A TwoPair Of Brown Eyes
Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel
Chapter 1:
Prologue
Warning: The reason this is rated PG-13 is because in this, Ryou's a pervert, paranoid, sarcastic, talks to 'himself', has mood swings, and likes to swear mentally. Also- inhumanity to the microwave. XD
Prologue: Not what I seem to be...
Oh my God- He's staring at me! Why is he staring at me?! Me, his weakling, girly hikari...
This is SO fucking weird. He's just standing there, dressed only in jeans , staring at me!! is he going to kill me? Maim me? Or maybe he's going to come over here and pin me to the wall and- Bad! Bad Ryou!
From where I'm standing- looking supremely intelligent, with my mouth hanging open like a fish's- I can see ever little detail of his extremely well sculpted torso. His silver-white hair is all mussed- was he sleeping? Oh- wait. Do I even need to ask? This is Bakura we're talking about! Of COURSE he was sleeping!
"Er- Hi, Bakura. . ."
Way to go, Ryou! What a way to sound like the transcendently witty person I am! I'm sooo smart, can't you tell?
Oh great. He's STILL staring at me! What the hell is your problem, Baka?! Why is he staring at me, anyway? Oh ya!! Now I remember... it might, just possibly, be because I walked into the bathroom, with out knocking- Heaven forbid for that one!- just in time to see him doing up his pants.
If only I had come in earlier...
Naughty Ryou! Bad Ryou! No more dirty thoughts! AAAAAAAARG!!!!!!!!!! I'm such a pervert!!
Ah, well....
Not much I can do about it, eh? Mind you, life would be A HELL OF A LOT easier Bakura didn't read my thoughts periodically! I'd hate to see what he'd do if he found out about me.
You see, not only am I a complete pervert- or hentai, if you prefer- I also have a teensy-weensy tiny-winy little secret.
I, the oh-so MANLY Ryou Bakura, am a girl.
Shocking, ne?
I know exactly what you're doing right now- sitting with your mouth open, wondering how I managed to pull this off for fifteen years! Don't ask- even I have no idea how I pulled it off.
Wither that, or you're being a perve like me and wondering my cup-size- tough luck boys- or gals, I guess- I bind my bosom to look like a guy.
Luckily, Bakura isn't the brightest cookie on the face of this putrid little rock- But really, you'd think he would have noticed after living with me since I was five! Mind you, I think he was busy trying to take over the world. Fun-fun.
"Ryou? Are you okay?" he's looking at me now- Not staring! No!- with a wary, slightly confused look on his face. Heh heh heh... he looks so cute like that!
"Fine! absolutely PEACHY!!" I shout in mock cheerfulness.
"Uhhh..." Oh great, now he's giving me a weird look... I gotta work on my acting skills. "Then why did you walk into the bathroom like that?"
Frankly, I have no fucking clue! None at all! But I have to figure out an answer, or Bakura will maim me terribly in sheer Bakura tradition.
"Umm... Er..." Ra-damn it! Ryou, you're a moron! "I have to- er- um- Use the bathroom!" Lame, but it'll do.
"Oh."
He- he's blushing? I wince mentally. Oh God, Bakura! I didn't mean I was going to use it that way, you freakishly sexy hentai!
What'd you call me?! I swallow at the sound of Bakura's mind growl.
N-nothing, Yami.. I stutter, hoping to hell he won't gut my with a knife from his collection of extremely sharp shiny things...
You called me a hentai, Ryou... Uh-oh. He's glaring at me! Scary-scary look of death! But he does look sexy...
What? Erp- I think he heard me! OH SHIT!
W-what are you t-talking about, B-bakura?
I start laughing nervously, half enveloped in hysterical terror. Alright- on the count of three, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!
Three...
"Ryou..." Bakura growls.
Two...
His eyes narrow dangerously.
One!!
just as I bolt for the stairs, hoping desperately that I'll be able to get to my room and lock the door, I can feel a hand grab the back of my shirt. OHHHH SHIIIIIT......... I'm in for it now.
My feet slide out from beneath me, and a land hard on my ass at Bakura's feet. Above me, looking down smugly, Bakura is smirking at me. My back is against his legs, and he's still holding my shirt.
"Er- Hello..."
"What was that I heard earlier?" He smirking at me again- Evil smirk of DOOM!!!
"YOU'RE A PSYCHOPATH!!! HELP!!! HELP!!! I'M STUCK IN A HOUSE WITH A PSYCHOPATH!!!" I scream, causing Bakura to jump back with surprise. I watch as he claps a hand on his forehead, obviously trying to block out the echoes of my manly yell of triumph. Okaaay... I'm getting the feeling I shouldn't have done that... Bakura is giving me a death glare.
"What the HELL was that for?!" he screams at me, rubbing his temples.
"..." I can't bring myself to answer. Why had I screamed? I could've just come up with some lame excuse! Baka, baka, BAKA Ryou!
Answer the question, Ryou.
Uh- er- Nyerp...
Huh?
I dunno...
Ryou- you're a freak.
My yami is shaking his head, and walking out of the room. Yes! I'm ALIVE!!!
But now I remember why I walked into the bathroom in the first place, so I quickly dodge into the bathroom and locked the door. Turning around, I let my pants fall to my ankles.
I know, I know, wearing panties might not be the smartest move for a girl pretending to be a boy- but hell, they're so comfy!
I pull them down to my knees and sit on the toilet- Bakura always leaves the toilet seat up- and inspect the red blotch n the white fabric of my underwear.
Fuck- My period.
Double fuck- My FIRST period.
Ryou....
Yeah?
I think I killed the microwave.
Triple fuck.