Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fade Away ❯ Fade Away ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: mylittleunderground 
Ryou Bakura is now a University student and the spirit is still there to bother him.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.07.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 558 | Status: Completed
Ryou Bakura is now a University student and the spirit is still there to bother him.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.07.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 558 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi owns Yugioh and I do not. It I did...well...I'd make it so all the fans could own a part of it so they wouldn't get kicked off of youtube...or have to put these disclaimers on their beautiful fics and art. Yeah...that's what I would do.
Pairing: Tendershipping (Yami Bakura x Ryou Bakura) because it's sooo cute and fluffy X3
A/N: This just came out of me on a whim. Tendershipping used to be one of my favorite pairings to read and it's usually pulled off so nicely.
It's not really love when you're waiting for the other one to just fade away.
x-x-x-x
"C'mon."
"Your key got stuck in the lock again, didn't it?"
"No, it didn't."
"Then why do you continue to fuss over it?"
A pause, and then "It's becoming increasingly difficult to operate my hand. Did you notice that?"
It had been a year and a half. One full year and a half since the Pharaoh had departed to the Afterlife. Truth be told, Ryou was a bit sad to see him go. But he was also glad that the spirit of the Ring also departed to whatever place it went to.
Only, the spirit of the Ring never left (though the Ring had).
Oh no. Ryou had been sitting in his living room one evening, admiring perhaps the upholstery on his couch or the dust on one of his (fake) potted plants. Then, as if from nowhere, the spirit started talking to him. Swearing and cursing the Pharaoh to the pits of hell (though, Ryou argued, that would be impossible sinse the Pharaoh was already in the Afterlife) and then complaining about how he, the Great Thief, had never achieved his goal of plunging the world into darkness, or something like that.
Ryou was a bit woozy on the details, and after a long and tiring day of University, all he wanted to do was get into his apartment and rest.
The Spirit was making that increasingly difficult.
"Give me back control of my hand."
"You know I can't let you do that just yet."
"And why not?"
"You're growing a lot more cynical than I remember you."
"Apparently people change. Unlike you."
It was the same routine everyday. Argue, fuss and banter to progress in life at Ryou's leisurely (albeit apathetic) pace. It was so difficult to steer forward when all the Spirit wanted to do was hold him back.
Ryou often asked himself why, him of all people, had been chosen to bear this burden. He was a good citizen (albeit apathetic) and he had been through his trials and hardships. What kind of higher force thought this was a joke?
But then, the spirit probably was right up there with one of those 'higher forces' and with nothing better to do (no Millennium items, no plunging the world into darkness) its only outlet of entertainment (and life) was Ryou.
"I don't need this today." Ryou mumbled under his breath. He growled, grounding his teeth and remembering what the doctor had told him about the enamel wearing out early (or whatever).
"You're wrong Yadonushi. You can afford to slow down."
"If I was your land lord, I would have kicked you out already."
"But you haven't yet."
"Of course I haven't yet. I have no idea how to get rid of you, or if you're just a mental disorder."
"You know I wasn't the last time."
"Want me to take pills to check if you are."
"No, not that Yadonushi. What you need is some blood."
Ryou blinked.
Realization doesn't actually come in sparks and lightbulbs. It comes in the realization that you didn't realize the obvious until now.
"So you're hungry and you're preventing me from entering my house so you can satisfy your sadistic tastes for innocent animals."
"I hate the sarcasm you use. It doesn't suit you."
Ryou sighed. The spirit was far from evil now. He was just...irritating. It pushed Ryou over the edge many times, and this time Ryou'd lost the pleasantness he'd had
when he was younger. He found his temper releasing easily and his habits (such as nail biting, pencil tapping, ect) increased tenfold. It took almost everything in him to not pull his hair out when he missed an important college lecture thanks to the spirit's incessant blathering.
However, moments of cunning, unlike realization, come like a nail to the head.
"Fine, I'll go to the store. But it seems I've left my wallet in the house. Would you open the door?"
Without a hassle, without a word, the door opened (by Ryou's hand, of course.)
