Thread: Blue Eyes White Lover (Fox)

Hey Ryou, you wouldn't happen to- Have the file you left on the meeting table last week? A man in a black suit sighed in relief from the doorway to his small office. He looked frazzled, his hair in a state of slight disarray and his darkened glasses were hanging off of one ear. The panic in his featured softened into a melt when a yellow folder was placed in his hand. I don't know what I'd do without you, he admitted while offering the white haired young man a weary smile. Lose your job? He returned in good humor, handing over first the packet, then a styrofoam cup filled to the top with cream sweetened coffee and covered with a black lid. Ryou Bakura, Male, Aged 21 and five feet three inches tall. Probably. The drink was gratefully taken, and the hot liquid was downed far too quickly. It obviously burned the man's tongue, but he didn't complain. The pain woke him up almost as much as the caffeine itself. Ryou laughed, and was just about to leave and return to work when a thought came to him. Oh! You talked to Kaiba about that thing right? His chocolate brown eyes widened in excitement. How did it go, Harrison? Ah! Guess I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry. Perhaps you can tell me another time. The uncomfortable look on Harrison's face didn't go unnoticed, but it was misconstrued. He couldn't possibly have known what had gone on in that room, he just knew that it was top secret, and he probably shouldn't have weaseled his nose into it. Graduated from Domino High School at age 18, with some of the lowest scores. With his hands now free, Ryou lifted them to tug at the pony tail sitting high on his head. The long, spiky hair was difficult to maintain, and some days it was better to just throw it up into a hair tie and be done with it. When he took the early shift. Single, living in a small apartment. Mode of transportation Buses. Can and has run from one end of the city to the other to get to work on time. With a happy wave and a just as bright smile, Ryou stepped on the lower rung of the cart he was pushing. Cups of coffee and tea rested on the top surface, held their by cardboard cup holders. The second surface was covered in neatly stacked files and papers, and the final surface was grated, much like a super market shopping cart. Placing the arch of his right foot on the rung, the left pushed him along. Began working at KC 1 12 years ago. The playful young man sped through the halls, dropping off the drinks and papers to their respective places with memorized ease. Good morning Ryou! How are you today, Ryou? Hey Ryou. Same old mud? Being greeted every day was... Well, Ryou didn't have the words for it. After going so long without hearing his own name he'd begun to forget what it was to begin with. 'Bakura' followed him long after the spirit of the ring was banished. It still haunted him now, on occasion. Yugi, Tristan, Joey and Tea all still called him by that name. The order to never tell them unless it was asked had stuck with him too strongly to break, even when his captor disappeared into the shadows. But here, everyone knew his name. His real name. Has proven to be a skilled and reliable worker with a powerful drive. Thankfully, all of the cups had been passed out already when the elevator door opened and a string of security came rushing out. Ryou stopped hard in his tracks, sending several papers flying, but he managed to halt the cart before slamming into a very burly looking man. Even behind black sunglasses, he could feel the man's eyes boring into him. Uh... C-coffee? He squeaked. Works exceedingly well with others. The gruff grunt had the former host nearly leaping out of his skin, but the guard left and Ryou heaved a sigh of relief. I thought I was done for. Kaiba really has some frightening staff. Then again, they were probably necessary. Grasping the cart again he began to push, only for his foot to slide on a fallen paper. The metal cart was shoved forward and he nearly fell flat on his face, managing to catch himself just in time before he broke his nose on the floor. ... Clumsy. All at once, a crash was heard as his pushcart collided with the wall and several of his friends were rushing from their offices to see what was the fuss. The group of guards stopped in their tracks to see the dumb kid still laying on the ground. Ryou, are you alright? You really need to be more careful, said a woman with long brown hair and a stuck up nose. You're going to break the floor with that hard head of yours, she stated. The words were cold, but her tone was warm, as were her hands. He took them when they were offered, and he carefully stood. Ryou. As in Ryou Bakura? Asked the same man he'd nearly run into. The albino male stopped brushing off his knees and loudly gulped. I uh... Maybe? You're coming with us. Mr. Kaiba has requested an audience with you. Another gulp. If this is because of my riding on the cart, I assure you it will not happen again, he tried, only to shrink down at the heavy stare of now not just one man, but eight muscular males that could, and would, beat him up to steal his lunch money to buy protean shakes. They didn't need to say anymore, their expressions were enough. Ryou walked the Green Mile to the elevator with said eight men. All nine of them was a tight fit in the elevator, and the boring music only made things more uncomfortable. What had he done now? How badly did he mess up that Kaiba himself was going to exact his punishment?! By the time they left the tiny moving room, Ryou's face was whiter than normal. He felt as if he'd just been caught committing murder. The tallest man knocked on a set of double doors. Mr. Kaiba. We have brought Bakura to see you. He flinched. A real scaredy cat.