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Title: Why is My Yami Evil?
Author: Alaena_Flame
Genre: Humor
Rating: G
Character: Ryou Bakura
Summary: A 'normal' day out of Ryou Bakura's life, and the speculations that inevitably come with it.
Ff.net format: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2654869/1/
LJ format:
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Why is My Yami Evil?
It had been like any other day in his life-which was to say it had been very unusual and highly eventful. Still…he was used to it. After all, adjusting to the circumstances and learning to ignore the many strange and-to most people-unbelievable things that happened in practically every day of his life was the only way Ryou Bakura felt that he could actually survive without going crazy.
And they certainly did NOT need another one of those around.
Then again, having the friends he did, it would have been far more surprising if he had a day that passed without something out of the ordinary occurring-if one could still define uneventful days as ordinary when it was the eventful ones that held the majority.
Thus it was that he didn’t so much as blink when a creature with large, bat-like wings landed in the midst of his friends while they were in the park. And he only sighed when what looked like a duplicate of his white haired self, his manical blond friend, and a scowling version of his spiky haired friend disappeared into a dome of swirling, purple and black light. All these things were normal-a fact that was admittedly a bit disturbing in itself. Still…it was only to be expected.
Granted, that didn’t mean he wasn’t happy to move to Yugi’s grandpa’s gameshop, effectively ending the shadow realm confrontation so that they could duel without the…benefits…of the shadow games.
“I’ll activate Scapegoat!” a loud, blond boy shouted triumphantly as he flipped the magic card. “And that blocks your attack! Oh yeah, Joey Wheeler scores!”
“I’ll activate Magic Jammer” Ryou replied calmly. “That means that by discarding one card from my hand I can counter your magic card.”
“Say what?! No! My life points!” Joey jumped up, pulling at his hair in frustration.
The others all laughed at his dramatics. It was really quite amusing how he could be all confident one moment and pulling his hair out the next without any real transition in-between.
“Still, you played well, Joey,” the small, spiky haired teen assured his friend, though he was visibly suppressing a laugh.
“Well, obviously,” Tristen laughed, “he can’t really play any better.”
“What?!”
“Tristen,” Tea sighed, shaking her head in exasperation.
“Why you, take that back!” Joey continued to yell at his black haired friend, brandishing his fists for emphasis. “I was a finalist in both Duelist Kingdom AND Battle City! Can you say that?’
“I don’t need to,” Tristen grumbled, crossing his arms. “It’s just a stupid card game anyway.”
“You do realize you just insulted over half the people in this room, right?” Malik inquired, arching one pale eyebrow.
“And it’s not just a game,” a second boy with tri-colored hair appeared beside Yugi, looking like his slightly taller and fiercer duplicate, “you should never forget that.”
Ryou shook his head in bemusement and leaned back comfortably in his chair. Years ago, back before he had moved to Domino, he would have never thought that he would be sitting in a room and playing fames with such a…strange, set of friends. But he was, and he was glad of the fact. Even having his yami around didn’t seem quite so frightening or horrifying a thought anymore.
Speaking of which…where was his yami? Bakura had been awfully quiet…
Frowning slightly, he reached out with his mind through the link he shared with his darker half, (Bakura?)
There was a long moment of silence before he finally received an irritated answer, ((What?))
(Where are you?)
There was a pause before his yami snapped, ((Somewhere.))
(…very explanatory…)
((Yeah? Well, live with it.))
(We have to go soon.)
((Too bad. Just go yourself. I’ll catch up later,)) with that, Bakura cut the link, leaving Ryou with the sudden, forbidding feeling that the peaceful evening was not going to last.
He never said life these days didn’t have their unpleasant points-that would be impossible with the kind of people, and spirits, he had elected to spend his time with… But he really had to get home and make sure the soup he had put on to simmer hadn’t burned…
Maybe it wouldn’t be anything too bad…he hoped…unrealistically…
x-X-x
Wiping his hands on a towel, Ryou cast an eye over the kitchen to make sure everything was where it should be before picking up the tray he had fixed for himself and moving in the direction of the living room. He had considered fixing something for his yami, but seeing as sprits didn’t need to eat-not to mention his particular yami’s tastes were a bit strange-he had elected not to do so. Either way, he had had a relatively relaxing evening cooking. It was one of his favorite tasks because it was generally the most uneventful time of his day-a fact that had held true today as well.
