"Ryou, you're crying in your Ramen." Pointed out a rather unamused former tomb robber. He was unamused because Ryou had forced him to 'just incase he really was his uncle' wear pants.
Ryou merely sniffled, taking another bite of his dinner.
The being now known as Zok sat at the head of the table, feet propped up on his plate of what could have been chicken.
It had been this way for a week.
'Damnnit! Get your feet off the table! Can't you see we're eating? This isn't how a FAMILY should function...'
And this was why Ryou was crying.
Poor Ryou. He had had a normal, well, seemingly normal life for a bit. And now… It had been taken over by … Evil spirits. Mortal seemingly normal evil spirits. That was the only explanation.
"It's Karma, it has to be…" muttered Ryou, wishing he hadn't of contemplated the things he had, and, just in case wishing didn't work, praying he had contemplated them more so he wouldn't be in the mess he was…a book mysteriously hit him in the face.
'STOP MOPING!' cried Zok, who was, at the moment, being chased by a girly looking tomb robber.
"Don't take this out on him! It's not his fault Damnnit!"
"GUYS! STOP!" a scream from Ryou and it was over.
In short, imagine the following: Yami Bakura or Zok or whatever you want, Yousei hime perhaps, was parading around Ryou's apartment wearing black jeans, black slippers, a black and white stripped shirt and his hair was back in a pony tail. He wore a scowl and was covering his head with his hands, protecting against the sink sprayer that Bakura was at the moment using to fend him off.
Bakura was wearing grey jeans, much to his distaste, and a white polo shirt that was a bit too small for his Egyptian bearings. :D He wore no shoes, rather an apron bearing the words "Single" and a bandana that worked more against him than for him.
Ryou wore a stretchy t, grey camo pants and a grey hair scrunchie. He was not happy and was holding his hand to his head in a frustrated fashion.
"You two walked in here and... your not my family. If you want to be anything, how about quiet? Oh jeeze, its getting late, I have to get ready to go.. I…" Ryou never finished his statement however, due to a door bell ringing off in the distance. "CRAP!" and with that, he ran out the door.
"Who were those two strapping young men?" asked Pegasus, twirling his hair fastidiously. Ryou merely sighed.
"I never got to finish my ramen…." He lamented, leaning against Pegasus's shoulder.
Pegasus said nothing, rather opened up his magical bag of not-being-there-ness and took out a Pink bunny plush and a tissue. "There there," he cried, handing the items to Ryou, "We'll get there together! Promise!"
Ryou was confused, but decided it would be smart to not say a word. It turned out to be a very good decision.
'Psst.. Hey you, hot stuff, are you Peggie chan's Boy?'
"Err…," replied Ryou. He didn't like the look of this.
'You must be, look at your hair! How many sane people have that hair color that are under fifty?'
"I fail to see how that has anything to do with it!" stated a proud Peggie. He towered over the man forcing him into submission with his gaze. The man scampered off.
"The concerts starting," and Pegasus ushered Ryou into the Stadium.
"You know, You didn't have to hit him in the head."
'Yes I did! Otherwise he would have never done a thing! He makes me look bad!'
"Well I'M his incarnation. I'm also the one who doesn't have their hair up in a fashion much like the accused."
Zok stiffened. 'How are we going to get through to him? If violence and yelling doesn't work, what will?'
"Maybe… we need to get more involved without being involved. You know, like family."
(badum pssh!)
Zok snarled. 'As long as I'm not the mother, I'm fine.'
"I was thinking, big brothers. We should find out more about him.. be nicer perhaps but…."
'You obviously never had an older brother.' Zok stiffened. 'Seriously.'
"Would you prefer Older sister?"
'NO! They're even worse!'
: D
Review! Sorry for the wait!
Notes: Yousei hime means fairy princess I believe. I'm kind of rusty…