Guilty Pleasures (Reader x Various lemons)

Moving On (Ryou Bakura)

Ryou Bakura and his friend's adventure along side the Millennium items came to a close, and the pharaoh trapped long passed on after his final duel with Yugi. He was going to miss the pharaoh, honestly he was, but looking to his friends whom each one was more teary-eyed than the next, Ryou couldn't bring himself to be that emotional. A bittersweet feeling indeed, but a different kind of emptiness overtook him, envy perhaps.

He couldn't make up any excuses; he was tricked numerous times into allowing the evil spirit of the ring to take him over and causing whichever havoc he deemed necessary. Since his departure, Ryou slowly regains a sense of his lost self. However, the price he paid were guilt, built on top of the evil spirit's actions, which Ryou will take without complaint. After all, he too made a silent wish on his item, and it delivered in a cruel twist of fate. He wanted a friend, but got a parasite instead. Of course, Ryou would never call him that, far from it. His mind still processing the last few months, but in the end, he came to terms with the toxic friendship.

So, Ryou Bakura was walking on his way home, but really lost in his thoughts, as his fan club follows him. Really, he doesn't pay them much mind anymore. The poor boy couldn't chase them off! Nevertheless, it's not like their existence mattered much to him anyway. He still goes about his daily what-nots, as if he was alone, but he knew how to lose them, the only place (besides Yugi's game shop) that he can be himself and shoo away those annoying girls. The occult shop.

He takes a sharp turn to the right, and through the doors to The Mystic's Hand Emporium, which seems to actually be doing well (despite the rumors and superstition going around Domino). He knew that his fan club wouldn't want anything to do with this particular shop, no. They were fairly pretty gals, whose reputations were more important than anything obscure or odd. No, they were superstitious too, and this shop was Ryou's safe-haven. He opens the doors to leave those girls behind and finds you, chewing bubblegum and reading most likely a horror comic.

You wave him over and smile, beckon him to come in. "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" you ask, flipping over the cover, but bookmarking it for later. "I was starting to think my favorite white haired patron forgot about me." you say with a playful pout. Ryou just chuckles under his breath.

"You're the only occult shop on the block, how can I forget?" he mutters, glancing at a nearby tarot deck. He admired the watercolor art on the box, lightly tracing it with his thin finger. You rush out from behind the counter and towards his gaze like a good sales rep, but not before looking out the window at the disperse girls. Shaking your head, you giggle.

"Looks like your girls aren't fond of this shop. A pity really, I know some of them could really benefit from having a luck charm." you grin. Ever so often you had these vibes, maybe not a clairvoyant, but you do know people, and girls like them could always use some good luck. Ryou couldn't help but chuckle from your words. He switches his gaze to your beautiful orbs, retracting his digit.

"Oh, them? I honestly didn't notice." he says, flashing a quick smile. You knew Ryou wasn't oblivious; most boys aren't when pretty girls are following them. While most boys would go gaga over them, Ryou ignored them, going about his day like usual. Remarkable really, how he had enough patience to let them do what they do, instead of screeching for them to get lost. You lacked such patience, that's for sure.

"You either have something on your mind, or you have a strong one to ignore a gaggle of giggling girls." you said, leaning forward. You noticed the boy's lack of dark circles, which he normally displayed. "Hmm? You look well rested for once. I'm glad." you smile, placing a palm on your hip. Ryou was taken aback; his chocolate eyes widen and he leans back a little, but quickly gains his composure.