Setting the tray down on the living room table, he picked up a glass of water and turned reached for the remote with his other hand. Turning on the TV, he flipped to the news channel-and froze.
There, staring at him from the television screen, was the Turtle Game Shop-and there was smoke pouring from its windows and door. A fire engine was parked outside it and sirens were railing from the speakers as the reporter talked excitedly about a sudden fire alarm which had gone off only minutes ago. No one knew exactly how the fire had started, or why there was so much smoke all of the sudden-though they suspected it had been trapped inside the shop until someone noticed-and the authorities were all trying to figure out what had happened while speculating on whether or not the fire would erupt soon and set the neighboring houses ablaze.
But to Ryou it didn’t feel like a mystery. Oh no…it wreaked of a certain tomb robber’s handiwork. All he could do was sit there like a statue, eyes wide and glued to the screen.
The doorbell rang.
It had to be Bakura.
He was so not letting him in…
The front door swung open and the Egyptian tomb robber strolled into the living room, whistling to himself as he pocketed his lock pick. It wasn’t that he didn’t have a key, it was just that things were boring when you had keys. Pausing behind the sofa, he glanced at the box of pictures and his hikari’s attempt at being a statue-and promptly burst out laughing.
Shooting to his feet, Ryou spilled his water as he shoved the glass back on the table and dashed for the coat rack. Seizing his jacket he swung it over his shoulders, stuffed his feet into his shoes, and ran out the door without a backward glance.
Still chuckling, Bakura turned to jog after his hikari, pulling the front door shut behind them and making sure it was locked-just because he was a thief didn’t mean he wanted to be robbed, “What’s the hurry?”
Ryou shot him a disgruntled glare as his feet pounded down the sidewalk, “You know perfectly well what the hurry is.”
Yawning, the thief caught up to his hikari and disappeared in a flash of golden light, ((Well, it’s your due if you want to go running off.))
Ignoring his yami’s smug tones, Ryou skidded to a stop outside of the game shop just before he ran into Yugi’s diminutive figure. The short teen’s grandfather was running around nearby, pulling at his bandana in a panicked frenzy.
“Y-Yugi,” Ryou panted, bending over slightly as he tried to catch his breath, “is-is any-anything-damaged?”
The shorter teen scowled and Ryou realized it was Yami, “No. The fire was set and contained under the smoke detector.”
Sighing in relief, Ryou straightened, “That’s good to hear… I’m…really sorry about that.”
Yami shook his head, crossing his arms, clearly clinging to his temper with tenuous threads, “Nothing was hurt. It’s not your fault that that tomb robber and Ishtar are such evil, amoral creatures.”
“A-ah…” shifting his weight nervously, Ryou glanced around at the firefighters moving all around the shop. He caught sight of the actual Yugi trying to calm his grandfather down. It didn’t look like an easy task…
“You should go,” Yami told him abruptly, frowning slightly, “unless you want to get questioned by the police. I believe someone might have seen the tomb robber leaving here earlier.”
“Oh…um…well…bye then…” turning uncertainly, Ryou headed back towards home with slow steps. So maybe it was a false alarm and his yami hadn’t actually set fire to the game shop. But still…
(Bakura! What were you two thinking?!)
((What? We didn’t burn anything important.))
(That is NOT a good excuse! What do you think would have happened if the shop or the merchandise had actually caught fire?!)
((But it didn’t.))
(Yami is so going to kill you!)
((He can’t,)) Bakura pointed out smugly, ((I’m already dead.))
(You know that’s not what I meant! He’s gong to send you to the shadow realm if he sees you anytime in the near future! And I can’t even say you wouldn’t deserve it!)
((Pah, I’d like to see him try.))
Ryou sighed, (You really should apologize. And there’s no ‘try’ about it…)
((Are you implying that I am weaker than the pharaoh?)) Bakura asked incredulously.
