'coat tails of doom'.
First I'd like to say that I'm sorry for spamming your board, but I didn't see anywhere else to submit the application on the home page. I may have overlooked it, but I did read it three times.
My handle is Mystralwind and I rpg On these sites most commonly:
Roses Shrine
Egyptian Games
Anime Garden
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-- Why do you want to join?
I love to role play to better understand the character dynamics for writing fics.
-- Is there anything you wish to add to the guild?
I can fiction and art to a degree, based on the ratings and space.
-- Your favorite character and/or pairing
I play many characters as needed but prefer to have Malik, Seto, or Marik, or Bakura and I love playing villains.
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As far as rpg examples all I have are some I tossed together to post on ff.net in hopes of dragging in more role players to roses Shrine. I hope you will find my submission acceptable.
Please keep in mind we become short people to play the roles on those sites and have to take up 2-3 characters each per rpg sometimes.
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Malik:
Malik was working late at the Bakura's museum. It was his sister's display, but she had asked him to tend to it today while she met with the exhibits' benefactor, Seto Kaiba. He knew it was his obligation as well since his sister and brother took care of him.
It was almost 11 pm or 2300 hrs as he had learned the translation in his travels from Egypt. It was still warm on these summer nights, with the added labor of shuffling crates and cleaning the building up from today's tours, he started to perspire.
He removed his shirt, revealing the ancient traditional engravings left on him from the tomb keepers initiation when he was just a boy. Nobody would care or be revolted from them since he was ALONE in the museum on the higher end of town.
He opened the back door, gathering all the trash from the day to take out to the alley behind it. There was a subtle breeze that he just stood still for a moment to enjoy.
Raking his flaxen hair with his long fingers, he sighed. Moonlight caused the light sheen of sweat to really radiate his form and bronzed torso. He was a lithe thing, well built, but wiry. Caught in the moonlight, alone in the night, he somehow seemed smaller and more vulnerable.
He heard a rush of wind, like something fast had moved on the building tops above him and looked up to catch a glimpse. Amethyst orbs reflected the light cast from the moon, as a confused look crossed his face.
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Marik and Malik :
Those large lavender orbs watched his food being taken away with a whimper, before acknowledging the hand pulling him to the stage.
Marik watched with a smirk as his light was pulled away from his 'pure' salad into a not so wholesome activity. Oh, this he couldn't miss.
Malik looked into those piercing purple eyes with relief and comfort. He leaned in, pressing his smaller body against Draco's and started to sway slowly, grinding and shadowing Draco's moves. He used to love to sneak out of the house and into the raves to feel his body move with the music.
His eyes almost closed as they narrowed so much with desire and love. His lithe frame complementing Draco's own, he closed his eyes, tilted his head back and gave himself over to the music as he so often had in the raves.
Marik was in shock! He almost lost his meat as a piece fell out of his gaping jaw. When in the hell did his innocent lighter half learn to do that. ********, he wanted the boy and it was just another piece of himself.
He smirked, 'well, it may be narcissistic, but damn I am hot!' He watched the pair with intense interest, noting how Draco seemed to calm the normally very reserved boy and bring out the best in him. It would be his turn soon enough, but totally opposite of his light, he didn't shadow his partners. He tended to move in an opposite but complimentary way, still as an individual, relishing the chaos and dramatic flare of the movements.
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A simple sigh escaped those parted pale lips as his closed eyes started to open a Draco's touch and words. The hips grinding against his own felt so good, Malik didn't want it to stop and only whimpered softly when his lover drew away.
Again, the music was still there, pulsing, drawing him on. His eyes closed again, body moving in time to the music, passion swaying him as his long flaxen hair swayed loosely along his back and chest.
He hadn't even noticed when he started dancing near the other body on the stage that seemed to draw him in by their sheer warmth.
Marik smirked, knowing it would come. He stood following Draco out to the floor, not too far from his seductively swaying light.
He caught up in the music, moving alternately to Draco's moves. Every bit as complimentary as Malik had been but very much an individual. His dynamic flair and original moves were something to see.
