Phantom Thief in Me (Tendershipping)

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((Joy!))

A steady stream of cool rain fell from the sky that afternoon, the Weather Man had said it would be clear skies all day. Ryou knew better however, he knew that the gathering dark clouds in the distance in the morning would soon turn to rain. He had brought along his umbrella as a result and now it gave him cover, sighing happily as he walked home from the store. It had almost been 5 years since the battle with the Pharaoh happened and he had lost the Millennium Ring, missing its heavy weight around his neck. Oh but he would get it back soon, the Ring always came back to him whether he wanted it or not. He smiled though as his little house came into view, having moved out of the apartment his dad had kept up and into a little house that he bought himself about a year ago. He had things to do tonight, tonight was special for him!

 

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((I do))

When Ryou got home took off his raincoat and hung it up, though it wouldn't have enough time to dry. He had put away the groceries for a yummy chicken dinner tonight, he would prepare it and begin its baking when he was ready. Walking barefoot now across his hardwood floors he went up the stairs to his room and pressed a hidden panel located behind book on the shelf, he wanted to feel special with the old murder mysteries and have a moving bookcase to a secret room! Walking down the steps and taking two at a time in his glee he went into a dark room, flicking on the light. Inside was set up much like a hidden room would, dark with little light that only illuminated the things he needed. He quickly stripped and placed his used clothes into a basket, grabbing his ' work ' gear which consisted of: A full black attire complete with black tight beanie that would stay on and hide his ivory locks, black gloves and boots with special grip on the hands and bottoms, a leather utility belt with all his lock-picking tools and other handy tools that he would need to disable any system, lock, wire, or person if need be. Hopefully he wouldn't have to use the last one on anyone but it did happen, then he turned to the hard Scotch bottle he had on the desk.
Taking he cap off of the completely full bottle he inhaled its strong scent, closing his eyes as he took it in. He never drank the stuff but they said it was more ' liquid courage ' then anything, just the scent of it always seemed to do the trick to calm his nerves right before work. Closing it up he grabbed an empty pouch that he strapped to his back and headed back up the stairs, quickly throwing spices on the chicken and placing pre-cut potatoes and carrots around it before placing it in the oven to bake. Replacing his coat on his body and his umbrella he headed back outside, his destination was the Ishtar's Museum!

 

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Ryou held his breath as a Guard passed by and he froze in the shadows, still as granite and undetectable. Now came the part where his nerves always got the better of him, when he had to do the actual deed. He began to recite in his mind why this was okay: The Ring originally belonged to him and his ancestors, his father gave it to him as a present, the Ring was technically his and it was kind of taken from him without his consent thus he had all rights to take it back. With those in mind, his own little rationalizations to ease the inevitable guilt, he pulled out a long wooden tube and inserted a dart. It was tipped in powerful sleep poison, fast acting especially if it hit in the right place. Aiming he shot it, the guard jumping as it felt like he just got bit by a bug on his neck and dropping to the ground unconscious within seconds. Sliding down slowly on a zip-liner to a shelf he whispered a soft apology, taking out a simple can of hairspray and misting it around. The invisible red lines along with the visible ones came into focus, unhooking from the liner and then using his acrobatic training to hop, bend, and slide around the trip-lines.

 

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Wondering if Bakura was conscious and watching he did a perfect cartwheel, showing off his increased flexibility and skills. When he got to the Ring's case he peered in, spotting the pressure switch. Smirking he took out a stick of gum and chewed it up, carefully picking the lock on the case and opening it. Putting one finger on the pressure switch he held it down with the gum, by the time it either wore off or it hardened by the next day he would be long gone. Hesitating he finally lifted the item and stuck it in his back pace, not putting it on just yet then closing the case and quickly making his way out of the museum.
After dressing in his rain clothes again he walked home under his umbrella, feeling accomplished and checking the time. His chicken would be done in a few minutes......

 

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Ryou got home with a couple of minutes to spare, setting the table and pouring a tall glass of milk. Hey he liked his milk and he wouldn't allow anyone to say that it was for kids, milk was good for the body. He had hesitated again before smirking and just tossing his bag across the room and onto the couch, watching it bounce slightly and knowing the contents would be rattled as well. He didn't have a death wish but he was sure that this might be one of the few acts of defiance he would have the courage to make, taking off his beanie and gloves and setting it on the coffee table as well.
He then pulled out the chicken and served himself up a plate, deciding he would eat a good hot meal first before the inevitable drama/headache would happen if his Yami was still in the Ring.

 

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The hairs on the back of Ryou's neck stood up and he smiled, ah that familiar feeling of impending doom when he did something wrong. He knew then that his Yami still resided in the Ring, and it made him happy. Of course that meant he also pissed off the Spirit but that was alright right now, he began to hum happily as he ate his chicken. Perfect as usual, all those Culinary classes put to great use. He knew the the greater the feeling of threat rose then the more his Yami was throwing a fit, wanting him to stew in anger and bring back the familiar feeling again.