Okay, mom :P This I put just to show you ^_^ Uhhh, so it won't stay up, I'll delete it later once I'm done with it :P Or maybe I can use it for the page to show you who each character is and such? :P

Um. Okay.

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Before the "Dark Ritual" (sacrifice)... Bakura and Devlin had "the talk"... my first Solo-RP is as follows:

Silver-white hair fell over the thief's shoulder as he shifted himself slightly in an attempt to become more comfortable with Devlin asleep on his lap. Carefully, he moved so that he wouldn't wake the boy up and moved his bag of cookies to the back of his desk before pushing back his crumb-filled glass of milk further back as well. Not too long ago, Devlin had been asking Bakura about things that he had never thought he would have to explain to someone, even if he still was able to just get pass without actually having to say too much. This time, it really was for the better.

It's Interesting.

It's interesting to think that when you finally have answers to questions you've long since wanted to know, that only more questions seem to develop from those very answers. A never ending list of questions and answers to be made and given. Especially when there's avoidance of certain questions or answers. How can one know the answers if they never ask the question? And how can one know to give an answer if the question is never asked?

Brushing dark hair away from Delvin's face, Bakura looked over to his laptop and looked at the page the screen was on. Egypt. Nothing in particular, just something that he had on the screen; even if thoughts filtered through his mind as he stared at the pyamids and the sand covering the ground of the picture on the main page. Memories. Old and new.

It's Different.

It's different when you're a type of person to go on living your life a certain way for so long, that something can come so suddenly and throw your way of life down another path. Or simply make it more eventful, tiresome, annoying - or anything. Something different then what you're used to. Causing a surge of emotions and feelings that you long since thought were gone. Or rather, never thought about it to begin with, so as far as you were aware... they never existed.

Reaching over, he quietly shut down the laptop, shifting in his seat very slowly as he still tried to not disturb the sleeping boy in his lap. The same person whom he had not too long ago finally admitted that he is like family to him - in not so many words. Family. Then there was some time prior the conversation that the thief and a certain Egyptian had that sent his mind spinning. The pale teen sighed to himself and leaned his head on the back of the chair.

It's Amazing.

It's amazing that from questions and answers and different events can create something that you've secretely seemed to have wanted. For some reason, it all makes sense now that you have it. Having something that's valuable. Treasured. The one treasure that you never thought you'd ever be able to get and as such, the one treasure you never searched for. And you didn't even have to steal to get it.

Almost cradling the boy, Bakura traced his fingers over his shirt, feeling the Sennen Ring just beneath the material. He sighed again. He currently had on the black-widow-like shirt that he had purchased while shopping with Malik. He snorted silently to himself as memories of that day went through his mind. From lifting the black shirt with the red symbol over the chest area to coming home with Malik to see the Shadow-Incarnate for the first time. Snarling silently at the memory of it the thief folded the laptop down and pushed it to the back of the desk.

It's Depressing.

It's depressing to know things about those very things that created what you seem to have secretly wanted. Know things and yet still be so blind to what is going on. Clouded by thoughts you never thought you'd ever have and feelings you thought you had lost thousands of years ago. Caring. Love. Compassion. Guilt. Family. It's depressing to know that there's something that you can do, but either way it could break the one thing you seem to have wanted to for so long... even if something else is going to break it.

Again, the yami tried to get comfortable in the chair. It was a fairly decent size chair and could easily fit two people, but he had been sitting there staring silently at the screen while eating his cookies for so long that he was actually feeling slightly numb. Feeling tired, though, was stronger than that feeling. He yawned and looked towards his door that was still open. It didn't matter. Devlin and Marik were the only ones who ever came to his room anyways; though, Marik hadn't for some time. Though now he knew what the... problem had been. Yawning his eyes went downcast.

It Breaks.

It breaks your heart to know that exactly what you wanted can be shattered so easily. It breaks your heart to know that you opened yourself up to vulnerability and emotions and hope -- to add to the failure that you constantly push aside because you know you're good enough to always surpass that or get something even greater than what you lost at with your first failure. It breaks your heart to know that you're stuck between two people that you have finally admitted to caring about and you can't do a thing without betraying one or the other.