Finally, he drew Malik back into his arms, where he was safe from any tempted hungry vamps, and ground against the boys tail, pressing Malik's front side against Draco's. Now they had a Malik sandwich and No One could doubt what the three of them would be doing later.
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exs playing Seto, Joey and Malik
A lone blond waltzed up a sloping hill in the socially elite district. A large stone wall, topped with rod iron bars to his left. He had been instructed by his sister where he was 'Not to be' and this was among those locations.
Since his recent move to Domino city, he had been enrolled in the local school and turned a few of his recent acquaintances from Battle City into friendships. Not the deep, intimate ones the existing core group already shared, but at least it was something. Life underground did nothing to develop ones social skills.
Joey was among those few people he had made friends with and would follow through on their discussions..
He found that while his science instructions had been severely stunted, his mathematics excelled; thus landing him in his current situation. Even at Battle City, the youth was fascinated by the change in the density of water when it froze, allowing it to float in liquid. He was often teased by the group and other students at how he marveled at the simplest of things.
Joey was in Malik's science classes, not because of lack of instruction, but lack of interest. The two had started to warm up by the end of their adventures, but friendship didn't form until they shared the class. While the other students would pull at his hair, throw wads of paper, or tease him for his effeminate appearance, Wheeler would just talk to him.
While his extremely advanced math skills set him into the top class, Set Kaiba's class. His instructor had introduced him, holding him in place with both hands on his shoulders, above the jeers from the students. Although the CEO seldom spoke, his derisive snort was enough to send the boy running from the room; if not for the instructor securing him in place. The jeers and taunts continued until he proved his theories on the chalk board in front of the class.
So, despite Isis' instructions to not upset her clients by being in the wrong areas of town, he was walking along the Kaiba mansion to meet the other blond.
Joey Wheeler perched himself, back against the four foot stone wall that framed the impossibly towering iron fence. "What took you so long? I've been waiting here for half an hour."
"Sorry," the smaller blond conceded. "Isis wanted to know where I was going and who with. I had to worm my way out of the house." he explained as he leaped to sit atop the stone wall.
Joey joined him, the two sat not ten feet from the gated main entrance, in hopes of catching the CEO.
"I still don't see why you can't just talk to him at school," said the Egyptian.
A playful slap to the back of his head followed with the explanation,” because he's a condescending jerk in school. He emits of aura of bother me and die."
The two were lost in playful banter, mock fighting and laughing when the gates opened to allow a sleek limo passage.
Seto Kaiba watched in amusement at the two blonds, dwarfed by the over-sized fencing, looking fro all the world like two children; their legs swinging, faces beaming with innocence, and hands catching each other mid swing in play. Neither had even noticed the vehicle pulling up until it's occupants spoke.
A giant smirk overtook the CEO's face as he and his guest watched the two boys playing. "Hey losers," his low voice boomed with authority,” if you two second rate amateurs have nothing better to do, you may want to tag along and watch the big boys duel. We're crowning off the opening of the new Kaiba Corp, duel monsters theme park with a duel of epic proportions. "
The brunette couldn't help but think of how the two resembled his little brother with one of his playmates.
The other occupant also wore a broad smirk at the site of the two shocked blonds. The panic written across their faces as they were caught gaped mouthed, wide eyed, and mid swing as if holding hands, was priceless. They were too cute..
Enormous honey'd and amethyst eyes overtook the blonds faces even while they closed their mouths in stunned silence, pouting. They looked to each other in silent agreement before jumping off the wall to approach the limo.
"Whadya mean, second rate?" mouthed the pissed off taller blond. "We're Battle city finalists, Malik almost beat Yugi." He raised his arms above him in illustration of his rising temper that only Kaiba could inspire from him; for all the world looking like a small child's tantrum.
Malik nodded at his side," I didn't see any sparks from your a** when I took second contender," he smarted off. "You looked rather miffed from the side lines watching," the blond smirked at his own victory.
"As I recall, you were rescued by Yugi, princess. It was your other self dueling," retorted the calm brunette. His sapphire eyes twinkled at the two blonds frustration. "Get in, we can fight on the way."
Malik climbed in the limo, casting glares at Yami and Seto as he passed them since neither would move over. He hoped Joey would follow his lead.