(No, just careless…and amoral…and you know no one ever wins against Yami… It’s not like you’ve never tried, remember?)
((Hmph.))
Ryou shook his head slowly. He really had to wonder sometimes why his yami had be so…so…so…well, evil, to put it simply-though the term didn’t quite cover it all really.
((That’s because I’m supposed to be your opposite,)) Bakura snickered, ((I have the right to be evil.))
(Yami’s Yugi’s ‘opposite’ and he doesn’t run around setting fires and stealing things,) Ryou pointed out.
((That pharaoh’s no light! He’s called ‘darkness’ after all.))
(So it’s a dark and light issue? …Then I suppose we would be a good and bad issue…? What about Malik?)
((How about crazy and crazier?))
(…Don’t tell them that.)
((What? They wouldn’t mind.))
(That’s the point…)
“Yo! Ryou!”
Looking up, the white haired youth found himself face to face with the very subject of his current discussion. The Egyptian was wearing his usual smirk and looked like he was headed in the direction of the game shop.
“Are you going to see if the game shop is all right?”
Malik shrugged, “Maybe. You just went? So, how are things?”
Ryou sighed, “A false alarm-sort of… Didn’t you hear about it from Ishtar?”
“Of course,” Malik grinned, “but it’s not his point of view that’s interesting.”
“Right…interesting…” the type of friends he had… “Yami was really mad, you know.”
“Eh? So what did the pharaoh have to say?”
Ryou sighed for the umpteenth time that day, pinching the bridge of his nose, “He just said that our yamis were evil… Well, I guess I’ll see you later then.”
“Bye,” Malik waved cheerfully as he watched his friend’s retreating back.
;Hey, did you hear that?; Malik gave his yami the mental equivalent of a poke in the side, ;Pharaoh said you were evil.;
;;Aren’t we both?;;
Malik grinned, turning to stride down the sidewalk, ;Of course. After all, what’s the fun in being all ‘goody-goody’ anyway?;
;;No point at all.;;
;Exactly.;
-Owari-
Author: Alaena_Flame
Genre: Humor
Rating: G
Character: Ryou Bakura
Summary: A 'normal' day out of Ryou Bakura's life, and the speculations that inevitably come with it.
Ff.net format: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2654869/1/
LJ format:
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Why is My Yami Evil?
It had been like any other day in his life-which was to say it had been very unusual and highly eventful. Still…he was used to it. After all, adjusting to the circumstances and learning to ignore the many strange and-to most people-unbelievable things that happened in practically every day of his life was the only way Ryou Bakura felt that he could actually survive without going crazy.
And they certainly did NOT need another one of those around.
Then again, having the friends he did, it would have been far more surprising if he had a day that passed without something out of the ordinary occurring-if one could still define uneventful days as ordinary when it was the eventful ones that held the majority.
Thus it was that he didn’t so much as blink when a creature with large, bat-like wings landed in the midst of his friends while they were in the park. And he only sighed when what looked like a duplicate of his white haired self, his manical blond friend, and a scowling version of his spiky haired friend disappeared into a dome of swirling, purple and black light. All these things were normal-a fact that was admittedly a bit disturbing in itself. Still…it was only to be expected.
Granted, that didn’t mean he wasn’t happy to move to Yugi’s grandpa’s gameshop, effectively ending the shadow realm confrontation so that they could duel without the…benefits…of the shadow games.
“I’ll activate Scapegoat!” a loud, blond boy shouted triumphantly as he flipped the magic card. “And that blocks your attack! Oh yeah, Joey Wheeler scores!”
“I’ll activate Magic Jammer” Ryou replied calmly. “That means that by discarding one card from my hand I can counter your magic card.”
“Say what?! No! My life points!” Joey jumped up, pulling at his hair in frustration.
The others all laughed at his dramatics. It was really quite amusing how he could be all confident one moment and pulling his hair out the next without any real transition in-between.
“Still, you played well, Joey,” the small, spiky haired teen assured his friend, though he was visibly suppressing a laugh.
