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Anachronism	By : Ochodre Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 4984 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes: Yup, Necrofear can really do that... I'm surprised Baku didn't take advantage of it in the series, but then, the card was probably made after the manga / anime had already been done. It's a bit hard to read the text in it, but you can at least see it:
http://www.fornax.myby.co.uk/shadowgames/dark%20necrofear.jpg

I hope I didn't make it seem too much like Tristan and Joe were using him. They were really just being dorks. ^^; Yeah, they're like that in the manga, and Yugi to a much lesser extent. There's a few parts where they're trying to sneak suspicious videos around past Tea, but no, Ryou is DEFINATELY not like that. He's very polite and quiet, and really doesn't actually do a whole bunch with Yugi, Tristan and Joey a whole lot except follow them around through Duelist Kingdom.
Heh, thanks; I'm glad I'm keeping Bakura in character. I like him / her a lot too, and I agree that a lot of authors, even otherwise decent ones, don't give him the respect he deserves. Either they make him into some kind of man slut, or just make him angry and abrasive and completely ignore any of his powers of sly manipulation and finesse. I try to be true to that -- All throughout these two stories, Bakura NEVER uses magic (while she's in control, at least), and almost never resorts to physical violence. When she does, it's more out of fear than anger. She's scary just with her words and attitude. ^^
I'm trying to be true to Ryou as well. It's honestly kind of hard to figure out how he acts in the canon. A lot of times, you're not really sure if it's him or Bakura pretending to be him, at least in Battle City and a few times in Duelist Kingdom. But in the manga, he puts up a good fight against Bakura when Baku plays a Monster World shadow game with Yugi, Tristan, Tea and Joey. You can read the first half of it here:
http://www.janime.biz/manga/scaneng_DMWorld.html
Unfortunately, I'm not sure it gets up to the other parts I referenced and will reference. There was one point where Bakura was throwing dice, and using some kind of trick throw to get them to roll on their side. He could almost control what number they landed on by doing that. Ryou was able to take back control of one of his hands, and started screwing up Bakura's die rolls. So... Bakura stabbed that hand on a sharp pointy game piece. x_x That'll come up later.

I did another doodle for the last chapter. This one's also sketchy, but you can see Bakura in her sort-of disguise:
http://art.worldweave.net/crap/orly.jpg
And a more finished pic of just Bakura:
http://www.worldweave.net/art/crap/madbaku_wip.jpg
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She dealt two cards

A queen and a three

And mumbled some words

That were so strange to me
Dark lady played black magic

Till the clock struck on the twelve

She told me more about me than I knew myself...

