The Clothes Make The Spirit
Too Much Revenge Is A Good Thing
“‘I try to limit myself to one snarky remark a day. Right now, I’m five thousand years ahead,’” Bakura read off the T-shirt.
Ryou burst into giggles, causing Bakura to glare at him.
“It’s not that funny,” Bakura protested.
“Oh, but it is,” Ryou disagreed. “There wasn’t anyone around for you to insult while you were trapped in the Ring, but you’ve really made up for it in the past two and half years.”
Bakura grumbled.
“Surprising, really,” Ryou said, a mock-thoughtful look on his face.
Bakura raised one snowy eyebrow. “I know I’m going to regret asking this, but…why?”
Ryou’s smile was patently un-innocent. “Because, while most people say it’s the memory, and some people are equally divided on whether it’s hearing or sight…I always thought a sense of humor was the first thing to go when you got old.”
Bakura huffed. “I don’t feel a day older than I did five thousand years ago.”
Ryou giggled. “You look much too young to be that old, ‘Kura.”
That actually almost got a smile from the spirit. “And you look much too innocent to be as sexy as you are.”
Ryou blushed.
Bakura smiled wickedly. “But back to the matter at hand – who sent me this, and who am I going to get back?”
Ryou frowned. “Aren’t the answers to those the same person?”
Bakura gave him a disbelieving look.
Ryou sighed and hung his head, unable to believe his own momentary naivety. His koi never turned down an opportunity to double his paybacks. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
“Will do,” Bakura said agreeably.