Ryou Bakura was sitting alone on a bench at the local park.

If he had a more sentimental mind, he'd quote poetry.

The park was virtually empty. But then again, it always was. Nobody who had friends hung out at the old park. Not to say Ryou didn't have friends, he just wasn't all that close to them.

Ryou went to the park whenever he was bored. Or if he just needed a change of scenery, maybe even to study. This was one of the studying times. Right now Ryou was going over the vocabulary for his Spanish quiz in his head.

The problem with vocabulary is that Ryou tended to focus less on the actual words and their meanings. His attention was always captured by the accent and speech patterns. The words were like an art form. The simple little things like the rolling of R's or the places letters changed their sound to one uncommon in the English language fascinated him.

In retrospect, it would probably be better to actually know the words he was supposed to be saying, but it was just much more fun to mimic the accent. His teacher has even said that Ryou's accent could pass for native, if only he would say... well, the right words.

'Okay, so a way to greet somebody is... uh encantado, me llamo Ryou' oh yes, must be polite. ¿Y tu?' He closed his eyes in concentration and continued to think of the simple conversation with himself. Just a tad worried he has spent a few months in that class, yet couldn't remember what encantado meant. That is the reason for the current studying.

'Perhaps I just need to take my teacher's advice and associate it with something?' Ryou thought almost half desperately. It may not sound like that big of a deal, but when somebody starts a conversation with words you don't know, that conversation does not have much potential.

Ryou sighed in defeat. 'Doubt I'll be remembering that anytime soon.'. Ryou opened his eyes and saw a boy standing over him. Ryou jumped from the shock of seeing a stranger so close to him and Ryou's forehead connected with the stranger's chin. Needless to say, Ryou had a hard head and both him and the stranger were sent sprawling to the ground with Ryou clutching his head and the stranger his chin.

Ryou's POV (Point Of View)

Ow.

I hadn't meant to do that really. But, Ow.

Really, it's a normal reaction! Ow. When some guy is standing over you like a creeper, normal people tend to be weirded out. Now that I'm actually looking at him and I get a closer look at him I see that he looks... like me. Whoa, weird.

Still hurts, though.

"What're you staring at?" The lookalike asked harshly. Heh, I wonder if this is what I'd be like if I were a jerk.

"Uh, lo siento por eso." I apologize. Or at least I think I did. Like I said before, vocabulary and I aren't the best of buddies. Also I would like to point out that I have a really angry scary dude right in from of me and he isn't the happiest at the moment.

I don't even know what I was thinking. Oh yeah, that's right. I wasn't. I meant to say something in English... but hey, maybe if he thinks we don't speak the same language he'll leave me alone. It's a long shot but it might happen.

Maybe.

"Don't you speak English?" He sneered in a mocking tone.

Geez, is this guy so snarky all the time? I wonder if he so angry all the time because he annoys himself.

No Ryou! This is definetly not the time to have witty commentary in my head. Focus on the angry guy in front of you.

Eh, that thought doesn't make me want to talk to him.

"No hable ingles. Como te llamas?" I stuck out my hand quickly for him to shake. It looked pretty awkward, even to me.

The guy blinked as he looked down at my hand. "...You asked my name right? ...It's Bakura." Bakura seemed partially apologetic and somewhat reluctant to apologize. I get the feeling he doesn't apologize often. This just might be a historical moment. I resist the urge to look at my watch to document the time it happened.

Bakura slowly reached out and shook my hand.

Bakura's POV

Man that kid has a hard head! I was just looking at him when he freaks out and smashed his head into my chin.

And no, I was not being a creeper. I had just decided to take an oh so innocent stroll through the park when I see this kid who looks just like me. Maybe that's an exaggeration. He looked a lot more... a lot younger than me. Less... threatening in a way. Maybe it was just that his hair was actually what some people would call decent.

But do you know how much trouble I go through in the morning to make my hair look this awesome?

So anyways, like I saying, I'm just walking through the park and I see this kid who looks like me sitting on a bench with his eyes closed. Any normal person would be curious. Not that I'm normal. Please. You can't lump somebody as cool as me with all the losers out there.

I noticed him staring at me. "What are you staring at?" I asked harshly.

"Um lo siento por eso." What?

"Don't you speak English?" I swear if this kid's playing some kind of joke on me-

"No hable ingles. Como te llamas?" He asked and stuck out his hand very awkwardly for me to shake. Maybe it isn't an act, he sounds pretty... whatever you'd call it. Real? Foreign? Is that a good word to describe it? Whatever. I think that means something about my name... is he asking my name?

"You asked me my name right?...It's Bakura." I'm kinda wary right now, but I guess he might be the real thing. I shook his hand. There's really no reason not to, I mean, who can he tell the The Bakura was actually civil? From his uniform I can tell he doesn't even go to my school. Plus it gets tiring being a jerk to losers. You think being as cool as I am doesn't take just a little effort?

In fact, I feel a little guilty. Not that I'd ever say that out loud. But I was a bit harsh to the kid when he probably gets picked on a lot. He is slightly feminine and he just comes off as quiet and shy. Pair that with the white hair and his small build making him the kind of kid bullies dream of getting the chance to torment.

Speaking of which, his appearance makes me want to punch him, just a little.

The kid, he said his name was Ryou or something right? Is that even a Mexican name? Well anyways, Ryou stood up and offered me a hand. I didn't accept it. I mean, I have an ego to maintain.

Ryou dusted himself off and looked at me in a nervous way, yet he seemed slightly... not nervous? I don't know, I can't explain it.

Whatever.

Methinks it's time to go. I shot him my trademark smirk, yeah that's right, trademark. Stuck a hand in my pocket and raised my other in farewell as I strolled away.

"See ya kid." Man, I bet, no, I know I look so cool right now.

Ryou's POV

Bakura walked away in that too-cool-to-care way he seemed to have waaay to much practice doing. A small part of me me hoped I might see him again, it was the most entertaining first meeting I'd ever had. While another part, the more rational part, said I was lucky to get out of that without getting beaten up.

A huge smile crept onto my face when I realized Bakura actually did believe that I was Hispanic. I mean, if I'm albino then I really could be, My hair would be white and my skin would be pale regardless of my nationality.

I couldn't stop the laughter as the thought of that too-cool-to care bad boy fell for my trick! Bakura doesn't seem like a person whose very bright anyways. Plus his hair looks ridiculous. I mean, it looks like he has bat wings on his head. Bat wings or bunny ears.

Oh Ryou, you're so witty.

TBC

Translations

encantado- Pleased to meet you

Me llamo- My name is...

¿Y tu?- And you?

lo siento por eso.- Sorry about that.

No hable ingles- I don't speak English

¿Como te llamas?- What is your name?