Hello Loves,
I wrote this fic out of boredom, and my Homie thought it kicked ass so she pestered me to post it. This story does contain character bashing, and alot of other bashing, don't like don't read. Read, enjoy, then reveiw.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, ideas, jokes, and your mom, no wait... I don't want your mom, she couldn't scrape me even two bucks.
Bakura and the Harry Potter Adventures
It was a boring Saturday night with not much to do as our favorite (Or maybe in some cases least favorite) duo laid around watching t.v. Well one was watching t.v, the other was um... gossiping on the telephone.
"Omehgawd Malik! Are you serial! (I love South Park..)" Ryou gasped as in a fashion most would be led to belive he could not belive his ears.
"Yeah!" Yuugi piped up in this obvious three way conversation, "You know for fact Lohan's boobs are fake!" Yuugi said in a disbeliving tone.
"Oh Puur-lease Yuugi, you are sooo naive" Malik said in a knowing voice.
"Wel-" Ryou started before he was rudely cut off by a certain Yami of his.
"RYOU!" Bakura yelled in distress, "I'm boooored!"
Ryou hastily covered up the phone in vain hoping Yuugi and Malik couldn't hear his immature Yami.
"Well...Read a book or something! I'm on the phone discussing very important matters with Malik and Yuugi!" Ryou said in a disturbed tone.
What a pansy, Bakura thought, Me! A book! What has he been snorting? Or smoking, or injecting, or swallowing... Ra dammit! How many Ra damned ways are there to take drugs these days! He's probaly gossipig about celebrities again, what a fruit cake...
Bakura pulled his body off the couch and strode over to Ryou's room. Instead of the usual raid he decided to look for a book.
Harry Potter? He thought, as he ran his finger down a book on Ryou's Bookcase. Hmmmmmmmm (Doesn't that remind you of Jack Skellington when he found Christmas Town? It does for me..)
The Next Day, and After Digesting All Six Harry Potter Books
Ryou woke up the next day feeling refreshed and ready to go out and about on the town with Bakura to run some errands, unfortunately... Every good plan always goes awary, says so in "A Series of Unfortunate Events' by Lemony Snicket or whoever the Hell that mysterious man is.
As he walked into the t.v. room of his and Bakura's apartment he noticed something wrong...
"Who the Bloody Hell rearranged our furniture!" Ryou yelled.
Bakura rather sleepy took one look at the room and mummbled "Those damned indecisive house-elves."
Ryou's eye twitched and right as he lunged Bakura yelled, "Stay away you Ra-be-damned Death Eater!" At which Ryou started wondering about his sanity.
"I'm gonna take a shower, and you meet me by the front door." Ryou said.
"Kay, I'll meet you in the Entrance Hall." Bakura said seriously.
Ryou rolled his eyes and walked to the shower.
As Ryou went to the shower Bakura walked over to the phone and phoned the authorities.
Phone Call
(Bakura, Cops)
Hello?
How may we be an assistence?
I would like to report a death.
A death sir?
Yes, a death.
On who may we ask, and the occasion.
Albus Dumbledore Greatest Wizard of all time, and only one You-Know-Who ever feared; That Ra-damned Snape Avada Keravaded him, bastard...
Erm... Sir? I'm sorry I do not know who, are you okay? This is a serious foundation, and I do NOT appreciate this call and-
You BETTER appreciate this call! Albus Dumbledore is the most kickass man EVER, and death will NOT be taken lightly, he has only left when noone belives in hi-
SIR!
DO NOT Sir me! I'm I am severly pissed off and-
"BAKURA! Who are you yelling at!" Ryou yelled as he pulled a shirt on.
-Phone Clicks-
"Er... Noone Ryou!"
-Silence-
"So how 'bout those Chudley Cannons?" Bakura said trying to break the ice.
Next chapter is longer and already typed, give me three reveiws and you gets to read it. It includes Errand running, and Bakura a proud Ron/Hermione Shipper pissing off Yami, a sad and disapointed Harry/Hermione Shipper, and much MUCH more.
I know I said I'd only would do Song fics well I LIED. I LOVE Humor/Parody and I'm a very sarcastic person, who needs to relive their sarcasm while not hurting TO many people. How unlike me no?