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For Ryou Bakura Lovers Request_____= your name ------= your friend's name
You were hanging out with Yugi and the others, seeing as you promised that you would today. You were in between Yugi and Ryou while you three and everybody else were watching Marik and Joey play Duel Monsters. As usual, Marik had won, and he gave you a smirk and said, "Why not try yourself, ____? You look like you've been wanting to duel me again for awhile."
You rolled your eyes and said, "Just name your terms already, Ishtar." You sat in the chair while Joey took your spot. You took out your deck and shuffled, Marik doing the same. He chuckled before he said his terms, "Loser has to go into a closet with a person that the winner chooses."
"Fine with me. Now let's duel," you said while setting your deck down, Marik doing the same before taking his turn, starting off the duel.
Both you and Marik had only 50 Life Points left, but y
Ryou x Reader
Ryou x Reader
You quickly ran up to Ryou's house You were very excited because Ryou had said he had a surprise for you.
It all started two days ago at school. You were watching Ryou in class again for five minutes straight. You snapped back to reality when Marik grabbed your shoulder.You looked at him.
"I've noticed you've been looking at Ryou for a while now _____. Do you have a crush on him or something?"
You turned away nervously. If Marik found out, the whole school would know by tomorrow. Marik was the school's messager of gossip. If he knewone slight bit of information, he would tell anyone he possiblysaw at school.Not only that, but Marik always found a way to butt into other people's problems.
Marik tried to pair up a girl with a basketball player she liked a week ago.he failed miserably, and let's just say he ruined that girl's high school life forever.
"Ha! I knew it! You do like him!"
You stopped thinking for a moment and noticed you were blushing.Damn! You lookedup and saw
Chapter 1: Bakura - Deathday or Birthday?--------------------------------------------
The nine year old Ryou Bakura sat on the grass quietly. His mother, his little sister, Amane, who was seven, were sitting next to him. Amane got up, taking off her towel and hopping down to the lake edge, and sticking her toes into the water. She shivered but soon scampered in, excited they had finally come to there usual spot at the lake they lived nearby.
"Ryou, can you watch Amane? I'm going for a walk." Said there mother. Ryou nodded looking up, knewing the reason she was really leaving was so she can go smoke. She walked away grabbing her purse, and Ryou sipped his soda a bit annoyed.
"Hey Ryou! Why don't you get in?" Said Amane as she splashed around happily. Ryou shook his head and layed back on the grass, staring up at the clouds. He had his swim trunks under his school clothes, but he didn't exactly feel like getting in just yet. Amane sighed and continued to play while her brother layed down and stared at the sky. She went a bit fu
Goodbye RyouDear Bakura,
I know you probably couldn't care less what this letter says, now that you have your own body and all, but I know you still visit me at night. I had no choice but to lock away my valuables. Because of this, I knew you'd be the first one to find this.
Read it, if you will, but even if you don't care, I'd appreciate it if you could find the kindness in your non-existant heart to give it to someone who does. Although even that might be asking much, considering.
In most occasions, I'm an extremely optimistic person, but something snapped. Don't judge me, please. At least let me explain. I'm just tired. For so long, I've been going through the daily motions. When I started traveling so much, I had so little belongings, the landlord had thought I moved, and rented out my apartment. I'm lucky I found a new one at all.
That's not much of a set back right? Maybe everyone's right. Maybe
YGO - Ryou Bakura x Reader - Friendly Card Game
Ryou Bakura had liked (Name) for a long time ... and here he was, in her house practising Duel Monsters together. He was just praying the evil spirit didn't kick in and hurt her. He had left his Millennium Ring at home, with the hope that it should prevent such a tragedy happening
"Your cards are rather ominous aren't they?" She giggled
He laughed uneasily ... she had no idea about the evil spirit ... and he feared that if he told her, she would run ... and he would never see her again ... her smile dropped
"Did I offend you? You seem ... troubled" She said
"N-No, it's not that ..." He mumbled
"Well, what is it then?" She asked
He began to shake a little and a small blush formed on his cheeks
Be still my ... foolish heart He thought, swallowing hard
"Come on, Ryou ... you can tell me! You are my favourite Albino!" She said, smiling
"I'm the only albino at the school" He grumbled, blushing fiercer
"Good point, Ryou ..." She said, smiling "I still want you to tell m
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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