yami bakura and the millenium ring does not belong to me...if you wanna see the white haired psycho in further chapters, just tell me in a review

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Hotaru shifted and blinked. He picked up the source of his discomfort and cocked his head. What was this gold trinket doing at the bottom of a banana barrel? A ring roughly the size of his palm surrounded what appeared to be a triangle with a weird eye in the middle. Dangling from the ring were five rather sharp looking cones, pointed ends free to stab someone's eyes out. Hotaru nudged one of the dangling things. The object swung lightly from the thick cord.

How is it shiny when there was no light?

Hotaru shrugged and put the thing on. He didn't know why he did it, but he did. He blinked once more. Okay...why was there something else inside his mind now? It wasn't saying or doing anything, but Hotaru knew it was there. He poked at the gold. He really should take it off...but he didn't feel like it.

Oh, the ring was probably where the new presence came from.

At the lack of response from the entity, Hotaru furrowed his brows...rather his eye lids drooped very slightly. What to do, what to do. Well, he was a fire-wielder...maybe...

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gotcha, Hotaru smirked mentally. He also allowed his ever raging thoughts of pyromania to return to the background.

What the fucking hell was that for asshole?

Yo.

What the hell? You're crazy, fucking crazy.

Who are you?

How did you even know I was there?

You're there.

Scratch that. You're not crazy, you're stupid!

Hotaru shrugged. Why are you there?

...why the hell are you inside of a banana barrel? And why can't I read your thoughts?

These aren't my thoughts? Who else is here? Oh, and Wukong put me here.

Why do I get the feeling that you're not being sarcastic? And who the hell is Wukong?

Wukong is a god.

Take. Off. The. Ring.

No.

You're even more fucked up in the head than Alexandre. Ring, off, now!

No.

...are you always so stubborn?

I'm not stubborn.

I see. a sigh I am the spirit of the Millennium Ring, you may call me Bakura.

I'm Hotaru.

I care why? You're just my vessel.

I'm your vessel? I don't want to be your vessel.

Too bad. You're body is mine to do with as I please.

Nuh uh. Hotaru stuck out his tongue mentally. My body. Mine.

MINE

Hotaru allowed his thoughts of hellfire through.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

a groan

Mine.

You. Are. Evil.

Really?

... Hotaru heard a door slamming shut

Hehe.

As he wasn't particularly sleepy, Hotaru decided to get out. As it looked like he was in the cargo cart he looked around. As he was once a Shiseiten he had the habit of not having morals. As there seemed to be a lot of shiny stuff...

Well, let it never be said that the Ring doesn't know what it's doing. There's a reason why Hotaru could put it on...Apparently he held a little habit quite similar to the Spirit of the Ring.

Somehow all the shiny stuff in the cart fitted in his very small pockets.

Thus, when the caravan arrived at the Sultan's (I'm not sure how the British system in India worked at this point, so lets pretend that the Sultan was still in power...India did have a sultan right?) and he found that his valuables were missing...lets just say that the destructive force of the Shiseiten is not limited to Japan. Wait, if Akira had quit, does that make it Sanseiten? Never mind.

But, Hotaru wouldn't be around to learn this. That is because he had hopped off and disappeared into the night. Rather...the morning, and that was because the person watching the cart had fallen asleep.

Anyways. Hotaru liked shiny stuff because it reminded him of fire. Especially amber and rubies. But, he didn't need the diamonds, sapphires, pearls, gold, silver, etc. What to do...what to do...Oh right, he could sell it. It would be good to have some money. Carrying all this stuff – wait, it wasn't heavy, what was he gonna complain about again?

Right. He was going to sell this stuff.

And this is how Hotaru spent his time in India.

That and he ate curry. A LOT of curry.

And with thoughts of frankincense, he made his way towards Egypt.

There was frankincense in India, but he didn't notice.

Somewhere at the back of his mind a presence looked forward to returning to Egypt. And getting away from this odd being. See, Bakura tried to take over the body, but it didn't work very well. Seems like Mibu minds could only be played with by other Mibu. Specifically the Aka no Ou. Hm, Kyo's the new Aka no Ou... wonder if he could manage to enter Hotaru's mind and escape intact. Nah, he'd get lost in the vast oppressing nothingness that hid hellfire.

Anyways...

That was Hotaru's little trip to India. Though, a few less than appropriate incidents with some of the goddess Kali's priestesses did lead to him having to deal with a large group of very angry priests. Really, how rude. Couldn't they have at least waited until he got dressed again? Well, at least he got a ride to Egypt now (note: Hotaru + elephant baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad things).