~Cher, "Dark Lady"
"Landlord?"
Bakura pushed open the door to Ryou's darkened room slowly. The boy was sitting on his bed, staring at a wall.
"I wouldn't have even cared if they'd just told me," he said to himself, lowering his head. "I knew they were up to something, but..."
"Don't take it personally. Teenage boys are perpetual liars. I know, I was one once." She sat beside him, and considered a moment before adding. "Present company excluded."
"Heh, I don't fit in much with them, do I?" Ryou's face softened, and he drew his legs up onto his bed.
"You're nothing like them, thank god," Bakura unconsciously reached over and pushed some of his bangs back. He blinked up at her, and she gave him the faintest of genuine smiles to make up for his misery. Ryou smiled back.
"Well, come on. We don't need them to have fun," the thief shocked the smile off his face by pushing him back onto the bed and resting her elbow on his chest. As she'd predicted, a blush lit up his face. She snickered, pulling her deck out of her pocket. "I'm talking about dueling. What were you thinking?"
"N-nothing," he sputtered, staring up at her. She rolled her eyes and sat up.
"Forget what I said. You're a liar, same as them," Bakura chided, but there was an amused grin on her lips. Part of her was distantly aware that her actions could be considered flirtatious, but a strange mood and gripped her and she didn't care. She wanted to give her landlord back the happiness his so-called friends had taken away.
"I-I..." Ryou inhaled and shook his head, voice going quiet. "I think I've had enough of dueling for a while."
"Mmh, I don't blame you," Bakura let the tiniest bit of sympathy creep into her voice, shuffling her deck. "Though... There are other things you can do with cards."
Ryou looked at her blankly, and she held up few cards she had captured between the joints of her fingers. "Would you like your fortune told?"
He sat up, puzzled. "How does that work?"
"Simple. I take a bunch of random cards..." Bakura grabbed a handful of cards that laid on Ryou's night stand, shuffling them in with her deck, "And lay out a certain number in certain patterns. Each card and its position signifies something else, depending on the pattern."
Her slim fingers set down three cards in front of him. "This is the most basic pattern. The first card..." She tapped it with her nail, "represents a subconscious problem or desire of the person in question."
The thief's nimble fingers lifted the card and held it up. "Ghoul With An Appetite." She cocked an eyebrow, and Ryou watched her, curious. "You hunger for something you feel is denied to you."
Ryou blinked. "What, though?"
"That's what the second card will determine." Her fingers hovered over it, drawing out the suspense. Both eyebrows raised now, and she revealed the card to him. He blushed.
"The Happy Lover. I suppose I don't need to explain what this card means," she chuckled, "But don't get too embarrassed, it covers all manner of love, familial and what not. I remember drawing this card for Pegasus..."
"Huh?"
Bakura shook her head. "Nothing. I simply read him his fortune, that's all. Yours will undoubtedly be better than his was." Her eyes turned to the last card. "This card will specify what kind of person you crave affection from. It can even detect specific people, sometimes. If it's Lady Panther, I'll know the way you eye the blond dolt's sister is not completely innocent," she teased, and turned over the card at an agonizingly slow pace.
Bakura blinked. It was one of her cards, Malevolent Nuzzler. She had expected to get something related to friendship or family.
"What's that one mean?" Ryou asked hesitantly.
"It's... someone who has both wronged you and made you happy." She shook her head and coughed, "With your rosy background, that could still be any number of people. Oh well."
Bakura neglected to mention that that particular card inferred a level of closeness that Ryou shared with no one but her.
Suddenly flustered, she swept the cards back into her deck and shuffled them hurriedly. "It's not a very accurate system of divination anyway, not half as good as real tarot cards or palm reading."
"Oh, well, maybe you could do that?" Ryou was obviously intrigued by her parlor magic, and offered her his hand.
"Eh? If you wish," the thief reached over and took his hand in both of hers, drawing it closer. "Stretch out your fingers."
Ryou did as he was told, and she lifted his hand, looking at it from all angles. She ran her fingers over the lines and mounds of his palm, and felt it start to shiver in her grasp.
"Relax, I'm not going to bite," she lifted her gaze to smile crookedly at him. He watched her anxiously, cheeks tinted red in the dark.
"Hm..." Bakura's fingers wandered over the joints of Ryou's, "Your hand is strange. You have artist fingers. Long, thin, delicate; I would expect as much, since you used to craft those Monster World pieces so skillfully. The rest of your hand is typical of an artist, you've a very short pinkie. That means low self-esteem, and poor or unused communication skills. Except..."
She set her palm against the side of his hand, "The skin here is rougher, callused. Here, you have the hand of a fighter. You used this hand in martial arts frequently, I presume?"
He nodded. Bakura's gaze wandered to his nails, and she curled his fingers down to get a better look at them.
"Your nails are immaculate, so you have a need for purity and organization. Perhaps too strong a one... like you're compensating because you feel impure." She looked at him and he shrugged helplessly.
"And your lines..." Bakura opened his palm again and set a finger, tracing one of the lines heading from his thumb to his wrist. "Your life line starts out very weak and ragged, and gets fainter and fainter, till..."
