CHAPTER ONE
Name: Son of the Night
"…" Speech
Anything in italics is direct thoughts (not general musings)
Summary: Ryou and Bakura are brothers and happily in love, despite Bakura's job, but another wishes to come in between the happy couple. How far will the other go to get Ryou? YAOI BXR MXR, bloody stuff (light) and violence
Warning: This story is totally yaoi. YUM!! N e ways, there is also violence and brutal killings (means lots of blood and gore). And incest is really big but oh well. If that is the kind of stuff that floats your boat then, read on! If not, well then, go away.
Disclaimer: So, I checked on the Internet yesterday and sadly my bid for ownership for Yugiouu failed. So, as of today I don't own it. But who knows what tomorrow will bring.
X.X.X
The darkness concealed everything and everyone. It was a blessing for those who did not wish to be seen and a struggle for those who needed to get to important places. Shadowy figures lurked on every corner, some selling drugs, others their bodies. What ever one wanted they could find it on the streets of Domino.
Among the nightwalkers of the city stalked a certain feared figure. Those who saw him gave him a wide berth, no one wanted to mess with this shadowy prowler. And the stalker wanted no interruptions. A group of men walked not too far in front of the shadow walker. Those were his targets, but only one death was necessary. The rest were a bonus.
Normal POV
Bakura could hear his breath faintly. That was all the sound that echoed in his part of the dark and damp alley. Up ahead noise drifted back to his attentively perked ears. His footsteps fell silently as he paced after his target. Up ahead the business man argued loudly on his cell phone as the guards kept pace with him. The man was stupid to travel without a car and with only four bodyguards, especially in a seedy part of the city. No one who knew they were marked should act that stupid. He was probably trying to use the lack of a car to better slide into the city's essence with no one the wiser. It was foolish of the man. And yet somehow he managed to become the CEO of some big important flashy company.
Bakura continued his deadly stalk of death, slowly speeding up. And still the victim was oblivious. Bakura found his hand straying to his knife, hanging sheathed on his belt. He blended into to the shadows perfectly, wearing not black but rather clothes made of motley of patches of several shades of grey and black. It helped blending in with shadows for not all shadows were black but rather just dark. His white hair was perfectly hidden under a dark grey ski hat.
Up ahead the target stopped, muttering angrily on his cell phone, punctuating his words with abrupt actions. Finally the businessman yelled on last time then pulled the phone away from his ear and clicked a button. He turned to talk to his head bodyguard. Bakura slid his blade out of the leather sheath. The polished blade was eight inches from where the blade met the handle to the tip and the handle was made of polished oak wood and five inches long.
He could almost smell the fear in the air. It would be anytime soon. The man was still up ahead and Bakura let his muscular legs coil and spring. It was only a few short seconds to the target and then the polished steel dagger met the one of the guard's back and into the beating heart. Before any of the men could react Bakura was spinning and letting his dripping blade greet the next security. The one of the remaining two faced the shadow while the second grabbed the CEO's arm and hustled him forward and deeper into the alley.
A feral growl slid out of Bakura's throat, no way was he failing. A small flash in the dim moonlight was the only warning then his knife met with the man's chest, blood pouring out for a moment then slower as the heart's pumping slowed then stopped.
Bakura was up and sprinting towards the man and his security, feet silently slapping the hard pavement. The last man turned and unholstered a gun. As Bakura saw the gun being pulled out he dove into a roll. The wildly fired bullet rushed over his head and beyond in the dark alley. The assassin sprang to his feet, clenching his knees then sprang again. The aim was perfect and Bakura landed next to gun-wielding guard. Before the man had time to counter Bakura grasped the gun-laden arm and wrenched it to the side, letting his dagger find a spot between the man's ribs. The CEO backed away, mouth gaping and cell phone dangling forgotten between his fingers. Bakura cocked his head and listened, if the person was still on it, it would mean an unnecessary witness and the Guild would not be happy.
Blessed silence met his ears. Now was the time to finish this mission and get home. The CEO was still standing in shock and the assassin had no problem getting right up to him and letting his knife finish the job. With a slow fall the man's body collapsed onto the dirty pavement. Bakura watched as the puddle widened around the corpse in an ever growing circle.
The shadowy killer headed back into the bustling city, it was past supper time and blood made the assassin hungry.
LATER
The clock chimed eleven, echoing mournfully in the near empty house. The sound found its way into the kitchen, startling the petite boy bent over the counter, pencil tapping the papers spread in front of him. Ryou looked around with a sigh, it was eleven already and Bakura wasn't back yet.
