Blue Stockings.
Rtb - I have suddenly become obsessed with Yugioh at the moment. Unfortunately, I have a sickness which won't leave, lol, soooo if I don't update regularly, I'm sorry. I'll try my best! And Reviews help! XDDD! Now on with the story!!!
This is the first chapter and it's, of course, an introduction… so sorry if it's written strangely. It'll be different to the latter chapters, I just have a strange way of introducing stories, haha ….^^;.
Warnings: Swearing! YAOI, Yami/Hikari slashing! My humour…
Flamers shall be stalked in the dead of the night and I won't be gentle~
Disclaimer - I do not own Yugioh! But if did… Bakura would be a main character! XP
Chapter one.
Ryou sighed, quietly, as he pulled the sailor top over his head.
Biting his bottom lip softly, he pulled his long, spiky, white, locks out from under his shirt, letting them fall gracefully down his back and over his shoulders.
Although his hair tended to stick out at odd ends it was, for the most part, well groomed and somewhat flowing, like that of a girls hair.
His emerald green eyes sparkled as he observed himself in his full length mirror.
"Maybe this skirt is to short… I haven't brought a new one since two year ago… perhaps I've… grown?" he muttered quietly under his breath before blinking a few times.
"What do you think Amane?" he asked, his words seemingly getting louder than before.
There was silence for a moment or two before Ryou grinned and nodded.
"You're right, I'll buy one tomorrow, thankyou sister, you're always so good to me." he giggled softly as he tugged gently on the end of his skirt, trying to make it cover more of his legs, even if it was only for a second or so.
Brows furrowing slightly, he pouted as he turned away from the mirror in search of his school bag, which looked more like a brown leather suitcase than anything else, and smiled slightly as he caught sight of it hanging slightly askew on his wooden desk chair.
"I know, Amane, I know… I don't like fathers visit's either… but he's only like this because he misses you… I don't know why he can't see you… but ever since he stopped seeing you he can hardly look at me. I think it's because he knows I can see you and he can't… well yes… he doesn't like me wearing dresses or skirts… but I hide it okay… no I'll be careful… I'm sure I'll be fine… now I have to go to school, I'm running late." Ryou muttered as he ran about his room clumsily falling over books that littered the floor, but gracefully getting his footing back just in time to keep him from tripping.
Doing one last check of the room for anything he might have forgotten to pack, he gave a small nod and then closed the door behind him as he made his way to school.
….School.
That used to be a place Ryou feared. A place he hated to go to… a place he tried to avoid as much as possible in his younger years.
As a child he was picked on for his girly looks or traits, and when he wasn't being picked on he was being… 'propositioned' … by older men.
It was humiliating for Ryou to not only be protected and stood up for by his younger sister, but also to have to change schools over and over again because he just didn't seem to fit in anywhere.
It didn't matter if he was shy and quiet and tried his best to just meld into the background… he stood out… like the stars in the night sky against the dark black background of the vast nothingness in-between them.
Shaking his head of such thoughts, he fastened his pace as the front gates to Domino High came into view.
He was mere meters in front of the said gates when two pairs of arms slinked their way around his neck and someone blew into his ear.
"Malik… please don't blow in my ear, you know how much I dislike it." Ryou stated bluntly before gently elbowing the person behind him who immediately let go of his neck.
"And Marik… how wonderful it is to see you…I'm guessing the two of you are back together then?" Ryou asked with a tone of boredom and slight playfulness at the same time.
Marik grinned at the boy in front of him before pulling Malik close.
"When aren't we together? We're in deep passionate love, in which we shall never be apart!" Marik exclaimed boldly as he let his hands cup Malik's face and bring their mouths only inches apart.
They were just about to close the gap between them when they were rudely interrupted by the boy they had somewhat forgotten about.
"You weren't together last week!" the 'whitenette' stated with exasperation, causing the two blondes to come to a complete stop and turn to face him.
"And last month you had a huge fight and then broke up only to get together a few day later, and what about last Christmas! The two of you hated each other! And the Easter before that you had sworn never to love each other again!! But two months later oh no you're back together! You brake my brain!" Ryou ranted as he pulled and tugged at his own hair, before finally coming to a stop and panting softly, eye twitching ever so slightly.
"I have no time for you or your silly romances. Unlike you two, I actually enjoy school, and would prefer to be on time. If you would like to join me, you are most welcome… if not, that's your loss. Good day." Ryou said calmly, finally calming down after his rant and regaining his composure before walking off in the direction of the school.
Marik couldn't help but laugh at Ryou's behaviour as Malik growled and scoffed.
"Who the bloody hell say's 'good day' anymore! Fuck, that kid needs some vocab lesson's or something! He ruined our mood!!!" Malik yelled in annoyance before grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Sneaking up behind Ryou, he grabbed the end of the boys skirt and lifted it up as high as he could.
"Nice undies!" The blonde laughed as Marik, who was watching from the sidelines woof-whistled in approval.
Ryou felt tears begin to well up in his eyes as his cheeks burned a bright red colour.
Luckily he was saved by one of the girls in his class, Anzu… well, at least, he thought that was her name.
"You stupid boys!!! How dare you do that to a girl! Apologise right now!" She fumed as she waggled her finger at them disapprovingly.
"No way, ya stupid ol' bitch! Not in a million years! Ry's our friend she don't care, do ya, Ry?!" Malik laughed as Marik gave Ryou a stern, almost warning look making Ryou bit his lip in discomfort.
