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Disclaimer: I do not own Ryou or Bakura. However, I do own Baka! :D
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Baka
Bakura was bored. He drummed his fingers loudly on top of the kitchen table. Ba-rum, ba-rum, ba-rum..... the noise went on and on. Tick tock, tick tock sounded the clock, but otherwise the apartment was silent.
*Too silent,* thought Bakura. Ever since Ryou had gone off to visit his family in England a week ago, the tomb raider's life had became a little on the dull side.
It was nice that he could get away from Ryou and have his own thoughts, due to the spell he had discovered and performed a week ago that let them have separate bodies. Still........ Bakura sighed. He missed the idiot. At least he was someone to talk to.
Bakura suddenly stood up, the chair whining a sound of protest. He couldn't stand this anymore. He was going out.
***
After locking the door behind him, Bakura strode down the hallway and into the small elevator. A woman with a wailng baby was also contained in it. By the time the slow elevator had made it's way down seven floors, Bakura's left eye was twitching. His hands clenched and unclenched around the spot where his Millenium Ring would be.
Ryou had taken it from him as a 'safety measure', as he called it. Ra knows why.
Bakura walked into the lobby and out the set of revolving doors. A sadistic smile was allowed to appear on his face as he remembered the first time he had to figure out how to get through them.
After he was through with them, the landlord had to buy a whole NEW set of revolving doors.
The yami began walking along the sidewalk, having no real idea of where he was going, but wanting to do anything besides be bored.
Eventually, Bakura came to a park. Children were playing, mothers talking and laughing, and birds singing in every tree. It was too damn perfect! His fingers itched to feel the smooth gold of his Ring in order to cause chaos and destruction.
He sighed heavily. Well, no one could have everything, could they? He sat down on a bench to mentally complain to himself and make a list of everything that had gone wrong.
That's when Bakura noticed the puppy.
***
It was a cute little thing, with long floppy ears and a long muzzle. It was crouching under the bench next to the one Bakura was occupying.
Because he was bored, Bakura decided to call it, just for the hell of it.
"Come." He ordered.
The puppy looked up at him in curiosity.
"Come here." Bakura demanded once more.
It gave a short and resounding bark before approaching him, tail wagging slowly in anticipation.
"Come damnit!" The tomb raider tried once more and held out a hand.
The puppy's wet and cold nose thrust itself onto his palm.
"Shit!" Bakura hastily withdrew his hand and wiped it hurridly on his jeans. "That is so gross," he told the puppy, and it seemed to smile at him, saying Yes, I know I'm gross.
"What gender are you, anyway?" Bakura asked, completely oblivious to the strange looks he was receiving from passerbys.
The puppy started to sniff the ground and Bakura took the opportunity to lift one leg and peer underneath it.
"A girl, huh?" he remarked and looked around. Where was this dog's owner? No one else was around for a good hundred yards now.
"Where's your master?" Bakura inquired. The puppy gave him a sad look. "Ah, ran away did you?" the yami nodded knowingly.
He suddenly realized the sky was getting dark with evening. Fire flies were beginning to emerge, twinkling lights in the dark green grass of summer.
"Well, pup, nice meeting you," said Bakura, standing up. "See you around." Leaving the puppy, who was still sniffing, he started home.
***
Halfway to his aibou's apartment, Bakura realized someone was following him. He let them trail him until he reached a streetlight. Then he whirled around to face the stalker.
"Come on out." Bakura called confidently.
Cricket, cricket.
"Reveal yourself!" stated an impatient Bakura.
The puppy stepped out into the bright ring of light and barked, wagging her tail in recognition.
"What the hell are you doing here?!?" he asked incredulously. She simply trotted over and sat on his shoe in reply.
"Get off my damn shoe, I'm going home," Bakura told her. The puppy didn't move. "Stupid baka....... hey, Baka. That's a good name for you."
Baka wagged her tail. She seemed to be fond of that, the tomb raider noted.
"Really. Get off my foot and go home." Bakura shifted his weight to the other foot, yawning. He was so tired that his eyes were beginning to close with no prompt from him.
"Grrrrrrrr...." Bakura growled. Baka just stared up at him with big, innocent eyes. *You could go into a damn staring contest with Ryou or Yugi. You all have the same puppy eyes - no pun intended.* thought Bakura.
"Ok, fine. You get a lift back to the apartment building." He finally snapped and picked her up, holding her gingerly away from his body. Baka squirmed and bleated like a sheep caught by a wolf in the awkward position he was holding her in.
She whimpered and howled so uncessantly that Bakura gave in and held her in the crook of his arm. The puppy immediately quieted so that the tomb raider thought she had went to sleep.
He began to gently place her on the ground and was rewarded with a nip on his hand.
