Nya! It's a long chapter! x3

Bakura: Well dooone...

No need for sarcasm. :pout:

Ryou: Well done, MDS!. :smile:

Hehe... Ryou, could you do me a little favor?. :smirk:

Ryou: O.o;;

It's just the disclaimer, nothing to worry about!

Ryou: Oh, okay.

Just read this paper.

Ryou:clears throat: MDS does not own me... Bakura... owns me? And I want him to... uh... should I really say this??

We all wanna hear it. :D

Ryou: And I... want him to... do something without any, um, mercy.

:Squee:. Kyaaa! x3

Bakura:. :Slaps head: Fucking hell...

Ryou rubbed his sleepy eyes and stretched.

He had just woken from a deep and dreamless slumber, and captured the last few seconds of simplicity.

For cruel consciousness was soon to spoil the sensation.

He dragged up his vision, his brain following a few seconds behind.

Then it dawned on him.

How had he arrived in his bed?

Why had he been asleep?

For how long had he been asleep?

"Hey."

The eyes that met with Ryous were russet and dark.

Dark.

It was then that Ryou remembered.

He scowled at his yami.

"How long have I been asleep?" he snapped, angrily but somewhat hesitant.

The now familiar figure inhaled deeply and gave him a sideways glance.

"About three days. You were unconscious."

Ryou furrowed his eyebrows and scrunched his cotton locks as he tried to apprehend.

"That's right..." he thought, "This man appeared in the garage while I was drumming... then he disappeared and reappeared... then I fainted."

He started to rub his temples, "I'm crazy. I knew it would happen eventually. I've wasted Sunday and two days of school, because I was unconscious, because I've been hallucinating.

"Wait... how did I get to my bed if I was unconscious?" He wondered.

"I took you up here." his dark casually replied to this thought, as he scraped back his wild, snowy hair.

Ryou shook his head, "How could you do that? You're just a hallucination."

The yami raised his eyebrows and flashed that smirk again, "Now hikari, that's not very nice to say. I'm far beyond imagination."

Ryou sighed. He wasn't angry so much as exasperated.

He had grown tired of being mistrusting, what he needed was answers.

"Then what are you, yami-sama?"

He brought his hand to his mouth in mild shock. He had no idea where that 'sama' had come from.

His yami grinned, "Well, it might surprise you since I look so young, handsome, sexy, all that stuff - but basically I'm actually roughly... three thousand years old? Yeah, about that, and I'm not exactly, y'know, alive."

Ryou shook his head again in disbelief, "God, I am crazy." he thought.

"Continue?"

"I'm a spirit from Egypt. From that ring you wear."

Ryou impulsively fumbled underneath his plain black T-shirt, and unearthed a gold, heavily decorated ring.

It had been a present from his Dad last March.

When he had first received it he was furious.

The card that had come with it read:

'Dear Ryou,

I'm terribly sorry I can't be with you for your 15th, but I hope this present will make amends.

I found this ring in a market in Gilf Kebir a month ago, the stall owner said that it held great power.

I know that you like the supernatural, so I thought you might like it it.

Once again I'm sorry that I can't see you, but I hope you have a good time with your friends.

I've enclosed another cheque for housekeeping, just call if you need more.

Seta.'

If Ryous Dad was ever there for him, he would know that Ryou had no friends to have a 'good time' with.

Ryou had spent his birthday alone, like did every other day.

So he had refused to wear the ring, and threw it into the corner of the garage, in an attempt to break it.

However, he slowly grew attached to it.

At first he would wear it for about five minutes at a time, then he would wear it when he was drumming, then he started wearing it under his school uniform.

But this... this was a surprise.

There was a three thousand year old spirit in the ring?

"I am why you grew attached to the ring. You grew attached to me." The spirit of the ring stated, once again effortlessly reading Ryous thoughts.

Ryou had to admit, he wouldn't find it too difficult to grow attached to someone that gorgeous...

He then remembered that his thoughts were probably being read, and flushed a deep pink.

"...So how do you know what I am thinking?" Ryou asked the spirit, avoiding his eyes.

His yami paced towards him and sat down in front of him with grace, his piercing, cinnamon red gaze not once leaving Ryous.

"Because I am your yami. I am now a part of you, hikari. Yadonushi."

Ryou bit the corner of his lip and averted his eyes floor-wards.

"Uh... okay yami-san. I haven't eaten in three days, so I think I'll get some breakfast now." Ryou said, and plastered on his faux-smile.

His yami furrowed his eyebrows, "Okay... but since I'm you... what would you like to call me?"

Ryou blinked, this question seeming almost normal now, "I suppose... well calling you Ryou Two would just be weird... my last name's Bakura, how does that sound?"

"Bakura..." the darker one said in his low, distinctive voice... "I like it."

Ryou blushed a little and smiled, half genuinely this time.

"Okay Bakura. Well, I'm getting some breakfast now, I'll be back in a bit."

And as Ryou darted out of the door following this strange, strange conversation, he had no intention of eating, even after three days.

He grasped his drumsticks, shrugged on a black and green hoodie and made his way to the garage.

Please R&R, for the sake of Ryou and Bakura's luurrve!

Ryou and Kura:. :Rolls eyes: