#multifxrious

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@multifxrious from Here

“You do know how much damaged he did?” He kept his eyes focused on the other. As much as he wanted to... he’s learned caution after that ring. “What can you prove so I know you won’t do the same now?”

[kingofthicves]

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Amethyst hues found themselves glued to the back of a head full of snow-white locks. There was a certain type of enjoyment the thief got while stalking his prey; while taking in this so called doppelganger of his. Or, perhaps he would be considered the copy considering he was the one out of place and, really, out of time. Either way it was enough to amuse the man.

It had been a different discovery that had essentially began his quest to find the male currently in his sights, one that had begun with the discovery of a certain priest who was also way past his time. Of course there were differences, of course it was someone different entirely because, really, any ordinary person would have died off thousands of years ago and while Priest Set had struck the thief as man of pure determination and stubbornness, surely no one had a will quite as powerful as that. And so he had discovered this reincarnation, and it placed a thought in his head.

The Pharaoh was next–or the little one that once was the mighty King. A tiny one he was, and a king soul at that. It amused the thief to no end seeing the difference between he and his predecessor and it was what had lead him to seeking out the next pertinent question that arose; was there a being resembling his own spitting image simply wandering about?

He was more than thrilled to find his hunch was proven true.

For some time he had watched, not knowing if the other was aware of the slight form of stalking or not. At the very least it had given Bakura something to kill his time with. He’d grown incredibly restless with what little the modern world provided for him. Hunting down someone who followed in his own footsteps was enough to keep him entertained for some time. And now he supposed it came to a head.

Bakura had little reservations in approaching the smaller incarnation; his eyes ablaze with a familiar mischievousness he was accustomed to back in his own time. A hand found itself slinking around the other’s shoulders, and the thief leaned in near his ear.

“I don’t suppose you would be willing to help a familiar face.”

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“You put me in pink, and that crime is unforgivable.” That’s literally the only part he cares about.

“Well, yeah.  Don’t you know how popular pastel colors are right now?  Pink draws in the viewers.”

[magical-bakuras]

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It was a rough night. Bakura had already his his daily limit of magic with one fight... and then a second had turned up, and if that wasn’t enough he’d found himself in a third during his search for a place to sleep. It was his fault, really. He’d been in such a bad mood that he’d pretty much ignored all the warnings and found himself in trouble. 

He’d gotten away with his life and his wallet, at least, but his shoulder didn’t seem to sit right in its socket anymore and he probably had a few more wounds to add to his total. Well. Could be worse. He leaned against the wall of the alley he was currently hiding in and started to haphazardly bandage his own wounds.

[dastardlydalliances]

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“Yeah. Sure they do. But some more than other’s, and you get a fucking balling don’t you? Maybe they’re attracted to your sparkly personality.”

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“Are you still recording everything?”

“Ryou.  I’m a vlogger.  I need to record shit so I have content.  Besides, I don’t record everything.”

[hamburgerssss]

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“Ryou-kun, I got tickets to ‘It’, we have a birthday date~“

Yugi grins and holds out a ticket for Bakura.

[ogyve]

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         IT HAD BEEN far too long since anything INTERESTING had happened in these halls. Most days Seto found himself OVERCOME with boredom, and often found himself toying with first years or lurking the halls. He kept to himself, mostly. Not by choice, of course. He had become quite popular amongst his house after bringing Slytherin the victory they so righteously deserved last academic year. The son of the GREAT HARRY POTTER had been sorted into their house, after all. And since then, people had been so reluctant to look down upon the Slytherin as they had in the past. Slowly and surely, they were re-building their reputation once again.

SETO KAIBA WOULD BRING GREATNESS TO THEIR HOUSE.

          And for that reason alone people seemed far too concerned in getting closer to the distant male. He had no interest in others. In friends, even his housemates. The only one who was granted his attention was his younger brother, who had regrettably been sorted into Hufflepuff.

          There had been some interesting rumors spreading amongst the Slytherin common room. PARSLETONGUE was a topic no one really discussed since the fall of Lord Voldemort. IF there was anyone who spoke it, it was kept secret. It was rumored that Harry Potter’s son might have been able to speak it, a rumor which only grew stronger once he was sorted into Slytherin, but it was an exhausted topic.

          However, Kaiba had been studying in the common room, trying to tune out the conversation of chattering Slytherins. Though, something caught his attention.

          Parseltongue. Had he heard that right? He glanced up from his book, catching the gaze of one of the Bakura’s. Which was which, he wasn’t quite sure. Nor did he really care. Though he couldn’t help a slight smirk forming on his lips. Oh, he’d have fun with this.

          “Ah…Bakura, yes?” He grinned wider, pulling out a book and flicking through it, looking as though he was searching for something in particular.

          “…I think that brother of yours has an awfully big mouth. If you have secrets to be kept, you ought to keep them out of the common room. I suspect he isn’t too bright, hm?”