Ryou rushed in, smiling, and shut the door behind him. Before he heard a word in his head, he had already grabbed the cream puffs from the fridge, set down on the sofa and turned the TV on. Loud.
Ryou'd never use the word flabbergasted to describe the spirt, but the other was pretty much...well, flabbergasted.
"Why did you do this?" A transparent ghost of not-so-himself materialized in front of him. "The deal was to deliver me a steak. Why did you break your promise to me?"
"I never promised you." Ryou stared straight through the other, onto the TV screen (some glitzy glam drab gossip show camouflaged as a news story was on).
"But you knew I wanted something to eat. Something bloody and sweet and-"
"Cream puffs do just as fine."
"No. No they don't! They will make you fat and old and horrid looking, please don't eat them."
"Imagine that." Came Ryou's disinterested reply. "I know you only want to eat like that because you care for you 'image'."
Ryou looked at the spirit in front of him. Of course, it looked the same as him (despite the obvious 'evil twin' persona), but amazingly, it had aged with him. It's shoulders were broader now, it's cheeks and chin more defined than it had been during his high school years. Ryou snickered at the spirit's dilemma.
"And what are you laughing about?"
"I don't know. It just feels like I'm finally actually the 'land lord' of myself." It was true. He could eat all he wanted and make the spirit horrible and flabby looking. Of course, there was nothing wrong with being a little overweight, but the thief might have a problem with it.
"You know, raw steak is probably just as unhealthy as a box full of cream puffs." Ryou pointed out. He giggled again.
"I'd rather die with the taste of blood in my mouth."
"But you won't die will you?" Ryou said, biting on another cream puff. He still kept a disinterested demeanor. "It bothers you that I will grow old and die and you will have to walk the earth forever as a spirit nobody can see or hear."
"How observant of you. But you missed something. I don't care about the humans and the mortals in general. What makes you think I wouldn't be fine in my immortal earthly bliss?"
"You bother me don't you?" At that point Ryou looked up to see into the spirit's eyes. They were still vicious and angry (as usual) but they had grown dull, perhaps as dull as his own, and lacked a purpose in even the place between life and death.
"I've always bothered you. What's your poin-"
"You didn't always bother me." Ryou peered into what was supposedly his own (though a little more twisted) eyes. "I was normal once and you came along and destroyed everything for me. You would take over my body and that's what made you feel the most human, I think. You wanted to win against the Pharaoh. You lived for that- tormenting him and his friends. It was the only kind of human interaction you ever wanted and it gave you the greatest joy."
The spirit twist its face. "The greatest joy I could have ever had was taken away from me by the Pharaoh." It spat.
"As was my joy, but the perpetrator was you." Despite his honest conviction, Ryou remained calm with impassive eyes.
The spirit twisted it's face some more. There was nothing left to say at that point so Ryou stood up and went to the kitchen. The box of cream puffs was empty.
Even before he turned around he could feel the spirit's presence. It was still and quiet, almost as if it wished to watch him from a distance, as if it wished to NOT intrude in his life.
Ryou kept his back turned from the embodiment, focusing on some menial task in the kitchen. "You're just afraid when I die you'll be left to wonder this world alone until you simply fade away."
He only heard a 'tch' behind him.
Eventually the spirit disintegrated, hiding itself in some corner of Ryou's mind where it couldn't bother him and couldn't be bothered itself.
Ryou smiled. In truth, he was actually glad the spirit had stayed with him. He enjoyed its constant petty annoyances, even though it caused him to zone out during classes or hurt himself while cooking. He was glad the other was their to accompany him through life, as dull and boring as life was.
He'd try to make the spirit 'happier' next time. Ryou knew he wasn't prone to doing favors but his 'companionship' with the other being had made him break out into a generous mood. The little chat they'd just had was only the beginning. Ryou wanted to try everything in his power to make the spirit feel a little more welcomed, a little more human. He wanted that. A human friend in spirit form, not a spirit foe with nothing better to do.
Ryou wanted to change the that. All he had to do was tame the devil and begin a glorious friendship.
In the corner of Ryou's mind, the spirit reflected, knowing full well that its time on earth was dwindling down to it's final home stretch. The immortal smiled. In truth, it was actually glad it's time was almost finally over.
