Don't take drugs, kids.
Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh. Or drums. Or Slipknot.
-- My Deteriorating Sanity
"I PUSH MY FINGERS INTO MY EEEEEYES... It's the only thing, that slowly stops the aaaache..."
Ryou wailed the lyrics to Duality by Slipknot as he drummed it masterfully, not missing a single smash of the hi-hat or strike of the bass.
Such rageful music hardly seemed characteristic of Ryou, being the seemingly innocent boy he was.
He couldn't stand it when others thought of him as so delicate, sweet, something that needed to be handled with care.
He felt pathetic, underestimated.
This was why Ryou liked to make himself seem edgy, different, someone to be avoided.
He would rather costant whispers and yelled comments like 'freak' or 'emo kid', than to be coveted and shielded from reality.
With a last scream of "I'm not gonna make it!!", Ryou lowered his drumsticks and made to change the CD, but stopped.
There was... clapping.
"That was good. Very good."
Once the whitenette brought his head up to see who was applauding, he took a sharp intake of breath.
The man congratulating Ryou was almost a mirror image of himself.
"Hey... there are some differences." he thought to himself, in his haze of stupor.
"This man is... taller than me... perhaps more muscular... his hair is wilder... his eyes are redder... he looks more confident."
"Why thank you, but why not speak to me?" the stranger replied, with a smirk.
Ryou squeaked in shock.
How could he tell what he was thinking?
"So you're confused." the man said in a husky tone.
Ryou just stared.
He couldn't speak.
What was there to say?
"Would you like an explanation?" the newcomer offered, with a hint of authority to his voice.
Ryou tried to think rationally,
"There's not much I can do other than accept it. I'm not sure whether to trust him, but..."
He raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat.
"Yes please, but, uh, first of all, what is your name?" he spoke in a polite tone, whilst trying to smile.
The attractive man before Ryou pouted a little.
"You need not know my true name. What you may call me is your yami." he replied.
Ryou blinked, "My dark?".
"Yes, and you are my hikari, my light." this yami said, frankly.
The newly titled hikari shook his head, and smiled the forged smile that he had mastered so many years ago.
"Actually, my name is Ryou Bakura, uh, yami-san."
The yami grinned confidently and brought a finger to Ryous lips, instantly silencing him.
An eternity seemed to pass as Ryou was scrutinized, blushing madly and staring back at the taller man.
"Don't you worry my hikari... I already now most of those details... I think you'll find that we are quite familiar by now..." the dark said, smirking.
Then he reached his hand underneath Ryous chin and kissed him.
Nya, R&R please mah bay-behs!