stuffed full with several outfits and picked up a few. They flew out the window too. Bakura's faced stretched into a Cheshire cat grin as a pair of briefs like his own landed of a crown of pale white hair. Bakura began to gather more clothes before a look of surprise danced across his sharp facial features. He realized who that was outside his lights window and doubled back to it.. Standing down with boxers to the ground now stood Ryou looking very angry.
"Bakura!" he yelled, "When I get up to my room and unlock that door you are so going to start wishing you were still in Egypt thieving in the streets!"
"Sorry Ryou," Bakura called down, "I've had that wish started ever since I met you!"
Ryou gave a barely unnoticeable wince and began to run inside. Not before, however, the camera was safely stashed.
Bakura watched as Ryou started into the house and gulped. Maybe his light wasn't as innocent as he thought. Scanning the small room as his light's footsteps on the stair could be heard, Bakura decided that a window of embarrassment was better than being battered around by his light. (Not that he could anyway…okay, Ryou had been growing his nails out and Bakura swore that the boy knew the art of Nail-scratching…) So he promptly threw a naked leg over the window sill and pushed himself out onto the overhang of the roof. However, as the door started to unlock, Bakura was faced with more difficult problems: How in the hell was he going to get down? "Shit," Bakura said, "My Hikari's the on who does stupid things like this with his stupid friends."
Ryou had come into the room now and gave a puzzled look around. His Yami was nowhere in sight. He gave a brief check around the space, even checking underneath the beed. "Idiot" Bakura whispered to himself, "I would have rather have my hair cut than hide in such an obscene place with the dust bunnies." he chuckled glad that Ryou's room didn't face the street.
Ryou, who had given up on the search deciding that since his Yami had been a thief once that he most-likely picked the lock, fell back onto his mussed up bed. What was the point of making a bed if you were going to sleep in it again? Closing his eyes, he let himself fall into a deep sleep. Bakura silently crawled back into the room through the window and gave a triumphant smirk as he gazed over at the sleeping body. Thoughts of how beautiful his Hikari looked, propped on the bed in an almost very suggestive pose went through Bakura's head. His cheeks abruptly stained a crimson that very much matched the color of the hearts on his boxers... 'Shit, I've got to stop going over to Marik's house. His over provocative remarks are starting to taint my mind.' He thought, than murmuring, "Not like it wasn't before, though."
'Well since this isn't my proper attire I'll just change into some of Ryou's clothing.' Bakura widened his smirk as he salvaged a pair of Ryou's jeans and put them on. He then proceeded to head to the kitchen to get some frosting. He preferred it over the ice cream.
Bakura licked happily at the spoon covered in frosting. Vanilla frosting was delicious. Even more so when combined with pixie-sticks. As continued to lick away the yummy paste, he came up with an interesting image. Deciding he liked this image very much he had the perfect plan and all it took was some pixie-sticks and some frosting. He took a handful of the sugar sticks and walked up the stairs to Ryou's room. When he had entered through the door frame he began to mix different colored pixie-sticks into the frosting creating a kind of grainy paint.
Looking at his light Bakura walked over and began to gently smear frosting on his face being very careful not to wake him. Finishing with the face he looked over at the more innocent face now covered in frosting and blushed as his mind acquainted itself to the gutter for a moment. He had to get closer in order to place the frosting on his Hikari's stomach, now exposed from the shirt riding up. He gave himself a mental slap to concentrate better and continued.
Bakura watched as his light tried to turn away from the intruding hands. Bakura smirked as he realized Ryou was ticklish and lifted the shirt a bit higher to get better access Leaning over Bakura got a used pixie-stick wrapper and gently rubbed the paper along the flesh watching the boy groan. Bakura gave a sadistically overjoyed smirk as he proceeded to tickle his light enjoying his squirming. He than scanned the images he had already drawn with the frosting and chuckled. Some of them look like the fools his light hung out with.
Bakura grabbed some more frosting and started to finish up the task when he saw the lights muscle start to flex as he tried to prop himself up.
"Bakura?" Ryou asked sleeply.
"Um..." Shoot! Caught in the act!
"Why the hell are you leaning over me?" Ryou's wide eyes became small slits as he looked at the guilty face which was near his tummy.
"Um…I was trying to wake you?" Bakura grimaced, 'So lame.'
"Oh...You were...So now I guess you want to sell me a Blue Eyes White Dragon?."Ryou said sarcastically till he looked at what Bakura did to him.
Bakura started asking himself which would be worse, dying from jumping out the window or his Hikari's rage..
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU WRITE 'RYOU LOVES YAMI YUGI'?" Ryou jumped up to pound his grinning Yami.
"Well I have seen the way you look at-"Bakura didn't bother to finish. He just ran out the door with a not very light textbook not far behind.
'Damnit! I knew I was missing a textbook when I threw Ryou's backpack out the window...'
Well review if you have any comments, suggestions, or harsh remarks…Hopefully not very many of that last kind….