Slender fingers subconciously continued to trace over the Sennen Ring beneath his shirt while his other arm was still wrapped around the waist of the boy in his lap. Head tilted back, eyes closed for a moment and Bakura brought his hand that had been tracing over the Sennen Ring to the side of his face. Tracing lightly over the scar on his right cheek, just beneath his eye. Still, his thoughts roamed from the conversation with Marik... to the Shadow-Incarnate... to the conversation with Marik and Malik... to the one with Devlin that he had just had. Standing in front of the other yami... hearing such happiness from the darkling... help from the Egyptian hikari. Still, they were thoughts that were reserved. Things no one really need to know about. Nothing beyond that of which he had blurted out to Marik or finally stated to Devlin. Besides, he was still the same psychotic, cookie-loving, confident, arrogant thief that he had always been. Only now, he was acknowledging things he had tried so hard to ignore. Only now, he was realizing exactly how he felt...

It Hurts.

It hurts to know these things. To know what you've said can cause reactions from others. Admitting something can open someone to something they had long been in denial, though - even then, you needed help. Reactions, such as such words and expressions and things you never thought you'd recieve. Reactions, such as happy sounds from the other by admitting that you do feel like part of a family... part of their family. It hurts to know that all this time after being completely alone, you're put into a completely different situation and do not know what to do or how to handle it. It hurts to know that something is drawing closer, you feel, and yet you are still having information withheld from you. It hurts to know that part of you doesn't want to know exactly what's being withheld in fear of wanting to actually do something to stop it. Yes, fear. Fear for something that you never thought you would have fear for.

Hand sliding from his scar to the side of the chair and his head falling to the side and resting on Devlin's head, the former tomb-robber slept. Even after having things said to him or by him, he still was not at peace with his feelings and probably never would be able to fully accept them. Even if he was still the same with others, he had already opened himself up so much to Marik, Devlin - and even Malik. Malik had seen more and heard more than he would have previously wanted, but he didn't care.

The End.

The end of your thoughts always lead to the same questions. With the same answers. With the same feelings. With the same hopes. With the same pain. In the end, you're still unsure what to do and stuck knowing that like so many years ago, you will be stuck in a position to do something, but truly unable to really help those you care about.

In sleep, thoughts that roamed his mind while he was awake, led his dreams to continue with those exact same thoughts and feelings. Dreams that were being fed from everything that either bothered him or that he had accepted. Curled, now comfortably, Bakura was asleep next to whom he had finally verbally accepted as his little brother and in the same building as someone whom he had finally admitted to care for. Yet, even with such good things, it still haunted him that he knew something was going to break that exact happiness he was beginning to have. Perhaps it was true after all, people like him may never really get a happy ending.

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Then there was the RP of the next morning -- Bakura and Devlin talk "get made up"

Seated on the swivelling stool at Bakura's dressing table, the darkling carefully rimmed his eyes with liquid eyeliner, smiling at his reflection as he did so. On his lap, God was licking a miniscule black paw as his own grooming arrangement. Every so often, Devlin would look away from the array of bottles in front of him, and check to see if his nii-sama was still asleep, chanting lightly to him as he did so, "And we are happy, oh so happy, and we are happy and clean! But we are happy, yes we are happy, because our eyes are green!" As if harmonizing with the darkling, God would purr on the word 'green'.

Slightly curled into the blankets, Bakura rolled over and swung his arm over to part of the blankets and pulled them closer to him, almost in a cuddling fashion. Of course, if he had been awake he wouldn't have looked as near-innocent as he did. Though, now that he had his own body he no longer looked as innocent-sweet as Ryou would while asleep. Close, but not quite. Yawning and stretching, he curled up further as if not wanting to wake up and just to enjoy whatever dream he was having at the moment.

With a dainty purr and a lazy stretch, the tiny black kitten hopped over to the bed and strolled up the expanse of it until it reached Bakura, plopping itself down on the pillow in front of Bakura's face. With wide, green eyes, it stared at the other curiously for a little, then FLIP! A small pink tongue darted out to lick the tip of the pale nose, before a not-much-larger soft black paw batted at it.

Watching them in the mirror, Devlin giggled, wondering how Bakura would react to that - assuming he woke up.

Nose twitching as something almost sandpaper-like brushed against it, Bakura's eyes closed tighter - still not wanting to wake up. Maybe this is a dream? A dream to not wake up from... Then there was the was the tap against his nose. Twitching it again, Bakura's eyes lazily opened to see the kitten directly in front of his face. Immediately sitting up and almost backing away from the kitten, to figure out exactly what the black thing was, he reached his hand up to his head as a dizzy feeling momentarily swept over him. Relaxing as he noticed it was just God, he tilted his head to see Devlin giggling in the mirror and not sure why. "Find something amusing?" Bakura questioned, still half-asleep.