The teen returned to his work, concentrating on the school paper that lay in front of him. A pile of neatly stacked papers lay to his left, already having been finished by the teen. With a slight shrug he fixed the sleeve of his long-sleeved black and white striped shirt. The shirt was large on the petite frame as it belonged to Bakura.
The thud of the door quietly shutting caused Ryou's head to jerk up in surprise. No sound came to Ryou's ears and that scared him. The boy's pale hand drifted towards a steak knife lying on the counter. Ryou nervously clutched it, and his eyes swept the room, checking every corner and shadow. He had kept the room brightly lit because of his fears but somehow shadows still lurked, taunting the scared teen.
The feel of an arm sliding around his waist startled him and the knife fell to the linoleum floor with a clatter. Ryou's breath hitched and his diminutive frame started to shake. A second arm joined the first and they tightened around the teen's waist. A scream bubbled up the boy's throat and erupted. Before a second passed one of the arms that had been around the teen's waist raised itself to cover his mouth.
"Shsh." The attacker hissed in Ryou's ear. The teen froze; he recognized the low husky voice. Slowly he turned around in the person's arms and came face to face with his older brother, Bakura. The teen's face instantly smoothed out, any traces of terror and fright gone. The teen was still trembling faintly however.
"'Kura, y-you scared me!" The older teen smiled faintly at the tremor in his brother's voice, even though he acted like it was already Ryou was still scared. The young teen reached up and wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and breathed in his brother's scent with a smile.
"Ok Ryou. As much as I love holding you I'm famished. What did you make?"
"Um, I made some pasta and there's some meat in the fridge for you. All it needs is to be warmed up."
"Did you eat tenshi?"
Ryou frowned at the question. It was nice and all of his brother to care but he didn't like it when Bakura asked too many questions about his eating habits. Just because he wasn't the biggest fan of eating didn't mean he was anorexic, did it?
"Of course I ate something." The young teen hated lying to his older brother but he didn't want Bakura to worry about him.
Bakura released Ryou and as the teen went to get the food from the fridge, looked around the spotless kitchen. He wandered over to the papers on the counter and studied them intently.
"What are these Ryou?" The teen looked up from his position bending over the fridge and glanced over to what Bakura was browsing through.
"Oh, those. Those are copies our school transcripts. We start school tomorrow and I thought it would be best if I went over the papers and knew our story forwards and backwards." Bakura looked at his brother's face and thought over the teen's words for a moment.
"Alright then, Mr. Expert. Where did we move from?"
"Simple. Westwood, New Jersey."
"And what are our parent's names?"
"Anoka and Sadiki Bakura."
"And how did they die?"
"In a car crash two Septembers ago, when I was 14."
"And why is it we moved to Japan?"
"Once you were legally old enough to be my guardian you wanted to move away from our mother's relatives in America and since our father was Japanese you decided to come here to his native country."
Bakura nodded, his brother did know the story pretty well. The older teen glanced back down at the papers again. Ryou and Bakura's grade was listed as 12th. Even though Ryou was younger than Bakura by three years he had been smart enough to be moved up to 12th grade and every school they went to recognized that and put him in 12th with Bakura. (In case you can't tell, Bakura's 19 and Ryou's 16.)
Ryou continued bustling around the kitchen, warming up Bakura's meal. Finally it was ready and Ryou steered Bakura to a kitchen chair, almost motherly. The teen stood over Bakura as he ate his meal. As soon as the kitchen was cleaned up Ryou leaped into Bakura's arms, wrapping his legs around his brother's waist.
Bakura gazed down into his brother's chocolate eyes. The man knew what was coming and he couldn't wait for it. Bakura bent down and his lips melded with Ryou's soft rose petal lips. They headed up the stairs, still lip locked. Bakura steered them towards their bedroom and pushed the door open with his free hand, not breaking the kiss. The entwined couple fell back onto the large bed, Bakura lying on his back with Ryou propped on top of him.
Finally Ryou pulled away with a low moan, gasping for breath. Bakura lay under him, a sparkle in his eyes.
"Oh gosh Bakura!" Ryou's voice was high and breathy. He rolled off of Bakura's stomach and took several deep breaths. Bakura did not like Ryou leaving him and rolled over to face Ryou, need evident in his eyes.
"No 'Kura! We have school tomorrow and it is already 11:45. We need to be getting to bed, not…" Ryou trailed off, his face turning bright red. Bakura chuckled slightly at the sight but still pouted.
"But I want to!" He was whining and he knew it.
"No 'Kura!" Bakura pouted but acquiesced. Ryou grabbed hold of the blankets and pulled them over their bodies. The man pulled Ryou close to him and closed his eyes, letting sleep claim them both.