“Well, obviously,” Tristen laughed, “he can’t really play any better.”
“What?!”
“Tristen,” Tea sighed, shaking her head in exasperation.
“Why you, take that back!” Joey continued to yell at his black haired friend, brandishing his fists for emphasis. “I was a finalist in both Duelist Kingdom AND Battle City! Can you say that?’
“I don’t need to,” Tristen grumbled, crossing his arms. “It’s just a stupid card game anyway.”
“You do realize you just insulted over half the people in this room, right?” Malik inquired, arching one pale eyebrow.
“And it’s not just a game,” a second boy with tri-colored hair appeared beside Yugi, looking like his slightly taller and fiercer duplicate, “you should never forget that.”
Ryou shook his head in bemusement and leaned back comfortably in his chair. Years ago, back before he had moved to Domino, he would have never thought that he would be sitting in a room and playing fames with such a…strange, set of friends. But he was, and he was glad of the fact. Even having his yami around didn’t seem quite so frightening or horrifying a thought anymore.
Speaking of which…where was his yami? Bakura had been awfully quiet…
Frowning slightly, he reached out with his mind through the link he shared with his darker half, (Bakura?)
There was a long moment of silence before he finally received an irritated answer, ((What?))
(Where are you?)
There was a pause before his yami snapped, ((Somewhere.))
(…very explanatory…)
((Yeah? Well, live with it.))
(We have to go soon.)
((Too bad. Just go yourself. I’ll catch up later,)) with that, Bakura cut the link, leaving Ryou with the sudden, forbidding feeling that the peaceful evening was not going to last.
He never said life these days didn’t have their unpleasant points-that would be impossible with the kind of people, and spirits, he had elected to spend his time with… But he really had to get home and make sure the soup he had put on to simmer hadn’t burned…
Maybe it wouldn’t be anything too bad…he hoped…unrealistically…
x-X-x
Wiping his hands on a towel, Ryou cast an eye over the kitchen to make sure everything was where it should be before picking up the tray he had fixed for himself and moving in the direction of the living room. He had considered fixing something for his yami, but seeing as sprits didn’t need to eat-not to mention his particular yami’s tastes were a bit strange-he had elected not to do so. Either way, he had had a relatively relaxing evening cooking. It was one of his favorite tasks because it was generally the most uneventful time of his day-a fact that had held true today as well.
Setting the tray down on the living room table, he picked up a glass of water and turned reached for the remote with his other hand. Turning on the TV, he flipped to the news channel-and froze.
There, staring at him from the television screen, was the Turtle Game Shop-and there was smoke pouring from its windows and door. A fire engine was parked outside it and sirens were railing from the speakers as the reporter talked excitedly about a sudden fire alarm which had gone off only minutes ago. No one knew exactly how the fire had started, or why there was so much smoke all of the sudden-though they suspected it had been trapped inside the shop until someone noticed-and the authorities were all trying to figure out what had happened while speculating on whether or not the fire would erupt soon and set the neighboring houses ablaze.
But to Ryou it didn’t feel like a mystery. Oh no…it wreaked of a certain tomb robber’s handiwork. All he could do was sit there like a statue, eyes wide and glued to the screen.
The doorbell rang.
It had to be Bakura.
He was so not letting him in…
The front door swung open and the Egyptian tomb robber strolled into the living room, whistling to himself as he pocketed his lock pick. It wasn’t that he didn’t have a key, it was just that things were boring when you had keys. Pausing behind the sofa, he glanced at the box of pictures and his hikari’s attempt at being a statue-and promptly burst out laughing.
Shooting to his feet, Ryou spilled his water as he shoved the glass back on the table and dashed for the coat rack. Seizing his jacket he swung it over his shoulders, stuffed his feet into his shoes, and ran out the door without a backward glance.
Still chuckling, Bakura turned to jog after his hikari, pulling the front door shut behind them and making sure it was locked-just because he was a thief didn’t mean he wanted to be robbed, “What’s the hurry?”
Ryou shot him a disgruntled glare as his feet pounded down the sidewalk, “You know perfectly well what the hurry is.”
