Yami Bakura Faces The Modern World: Bubbles
Bakura was, in his own opinion, a nice spirit. He gave his little Hikari lessons on how to by strong; sure Ryou'd been hospitalized for weeks on end in fathomlessly deep and painful comas... But we're getting off subject here. Bakura was a nice spirit.
He didn't know what he did to make the gods so angry with him.
He, Bakura the Nice Spirit, was currently facing an unimaginable evil, a horror so vast and numerous that he'd probably never see the light of day again. Never mind the fact that he was a spirit, and spirits couldn't technically die. And also never mind that fact that Ryou took great pleasure in the fact that he had found the key to Bakura's soul room. Also never mind the fact that Ryou could kick him out of the Ring whenever he felt like it. But getting back to unmentionable evil that Bakura the Nice Spirit was facing now.
He, the brave spirit of the Sennen Ring, the defender of all ancient Egyptian spirits out there (excluding the Pharaoh, he still hated that bastard), was cowering in a corner, holding the precious Ring out in front of him.
While Ryou was blowing little Bubbles of Doom at him.
An iridescent orb landed on one of Bakura's impossibly long and girly eyelashes, popping and getting bubble juice in his eye.
"Ahh!" Bakura screamed. "Ryou, stop this madness! I swear that I'll never touch you again! Just stop torturing me this way!" A large bubble made a loud, wet popping noise near his ear. "I'LL BANISH THESE THINGS TO THE SHADOW REALM!!!!"
A lone bubble found itself drifting in the endless space of the Shadow Realm, confused and lost.
"Hah! One down," Ryou blew about fifteen bubbles in rapid succession. "Four million to go!"
Soon enough, the entirety of the bubble community found themselves drifting aimlessly within the Shadow Realm.
Ryou looked at his yami, who was huddled on the floor, behind the couch, wearing a colander for a helmet. He held a spatula in one hand and the Sennen Ring in the other.
Looking down at the bright purple container cheerfully labeled `Mr. Bubble', Ryou had to wonder what he'd done wrong in a past life. He looked up at his yami, down at the bubbles, and then started.
"Yami, where the hell's my cat?!"
A lost and lonely Mr. Boots wandered in the Shadow Realm, occasionally snacking on an equally lost and lonely Bubonic Vermin. A stray bubble floated past his ear, and he took to batting at it with a paw.