Her eyes fell on a wicked scar gnarled across his hand. Something in her chest sank with what felt like guilt. That was where she had impaled his rebellious hand on the Monster World tower. It directly interceded his life, fate and heart lines and set them off course.
When she spoke, her voice had become much quieter. "Till I came into your life."
"Bakura, it--"
"Ssh, I'm trying to read it," she rasped, looking down and away from his eyes. What she saw surprised her. Though the scar had warped his life line, it continued on much more strongly past it. The other lines were also much more visible. "Strange..."
"What is it?"
The thief shook her head. "Nothing. I'm can't see anything else." She let go of his hand, but her gaze wandered up the length of his arm. Without warning, she started pushing up his sleeve, until she had revealed his upper arm.
"Wha -- hey, what're you doing?" Ryou almost fell back, but held out his arm for her, thoroughly confused. She scooted closer, and her fingers grazed the much thicker scar of the old knife wound. Bakura was looking at it intently, with unreadable eyes. Sadness ebbed her stoicism, and her features started to fall into a lamenting expression. Her thin hands clutched his arm, and she brought her cheek against his torn skin, closing her eyes.
"Landlord," she whispered against his skin, gripped with an inexplicable grief that squeezed her throat shut. "I am sorry..."
Ryou was silent and still, until she felt his arm slowly move away from her. Its absence forced her to look up at him, and she hoped she didn't look as miserable as she now felt. She couldn't help but look surprised, though, when she felt Ryou's arm come back. It hooked over her shoulders and eased her closer. His other, scar-free arm went around her back and squeezed her. The thief slumped against his side and accepted the touch.
"It wasn't you," the boy finally spoke, and she felt the weight of his head on top of hers. "I... I remember that duel with Malik. I saw that... thing."
"That thing was a part of me," she responded in a rough but quiet tone, "All the Pharaoh had done was separate it from me."
"Maybe, but... you're still different. I know that's not who you are anymore. I don't hold anything against you," he spoke with sincerity, and Bakura felt one of his hands slide into her hair. Ryou murmured, "I forgave you long ago."
The boy kicked his shoes off and reclined slowly, shifting his position. This allowed him to hug her fully, and he came to rest on his side, taking her with him. He briefly tensed in surprise when he felt her slender arms creep around his chest, but he soon closed his eyes and just relished the contact.
"It's okay," he said softly, almost rubbing his face into the strange hackles of hair that rose from her head like horns, "I... you're my friend now, the past won't ever change that."
Bakura scrunched up under the attention and kindness from her old vessel. Her own face felt a little warm, and she was glad it was hidden against Ryou at the moment. The boy didn't often find the courage to be this affectionate towards her, and she liked it more than she was comfortable admitting.
Hell...
The same tickling hint of desire that had teased her while Ryou had given her dinner returned. In exchange, the needling barbs of pain that had still been in her stomach throughout the night vanished.
At what point are you going to stop being amused and start being something else...?
She was too tired to fight it this time, but luckily, she was also too comfortable to move at all.
***
Ryou was shaken awake by a body writhing in pain beside him.
"Wh... Bakura?" He yawned, rubbing his eyes and flipping on his bedside light. Bakura groaned and rolled away from it, digging her nails into his mattress and muttering incomprehensibly.
"What the hell is this?" She finally managed to hiss, clutching her side.
Ryou sat up quickly, immediately worried. "What's what?"
"My side, my kidneys, I can't goddamn tell--" Bakura wrenched her eyes shut and bit off a sound of pain, "Like someone has a vice on my organs... ngh, out of the way."
Ryou complied and she lumbered out of bed, stumbling and muttering acidly. He followed her, only stopping when she entered the bathroom. He waited outside of the door loyally, waiting to see if she would ask for something --
There was a strangled sound of surprise from the other side of the door.
"Fucking hell," a pained and incredulous voice swore, "Where did all this blood come from?!"
Ryou nearly fainted from panic, and was about to leap into the living room to grab the phone and call an ambulance, when logic slowly cut through his fog of blind concern. Bakura was now female, had been for several months, and had been acting a little odd and confounded by inexplicable aches lately.
Chamomile tea, he recalled, was not only good for putting people to sleep, but was also an excellent remedy for menstrual cramps.
"Oh, goodness," Ryou murmured to himself, sagging with relief. "Bakura, it's okay."
"Okay?! I'm bleeding like a stuck pig from my... god."
Ryou flinched. She almost sounded frightened. "Um, here, I'll go get you some tea and pain killers. Please, try to relax, I'll explain in a moment."
He heard her swear at nothing in particular, and hesitantly stepped away from the door and entered the kitchen. Ryou wrung his hands, antsy as the water boiled, and some part of him noted that Yugi, Tristan and Joey were still there, all fallen asleep on the couch and snoring. They had also made a mess of snack food wrappers and bags, but he had more pressing concerns at the moment. He poured a large mug of tea and milk, spooned in some honey for good measure, and cautiously opened the bathroom door.
"Here, I..." His voice died in his throat.
Bakura sat on the edge of the tub, her back to him, watching the tub fill with warm water and clutching her head.
