Chapter 1 : No explode pillow thing
There was a soft thump from the next room and an "oof!" as Yami Bakura fell out of bed. Bakura sat up, beginning to wonder if this continual falling-out-of-bed act was beginning to affect his Yami's health. Five minutes later, he went into his other's room.
Yami Bakura was lying half-covered in duvet on the floor, surrounded by white fluffy feathers.
"Woah." Bakura said. There was a long, long pause. Yami Bakura seemed to have fallen asleep again. "Did your pillow explode or something?" Yami Bakura mumbled, and opened his eyes. He stirred, moving the mysterious feathers.
"No explode… Pillow thing mrffl," He said. Yami Bakura wasn't a morning person. He sat up slowly. The feathers followed him, arranging themselves so that -
"Hey, they almost look like wings!" Bakura said. Yami Bakura turned round a bit. Again, the feathers followed him.
"Wings mrlffg," Yami Bakura said. If he'd been a little more awake, he might have been surprised. Two large, fluffy angelic wings were protruding out of his back, lazily curling around him.
…
Bakura sipped his sugary tea in silence. Opposite him, mournfully resting his head on the table, was his Yami. Thankfully, it was Saturday, so the Bakurae would have no school, but Yugi and his friends would be coming over later… These new wings might be hard to explain. Whyever they were there, they were making Yami Bakura act very un-Yami Bakuraish. The shock was understandable, reasoned Bakura, but he'd at least expected the resident spirit to at least try to rip them off or something.
"Maybe you can fly with them," Bakura tried, but the thief shook his head.
"They're just poufy feathers" he replied. There was a pause, and Bakura sipped his tea some more. "They ripped my pyjamas," Yami Bakura said. And then - "my top's about to fall off,"
Bakura didn't really know what to say.
"Um… You should get dressed?" He finally managed to muster. Yami Bakura nodded helplessly and moped over to his bedroom.
A few minutes later, he came back out - only half dressed, however.
"I can't get any of my tops on," He said expectantly, as if Bakura should have been able to do something about it.
"You'll have to cut holes in some of them then," The teen said, draining the last of his tea and placing the mug back in front of the kettle. Yami Bakura contemplated.
"I don't want to."
"I'm not letting you walk around topless," Bakura defended. "Especially since the others are coming round."
Again, Yami Bakura contemplated. Then, he thrust his left arm out to the side and began invoking the powers of his ring. As the room darkened, his hair slowly began to float, lifting up dramatically.
"You have to be holding a burning saucepan to do the Howl impression properly," Bakura scalded. Yami Bakura swore as the room returned to lightness. Bakura had broken his concentration now.
"Well," he began, "That can easily be arranged," An evil grin spread across his face as he moved towards the saucepans, innocently hanging from their hooks on the wall. Bakura groaned and dragged the pyromaniac away from the kitchen into his room. The Omote started picking t-shirts out of Yami Bakura's wardrobe.
"How about this one?" He asked, holding up a black t-shirt. It had loads of blood-red dye splattered over it. "I've not seen you wear it much," Yami Bakura had no choice but to comply. "Right, I'll go and cut the holes, you can tidy up these t-shirts for me."
"I want to cut the holes,"
"Tough," Bakura replied, walking out with the t-shirt. "Even I know what'd happen if I let you near the scissors." Since Yami Bakura had gained his own body, Bakura had been forced to keep all his sharp, pointy objects (cheese slice included) in a locked drawer.
…
Yami Bakura came into the Kitchen very quietly, hoping Bakura wouldn't notice him. The thief stalked over to where Bakura was working. The mortal had done a very good job of cutting holes, Yami Bakura thought. Not only had Bakura cut the fabric perfectly, he was currently hemming them too. He didn't seem to have noticed his alter ego.
Yami Bakura quickly calculated his actions. The shiney scissors were right next to his oblivious host. A deft swipe, and -
"Aah!" Bakura half-yelled in shock as Yami Bakura threw himself onto the scissors, rolled along and off the table and then held the pointy thing up in triumph.
A five minute chase ensued as Yami Bakura attempted to defend himself from an angry Bakura.
Bakura finally tackled his Yami to the ground and was tugging on the scissors, whilst attempting to avoid the (still) topless thief's kicks and punches.
Then the doorbell rang.
Wow, wasn't that interesting?
BTW, the reason why this fic is called freefall is because I'm making it all up as I go along, just to see what happens. O.0