Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Daydream ❯ Chapter 1

*NOTE* : I have no earthly idea why I made it this way. But I didn't tell who it was in the end. Yes, Bakura is dreamed of. So you can pick who you want it to be. >-> I won't tell who I want it to be. Anyway, enjoy!

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Sunlight poured into the shadowy room, lighting up and bringing a peaceful aurora with it. It washed over my face, but it really felt like it was slapping me to wake up. I slowly open my eyes and was greeted with the same room. Sitting up, my legs swing over the bedside and my feet pat the carpet-felt floor.

I drag myself over to my bathroom and turn on the shower. I slip out of my cloths and jump in the stream of hot water. It was then I felt as though I was being watched. And I really, really don't like being watched. Especially in the shower.

I quickly finished my shower, wrapped myself in my towel, and poked my head out of the door. The first odd thing I noticed was that my window was open. My door was also open. Somebody was in my room. And yet, nobody was in my room.

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I spent the rest of the day running around with nothing on my mind but this morning's mystery. I had tried everything to get it out of my mind, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.

I sighed as I sipped my drink, slumping down in my seat. I was bewildered. No, worse than bewildered. I was bedazzled. How could a human come into my room? … Or was it a human? I shook my head; what ever it was, it came through both the window and door.

I stopped on my third sip when that same exact feeling washed over me. I sat up and began looking around. Nobody was there. The streets had cleared and there was only a group of old men playing a game of dominos and me.

I grabbed my drink and immediately ran back home. Where the scene starts, it ends.

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As I opened the door to my room, I stopped in mid-step. My window was closed. It may seem like something small, but I had left it open earlier this morning.

"I've been looking for you, Ryuuji."

My eyes adverted over to the voice and met with dark `almost-black' brown eyes that stared back at me.

"Bakura?" I whispered, my eyes widening as Bakura walked over to me.

"Yes?" He mimicked my tone and began rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

And I thought he couldn't be soft and affectionate.

His tongue flicked out and ran over his lips before he kissed me, nearly throwing his tongue down my throat. With a moan of strained protest, I pushed him away and took a step back. With every step I took back, he came a step closer. Soon, I had nowhere to go and bumped into the foot of my bed. I looked back at my bed before looking back at Bakura. I came to a dilemma.

Either let Bakura have his way with me or continue to fight for what innocence I had left. Either way, Bakura was going to win. I tore off for my bathroom, but instead of slamming the door closed, I tripped and landed in my shower. As I moved to sit up, I felt water run down my face and body and pool out the drain.

"…Ugh."

And there was Bakura standing there in the doorway with a lustful smirk on his face. Normally, in a situation of some crazed fan girl, or boy, I `d fend for myself or treat them nice just to get them away. But fending against Bakura was something I couldn't do. And being nice to Bakura would only get you killed.

"Awe, did poor little Ryuuji fall and hurt himself? How about I kiss it and make it better?"

I vulnerably watched Bakura come over and climb into the shower. Straddling my hips, Bakura leaned down and kissed me again. Except this time, instead of shoving his tongue down my throat, he began sucking on my tongue ruthlessly. I felt pain and pleasure as a lustful Bakura sucked my tongue ruthlessly.

Shivers ran up and down my back as Bakura's hands ripped off the shirt I had been wearing. I was left gasping for breathe as Bakura suddenly pulled away and drifted down along my neck. I opened my eyes a little and watched Bakura as he continued to lick me away from existence.

His hair was matted down to his head and his cloths clung to him, showing of the features not even the god of masculinity could have. I soon felt a dark feeling rise within me as Bakura stared into my eyes. His ministries came to a stop and he chuckled. I had no idea why he was chuckling, but I was about to find out.

"Ryuuji, do you ever dream of me?" he asked, his voice darker and deeper than I had ever heard.

I felt myself blush; yes, I had dreamt of Bakura before. I nodded gently, noting the sparkle in Bakura's eyes.

"What do you dream of that has to do with me?" he whispered, leaning closer to my ear, his breath damp from the water.

My blush deepened.

"Awe, how cute. Ryuuji's embarrassed to tell me."

I gasped as Bakura's hand drifted down into my pants, pressing his palm over my hardness. My head dropped back as he began rubbing, as odd as it was for Bakura, gently.

And that is when I woke up.

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My eyes shot open and I sat up, looking around for the snowy-haired rabbit of my fantasies. Hands landed on my shoulders and a voice whispered in my ear:

"Ryuuji, do you ever dream of me?"

I turned and looked over my shoulder, ready to pounce on Bakura. But as I turned around completely, I was met with a breath-taking, panic-causing discovery. The face I saw…

… wasn't Bakura's?

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*cough* Alright, if you wanted it to Bakura, you can say that Otogi didn't get a good look or some other crazy crap like that. >-> I messed it up, didn't I? *sigh*