X.X.X
The alarm blared softly, waking the two intertwined teens. Ryou was the first to stir, rising from the grip of slumber to shut off the alarm. He reached down and pulled Bakura's arms off from around his waist. The boy left the warm cocoon of blankets and leaned back over the bed to stir his brother awake.
Bakura cracked one eye open, hissing as the light streamed into it and stung. Ryou was bent over him, gently shaking his shoulder. The man grinned and darted his hand forward, grabbing Ryou's hand. Bakura brought it to his mouth, gently kissing each finger before smothering the palm in little butterfly kisses.
"It is time to wake up 'Kura. We can't be late for our first day of school."
"I know, you just look so pretty in the morning. I need you really badly." Ryou giggled softly at Bakura before sticking out his tongue. The teen pulled back his hand and headed towards the bathroom teasingly calling back over his shoulder.
"Better hurry up 'Kura or I'll be done with my shower before you come in." At that Bakura quickly rolled out of bed and the blankets and raced after his brother into the bathroom, quickly catching up to Ryou. The younger boy gave a small giggle as Bakura scooped him off his feet and quickly took over of the teen's lips.
Bakura and Ryou stumbled into the bathroom, the younger teen desperately gripping his brother's shirt as they kissed deeply. Ryou finally broke off the kiss, gasping faintly for breath. He gazed up into Bakura's lust tinted crimson eyes. The older brother supported Ryou with one arm as he reached for his brother's shirt hem. The two quickly got the clothes off of each other and fell into the bathtub in a tangle of limbs.
X.X.X
With a beep the microwave signaled the end of the cooking time. Ryou lifted his small frame from the kitchen chair and pulled open the microwave door and lifted the plate out of it. Golden brown hash browns lay on top and next to them a pile of eggs. Bakura watched hungrily as Ryou carried it back to the table. A small plate lay on the table, lightly brown toast lying buttered on top. Ryou placed the plate down in front of Bakura before climbing up on top of his brother's lap. The two shared the plate of food, eating fast as it was almost time to leave for school.
Bakura quickly finished the last hash brown with a smile. Ryou grinned back then pressed his lips to Bakura's, stealing the bite from the older man's mouth. The teen hopped up from his brother's lap and headed over to the door to pull on his shoes. Bakura followed over to his brother to grab his own school shoes. Then the two grabbed their shoulder bags and headed out the door together.
Bakura led Ryou out to the driveway where his car was parked. The two slid into their seats and Bakura revved the engine. The car peeled out of the driveway and down the road, heading deeper into Domino and towards their new school.
X.X.X
Ryou hovered behind his brother nervously as they headed into Domino Central School. Bakura strode confidently through the halls, the students parting around him as he strode towards the school office. Ryou clung to his back, timidly following the man, fearfully watching as all the people passed past him, talking loud and brushing past him.
Finally the two reached the office, where an elderly secretary directed them to a pair of chairs to it in. Ryou shifted nervously in the plastic orange chair next to his brother, cautiously watching the receptionist and, through a window on the side of the office, the bustling students.
Finally the principal's door swung open and the administrator emerged. The man gestured for them to enter so they followed him into the plush room, sitting down in the chairs in front of the desk.
The boys had already met with the principal once and had gotten all of the necessary paper, like schedules and locker assignments, but the principal had wanted to meet with them once more before they started school, to make sure they understood everything.
The principal shook each of their hands before going to sit down in his own chair behind his desk.
"Hello again Mr. Bakura and Bakura Ryou. I hope you had no trouble with any of the paperwork you received." Bakura shook his head in a no to the man's silent question.
"Now, I am aware that you have toured the building but if you two would like it, I can get a student to show you around the school." Ryou glanced up nervously at that, muscles tensing for a brief moment before relaxing. However, Bakura, whose eyes had been watching Ryou's leg, saw the brief tightening of muscles.
"No thank you, Ryou and I will manage just fine." Ryou let out an imperceptible sigh at Bakura's response, the teen was nervous around other people and Bakura took steps to prevent the boy from being in awkward situations.
Bakura thanked the principal then they exchanged farewells. Ryou stood as Bakura stood and followed his brother out of the office. The two brothers headed out into the crowded, bustling halls. Ryou followed his brother as Bakura hunted for their lockers. They had been assigned adjoining lockers, per Bakura's request.
Finally the two teens made it to their lockers and dialed in their combinations, popping open the lockers and placing their extra notebooks inside. They had not received any class books yet so there was still room in their lockers for all the books. Ryou turned away from his locker and stood anxiously next to Bakura, shifting awkwardly next to Bakura from foot to foot.
