Unorthodox,
stubborn,
sleep-deprovived,
and at times just plain.. Odd.

After almost a four year haiatus from
writing FanFiction, I think it is time I
returned. Or, at least, attempted to.
The fact that my daughter likes this
anime is re-opening my old obsessions.

I-Will always be a Bakura Ryou fangirl; He is my favorite muse, and my
daughter seems to be quite taken to him as well. -Both squishes
a Ryou plushie-

Ryou finds himself walking into the room and stares awkwardly at the Authoress.
L grins, "Long time no see, is it not."
Ryou, on the other hand, his face is filled with horror, his Yami right behind him.
"Authoress, what are you doing here?" he hisses, glaring at her.
"Why, I am simply starting up writing once more," L smiles sheepishly, striking her fist into the air.
Yami no Bakura rolls his eyes and scoffs. "I see you haven't changed much-" he stops, noticing his shirt is being pulled on by a tiny tot. "What the?"
L smiles widely at the little girl before them. "Offspring, muse's, muse's, offspring."
Yami no Bakura's jaw drops in horror, "..It should be illegal for you to reproduce."
"Probably."