Disclaimer: I don't own YGO, and I don't own the ideas I borrowed from Reaper.

Posted: 10/16/07

AN: Sort of a crossover, except no characters from reaper, other then the Devil. Loosely based of the new TV show Reaper.

AN: Malik is the hikari

Ryou The Reaper

By Fired Icicle

Chapter Four: For A Woman

"Explain." Bakura said as he stabbed the sword into the floor.

"What's there to explain? The Devil gives me a hideous sword, which of course ends up in the hands of two idiots who blow hole in my wall." Ryou said unhappily pointing at the hole. "Now I have to go by a tarp or something because can't afford to have it repaired. Again."

"Later, explain." Bakura repeated. "Now."

Ryou glared at Bakura.

"I think he wants to know why the Devil gave you that sword." Malik cut in.

"I know! I'm trying to avoid the subject, since lying won't work."

"If you tell me, Malik will get you a free tarp to cover the hole." Bakura said.

"Hey!" Malik said. "Stop trying to use me to get what you want."

"Shut up." Bakura said. "Ryou, just like earlier, you going to tell us eventually, so stop being stubborn."

"No." Ryou knew he was going to give in again, but he wouldn't do it without make Bakura and Malik wait. "It's embarrassing."

"How much more embarrassing could it be?" Malik questioned. "I mean, you already got pink sword that shoots rainbows."

"Why do you guys even need to know? There are more pressing issues at hand. Like my wall, Malik getting back to school, and whatever destructive things Bakura does when I'm not watching."

Malik and Bakura continued to look at Ryou expectantly.

"Fine, but lets talk in a different room. I'm getting cold and creepy Mr. Yamashita now has a bigger hole watch me through."

"We won. We won. We won." Bakura and Malik chanted as they skipped to the living room. "Ryou's gonna tell us."

"I hate you two." Ryou muttered as he sat down on the couch. Malik and Bakura sat down on either side of him.

"I'm waiting." Bakura grinned. Ryou glared.

"It started well before I was born, when my father was rebelling against society. Which he is still technically doing. Anyway, there was this girl that he found very attractive."

"And what does this have to do with the Devil?"

"Errr." Ryou growled. "Patience or I'm going to go do something about that hole right now and tell you later."

"Continue."

"He was studying to be an archeologist at the time, and as everyone knows, no girl want's to go out with a wannabe scientist. To put it shortly he sold his future first born son's soul to the Devil to get a new car to impress her. He asked her out and she said yes. Though, she dumped him a week later."

"Your father sold your soul to the Devil for a car." Bakura said in disbelief.

"To impress a woman." Malik continued also in disbelief.

"Who dumped him a week later." Ryou finished.

"That's doesn't seem fair." Malik said. "Whatever happened to free will?"

Ryou shrugged. "Don't know."

"What does this have to do with your revolting sword?" Bakura asked.

"Oh that. Since the Devil owns my soul he can make me do what ever he wants me to and he says I'm supposed to be his bounty hunter for escaped criminal from Hell. That sword's my help."

Bakura and Malik remained silent. Then looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Ryou asked annoyed.

"The D-devil wants you t-to be h-his b-bounty hunter." Malik laughed, having difficulties speaking. "That's one of the f-funniest things I have e-ever heard."

"That explains the sword." Bakura laughed. "Even he thinks this is a joke."

"It's not funny." Ryou glared. "I have to be a bounty hunter. Me."

"That's why it's so funny." Malik said between laughs. "You can't even hurt a fly."

"Stop laughing."

They continued laughing.

"I really hate you two."

It took several minutes for them to stop laughing.

"So what's the Devil look like? Does he have horns?" Bakura asked.

"He looks like a business man. He even wears a suit. And you two believe me? Just like that?" Ryou asked surprised. He had expected some disbelief.

"It's not that hard too." Malik said. "After all we already know that magic exists."

"And, unless you're delusional and think you're telling the truth, you're not lying." Bakura informed.

"So have you had to bounty hunt anyone yet?" Malik asked.

"No, this morning was the first time I'd seen the Devil since I came to Japan." Ryou sighed. "He did tell me that my first mission as his bounty hunter would be to catch a murder that just escaped from hell."

"Cool." Bakura said.

"It's not cool." Ryou said unhappily. "I could be killed. I have to somehow catch a murderer who managed to get out of Hell. I don't know anything. I have no way of finding the murderer. And all I have is that repulsive pink sword."

"It could have been worse." Malik stated.

"How?" Ryou asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well," Bakura began." You could have not had us to help you."

"No way." Ryou stated determinedly. "You two are not going to help me."

"Why not." Malik asked with a fake hurt look on his face..

"Why do you think why not?"

"Because you're stupid." Malik said. "Bakura, let's go to meet up with Marik. Then we can start looking for this evil murderer."

"I said no." Ryou growled stubbornly.

"Good idea. Hikari go get the sword." Bakura smirked. "Let's go catch an evil spirit."

Malik and Bakura headed out of the room and walked through the hole.

"Why is it that I'm always ignored," Ryou muttered to himself as he went to fetch the sword. "And isn't Bakura technically an evil spirit."

Guess where Marik is?