I4ever: I'm back! With a new story
Bakura: this cant be good
Laria: Oh but it is, I think, weird, but still good
Bakura: -_-;; you don't even know
Laria: well... ok I don't know!
Bakura: and you call your self an authoress
Laria: I don't even know where this idea come form... Ryou just do the
Ryou: why do I have to! Bakura's the main character, make him do it.
Laria: see he's the main character! He already has enough to do
Ryou: alright, notes: this story has nothing to do with ygo really except
the characters. This is half Bakura's point of view though his journal and
the other half is what happens in the real world.
Bakura: was that supposed to make sense?
Laria: shut up, if you don't under stand it now you will at the end.
Ryou: special signs:
----- end entry
*~*~*~* switch from journal to real world
~*~*~*~*~ switch from real world to journal
Laria: I think that's all the signs, if not I'll add more
Ryou: warnings: yaoi, death, language
I4ever: ok I think that's every thing. Now you can read the fic.
Making My Own Paradise
[August 25 - Entry 1]
My name is Bakura and I live in Paradise. Now I know what your thinking,
paradise, a place of great happiness, everything is perfect, no worries at
all. Yup that's Paradise alright. Oh look! I pig just flew by and it's
raining malted milk balls! That perfect happiness shit is a lode of bull.
Paradise is nothing like that, sure there's free food, housing and
everything else. I guess that's pretty nice. I don't have to worry about
being poor anymore because everyone has the same thing as everyone else.
I haven't always lived in Paradise. Before today I lived in Egypt. I loved
it there, everything about it, and I miss it just as much. I miss my old
house, my friends, the way the sun warmed my skin in the morning after a
cold night. But the two things I miss the most are my parents and my
boyfriend, Kinoko. Well he was my boyfriend until we broke up 'cause I had
to move. Oh yes, have I mentioned that I'm gay. I guess I should have
mentioned that before, oh well.
I don't know why my parents moved here, this place sucks. But I'll never
get to ask them why now, 'cause, you see, they now live on the other side
of Paradise. As soon as we got here I was taken by The Rule and they
brought me here to live with the other 16 year olds.
Oh I know what you're thinking now, what the hell is The Rule. The Rule is
the back bone of Paradise, The Rule is everything, The Rule is Satin! In
Paradise every decision is made for you, what you wear, what you eat, when
you sleep. Ok ok it doesn't that bad, right? Hello!? Did you miss the line
where I said EVERY DECISION! The Rule even decides who you date and even
marry. It has to be someone of the opposite sex. Now aren't you glad I told
you I was gay?
Now, none of this probably wouldn't have bothered me, if it wasn't for the
fact I hate being told what to do. Now I have to, if you don't follow The
Rule then you'll be sentenced to death. So unless I want to die at a very
young age I'll have to do what I'm told.
You can't even say anything bad about what decisions they make or what they
do either. They have video cameras and microphones everywhere. Well
everywhere but the bathroom. I know this for a fact. As soon as I got to
this house I checked every room and found each camera and microphone. There
was none in the bath room. I'm glad because I don't think I'd be able to
keep this journal. This journal is the last thing I have left of my
parents. They gave me it just before we left our old house.
Oh no, some ones here!
Bakura quickly closed the journal and hid it behind the toilet just as the
bathroom door opened. Bakura looked up at the young man standing in the
door way. He looked a lot like himself. He had long white hair, a bit
longer then his own. But he looked innocent and pure. They stared at each
"What are you doing on the floor, Bakura?" he asked, leaning on the
doorway. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"I... uh, fell" Bakura lied "wait, how'd you know my name?"
"The Rule" he said simply.
"Well since you know my name isn't it fair that I know your name." Bakura
said picking him self off the floor.
"I'm Ryou" he said brushing some hair out of his face. "You're not hurt are
"By the fall"
"Oh, yes" Bakura slapped himself mentally "I mean no, I mean I'm fine."
"Good" Ryou smiled "dinner is in a half an hour in the main mess hall just
down the street."
"Can you show me?"
"That's why I'm here; I knew you wouldn't have known." Ryou said "by the
way I'm your room mate"
"That's good" Bakura sighed. "I won't have to live in this place alone."
"I've been living here alone since I turned 16" Ryou said glancing down at
"Oh, I'm sorry" Bakura frowned.
"No, its ok" Ryou looked up his checks slightly tinted with pink. "We'd
better go, you never was to be late around here."
Bakura nodded and followed Ryou out of the house. As they walked to the
main mess hall Ryou gave Bakura a small tour of there part of Paradise.
Bakura was half listening as he made a small map in his mind so he wouldn't
get lost later. They walked past an incredibly tall building. Bakura
practically stained his neck looking up at it. He was really interested in
this place but Ryou walked right past it like it wasn't even there.
"What's this building?" Bakura asked. Ryou stopped and looked back at him.
"That's The Rule H.Q." Ryou said softly "if I was you I'd forget it was
even here. You don't need to know about it until you're called to come
here. And you never want to be called here."
Ryou shuddered slightly and glanced at a guillotine that stood out side the
building. Bakura noticed it, it made him very uneasy.
"Lets go" Ryou said turning away from it. "We're almost there."
Laria: I think I'm going to like writing this story.
Bakura: I hope your going to like writing it, you're the authoress
Laria: well I just hope the readers like it. Ryou, please do the flames,
disclaimer and ending.
Ryou: *sigh* Laria does not own ygo, flames welcome, R+R!