"Hey, Ryou. You ok?"
Ryou glanced up at Bakura, startled by his brother's voice. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just all the people. I haven't been in crowds this large in a long time."
Bakura had a worried look on his face. "You sure you'll be alright?"
"Yeah, just need some time to adjust. I'll be fine." Bakura studied his brother's face intently before turning away slightly and leaned against his locker. He closed his eyes and relaxed, just savoring the moment as his brother continued to place his school supplies in his locker. The sound of Ryou's locker clicking shut softly next to him stirred Bakura out of his reverie. He looked over to see Ryou staring at him, and Bakura used the time to admire the gentle curve of Ryou's jaw. He brother was just so damn sexy.
"Bakura." Ryou's soft lilting voice slowly sank into Bakura's mind but he tried ignored it, intent on just watching his brother. "Bakura."
"Hm?"
"Hon, we need to be heading to class if we don't want to be late." At that Bakura shook his head clear and gave Ryou a smile. The two boys thrust themselves into the bustling crowds, Bakura leading the way as Ryou stuck to the man's shadow. The older teen led the way into their first period class and found them seats in the back corner of the room. Ryou was seated in the corner desk and Bakura in the one next to him.
Only a few other students were in the room, and they were crowded around a desk in the back corner opposite Bakura and Ryou. A boy was seated in the desk, spiky sandy hair waving slightly as he turned to speak with everyone around him. Ryou found his eyes drifting over to that corner and he couldn't tear his eyes away, no matter how hard he tried. Large deep purple were set in a tanned face and everything was just so perfect. At that thought Ryou felt a guilty lurch in his heart. He shouldn't be thinking anything like that, especially with Bakura, his perfect boyfriend, right there.
Speaking of his boyfriend, Bakura had a curious look on his face; he had noticed Ryou's staring looks. Ryou gave a reassuring smile then turned his attention back to the front of the room, waiting for school to start and the teacher to arrive.
When the teacher began class Ryou and Bakura were forced to introduce themselves to the class. They had to stand in the front and tell their names and a little bit about themselves. When it was Ryou's turn to walk to the front he was trembling so badly his knees were knocking together harshly. The tanned boy's eyes were on Ryou as he advanced to the front. Bakura was also watching his brother nervously, he was not blind to Ryou's shaking and wished he could run up to the front and carry him back to the safety of their house.
"H-hi. I'm Ryou - Ryou Bakura. I-I grew up in New Jersey, U.S.A. and m-moved here three weeks ago with my b-brother. I l-like to read and paint. I'm only sixteen but I moved up several grades back in America. A-and that is about it."
Ryou blushed at the small stutter that was evident in his speech. All the eyes on him, staring, always staring at him. And they made him so very nervous, made him want to crawl in a hole and never come out. But Bakura needed to be in the hole with him. Ryou wouldn't want to be left alone without Bakura.
Ryou felt the others staring at him but one pair of eyes in particular were paying close attention. The tanned boy in the back was watching him intently, soaking up every little detail about the boy. While the sandy-haired boy was purely gorgeous Ryou mustn't even think about looking at him. Ryou was faithful to his brother, he was!
Bakura watched his younger brother retreat back to the corner, sitting down next to him. Bakura had seen the way the tanned boy had watched the teen as he talked and the very thought of someone crushing on Ryou made Bakura angry, angry enough to see a fine mist of red cloud his vision. The mist filtered away as the man felt his brother's hand gently touch his arm. Ryou still looked nervous but he directed Bakura's attention away from himself and towards the front of the room, where the teacher was beginning to lecture about something or the other. Bakura didn't even remember what class they had first period but oh well.
As soon as the bell rang for class Bakura shot out of his chair and quickly headed into the press of students outside the door, Ryou practically sprinting to keep up with his brother. The mysterious tanned boy slowly headed out after the two brothers in the same direction.
"Slow down Bakura." Ryou managed to gasp out one sentence but at the sound of his brother's voice Bakura instantly slowed his mad rush out of the class room and the halls. The teens were at their lockers anyway and they quickly busied themselves with opening their lockers and depositing last class's materials. Once again Bakura got finished before Ryou and stood waiting for his younger brother. Unnoticed, the tanned boy finished getting his materials out of a locker two down from Ryou.