"God loves you." Devlin answered with an angelic smile, applying a final layer of eyeliner over the thin scar running down from his left eye, then blinked at Bakura, asking curiously, "Hey nii-sama, where did your scar come from? I mean, I know the separation ritual, but where did it come from before that?"

"... sure... that's why God turned me into a kitten," Bakura muttered lowly. Stretching, and in the middle of a yawn, Bakura shrugged when Devlin asked about his scar. Subconciously tracing his fingers over the scar, he bit at his lower lip, "I got it when I was really young... sometime after my village was destroyed..." he started before shrugging again, not ever telling anyone the story of how he got it.

Picking up his assortment of makeup in his cloak, Devlin shifted over to the bed and sat down in front of the thief, tracing over the scar as well with a sympathetic look. "Did you make it or did someone else make it for you?"

Shifting himself on the bed, Bakura answered, "Both." Closing his eyes, he sighed before looking back to Devlin and continuing, "After my village was destroyed, I had to live on my own... That meant making sure I had food for myself and continued learning what my ... parents were teaching me before they were killed. Thinking that I could manage doing certain things, that I couldn't, I went ahead anyways to do those things -- stealing, usually. Well, basically I got into some ... trouble for trying to steal from someone that was stronger than me - at the time. I ended up getting the first scar that day from these two men..." Snarling slightly, he traced downward over the largest scar before continuing, "After a while, when I got stronger I basically got my revenge on the two men who ... I got into trouble with. To turn my scar into something that I would much prefer to remember as a victory, I gave myself the two scars that overlap the first one. Two scars for those two men and my victory against them..." His voice proud and there was an evident smirk on his face. Besides, being young and accomplishing some things that those twice his age that he had grown up knowing had trouble doing was enough to give him some confidence. And an ego. Intentionally, though, he left some things out; as in what he was stealing and what he did to the men. Tilting his head to look to Devlin, he added, So, even though it started off as something I didn't want to remember, I learned from it and made it something that I could be proud of instead."

Grinning widely, feeling prouder of his nii-sama than ever, Devlin pounced the other boy and hugged him enthusiastically, twisting up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting up again and twisting open the liquid eyeliner pen that he used on himself, "That's awesome Kura-kura! You're such a cool big brother."

Evident hero-worship was in his tone as he reached over and carefully began to paint over the scar, adding as he did so, "Kinda like what I do with my scar, 'cept I make it look pretty instead of making it worse."

Eyes went wide at the sudden enthusiasm from the other and arched a brow, "Uh..." Unsure of how to reply with anything but a "Thanks..." Bakura looked carefully at the liquid eyeliner that Devlin started to twist open and asked, "What... are you doing with that?" Instead of getting a verbal reply to his question, he felt the tip of the object over the side of his face. Tilting his head back just out of reach of the pen, he said, "I don't think I made it worse..." And then repeated, "What are you going to do, though?"

"I'm going to make it pretty for you so that we can look alike! Then we'll really be real brothers 'cause it'll show!" With that cheery answer, Devlin shifted forwards a little, stubbornly beginning to trace over it again and fill in the longest scar, thinking that the other two should probably be done in some other color to show that they were victory scars instead of painful memories that needed to be blacked out.

Bakura couldn't help but laugh at Devlin's response, but not a laugh of mockery. Tempted to point out the obvious differences in their appearance as to lightly tease Devlin, he decided against it as Devlin begun to paint over his scar; silently allowing Devlin to finish what he had started. Softly, Bakura added, "No. Pink."

Laughing at the idea of adding pink, Devlin shook his head to show that he hadn't been thinking of that either, and said, "Nope, no pink! How about the main scar in black, the two over it in purple-blue? That way, it'll match your eyes!" Finishing with the main line already, he tilted his head at Bakura, waiting for his brother's response.

"Good, no pink..." Bakura repeated after Devlin. Interesting that the self-proclaimed King of Thieves was allowing his scar to be painted, as long as there was no pink... At Devlin's question, Bakura gave a thoughtful look and was tempted to request the colour red for 'blood', but thought otherwise of the enthusiasm Devlin held. "Sure."

