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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
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
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
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