That a*****e, how could he be such a d**k! Malik crossed his arms fuming as he sat next to the pharaoh and continued fuming and glaring at Kaiba. what's more, how could the other blond like this guy?
He could not believe the Pharaoh was smirking to his right. Did he really agree with the CEO's tactics or that he and Wheeler were merely amateur, third rate duelists?
He wished for a moment that Bakura was coming as well. The ring spirit would surely wipe the smug looks off the other two's faces. Why wasn't he here yet?
Was it Kaiba's intent to pick him up as well or was he meeting them there?
His glare dropped as he suddenly noticed something, he stared at the two wide eyed in disbelief. That wasn't a mocking smirk he was seeing on their faces, was it? He knew he had seen that look before, but where? Was that .. a wolfish hunger in the brunettes piercing eyes?? WTF?? Was the same look on the pharaoh as well.
He dropped his arms to scoot a further away to the other side of the limo's passenger cab, not looking as sure of himself now. Was Joey even aware that something was off?
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ex s of Kaiba and Malik
Kaiba smirked as the blond Ishtar boy returned panting. "You made good time, Malik. Three minutes and twenty two seconds," he proclaimed holding the stop watch aloft.
Malik glared, growling at the CEO, with his back to the door, fresh from his exertion. "Running naked through the grounds with Kudjo and his pack of frenzied mutts is NOT a friendly dare."
He panted too exhausted from his adrenaline induced high to care that he was still naked.
"who said we were friends," shot the all too amused brunette. "Who's next?"
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Ryou and Malik
Ryou Bakura sighed, setting down his groceries and sitting on the park bench.
"why me?" he asked himself quietly about all the thoughts in his head.
He had a psycho hot yami, a crazy but cute best friend with his own even crazier smelty hot yami, and a nutty school friend who's very outspoken yami maintained a minimal control over the other two of it's kind.
It was hard enough whenever the sexy Egyptians were around, his dark half who took his surname Bakura, would pace around muttering to himself. One time he had a rope, a knife, and cool whip. Ryou shuddered at the memory; why was his dark so hard to understand.
His only too cute best friend kept hugging him, cuddling during movies, held his hand when they walked, and even kissed his cheek when he came or went. If only he knew how frustrating it was for him, as he tried to hide his arousal from his pal he KNEW would reject him.
What's more, Seto Kaiba kept coming around to taunt him into a re-match ever since battle City. He'd ask the boy to coffee, but Ryou was certain it was a trap leading into a duel.
Ryou had just figured out about a month ago that he was gay. He highly doubted any of his other friends or acquaintances were. He though for sure Tristan and Joey were straight.
Tristan only ever stopped fighting with Duke over Serenity when Ryou would walk in. Then swept up with concern, he would dote on the pale boy, trying to see if he needed anything; he really was such a good friend.
Joe always had his eyes caressing Mai's chest, and would slap Ryou's behind when he came by.
He was doomed to be alone and if he ever did come out of the closet, he was certain his dark would kill him. Marik would laugh himself to death, and Malik might stop hanging around.
Yugi was already almost non existent, with the shop, Yami, and working as a game tester for Kaiba. Any time he ran into the pair, Yami treated him like he was made of glass, holding his hand and asking him how he was. Yugi couldn't stop catering and trying to feed him.
Now these new guys Jaden and Valron had started to hang about; Ryou was certain they were nothing but trouble. The two were always tagging around, trying to talk to him. He knew they just had to be trying to make a rep for themselves by dueling a Battle City Finalist.
He held himself as shelter from the wind. No use prolonging it, he picked back up his groceries to start on his walk home.
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Bakura ( I almost never get to play him)
Dark eyes scanned the city laid out before him from the roof top of his hosts apartments.
Something had happened. He had been inhabiting the boy's body for so long, it felt like he had shaken off the extra weight and could fly.
Free; that summed it up. After 3000 years trapped in the ring, and six years of sharing a body with an unwilling host, he had his own body again.
It was all coming back to him; the unfulfilled cry for vengeance of his people, the spilled blood of his own family, the supposed innocence of the pharaoh, and the injustice of being banished into the ring before he could kill him.