Living with Ryou had been the funnest part of all its 5000 years.
x-x-x-x
A/N: Well um. Nothing much to say. Wasn't that fluffy? Happy early Valentine's Day.
Pairing: Tendershipping (Yami Bakura x Ryou Bakura) because it's sooo cute and fluffy X3
A/N: This just came out of me on a whim. Tendershipping used to be one of my favorite pairings to read and it's usually pulled off so nicely.
It's not really love when you're waiting for the other one to just fade away.
x-x-x-x
"C'mon."
"Your key got stuck in the lock again, didn't it?"
"No, it didn't."
"Then why do you continue to fuss over it?"
A pause, and then "It's becoming increasingly difficult to operate my hand. Did you notice that?"
It had been a year and a half. One full year and a half since the Pharaoh had departed to the Afterlife. Truth be told, Ryou was a bit sad to see him go. But he was also glad that the spirit of the Ring also departed to whatever place it went to.
Only, the spirit of the Ring never left (though the Ring had).
Oh no. Ryou had been sitting in his living room one evening, admiring perhaps the upholstery on his couch or the dust on one of his (fake) potted plants. Then, as if from nowhere, the spirit started talking to him. Swearing and cursing the Pharaoh to the pits of hell (though, Ryou argued, that would be impossible sinse the Pharaoh was already in the Afterlife) and then complaining about how he, the Great Thief, had never achieved his goal of plunging the world into darkness, or something like that.
Ryou was a bit woozy on the details, and after a long and tiring day of University, all he wanted to do was get into his apartment and rest.
The Spirit was making that increasingly difficult.
"Give me back control of my hand."
"You know I can't let you do that just yet."
"And why not?"
"You're growing a lot more cynical than I remember you."
"Apparently people change. Unlike you."
It was the same routine everyday. Argue, fuss and banter to progress in life at Ryou's leisurely (albeit apathetic) pace. It was so difficult to steer forward when all the Spirit wanted to do was hold him back.
Ryou often asked himself why, him of all people, had been chosen to bear this burden. He was a good citizen (albeit apathetic) and he had been through his trials and hardships. What kind of higher force thought this was a joke?
But then, the spirit probably was right up there with one of those 'higher forces' and with nothing better to do (no Millennium items, no plunging the world into darkness) its only outlet of entertainment (and life) was Ryou.
"I don't need this today." Ryou mumbled under his breath. He growled, grounding his teeth and remembering what the doctor had told him about the enamel wearing out early (or whatever).
"You're wrong Yadonushi. You can afford to slow down."
"If I was your land lord, I would have kicked you out already."
"But you haven't yet."
"Of course I haven't yet. I have no idea how to get rid of you, or if you're just a mental disorder."
"You know I wasn't the last time."
"Want me to take pills to check if you are."
"No, not that Yadonushi. What you need is some blood."
Ryou blinked.
Realization doesn't actually come in sparks and lightbulbs. It comes in the realization that you didn't realize the obvious until now.
"So you're hungry and you're preventing me from entering my house so you can satisfy your sadistic tastes for innocent animals."
"I hate the sarcasm you use. It doesn't suit you."
Ryou sighed. The spirit was far from evil now. He was just...irritating. It pushed Ryou over the edge many times, and this time Ryou'd lost the pleasantness he'd had
when he was younger. He found his temper releasing easily and his habits (such as nail biting, pencil tapping, ect) increased tenfold. It took almost everything in him to not pull his hair out when he missed an important college lecture thanks to the spirit's incessant blathering.
However, moments of cunning, unlike realization, come like a nail to the head.
"Fine, I'll go to the store. But it seems I've left my wallet in the house. Would you open the door?"
Without a hassle, without a word, the door opened (by Ryou's hand, of course.)
Ryou rushed in, smiling, and shut the door behind him. Before he heard a word in his head, he had already grabbed the cream puffs from the fridge, set down on the sofa and turned the TV on. Loud.
Ryou'd never use the word flabbergasted to describe the spirt, but the other was pretty much...well, flabbergasted.