X.X.X
(Don't feel like telling how their day went by, here's a short summary: Bakura sits by Ryou in each class, start making out in the gym locker room during gym class, and at lunch sit in a corner all by themselves at table to selves. Here's their schedule [set up like an American school:
1) Calculus
2) Advanced Japanese 12
3) Health
4) English 4
5) Gym
LUNCH
6) Chemistry
7) World Government
since they are in Japan they obviously must take Japanese as it is the native language
this is just a bit of a joke (not that funny though) cause they are suppose to be from America yet it is required, in this school, to take English, they get to take the 4th level since they already have lots of expertise in English and are seniors
an option at my school your senior year
Oh, and this is the end week of August, so Ryou's birthday is in a couple of days
And now we find them going to seventh period.)
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"Where are we headed next Ryou?" Bakura's voice could barely be heard over the din in the crowded hallway.
"Bakura, don't you know our schedule yet?"
"No."
"Oh. Um, next period is World Government in room 109. I'm all done so let's go before we are late." The two teens thrust themselves back into the crowd of students, Bakura leading the way again. Ryou followed close in his brother's footsteps, flinching every time someone brushed up against him.
They were once again one of the first ones in the classroom but the tanned boy from first period was also in there, once again surrounded by his fan club. Bakura and Ryou took the seats in the back corner, opposite the tanned teen.
The bell soon rang for class to start and the teens got more textbooks and papers and had to introduce themselves once again. The whole time Ryou was up front the tanned teen was staring intently at him and the looks did not get past Bakura.
As soon as Ryou had seated himself the teacher, Mr. Tomonori (I know I'm using English honorifics but I prefer them) stood up and went to the front of the class room. "As most of you should remember, we are going to be starting a group project today on the various countries and their forms of governments. I have divided you into groups of twos randomly since this is such a small class so now complaining. Now pay attention because I am only going to read the list of groups once. Yoshe and Anoka are group one. Mari and Caedryn are group two. Group three is Ryou and Marik. Bakura and Sadiki are group four."
At that point Ryou stopped paying attention. He was separated from Bakura. He could feel himself trembling but the teen did nothing to stop it. He couldn't be separated from Bakura, he couldn't. Next to Ryou sat Bakura, who was also shaking, but in anger. How dare Mr. Tomonori separate him from his brother. Bakura glanced over and saw his brother trembling, chocolate brown eyes darting back and forth nervously.
As Mr. Tomonori finished reading the list of groups and as the students quickly found their partners Bakura stood up from his desk and strode to the front of the room, anger evident in his eyes.
"Mr. Tomonori, may I talk to you for a moment please." Bakura kept his voice low, struggling to keep his anger in check.
"Yes, Bakura, what can I do for you?"
"I need my brother Ryou to be in my group. He has a fear of others and can not stand being separated from me, even for group projects like this one."
"Bakura, I'm afraid I cannot do that for you. The groups have been selected and it would be unfair of me to change them just to accommodate two people. And it is time your brother learns how to take care of himself and be alone. Now, if you would excuse me Bakura, I must hand out the syllabuses and go over the assignment again. Please find your seat next to Sadiki." Mr. Tomonori turned away from Bakura and grabbed up a pile of papers from his desk.
Bakura angrily turned away from the teacher and started for his original seat. But someone was already sitting in it. The tanned teen was seated in his seat, softly talking to Ryou, even though Ryou was so scared he was practically falling out of his seat so he could get away from Marik.
The only other available seat in the classroom was next to a short skinny boy on the opposite side of the classroom as Ryou. Bakura reluctantly slunk over to the seat and plopped down, his book bag still on his shoulder from when he and Ryou entered the classroom. The short skinny kid looked over at Bakura before rolling his eyes.
Over on the opposite side of the room Ryou was desperately trying to get away from Marik but at the same time not fall out of his seat. The tanned teen wasn't overbearing or anything, he was just good at making his presence known, practically forcing people to acknowledge him. And that was something Ryou did not want to do. Not at all.
Mr. Tomonori walked around the room, passing out sheets of paper with the guidelines of the project typed on it. When he was finished he returned to the front of the classroom.
"Now, everything you need to know about the project is on the paper in front of you so I don't need to here any questions. I am not going to be giving you any time in class besides today so you will be working with your partners outside of school. That shouldn't be too mush of a problem for you since I know that all of you have no lives. Now get planning but don't be too loud."
Marik turned to face Ryou, a small smile dancing at the corners of his lips. Ryou couldn't help but notice how absolutely stunning the teen was but Ryou needed to get away Marik and back to the safety of the bubble that Bakura projected. The teen was trembling violently, limbs shaking so hard he felt like they would just shake themselves right off.
"Hey, Ryou, you alright?"