It mattered not that the Pharaoh himself nor that his father had been ignorant to the atrocities committed by the high priest. After thousands of years existing timelessly, in a f*ing piece of jewelry, it smeared together all the fine lines and shades of grey in the reborn spirit's eyes.
That b**tard has seen it fitting to trap him inside the Millennium item he had killed one of the priests over. Ironic he thought it justice when no one was more entitled to the items than the lone survivor of the people sacrificed in their creation.
The unfed vengeance of the souls of his people sealed within the items during their making, desired him to join them; their pain and hate feeding his own.
All that mattered was that the pharaohs 'people' had wiped out his own. That life needed to be repaid with the blood of the dynastic line guilty for genocide of his people.
"If I'm alive and whole, then it stands to reason that rat b**tard is as well," he mused aloud.
The King of Thieves reborn into the very image of his reincarnation, Ryou Bakura, would resume his search for the Millennium items; uninhibited by the priests they were entrusted to, or the host whose conscience plagued him.
He would unite them, gain their power, become a god, and kill that reborn f* of a Pharaoh.
His blood boiled as he plotted his next steps.
Bakura shook all thoughts from his. For the time being, he was stuck here. He decided it was time to have a talk with his former host.
True, he and the boy had been on the outs. He had kept possessing the boys body to scout around. Now he had his own and would need a place to stay.
Maybe Ryou would hear him out, and sympathize with his cause. He was after all a part of himself, reborn in the distant future. He knew the boy had been alone for so long, and like himself had lost so much.
He fumbled in his pockets with something for a moment, a key? He removed the jingling object from his coat pocket, placing it securely under the belt area of his pants. Pockets were far too easy a target for thieves, and dammit, you couldn't trust anyone these days. (LOL)
Swiftly he made his way down to the six floor apartment.
Long white hair fanned out behind him, lending a softer illusion about him. The winds blew back the tails of his coat as he walked, revealing long slender legs, and a lean frame to match. His acutely angled face and large eyes that he narrowed out of habit, gave him an almost feline appearance.
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First I'd like to say that I'm sorry for spamming your board, but I didn't see anywhere else to submit the application on the home page. I may have overlooked it, but I did read it three times.
My handle is Mystralwind and I rpg On these sites most commonly:
Roses Shrine
Egyptian Games
Anime Garden
-----------------------------------------------------
-- Why do you want to join?
I love to role play to better understand the character dynamics for writing fics.
-- Is there anything you wish to add to the guild?
I can fiction and art to a degree, based on the ratings and space.
-- Your favorite character and/or pairing
I play many characters as needed but prefer to have Malik, Seto, or Marik, or Bakura and I love playing villains.
-----------------
As far as rpg examples all I have are some I tossed together to post on ff.net in hopes of dragging in more role players to roses Shrine. I hope you will find my submission acceptable.
Please keep in mind we become short people to play the roles on those sites and have to take up 2-3 characters each per rpg sometimes.
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Malik:
Malik was working late at the Bakura's museum. It was his sister's display, but she had asked him to tend to it today while she met with the exhibits' benefactor, Seto Kaiba. He knew it was his obligation as well since his sister and brother took care of him.
It was almost 11 pm or 2300 hrs as he had learned the translation in his travels from Egypt. It was still warm on these summer nights, with the added labor of shuffling crates and cleaning the building up from today's tours, he started to perspire.
He removed his shirt, revealing the ancient traditional engravings left on him from the tomb keepers initiation when he was just a boy. Nobody would care or be revolted from them since he was ALONE in the museum on the higher end of town.
He opened the back door, gathering all the trash from the day to take out to the alley behind it. There was a subtle breeze that he just stood still for a moment to enjoy.
Raking his flaxen hair with his long fingers, he sighed. Moonlight caused the light sheen of sweat to really radiate his form and bronzed torso. He was a lithe thing, well built, but wiry. Caught in the moonlight, alone in the night, he somehow seemed smaller and more vulnerable.
He heard a rush of wind, like something fast had moved on the building tops above him and looked up to catch a glimpse. Amethyst orbs reflected the light cast from the moon, as a confused look crossed his face.