"Whee!" Devlin cheered softly, biting his lip lightly with concentration while God curled up on the pillow near Bakura, watching the proceedings with unnervingly wide eyes. Apparently he found something amusing about the 'Pharaoh of the World' being made-up by an adorable little darkling...

Finishing with the scar, Devlin tilted his head at it, and pouted slightly. "It looks a little plain..." A sudden smile touching his lips, he then switched back to the black and began to outline a butterfly on the other cheek, telling Bakura as he did so, "Hold real still Kura-kura, I'm going to make you the prettiest Pharaoh in the world!"

Keeping his head very still, Bakura looked down at God through the corner of his eyes, mentally trying to tell the kitten to get off of his pillow. It's not that he hated cats, just ones that turn him into a helpless kitten before pouncing him...

At the mention of being made pretty, his eyes widened as if to tell Devlin 'no', but being that he was requested to hold still... he did so knowing that if he moved he might make whatever Devlin was doing even worse. " Don't. Make. Me. Pretty."

A slight pout touched the darkling's lips, Devlin feeling distinctly insulted. After all, he was pretty, so why was Kura-kura making it sound like a bad thing?! His hurt tone conveyed that as Devlin asked, "Why not? You're pretty already, and I'm pretty, and if we're both really pretty, then we'll look even more like brothers... It's not like being pretty is a bad thing!" With that, he started to fill in the butterfly wings with the same marine blue he had used for the scar, making little designs over them with the imperial purple.

Eyes closed at the pout and remained closed as Devlin went on about being pretty and looking like brothers; remaining closed for a reason. Giving no reply to Devlin's question-like-statement, Bakura remained perfectly still and waited for Devlin to finish the design he was drawing on his face.

Thoughtfully, dabbing golden glitter over the wings, Devlin said, "You know, I like butterflies lots. They're cool. Start out small and helpless and bird-food, then get pretty. I wouldn't mind being a butterfly, one of the posionous one. With arsenic-dusted wings that have steel tips!"

A grin flickered onto his face before his look returned to one of concentration as Devlin added a finishing touch of a flower creeping up the side of Bakura's face, and a few leaves over Bakura's chin, then flopped down the bed as he proclaimed eagerly, "Now do me!"

Once he felt the bed move slightly, he opened his eyes and twisted his expression a few times in an attempt to get used to the odd feeling he felt over nearly half of his face and over his scar. Blinking he decided to not (yet) look over at the mirror to see exactly what Devlin had drawn, he tilted his head to Devlin. "Do... you?" He lifted up the pen and arched a brow, "You want me to draw on your face now?"

"Yeah!" Hands folded over his stomach, kitten perched on his waves of loose hair, Devlin nodded eagerly and said, "'stead of all the black vines I usually do, can you do a butterfly on my face to match yours? Please? I could do it myself if you don't want to, but it'll be more special this way!"

Special? Sighing, almost in defeat but not necessarily with disappointment, Bakura twisted the top off and looked over to the mirror to look to see exactly what Devlin had drawn. "... Interesting," was his only comment to it as he looked back to the boy in front of him. "You want the exact same design?" he questioned as he scooted himself closer to Devlin. To himself, he thought, 'I never thought I'd be doing something like this...'

"Uh-huh! 'cept make it in green and gold and white, 'stead of purple and blue and black, 'cause we complement each other 'stead of matching each other perfectly. Since we're brothers you know, not twins..."

Oh yes. Darkling logic could not be beat.

"... okay..." Bakura said softly as he shook his head for a moment at the logic that only Devlin could have .. and make it make some sort of sense - in an odd sort of way. "Okay, hold still," Bakura stated as he started to draw over the side of Devlin's face; being more careful than necessary since he had never done this before - and for some reason, had no complaints about the situation.

Obedient for a change - after all, this was something he wanted, and it was his nii-sama doing it! - Devlin held perfectly still, large green eyes shining happily at the knowledge that he and Bakura would have matching mock-tattoos.

Carefully, he drew a butterfly over Devlin's face. Drawing the wings with pointy tips, which had started out as an accident. Bakura closed the eyeliner pen when he was done to reach over to find the next requested colour and started to fill in the wings - careful not to 'colour outside of the lines.' Smirking, he waited for that to dry just enough and lifted the next colour and began to make small diamond-like designs inside of the wings before closing the pen and adding the same flower to Devlin's face that had been drawn on his own, except arching in the opposite direction of the one on his face. Once completed, he picked up the same glitter that was used on his face, and dabbed it over the wings before sitting back and stating, "Done."