The sound of Marik's voice startled Ryou and with a squeak he fell sideways out of his chair. In an instant Marik was by his side, helping the trembling teen up. Oh gosh, even his touch was gentle and soft. No Ryou, must not think like that. Poor Ryou was so scared because of the unexplained feelings he felt towards the senior and it just wasn't right, with him being Bakura's boyfriend and all.
Marik could feel the boy's trembling through the grip he had on Ryou's arm. "Yeah, are you alright?"
Ryou licked his lips nervously, trying to form words any words. Marik watched the little pink tongue as it dart forth. "I-I'm f-fine." The stutter was back along with a deep blush.
Marik laughed softly at the teen's blush, the boy was so cute when he looked like that. "You have any preferences as to the country that we do?"
It took a moment for the words to filter into Ryou's head; he was more concerned with stopping the shaking. Slowly his legs stopped, and then his arms, except his left hand still twitched faintly. Ryou looked up to see Marik gazing at him, back in Bakura's old seat. "Um, I-I don't h-have a p-preference."
"Oh, well in that case, I think we should do Egypt. I used to live there so I have a lot of material we can use for our project."
"E-Egypt sounds f-fine to me." Marik laughed again, this time at the little stutter that was always present in the teen's speech.
"You want to come over to my house tonight and work on the project?"
"I-I don't know." Ryou didn't want to go to anyone's house; he just wanted to stay home with Bakura.
"My house is clean, don't worry. And I live alone with my brother since my parents died so no old fogies to interrupt us." Ryou's eyes widened at that but he hid his reaction by letting his hair cover his eyes.
"I-I don't know. Its o-our first d-day here and B-Bakura probably wants m-me to be h-home tonight."
"Why does it matter what Bakura wants? He isn't your mother."
"B-but he is m-my legal g-guardian."
"Oh, well I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you came over for a bit. It is for school after all. Come on, you can't say no, I insist. We can go right when school gets over, I'll drive us." Marik looked expectant at Ryou, there was no way he was taking no for answer. "Great."
The bell rang loudly, piercing the awkward silence that had fallen between the two teens. Marik jumped up from his seat and grabbed Ryou's arm, pulling him from the room and into the hallway. The older teen led them to their lockers (remember that there is Ryou's locker then two more lockers, then Marik's locker).
Ryou and Marik left the classroom so quickly that by the time Bakura turned around in his seat and stood up they had already left. Seeing that Ryou was gone scared Bakura. He dashed frantically from the room, head whipping back and forth as he tried to remember the way back to his locker from this classroom. Why would Ryou of left? He is not capable of being by himself, he needed Bakura there always. Bakura turned right and pushed his way through the crowded hallways. Domino High School was not a large one but Bakura somehow got lost. How the hell did I get lost? I always know where I am and how I got there. It must be due to my worrying over where Ryou is. Bakura turned down another hallway and grinned as he realized that this was the hallway his locker was at.
Marik leaned on Bakura's locker as Ryou finished digging out the books he needed for his homework. The older teen had already gathered his books from his locker, only two lockers away from Ryou's. As soon as the pale teen finished Marik gripped his wrist and headed for the outside doors, opposite the way Bakura was coming from. The older teen led Ryou out through the main doors and into the student parking lot. Marik kept his grip tightly on Ryou's wrist, steering him through the cars to an expensive looking dark green Corvette (don't worry, the motorcycle will show up later, I find this a bit more convenient). Another teen was leaning against the passenger door of the Corvette, book bag slung carelessly over his shoulder. He looked a lot like Marik but there was enough of a difference to tell them apart. Marik's brother was slightly shorter than Marik but still taller than Ryou. However he looked to be about Ryou's age (16 if you don't remember). (Ok, you should all know what Malik looks so enough of the description.)
"Bout time you fricken' showed up."
"Shut up. Ryou, this is Malik, my brother. Malik, this is Ryou." Marik left the conversation at that and unlocked the doors with a click of the automatic door opener (I love those things), still keeping his grasp on Ryou's wrist as if the younger teen might sprout wings and fly away like a delicate butterfly if Marik were to let go off him.
Malik opened up the passenger door and slid inside, not even sparing a second glance at Ryou. Marik finally let go of Ryou's wrist after he opened up the door behind Malik. He helped Ryou slide into the car before shutting the door like a gentleman. Marik went to the other side of the car and placed his book bag on the seat next to Ryou before clambering into the driver's seat.
Ryou quickly buckled up his seatbelt as Marik peeled out of the parking lot. The radio was on faintly, filling the silence with soft rock music. The teen quickly merged into the traffic and turned for the nicer part of Domino. The car was quiet for a long time, each person in his own world until Marik interrupted the peaceful atmosphere.