"Why did you do this?" A transparent ghost of not-so-himself materialized in front of him. "The deal was to deliver me a steak. Why did you break your promise to me?"
"I never promised you." Ryou stared straight through the other, onto the TV screen (some glitzy glam drab gossip show camouflaged as a news story was on).
"But you knew I wanted something to eat. Something bloody and sweet and-"
"Cream puffs do just as fine."
"No. No they don't! They will make you fat and old and horrid looking, please don't eat them."
"Imagine that." Came Ryou's disinterested reply. "I know you only want to eat like that because you care for you 'image'."
Ryou looked at the spirit in front of him. Of course, it looked the same as him (despite the obvious 'evil twin' persona), but amazingly, it had aged with him. It's shoulders were broader now, it's cheeks and chin more defined than it had been during his high school years. Ryou snickered at the spirit's dilemma.
"And what are you laughing about?"
"I don't know. It just feels like I'm finally actually the 'land lord' of myself." It was true. He could eat all he wanted and make the spirit horrible and flabby looking. Of course, there was nothing wrong with being a little overweight, but the thief might have a problem with it.
"You know, raw steak is probably just as unhealthy as a box full of cream puffs." Ryou pointed out. He giggled again.
"I'd rather die with the taste of blood in my mouth."
"But you won't die will you?" Ryou said, biting on another cream puff. He still kept a disinterested demeanor. "It bothers you that I will grow old and die and you will have to walk the earth forever as a spirit nobody can see or hear."
"How observant of you. But you missed something. I don't care about the humans and the mortals in general. What makes you think I wouldn't be fine in my immortal earthly bliss?"
"You bother me don't you?" At that point Ryou looked up to see into the spirit's eyes. They were still vicious and angry (as usual) but they had grown dull, perhaps as dull as his own, and lacked a purpose in even the place between life and death.
"I've always bothered you. What's your poin-"
"You didn't always bother me." Ryou peered into what was supposedly his own (though a little more twisted) eyes. "I was normal once and you came along and destroyed everything for me. You would take over my body and that's what made you feel the most human, I think. You wanted to win against the Pharaoh. You lived for that- tormenting him and his friends. It was the only kind of human interaction you ever wanted and it gave you the greatest joy."
The spirit twist its face. "The greatest joy I could have ever had was taken away from me by the Pharaoh." It spat.
"As was my joy, but the perpetrator was you." Despite his honest conviction, Ryou remained calm with impassive eyes.
The spirit twisted it's face some more. There was nothing left to say at that point so Ryou stood up and went to the kitchen. The box of cream puffs was empty.
Even before he turned around he could feel the spirit's presence. It was still and quiet, almost as if it wished to watch him from a distance, as if it wished to NOT intrude in his life.
Ryou kept his back turned from the embodiment, focusing on some menial task in the kitchen. "You're just afraid when I die you'll be left to wonder this world alone until you simply fade away."
He only heard a 'tch' behind him.
Eventually the spirit disintegrated, hiding itself in some corner of Ryou's mind where it couldn't bother him and couldn't be bothered itself.
Ryou smiled. In truth, he was actually glad the spirit had stayed with him. He enjoyed its constant petty annoyances, even though it caused him to zone out during classes or hurt himself while cooking. He was glad the other was their to accompany him through life, as dull and boring as life was.
He'd try to make the spirit 'happier' next time. Ryou knew he wasn't prone to doing favors but his 'companionship' with the other being had made him break out into a generous mood. The little chat they'd just had was only the beginning. Ryou wanted to try everything in his power to make the spirit feel a little more welcomed, a little more human. He wanted that. A human friend in spirit form, not a spirit foe with nothing better to do.
Ryou wanted to change the that. All he had to do was tame the devil and begin a glorious friendship.
In the corner of Ryou's mind, the spirit reflected, knowing full well that its time on earth was dwindling down to it's final home stretch. The immortal smiled. In truth, it was actually glad it's time was almost finally over.
Living with Ryou had been the funnest part of all its 5000 years.
x-x-x-x
A/N: Well um. Nothing much to say. Wasn't that fluffy? Happy early Valentine's Day.