“WHEE!” With his usual happy war-cry, Devlin threw himself at Bakura, careful not to let his face touch the other’s spiky hair and gave him a tight hug, not letting go as he usually would but proudly declaring, “You’re so awesome cool nii-sama, thanks so much!”

The expression Bakura had, flickered between being... happy to one of sadness at the mention of being awesome. Gaze lowered to the floor and he gently returned the hug. Of course, unlike Devlin, he did let go and tilted his head to Devlin, "Happy, Devlin?"

“Uh-huh! Way way way happy!” Reluctantly letting go of Bakura, the darkling gave him a joyful smile and said, “That’s what brothers do - they make each other happy and you almost always do that ‘cause you’re a super-rocking-cool brother!”

"That's good," Bakura stated with a single nod at Devlin's being happy. Teasingly, and almost as if mocking himself, he questioned, "The best brother, right?"

Pausing for a moment, Devlin considered that. Yugi was fun and nice and sweet, and Devlin always liked playing with him... ‘cept Yugi had other brothers. Like Mokie and Seto. And Mokie was just as fun as Yugi, but he had Seto and Noa, and Seto had Mokie, and Noa had Mokie so they all had each other and while Devlin loved being their brothers, they didn’t need him the way that Kura-kura did.

If nothing else, the chart the other day had shown the darkling how alone Kura-kura was. Devlin was the only brother that Bakura had, and Bakura was so nice to him always and lived with him and Devlin was doing all the work of ruling the world just for Bakura’s sake...

Tears glimmering in his eyes, the darkling hugged Bakura again, stating softly yet confidently as he did so, “Yeah. Bestest brother. And I’ll love you forever and ever.” And I’ll love all my brothers forever and ever ‘cause the most special family is the family you chose.

Watching Devlin silently, and patiently, Bakura was almost wondering if it was a wise idea to even ask the question in the first place. Eyes widened for a moment to see the tears in Devlin's eyes. No... don't... cry... At the answer, Bakura closed his eyes and shifted to rest his chin lightly on top of Devlin's. Smiling, Bakura softly said, "I'm...I'm glad to have you as a brother, Devlin..."

Teasing, the darkling retorted, “You’d better be. ‘cause I’m a pretty cool brother as well.” About to stick out his tongue, Devlin instead settled for smiling and giving a happy sigh, content to just rest there in the hug.

The world could wait a little longer. His nii-sama was more important.

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then there was my other solo-RP that I did yesterday... basically what I more or less told you ^^; This happens after the "Dark Ritual"...

In the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, silver-white hair fell over Bakura's face and shoulders and over the sink, concealing the expression he had and continued to try to hide. But, he could see it in the mirror. Every time he walked past anything that had a reflection, he could see it. Betrayal. Hurt. Lost. Confusion. Pain. Hatred. Sadness. An empty glass of what was once water in his right hand, his eyes shifted to it for a moment. He could see no reflection there.

He laughed.

Self-mocking. Hurt. Insane, laughter.

Lifting his head, he could see himself come slowly into view. Eyes raised and he could see right through the mask that he was trying to wear. Arrogant. Cocky. Proud. All of it true, but not the main things he felt. No. One might almost say he failed at something else. Again. Try again? But try what now?

Laughter, again.

Then he growled. His lips curling as he snarled into his own reflection.

"Your fault," he muttered, glaring at his reflection as if it betrayed him.

He betrayed himself. All the things he locked away and hadn't dealed with came back within months. Haunted him. Bothered him. He accepted only to have it shatter around him.

Shatter.

Laughing again, his hand clenched the glass tighter.

In one movement, he lifted the glass and slammed it into the mirror in front of him.

He laughed as the shards went into the palm of his hand. Interesting that at the angle, the glass managed to not go straight through. No. Merely to the side or various other angles. Not that none of the shards went into his skin...

No, the blood was proof that it had.

Sliding his hand down until it came to his reflected heart, he left it there for a moment. Pale fingers with blood over them slowly lifted away from the mirror. The blood still over the reflection of himself. The main part over where his reflected eyes were and the other where his reflected heart was.

Shattered.

Stepping back away from the sink, he didn't bother cleaning his hand or looking at it. No, that could be dealt with later.

Instead?

He laughed.

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And those are the excerpts for you to read/see ^_^