"You'll need to call your brother when we arrive, he's probably wondering where you disappeared to." Ryou's head shot up at that comment, he had forgotten all about that in the way Marik had been dragging him around so fast. The car continued to roll forward into the posher neighborhoods.
X.X.X (speaking of Bakura)
Bakura finally pushed his way to his locker but Ryou was not there. Bakura's breath hitched in the back of his throat. He quickly reached out and gripped the arm of the kid whose locker was next to his. The boy he had a grip on was a tall blond haired boy.
"Have you seen my brother?"
"No man. Did ya lose him or sometin?" With an angry snarl Bakura thrust the kid away from him and turned to his locker. Ryou should have his cell phone with him since the older teen had made sure he knew to carry it with him at all time.
Bakura fished out all of his school books then shut his locker and headed for the entrance. The school had a rule that cell phones were not to be used inside the school and Bakura needed to get outside so he could call Ryou.
Once Bakura was on the pathway in front of the building he pulled out his cell phone, a sleek black one that could easily fit into the palm of his hand. He quickly speed-dialed his brother and listened to the rings.
X.X.X
The cheesy ring tone of Ryou's cell phone was the first noise in the car since Marik had reminded Ryou about calling Bakura. The phone began the song once again as Ryou dug through the pockets of his book bag, trying to find it. Marik peered at Ryou through the rearview mirror, interest evident in his eyes. At last Ryou found his phone and pulled it out. He had chosen a silver flip phone, small and compact. He flipped it open and read the caller id screen.
"Bonjour?" Bakura insisted on Ryou using French if he was near others, a way of Bakura knowing that people where around Ryou and a way to keep their conversation private.
"Ryou, ou est-ce que vous?" (Sorry, my French isn't the greatest. Bakura just asked where Ryou is at. The rest of the conversation is written in English but spoken in French.)
"I'm with Marik. He kind of forced me to go home with him to work on the World Government project."
"What kind of forced?" Ryou could hear the barely disguised anger in Bakura's voice.
"He dragged me to my locker then dragged me out to his car. Don't worry though," Ryou cut off Bakura before he could start ranting about how he was going to hurt Marik. "I am not all alone with him; his brother is in the car with me."
"I still don't want you with him. Tell me where he lives and I am coming over there to pick you up."
"Bakura, as much as I just want to go home to you, he does have a point. I have to do this project sometime. But to make my darling happy I will get his address. Hold on a moment."
Ryou leaned forward in his seat, getting Marik and Malik's attention. "W-where exactly are w-we g-going? Bakura needs to know t-the address to pick me up t-tonight." Marik raised an eyebrow but rattled off an address. Ryou did not know where exactly Marik's house was but he was sure Bakura would recognize it.
Ryou turned back to the phone and rattled off the address to Bakura. Bakura recognized the address; it was in the nicest part of the city but something else about the address seemed to ring in the back of Bakura's mind. He pushed it away, he would worry about it when Ryou got back home.
"Ok, if you want to stay there. But if anything -anything- happens, you call me immediately. Got that love?"
"Of course. I'll call you when I need to be picked up. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Bye."
"Bye." Ryou ended the call with Bakura and looked up to see Marik's eyes watching him in the rearview mirror and Malik turned around to watch him.
"Do you always hold your conversations in French?"
"Um, y-yeah. Bakura thinks it is g-good practice for me."
"You sure do know a lot of languages." Malik spoke for the first time during the whole car ride.
"I know English, Japanese, Fr-French, a bit of Russian, and a tiny amount of German. When my parents were alive we m-moved around a lot."
"Marik whistled, long and low. "Wow, not too bad."
Ryou blushed, his face turning bright red. "Thanks." The car slowed down, then turned into a driveway. Ryou turned to look out the window and gasped. Marik's house was gigantic. A long concrete driveway led up to a huge mansion. The building was built of a grey stone material, and it was easily four stories tall, possibly five. The whole place was surrounded by a stone wall and behind Marik's car a large ornate iron gate clanged shut. Large gardens of flowers, with patches of grass in between, lay sprawled out in front yard.
Marik laughed at Ryou's expression of astonishment. "You like my house?"
"Wow! I mean, it is really nice. And b-big, very big." At that Malik let out a short laugh, almost like a bark. Ryou's head shot up at the noise, clearly startled. The other teen snorted at Ryou's nervousness before turning back around and opening the door. The car had stopped in front of the house and as Malik climbed out Marik also jumped out of driver's seat and hurried around the car to open Ryou's door. The younger teen grabbed his book bag and scooted out of the car through the open door. As soon as Ryou cleared the interior of the car Marik leaned in to get his school bag.
