Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Flat Mates ❯ Moving In ( Chapter 1 )

Hi! Welcome to my latest Yu-gi-oh fic. Wow. I haven't written one for aaaaaaages…And this is the first time I've done one on Bakura/Ryou, so please review! I would be so grateful, its every authors favorite treat (or at least mine!)

I'm sure you'll understand…

Anyways, enjoy please!

Oh shot. Nearly forgot the disclaimer. I do not own Yu-gi-oh!

 

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[Bakura's POV]

 

I flipped irritatedly through my stolen newspaper. One night sleeping in the streets was enough for me. My back's going to hurt for a week. I need to find a dumbass to leech a room out of. Some twit with a “kind heart”. I scanned quickly through the advertisements for flat mates.

 

Flat Mate wanted. You're room: large, not furnished. Rent negotiable. Contact Elligadver Muinigher, 0800-000000

 

No, I'd get her name wrong and she'd probably kick me out.

 

Hi “roomy”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you come and live with me, we can have lots of fun! You can watch reruns of `Sweet Valley High' with me late at night while eating pink popcorn (my secret recipe!!). Ring me on 123-4567

 

Err-there's no way in hell, I'd probably end up drowning her in a sack in the Pacific Ocean.

 

Hello there. I'm Rona, and have a room empty to anyone at all. I won't be nosey, I can cook and I don't mind if you're short on money for a few weeks! Here's my address, come anytime today! 12 Ramsey Street, City Central.

 

Bingo. If I'm careful I could stay at this girl's house for as long as I want. And if she gets annoyed, I'll have to do a little bit of seducing. No biggie.

 

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I arrived at the house within an hour after finding the ad. It was ripped out, stuck in my pocket.

 

The door was pink. Typical girl. I knocked, four times.

 

There was a crash from inside. And then a scream. Oh, great, a clumsy one.

The door opened. I almost fell over.

 

“You're not a GIRL!!” I yelled.

 

It was a male, who looked somewhat like me. He similar white hair and pale skin. But his eyes were a different color. He looked more….cute. AAAH! Did I just think that? Eeew...

 

He looked at me like I was crazy “Of course I'm not a girl!”

 

I shoved the newspaper ad in his face. “You're name's a little feminine, its not my fault!”

 

He inspected the clipping. “Rona! My name's not Rona!” He exclaimed.

 

I smiled. Well that explained it. Now I've got no chance of freeloading here. I turned.

 

“Hey-wait” “Rona” said, “Didn't you come about the room for rent?”

 

“No point” I yelled over my shoulder, “I have no money”

 

“Well…that's okay…” He said, quietly. “You can pay me back next week or something”

 

I turned, and smiled. This guy really is a dope. I don't need some dumbass girl to leech a room off.

 

“So what was the scream for?” I stated, inviting myself in.

 

He blushed. I didn't need to look to know. How predictable. “Err-I tripped…”

 

“I see…” I remarked. A table was upturned, the stuff that would've been on top was strewn everywhere.

 

I dumped my backpack and opened his fridge. Everything was annoyingly organized. Mmmm, milk…I grabbed the bottle, flicking off the lid and drank it straight from the carton.

I could tell that guy didn't like it by the way he make a funny sort of noise as I raised it too my lips. But, his loss for not speaking up. Not that that would've made much of a difference.

 

“So….do you like it?” He mumbled, shyly. “The house, I mean...”

 

I drained the bottle, chucked it in the sink. “It's alright…”

 

“So…are you going to be moving in then?”

 

“I suppose”

 

“Great! When?”

 

“Now”

 

“Huh? When's you're stuff arriving?”

 

“It's all in here” I kicked my backpack.

 

“But…what about a bed?” He said, sounding rather overwhelmed. Must not be used to people like me.

 

I smirked. “Don't you have one?”

 

He looked to the side “Yes, but that's mine”.

 

“So, what's you're name?” I asked, changing the topic. We'll get round to that problem all in due time.

 

“Ryou…Ryou Bakura”

 

I raised my eyebrow. “You're last name's the same as my first name”

 

He held out a hand “Nice to meet you, Bakura”

 

I snorted, he looked offended. “Don't be so pathetically cute”

 

He looked at me strangely. “What did you call me?”

 

I myself was also shocked with my wording, but hid it. “You heard me”

 

He smiled, which was sweet. AAAAH! Where are these thoughts COMING FROM!?? I punched myself in the head. Ryou turned, bewildered.

 

“Are you quite alright?” He pulled my hand away from my head. I gazed into his eyes. They had so much depth. I shook myself.

 

“Err-just got a bit frustrated over something, its nothing really…”

 

He picked up my bag. “Alright…You're room's this way, follow me”. He turned and led me to a medium-sized room. There was no furniture. Oh damn.

 

“I have to go out now, I'll bring home dinner” Ryou stated, leaving the room “you can get settled…”

 

I heard the front door shut, and explored the house. Soon I found his room.

…And a comfortable bed. I kicked off my shoes and slipped in. Sleeping under a bridge makes you really appreciate beds.

 

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