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Marik and Malik :
Those large lavender orbs watched his food being taken away with a whimper, before acknowledging the hand pulling him to the stage.
Marik watched with a smirk as his light was pulled away from his 'pure' salad into a not so wholesome activity. Oh, this he couldn't miss.
Malik looked into those piercing purple eyes with relief and comfort. He leaned in, pressing his smaller body against Draco's and started to sway slowly, grinding and shadowing Draco's moves. He used to love to sneak out of the house and into the raves to feel his body move with the music.
His eyes almost closed as they narrowed so much with desire and love. His lithe frame complementing Draco's own, he closed his eyes, tilted his head back and gave himself over to the music as he so often had in the raves.
Marik was in shock! He almost lost his meat as a piece fell out of his gaping jaw. When in the hell did his innocent lighter half learn to do that. ********, he wanted the boy and it was just another piece of himself.
He smirked, 'well, it may be narcissistic, but damn I am hot!' He watched the pair with intense interest, noting how Draco seemed to calm the normally very reserved boy and bring out the best in him. It would be his turn soon enough, but totally opposite of his light, he didn't shadow his partners. He tended to move in an opposite but complimentary way, still as an individual, relishing the chaos and dramatic flare of the movements.
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A simple sigh escaped those parted pale lips as his closed eyes started to open a Draco's touch and words. The hips grinding against his own felt so good, Malik didn't want it to stop and only whimpered softly when his lover drew away.
Again, the music was still there, pulsing, drawing him on. His eyes closed again, body moving in time to the music, passion swaying him as his long flaxen hair swayed loosely along his back and chest.
He hadn't even noticed when he started dancing near the other body on the stage that seemed to draw him in by their sheer warmth.
Marik smirked, knowing it would come. He stood following Draco out to the floor, not too far from his seductively swaying light.
He caught up in the music, moving alternately to Draco's moves. Every bit as complimentary as Malik had been but very much an individual. His dynamic flair and original moves were something to see.
Finally, he drew Malik back into his arms, where he was safe from any tempted hungry vamps, and ground against the boys tail, pressing Malik's front side against Draco's. Now they had a Malik sandwich and No One could doubt what the three of them would be doing later.
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exs playing Seto, Joey and Malik
A lone blond waltzed up a sloping hill in the socially elite district. A large stone wall, topped with rod iron bars to his left. He had been instructed by his sister where he was 'Not to be' and this was among those locations.
Since his recent move to Domino city, he had been enrolled in the local school and turned a few of his recent acquaintances from Battle City into friendships. Not the deep, intimate ones the existing core group already shared, but at least it was something. Life underground did nothing to develop ones social skills.
Joey was among those few people he had made friends with and would follow through on their discussions..
He found that while his science instructions had been severely stunted, his mathematics excelled; thus landing him in his current situation. Even at Battle City, the youth was fascinated by the change in the density of water when it froze, allowing it to float in liquid. He was often teased by the group and other students at how he marveled at the simplest of things.
Joey was in Malik's science classes, not because of lack of instruction, but lack of interest. The two had started to warm up by the end of their adventures, but friendship didn't form until they shared the class. While the other students would pull at his hair, throw wads of paper, or tease him for his effeminate appearance, Wheeler would just talk to him.
While his extremely advanced math skills set him into the top class, Set Kaiba's class. His instructor had introduced him, holding him in place with both hands on his shoulders, above the jeers from the students. Although the CEO seldom spoke, his derisive snort was enough to send the boy running from the room; if not for the instructor securing him in place. The jeers and taunts continued until he proved his theories on the chalk board in front of the class.
So, despite Isis' instructions to not upset her clients by being in the wrong areas of town, he was walking along the Kaiba mansion to meet the other blond.
Joey Wheeler perched himself, back against the four foot stone wall that framed the impossibly towering iron fence. "What took you so long? I've been waiting here for half an hour."
"Sorry," the smaller blond conceded. "Isis wanted to know where I was going and who with. I had to worm my way out of the house." he explained as he leaped to sit atop the stone wall.
Joey joined him, the two sat not ten feet from the gated main entrance, in hopes of catching the CEO.