"F*ck!" he cursed, glaring at Baka. She wagged her tail, yawned, and curled up in his arms again.
oos: I hope you liked it! Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ryou or Bakura. However, I do own Baka! :D
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Baka
Bakura was bored. He drummed his fingers loudly on top of the kitchen table. Ba-rum, ba-rum, ba-rum..... the noise went on and on. Tick tock, tick tock sounded the clock, but otherwise the apartment was silent.
*Too silent,* thought Bakura. Ever since Ryou had gone off to visit his family in England a week ago, the tomb raider's life had became a little on the dull side.
It was nice that he could get away from Ryou and have his own thoughts, due to the spell he had discovered and performed a week ago that let them have separate bodies. Still........ Bakura sighed. He missed the idiot. At least he was someone to talk to.
Bakura suddenly stood up, the chair whining a sound of protest. He couldn't stand this anymore. He was going out.
***
After locking the door behind him, Bakura strode down the hallway and into the small elevator. A woman with a wailng baby was also contained in it. By the time the slow elevator had made it's way down seven floors, Bakura's left eye was twitching. His hands clenched and unclenched around the spot where his Millenium Ring would be.
Ryou had taken it from him as a 'safety measure', as he called it. Ra knows why.
Bakura walked into the lobby and out the set of revolving doors. A sadistic smile was allowed to appear on his face as he remembered the first time he had to figure out how to get through them.
After he was through with them, the landlord had to buy a whole NEW set of revolving doors.
The yami began walking along the sidewalk, having no real idea of where he was going, but wanting to do anything besides be bored.
Eventually, Bakura came to a park. Children were playing, mothers talking and laughing, and birds singing in every tree. It was too damn perfect! His fingers itched to feel the smooth gold of his Ring in order to cause chaos and destruction.
He sighed heavily. Well, no one could have everything, could they? He sat down on a bench to mentally complain to himself and make a list of everything that had gone wrong.
That's when Bakura noticed the puppy.
***
It was a cute little thing, with long floppy ears and a long muzzle. It was crouching under the bench next to the one Bakura was occupying.
Because he was bored, Bakura decided to call it, just for the hell of it.
"Come." He ordered.
The puppy looked up at him in curiosity.
"Come here." Bakura demanded once more.
It gave a short and resounding bark before approaching him, tail wagging slowly in anticipation.
"Come damnit!" The tomb raider tried once more and held out a hand.
The puppy's wet and cold nose thrust itself onto his palm.
"Shit!" Bakura hastily withdrew his hand and wiped it hurridly on his jeans. "That is so gross," he told the puppy, and it seemed to smile at him, saying Yes, I know I'm gross.
"What gender are you, anyway?" Bakura asked, completely oblivious to the strange looks he was receiving from passerbys.
The puppy started to sniff the ground and Bakura took the opportunity to lift one leg and peer underneath it.
"A girl, huh?" he remarked and looked around. Where was this dog's owner? No one else was around for a good hundred yards now.
"Where's your master?" Bakura inquired. The puppy gave him a sad look. "Ah, ran away did you?" the yami nodded knowingly.
He suddenly realized the sky was getting dark with evening. Fire flies were beginning to emerge, twinkling lights in the dark green grass of summer.
"Well, pup, nice meeting you," said Bakura, standing up. "See you around." Leaving the puppy, who was still sniffing, he started home.
***
Halfway to his aibou's apartment, Bakura realized someone was following him. He let them trail him until he reached a streetlight. Then he whirled around to face the stalker.
"Come on out." Bakura called confidently.
Cricket, cricket.
"Reveal yourself!" stated an impatient Bakura.
The puppy stepped out into the bright ring of light and barked, wagging her tail in recognition.
"What the hell are you doing here?!?" he asked incredulously. She simply trotted over and sat on his shoe in reply.
"Get off my damn shoe, I'm going home," Bakura told her. The puppy didn't move. "Stupid baka....... hey, Baka. That's a good name for you."
Baka wagged her tail. She seemed to be fond of that, the tomb raider noted.
"Really. Get off my foot and go home." Bakura shifted his weight to the other foot, yawning. He was so tired that his eyes were beginning to close with no prompt from him.
"Grrrrrrrr...." Bakura growled. Baka just stared up at him with big, innocent eyes. *You could go into a damn staring contest with Ryou or Yugi. You all have the same puppy eyes - no pun intended.* thought Bakura.
"Ok, fine. You get a lift back to the apartment building." He finally snapped and picked her up, holding her gingerly away from his body. Baka squirmed and bleated like a sheep caught by a wolf in the awkward position he was holding her in.
She whimpered and howled so uncessantly that Bakura gave in and held her in the crook of his arm. The puppy immediately quieted so that the tomb raider thought she had went to sleep.
He began to gently place her on the ground and was rewarded with a nip on his hand.
"F*ck!" he cursed, glaring at Baka. She wagged her tail, yawned, and curled up in his arms again.
oos: I hope you liked it! Please read and review!