yami bakura and yami marik

CHAPTER 1: THE WAY THINGS ARE

“Oh jeeze Bakura, just wake the hell up already!”
My eyelids twitched and opened. I figured there was something important going on, so I sat up with a groan. I yawned and supported myself with my arms. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and blinked, trying to see. I looked to the left and saw him leaning against the back wall, selanjutnya to my dresser.
“Finally. I wanna go out today.”
“Huh?” I berkata with a tired sigh. My mind was too foggy with exhaustion to comprehend anything.
“I . . . want to go . . . out . . . today,” the Spirit berkata slowly with...

CHAPTER 2: THE lost PHARAOH?


I built a good dinding with Ryo this morning, rudely waking him up and nagging him to let me go out. I hoped it would last. I don't want him too close to me atau the Ring.
Especially me.
I thought about this as I walked toward the coffee shop. I was surprised Ryo didn't demand me to tell him where I was going. Not that I would've told him, but still . . . He always seemed as if he thought I would do something bad atau commit theft. (Not that he didn't have a reason to think that. I was the Thief King 5,000 years ago, but Ryo didn't really know that part of my past.) Whatever...