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Screenshot redraw (sorta) while I figure out how im gonna draw this asshole.

Part of the challenge is trying to make the hair believable as like.  Hair. That moves and junk.  And not just a solid mass. Which kinda kills the bat wing thing but I’m still workin on it.

Based his face shape off mine, actually. I imagine he’d look rather tired and unhealthy since he isn’t feeding his host body very well. Since my best reference for “Tired, angry, and with a horrible diet” is me, I want to work that in.  

Especially in Japanese, because of his phenomenal voice actress, Yami Bakura gives me this aura of a very murderous child.  Or at least someone very young. Which amps up the creep factor a lot. So I went with rounder features for now. Even though the spirit is thousands of years old, being inside Ryou’s body, and using that voice just gives off this air of ominous wrongness and It really drew me to the character.  For a good while there, you have no idea who he is, what he wants, or how powerful he is.  But the presence of the character is extremely foreboding, and something I enjoyed a lot.  He very much gave me a vibe that “This is just the tip of the iceberg.”  Also its really fun to watch when Marik pisses him off, that’s cool too.

OKAY SO LIKE

SERIOUSLY YAMI

SERIOUSLY

WHY WOULD YOU EVEN CONSIDER PLAYING THE SEAL OF ORICALCOS

WHY

LIKE IT HASN’T BEEN PLAYED SO IF YOU LOSE YOU DON’T LOSE YOUR SOUL

IF RAPHAEL LOSES, HE DOESN’T LOSE HIS SOUL

SO WHY

WHAT IT BASICALLY COMES DOWN TO IS PRIDE. YOU ARE TOO PROUD TO ADMIT YOU’VE BEEN OUTWITTED SO YOU PLAYED THE ONE CARD THAT YOU SHOULDN’T LIKE

SERIOUSLY

IF YOU HAD LOST, IT WOULD HAVE MADE NO DIFFERENCE.

NO ONE WOULD HAVE LOST THEIR SOUL AND YOU WOULD HAVE WALKED AWAY SCOT FREE. OR, AT WORST, BEEN FORCED INTO A REMATCH WITH RAPHAEL

SERIOUSLY

YOU SHOULDA JUST THROWN THE CARD OVER THE CLIFF WHEN YOU HAD THE FREAKING CHANCE

Like, Yami’s so freaked out over the Oricalcos and the Leviathan that he literally just loses his cool. He feels powerless and helpless; his magic is USELESS to him in the face of the Oricalcos, and basically every encounter with it just reminds him of how young he really is. He’s off his game, and then Raphael starts seriously messing with his head and hits him right where it hurts; he takes a stab right in Yami’s most vulnerable spot–his lack of memories. He can’t remember who he is, so what if Raphael is RIGHT?? He has no idea. And you realize how young Yami really is; this encounter reveals the truth that deep down, he’s just a scared 15 year old kid who routinely gets thrown into messes that he didn’t even MAKE and is basically told to fix it because he’s the most powerful soul in the entire world.

Like, how unfair is that??? This kid didn’t ASK to be born with this kind of power, and yet everyone uses him because of it – even the “good” guys! Like the Dark Magician Girl in this season, the Court Priests in Ancient Egypt, Ishizu in Battle City. Everyone looks to him like OH PHARAOH PLEASE SAVE US PLEASE and not once do any of these people offer to hELP HIM.

The only people who actually stick their necks out and try to ACTIVELY help him are Yuugi and his friends. They’re the only ones who see him and say, “He’s ONE GUY and he can’t save the world by himself!”

Yami turns away no one because it doesn’t even register to him that he has a CHOICE. I was born powerful, he thinks to himself, so that means I must do as they ask and save the world. He gets used and abused at every turn just because he’s incredibly powerful and he doesn’t even complain once. I just…this kid makes me want to cry sometimes. 

And here? The Oricalcos does reveal the truth, I guess; it showed us that Yami is really nothing more than a scared, 15 year old kid who’s just trying to do right by other humans. And he seriously needs like a million hugs, SERIOUSLY

Bakura could bear it no longer.

The yami had taken control of Ryou’s body for a few days (how many, he didn’t care to remember), and in the midst of scheming for his next encounter with the blasted pharaoh, his stomach released an infuriated gurgle. The gurgle evolved into an unpleasant bubbling a few hours later. At the moment, painful blasts that vaguely reminded Bakura of cramps forced him to stumble his way over to Ryou’s refrigerator.

As his luck would have it, the damn thing was bare excepting vanilla frosting and a half empty bottle of wasabi.

The yami flipped a middle finger back towards whichever god cursed him to be hungry without any food, smashed Ryou’s piggy bank with a strange sense of accomplishment, and left the apartment with his pockets bulging with change (Ryou made such a fuss when he borrowed anything, even essentials like knives, rope, cards, and the occasional eyeball).

After an unremarkable stroll to the market, Bakura entered through the automatic doors with a dramatic flair as the air conditioning rushed outside and blew his white hair up and behind him. He nearly laughed when a small child timidly reached for her mother’s hand at the sight of the villain. Instead, the yami sauntered to the coolers at the end of the store.

Bakura stifled a yawn as he compared prices of different steak cuts. Grocery shopping was too mundane for a king. “Why am I subjecting myself to this?” he mumbled grouchily. How did Ryou do this once a week? The words were blurring together and smashing a certain pharaoh’s head in seemed far more appealing than-

Oh, Ryou.

The yami allowed a wicked grin to cross his features before viciously ejecting Ryou from his soul room. The Millennium Ring gave a showy flash and dragged Bakura back to his respective bondage.

Lost. Confused. Hungry.

Ryou brought a shaky hand to his forehead. “Where did my yami leave me now?” he murmured as his senses crept back into focus. Much to his displeasure, the first item his eyes zeroed in on was the leg in his grasp.

The plastic covered thigh dropped with a sickening plop back onto the pile of various meats. Out of all the body parts Ryou half expected to encounter while living with his yami, a lamb’s choicest cuts were at the bottom of his mental list. Nevertheless, he backed away from the creepy animal parts

And tripped over his untied shoelace.

Change spilled and rolled out of his overstuffed pockets all throughout the isle. Ryou allowed himself to blink in discontent before twisting off his back and scrambling after the escaping coins. His ears turned scarlet when he mentally heard Bakura laughing his ass off at his predicament.

As his hand clapped over the last coin, Ryou grinned in victory and looked up to find something to grasp and pull himself off the ground. His eyes caught sight of and locked their gaze on a clear box of pastries.

When his host took longer than expected to move, Bakura gave an unhurried glance through Ryou’s eyes. The yami felt a sweat drop trail down the back of his neck.

“Oh hell no. You are not eating that crap,” he chided mentally. Bakura could only imagine the wide, heart eyes Ryou was giving the cream puffs while a bit of saliva drooled out the corner of his mouth. “You have no control when it comes to those repellent sweets, and that leads to a stomachache you make ME deal with- Host? Are you listening to me?”

Ryou was already halfway to the checkout counter by the time Bakura realized his sweet-crazed host wasn’t paying him the slightest attention. Feeling too lazy to continue arguing, the yami briefly hoped there was still some Pepto-Bismol in the medicine cabinet.

-The End-

By differentbreedoffreak / Icepool123

Thank you so much for the wonderful story!