"I still don't see why you can't just talk to him at school," said the Egyptian.
A playful slap to the back of his head followed with the explanation,” because he's a condescending jerk in school. He emits of aura of bother me and die."
The two were lost in playful banter, mock fighting and laughing when the gates opened to allow a sleek limo passage.
Seto Kaiba watched in amusement at the two blonds, dwarfed by the over-sized fencing, looking fro all the world like two children; their legs swinging, faces beaming with innocence, and hands catching each other mid swing in play. Neither had even noticed the vehicle pulling up until it's occupants spoke.
A giant smirk overtook the CEO's face as he and his guest watched the two boys playing. "Hey losers," his low voice boomed with authority,” if you two second rate amateurs have nothing better to do, you may want to tag along and watch the big boys duel. We're crowning off the opening of the new Kaiba Corp, duel monsters theme park with a duel of epic proportions. "
The brunette couldn't help but think of how the two resembled his little brother with one of his playmates.
The other occupant also wore a broad smirk at the site of the two shocked blonds. The panic written across their faces as they were caught gaped mouthed, wide eyed, and mid swing as if holding hands, was priceless. They were too cute..
Enormous honey'd and amethyst eyes overtook the blonds faces even while they closed their mouths in stunned silence, pouting. They looked to each other in silent agreement before jumping off the wall to approach the limo.
"Whadya mean, second rate?" mouthed the pissed off taller blond. "We're Battle city finalists, Malik almost beat Yugi." He raised his arms above him in illustration of his rising temper that only Kaiba could inspire from him; for all the world looking like a small child's tantrum.
Malik nodded at his side," I didn't see any sparks from your a** when I took second contender," he smarted off. "You looked rather miffed from the side lines watching," the blond smirked at his own victory.
"As I recall, you were rescued by Yugi, princess. It was your other self dueling," retorted the calm brunette. His sapphire eyes twinkled at the two blonds frustration. "Get in, we can fight on the way."
Malik climbed in the limo, casting glares at Yami and Seto as he passed them since neither would move over. He hoped Joey would follow his lead.
That a*****e, how could he be such a d**k! Malik crossed his arms fuming as he sat next to the pharaoh and continued fuming and glaring at Kaiba. what's more, how could the other blond like this guy?
He could not believe the Pharaoh was smirking to his right. Did he really agree with the CEO's tactics or that he and Wheeler were merely amateur, third rate duelists?
He wished for a moment that Bakura was coming as well. The ring spirit would surely wipe the smug looks off the other two's faces. Why wasn't he here yet?
Was it Kaiba's intent to pick him up as well or was he meeting them there?
His glare dropped as he suddenly noticed something, he stared at the two wide eyed in disbelief. That wasn't a mocking smirk he was seeing on their faces, was it? He knew he had seen that look before, but where? Was that .. a wolfish hunger in the brunettes piercing eyes?? WTF?? Was the same look on the pharaoh as well.
He dropped his arms to scoot a further away to the other side of the limo's passenger cab, not looking as sure of himself now. Was Joey even aware that something was off?
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ex s of Kaiba and Malik
Kaiba smirked as the blond Ishtar boy returned panting. "You made good time, Malik. Three minutes and twenty two seconds," he proclaimed holding the stop watch aloft.
Malik glared, growling at the CEO, with his back to the door, fresh from his exertion. "Running naked through the grounds with Kudjo and his pack of frenzied mutts is NOT a friendly dare."
He panted too exhausted from his adrenaline induced high to care that he was still naked.
"who said we were friends," shot the all too amused brunette. "Who's next?"
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Ryou and Malik
Ryou Bakura sighed, setting down his groceries and sitting on the park bench.
"why me?" he asked himself quietly about all the thoughts in his head.
He had a psycho hot yami, a crazy but cute best friend with his own even crazier smelty hot yami, and a nutty school friend who's very outspoken yami maintained a minimal control over the other two of it's kind.
It was hard enough whenever the sexy Egyptians were around, his dark half who took his surname Bakura, would pace around muttering to himself. One time he had a rope, a knife, and cool whip. Ryou shuddered at the memory; why was his dark so hard to understand.