She was completely nude, her clothes stripped off angrily and quickly and thrown on the floor.
He almost cursed himself for not knocking, but he was in too much of a daze to process that much information. The thief looked back over her shoulder at him, faintly irritated and defensive, but mostly confused.
"I-I-I'll ju, just put this, here, um, th-the pain killers are in... in the medicine chest..." His voice squeaked, and he shakily moved to set the mug on the vanity.
Bakura sighed and slid into the tub, concealing herself beneath the water. She curled up in the deeper end, drawing her knees up and hiding everything private. "Bring it to me, I don't feel like getting up."
Ryou barely heard her. He had never come close to seeing the full extent of Bakura's transformation. When he inhaled, he heard his own breath waver. Some part of him was still listening, though, and he mechanically walked to the side of the tub and sank down to his knees, concentrating on the wall so he wouldn't be tempted to look downwards. He handed her the mug.
She unfolded one arm and took it, and sipped with closed eyes. The pain subsided, and her shoulders relaxed. She opened one eye to look at him, demanding the explanation he promised. "So then, what is this?"
"N-nothing. It just means you're fertile." He sat down beside the tub and leaned against the wall, mimicking her pose. "Once a month, um, female... go through a... cycle."
Bakura looked down, thoughtful. "I recall that women had times when they were considered unclean in Egypt, but I never stuck around more than a few days, much less an entire month."
"Yes, well, um, the blood is from the -- uh... the interior of your uterus," Ryou recalled his health class, fixing his gaze on the toilet. "It... sheds its lining regularly, to get ready f-for a, er, a new egg."
"Egg?" She was obviously only half listening, too baffled to pay attention.
"Y-yes, you also have ovaries, which... are in your sides, and they have eggs in them, and that's probably where the pain is coming from. That, um, that's normal, they have to... tear a hole in themselves or something to release a new egg." Ryou rubbed his head, shuffling uncomfortably at having to recite his text book. It'd been bad enough reading and being tested on it the first time around.
"What the bleeding hell are you talking about, Ryou? Humans are not birds," Bakura furrowed her brow, grimacing at her own choice of words.
"W-well, no, but even mammals start out as small, single-celled eggs, which, grow and divide into multi-cellular organisms after f.. fertilization. Female -- um -- reproductive systems always try and keep a new egg in the uterus so it can be fertilized by a... male..."
"Huh." Bakura's expression relaxed and she raised her eyebrows. "I always figured they could pick whether or not they wanted to be knocked up." She smirked, lowering her head. "Wonder how many heirs the king of thieves left back in Egypt. And just how did you become so intimately familiar with female reproduction?"
"Science and health class," Ryou answered in a quiet, mortified voice. "I actually read the textbook instead of just snickering at the pictures."
"Figures." The thief nursed her tea and sighed, sinking further into the water as her posture relaxed. "So my body wants to spawn. Lovely," her voice croaked, and she buried her head into her arms. "I don't want to be a woman anymore, Ryou."
Ryou frowned and glanced over at her, trying to be sympathetic. "I can't say I can identify, but, um, if there's anything I can do... I know, I should probably go buy you some things from the pharmacy."
He started to stand, but a wet hand shot out of the tub and grabbed his shoulder, pinning him down.
"You're not going anywhere."
"But I--"
"Later." She lifted her head and looked at him, a wretched look threatening on her face. "Stay here."
"O... okay." Ryou settled back into his spot and leaned against the side of the tub, and Bakura replaced her hand with her head to keep him in place.
"Unless you can give me my manhood back, there's not a damned thing you can do for me anyway," she muttered into his shirt. "I feel disgusting..."
Ryou frowned and reached into the tub, setting his arm across her shoulders. "It's nothing you have control over."
Unconsciously, his fingers found her shoulder blade and started kneading lightly. Bakura blinked, staring at his neck.
"Where'd you learn that, landlord...?" She mumbled, taking a deep breath and arching her shoulders.
"Uh..."
Ryou didn't see her eyes roll back into her head, or hear the sound that almost welled up in her throat. But he did feel her lean forward, twisting so she could reach forward and hug him sideways and give his hand freer access to her back. At first he was frozen, but he slowly got the hint and brought his other hand around.
Ryou tried not to listen as she sighed under her breath, but what few words he picked up against his will made him wonder if the thief had momentarily become religious.
Imagine if your friends in the next room knew you were in here, massaging the shoulders of a naked, bathing girl, who was holding onto you and muttering things like that into your shirt... Who needs porn when you have the real thing, huh?
Ryou winced and shifted his weight, desperately trying to avoid thinking about where his hands were, or where hers were, for that matter. Slowly, his hands worked out the kinks in her upper back, and combined with his tea, soothed her back to sleep.
Despite his nervousness, Ryou yawned, still stroking her long after she'd gone quiet and her breath evened out. Too tired to fight off the inner voice teasing him, he nudged his head beside the thief's to join her in sleep.
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Illustrated the last scene with a sketchy doodle. c_c;
http://www.worldweave.net/art/crap/bath.jpg
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