Yawning, the thief caught up to his hikari and disappeared in a flash of golden light, ((Well, it’s your due if you want to go running off.))
Ignoring his yami’s smug tones, Ryou skidded to a stop outside of the game shop just before he ran into Yugi’s diminutive figure. The short teen’s grandfather was running around nearby, pulling at his bandana in a panicked frenzy.
“Y-Yugi,” Ryou panted, bending over slightly as he tried to catch his breath, “is-is any-anything-damaged?”
The shorter teen scowled and Ryou realized it was Yami, “No. The fire was set and contained under the smoke detector.”
Sighing in relief, Ryou straightened, “That’s good to hear… I’m…really sorry about that.”
Yami shook his head, crossing his arms, clearly clinging to his temper with tenuous threads, “Nothing was hurt. It’s not your fault that that tomb robber and Ishtar are such evil, amoral creatures.”
“A-ah…” shifting his weight nervously, Ryou glanced around at the firefighters moving all around the shop. He caught sight of the actual Yugi trying to calm his grandfather down. It didn’t look like an easy task…
“You should go,” Yami told him abruptly, frowning slightly, “unless you want to get questioned by the police. I believe someone might have seen the tomb robber leaving here earlier.”
“Oh…um…well…bye then…” turning uncertainly, Ryou headed back towards home with slow steps. So maybe it was a false alarm and his yami hadn’t actually set fire to the game shop. But still…
(Bakura! What were you two thinking?!)
((What? We didn’t burn anything important.))
(That is NOT a good excuse! What do you think would have happened if the shop or the merchandise had actually caught fire?!)
((But it didn’t.))
(Yami is so going to kill you!)
((He can’t,)) Bakura pointed out smugly, ((I’m already dead.))
(You know that’s not what I meant! He’s gong to send you to the shadow realm if he sees you anytime in the near future! And I can’t even say you wouldn’t deserve it!)
((Pah, I’d like to see him try.))
Ryou sighed, (You really should apologize. And there’s no ‘try’ about it…)
((Are you implying that I am weaker than the pharaoh?)) Bakura asked incredulously.
(No, just careless…and amoral…and you know no one ever wins against Yami… It’s not like you’ve never tried, remember?)
((Hmph.))
Ryou shook his head slowly. He really had to wonder sometimes why his yami had be so…so…so…well, evil, to put it simply-though the term didn’t quite cover it all really.
((That’s because I’m supposed to be your opposite,)) Bakura snickered, ((I have the right to be evil.))
(Yami’s Yugi’s ‘opposite’ and he doesn’t run around setting fires and stealing things,) Ryou pointed out.
((That pharaoh’s no light! He’s called ‘darkness’ after all.))
(So it’s a dark and light issue? …Then I suppose we would be a good and bad issue…? What about Malik?)
((How about crazy and crazier?))
(…Don’t tell them that.)
((What? They wouldn’t mind.))
(That’s the point…)
“Yo! Ryou!”
Looking up, the white haired youth found himself face to face with the very subject of his current discussion. The Egyptian was wearing his usual smirk and looked like he was headed in the direction of the game shop.
“Are you going to see if the game shop is all right?”
Malik shrugged, “Maybe. You just went? So, how are things?”
Ryou sighed, “A false alarm-sort of… Didn’t you hear about it from Ishtar?”
“Of course,” Malik grinned, “but it’s not his point of view that’s interesting.”
“Right…interesting…” the type of friends he had… “Yami was really mad, you know.”
“Eh? So what did the pharaoh have to say?”
Ryou sighed for the umpteenth time that day, pinching the bridge of his nose, “He just said that our yamis were evil… Well, I guess I’ll see you later then.”
“Bye,” Malik waved cheerfully as he watched his friend’s retreating back.
;Hey, did you hear that?; Malik gave his yami the mental equivalent of a poke in the side, ;Pharaoh said you were evil.;
;;Aren’t we both?;;
Malik grinned, turning to stride down the sidewalk, ;Of course. After all, what’s the fun in being all ‘goody-goody’ anyway?;
;;No point at all.;;
;Exactly.;
-Owari-