His only too cute best friend kept hugging him, cuddling during movies, held his hand when they walked, and even kissed his cheek when he came or went. If only he knew how frustrating it was for him, as he tried to hide his arousal from his pal he KNEW would reject him.
What's more, Seto Kaiba kept coming around to taunt him into a re-match ever since battle City. He'd ask the boy to coffee, but Ryou was certain it was a trap leading into a duel.
Ryou had just figured out about a month ago that he was gay. He highly doubted any of his other friends or acquaintances were. He though for sure Tristan and Joey were straight.
Tristan only ever stopped fighting with Duke over Serenity when Ryou would walk in. Then swept up with concern, he would dote on the pale boy, trying to see if he needed anything; he really was such a good friend.
Joe always had his eyes caressing Mai's chest, and would slap Ryou's behind when he came by.
He was doomed to be alone and if he ever did come out of the closet, he was certain his dark would kill him. Marik would laugh himself to death, and Malik might stop hanging around.
Yugi was already almost non existent, with the shop, Yami, and working as a game tester for Kaiba. Any time he ran into the pair, Yami treated him like he was made of glass, holding his hand and asking him how he was. Yugi couldn't stop catering and trying to feed him.
Now these new guys Jaden and Valron had started to hang about; Ryou was certain they were nothing but trouble. The two were always tagging around, trying to talk to him. He knew they just had to be trying to make a rep for themselves by dueling a Battle City Finalist.
He held himself as shelter from the wind. No use prolonging it, he picked back up his groceries to start on his walk home.
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Bakura ( I almost never get to play him)
Dark eyes scanned the city laid out before him from the roof top of his hosts apartments.
Something had happened. He had been inhabiting the boy's body for so long, it felt like he had shaken off the extra weight and could fly.
Free; that summed it up. After 3000 years trapped in the ring, and six years of sharing a body with an unwilling host, he had his own body again.
It was all coming back to him; the unfulfilled cry for vengeance of his people, the spilled blood of his own family, the supposed innocence of the pharaoh, and the injustice of being banished into the ring before he could kill him.
It mattered not that the Pharaoh himself nor that his father had been ignorant to the atrocities committed by the high priest. After thousands of years existing timelessly, in a f*ing piece of jewelry, it smeared together all the fine lines and shades of grey in the reborn spirit's eyes.
That b**tard has seen it fitting to trap him inside the Millennium item he had killed one of the priests over. Ironic he thought it justice when no one was more entitled to the items than the lone survivor of the people sacrificed in their creation.
The unfed vengeance of the souls of his people sealed within the items during their making, desired him to join them; their pain and hate feeding his own.
All that mattered was that the pharaohs 'people' had wiped out his own. That life needed to be repaid with the blood of the dynastic line guilty for genocide of his people.
"If I'm alive and whole, then it stands to reason that rat b**tard is as well," he mused aloud.
The King of Thieves reborn into the very image of his reincarnation, Ryou Bakura, would resume his search for the Millennium items; uninhibited by the priests they were entrusted to, or the host whose conscience plagued him.
He would unite them, gain their power, become a god, and kill that reborn f* of a Pharaoh.
His blood boiled as he plotted his next steps.
Bakura shook all thoughts from his. For the time being, he was stuck here. He decided it was time to have a talk with his former host.
True, he and the boy had been on the outs. He had kept possessing the boys body to scout around. Now he had his own and would need a place to stay.
Maybe Ryou would hear him out, and sympathize with his cause. He was after all a part of himself, reborn in the distant future. He knew the boy had been alone for so long, and like himself had lost so much.
He fumbled in his pockets with something for a moment, a key? He removed the jingling object from his coat pocket, placing it securely under the belt area of his pants. Pockets were far too easy a target for thieves, and dammit, you couldn't trust anyone these days. (LOL)
Swiftly he made his way down to the six floor apartment.
Long white hair fanned out behind him, lending a softer illusion about him. The winds blew back the tails of his coat as he walked, revealing long slender legs, and a lean frame to match. His acutely angled face and large eyes that he narrowed out of habit, gave him an almost feline appearance.
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