When he emerged from the inside of the car Marik noticed Ryou staring amazed at the manor. "You plan on coming in anytime soon?"
Ryou turned at the sound of Marik's voice. He smiled, a small grin that barely lifted the corners of his mouth. But Marik thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "A-after you."
Malik had already headed into the house and now Marik led Ryou through the front door. The boys entered a large foyer, and Ryou let out another gasp. The place was just so huge. The floor was covered in polished white tiles, with black swirled in with the white. A small, delicate looking table stood off to one side and on it was perched a light green vase. Large scenery paintings lined the wooden paneled walls. Marik stood by patiently while Ryou admired the graceful features of the house.
"We should work in the library."
"Y-you have your own library?"
"Yep." Ryou's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Wow." Marik grinned, a flash of white against his tanned face. He directed Ryou into the library and left to go get some snacks. Ryou looked around in amazement as he strolled through the bookshelves. The room was as big as Ryou's kitchen, living room, and dining room put together. And this was just one room in Marik's house. There were a lot of books in the room but not all of the shelves contained books but rather rare collectibles, most from Egypt. Ryou paused in front of a large bust of a pharaoh, a pensive look on the statue's face.
"Oh, hello." Ryou whipped his head to face Malik who had come up behind the pale youth. "I didn't know you where in here."
"Um, h-hello." The two lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. Ryou nervously shifted on his feet, waiting for the other teen to do something. Malik just stood there, watching Ryou through his kohl rimmed lilac eyes. The staring was making Ryou awkward and nervous. He could feel the eyes, boring into him, pressing and pressing on him.
"Ryou, where did you go?" Marik's voice interrupted the awkward silence between the two teens.
"I'm o-over here." Marik followed the sound of Ryou's voice, threading his way through the bookshelves. The older teen's mauve eyes widened marginally when he saw Ryou standing with Malik but he hid his surprise well.
"I have the table all set up and I got us some snacks to munch on." Ryou nodded, and, as Marik turned away gave a small wave to Malik before following the other teen. The tall boy led the pale youth over to a small wooden table in the middle of the library. Several books were piled on the tabletop and a small tray full of munchies (like M&Ms, Tootsie Rolls, cheese-flavored chips and fruit snacks, along with a pair of Pepsi twenty ounces) lay on the side. Ryou dropped his book bag next one of the chairs, Marik's bag lay next to the other chair.
Ryou raised an eyebrow at the sight of the junk food, skepticism plainly evident in his voice. "Is this your idea of snacks?"
"Yep!" Ryou smiled faintly at the reply before seating himself in one of the cushioned chairs at the table. Marik sat opposite the boy and they both pulled out their syllabuses for the project. The rest of the afternoon passed in quiet silence, the teens outlining what they wanted to do exactly for their projects and beginning to look up information on their chosen country. Marik was a well of information, having lived fourteen years of his life there. The only speaking was the quiet murmuring as they discussed the project. After a bit Malik wandered in from the depths of the library to sit and chat with the two teens.
Ryou sighed as he pulled his nose out of another book. His butt was sore from having sat for such a long time and he really, really, had to go to the bathroom. "Um, Marik, where's th-the bathroom?"
Marik grinned inwards as he noticed the boy's slight stutter had disappeared and he was much more comfortable around the Egyptian. "Go through the door and take a left, down the hall and another left. Then it's the third door on the right."
Ryou nodded as he committed the directions to memory. The house really was gigantic. The pale youth slid from his seat and walked through the door at the end of library.
As soon as Ryou's foot vanished from view Marik pulled out his cell phone. "Excuse me Malik, phone calls to make."
Marik punched in several numbers then hit the call button. Several rings met Marik's ears before someone picked up.
"Hello?"
"It's me. I have another target for you."
"I'm listening."
"Look in your mailbox, the envelope is in there. And I would appreciate it if you got started tonight, the sooner the better."
"Of course." Marik hit the end button the tossed his cell phone on top of his book bag. He looked up to meet Malik's eyes.
"It has been started, two down already and another will be begun tonight. Just leaves four more to go."
"That's good." The two lapsed into silence once again, awaiting Ryou's return.
luckycatshadow - Wow, sixteen pages of just the first chapter. When I hit a streak I just type like crazy. Then my mom kicks me off the computer (big meanie). Now I just need to get the next chapters flowing. Well, bye now.
And I was looking over the next chapter and there is a lemon in it so hold on, it is coming. And if you don't like that kind of stuff – bug off.
Luff you all.