Why one does not force a alter ego.
Chapter 2
Yu-Gi-Oh -----
Ryou was cooking dinner.
Wait, that's not the best part.
Ryou was cooking dinner in a apron, and looked really good in it.
Wait for it, it get's even better.
Ryou was cooking dinner in a apron, looking really good in it, but it wasn't really Ryou cooking.
You're going to love this.
Ryou was forcing Yami Bakura, once the most feared man alive, King Of Bloody Thieves for Ra's sake, to where a apron and cook dinner for himself.
And a certain Yami didn't like that at all. In fact, he swore revenge.
the next night
Ryou was getting the supplies out for when he would switch over to Yami Bakura so he can cook dinner. Unaware of the fact that a certain Yami invited another certain Yami over to mess with this little hikari.
The door bell buzzed.
Ryou looked up and had a slightly confused look on his face. "Wonder who that could be?" He set down the pot he was holding and walk over to the door and opened it, "Hello?" The said hikari froze as a figure leaned against his doorway in a VERY tight pair of black pants and a VERY tight and VERY small black belly shirt, both made of leather. Sand blond hair in a messy fashion, dark tanned skin, and crazy red/violet eyes stared back at him. Before Ryou could do anything more then let out a startled "wha-", he was tackled to the ground, arms pinned above his head, and the front door was kicked shut by said Yami on top of him.
Yami Marik smirked down at the confused and frightened hikari below him, oh he was going to enjoy this. "Bakura gave me a message for you. He says he doesn't like to cook." Before Ryou could react, Yami Marik crashed his mouth against the poor hikari's.
later that night
Ryou laid in his bed, sore, and pissed off himself now, and a tanned arm was around his naked waist. He growled in his mind. /Bbbaaakkkkuuurrraaaa.../
Yami Bakura let out a dark chuckle in his host mind. /Never force a alter ego./
-Fin-