He was, unfortunately, friends with these two delinquents… or lunatics as he liked to put it. However, through being friends with these two, they had found out his most precious secret.
You see, no one at Ryou's school knew that he was a boy. Ryou's father had been on an important excavation and left Ryou to enrol himself into school… and he had done so successfully …. except… he had enrolled himself as a girl.
Over the years he found that being a girl was much more socially acceptable than being a girly boy. When the kids thought he was an actual girl they didn't try to bully him, they fell in love him and showered him with kindness and gifts. And the men who usually said strange things to him or touched him in very uncomfortable ways… didn't do that anymore… some men did say strange things… but they were few and far between. Ryou seemed to fit in more when he was a girl… and he was able to not stand out as much.
Thus, with a new school came a new opportunity.
A new, happier life.
The life of a school girl.
And no one except Malik, Marik and himself… obviously… knew.
However, since those two, fiends, knew they milked it for all it was worth. Using it to get them out of trouble or to get him to do them favours. He didn't mind too much, but every now and again he couldn't help but feel slightly upset by his friends actions.
"Er… Miss Anzu, it's okay, really. I'm sure the boys didn't mean anything by it… they are my friends after all." Ryou mumbled softly, his cheeks tainted a soft pink as his bright green eyes focussed completely on his shoes. They seemed interesting at the moment… such a nice shade of black…
Anzu growled before shooting the two boy's, clad in black, a death glare, and then walking on ahead towards the school.
"Perverted twins…" she muttered under her breath as she went.
Marik grinned.
He loved the nickname of twins Malik and himself had picked up… it made their love seem all that more… forbidden.
They weren't actually twins of course, they weren't even related! It was just… they looked awfully similar.
They both came from Egypt as exchange students, Marik was two years older than Malik and was also about 6 inches taller. He had a more muscular, broader build, where as Malik, although slightly toned, was much more lean and feminine looking.
But their brown tanned skin and their blonde hair, despite any small differences between the them, made the two look quite similar. Especially their eyes. They both had stunning purple eyes. Marik had a dark, almost sinister purple, whereas Malik had a soft lavender purple… he really hated that.
But despite any small difference between them, the people at school, who thought all foreigners looked the same, had entitled them with the nick name of twins.
It probably didn't help that they spent almost everyday, that they weren't fighting, of course, together.
"Haha, that's right, keep walking! We don't need you! We don't need any of you! Hey, you… whaddya you looking at! Want me to cut you?! Huh?!" Malik screamed at Anzu at first… but it soon progressed to anyone who just walked by.
Marik just shook his head. He was used to Malik's somewhat insane behaviour… because he was somewhat insane himself.
Walking past Malik, he casually brushed himself against the other, whispering a small; "We'll get them all later…" before making his way over to Ryou, pushing him slightly towards the school.
"Come on, hurry up or you'll be late!" he teased, not able to hold in his laughter as Ryou clumsily tripped over his own feet a few times until he finally got his balance back and ran towards class, stopping half way to give a small wave back to Malik and Marik, before continuing on to class.
Malik smiled, an actual soft, kind hearted, smile, which was rare for him.
"He's … I mean she's to cute for her own good." he said warmly.
Marik couldn't help but nod in agreement.
"Yes well, maybe when we brake up next I'll snag her instead of you … again…" The older blonde trailed off, a small gleam of teasing in his eye.
"What do you mean break up next?! You said we'd be together forever! And if anyone will get her it's me! I'm the prettiest after all!" Malik rebutted.
Frowning slightly as his teasing side left him, Marik couldn't help but retort with a snide:
"You may be pretty but I'm fucking sexy and who do you think she's gonna choose? Pretty or sexy?!" Marik growled lowly.
Malik grit his teeth together in annoyance before taking a step forward and pointing, quite rudely at the other.
"Well of course she'll choose pretty! I mean look at her tastes man! And besides… you chose pretty when you got together with me! Remember, you fool?!?!"
Marik just smirked as he replied.
"Yes…but I'm top…" and with that Marik grabbed Malik's arm, the one that was pointing at him, and pulled him forward into a deep kiss.
"Am I interrupting something…?" a gruff voice asked from behind them.
Breaking apart, ready to kill whoever had interrupted their moment, they eased up slightly when they saw it was only their dear old friend Bakura.
"Hey 'Kura-ban-du-ra', how are you this fine day?" Marik teasingly greeted his friend, a playful smile gracing his lips.
Bakura was just about to answer when he was interrupted.
"Oh, it's only you. How about you run along whilst we have sexy time? Hmmm?" Malik smirked at the new comer, leaning into Marik's chest slightly.
Without much thought or effort the silvery grey haired boy grabbed hold of Malik and forced him into a head lock where he proceeded to ruffle his hair quite harshly as Malik's screams of: "Nuuuuu, my hair! My precious hair! It took me hours to get it right! Nuuuuuu!!!" were, for the most part, ignored.
"As I was just about to say, Marik, I am filled with hate and anger at this beautiful spring day… I hate spring! I just want to murder whoever came up with the idea of such a shitty season… FUCK!" Bakura answered frankly, his face contorting into a funny expression every time he mentioned spring.
It was a mind fuck of a season, spring, well in Bakura's mind anyway.
It was to wishy washy for him. Not cold enough to stay inside… not hot enough to go outside… it was just… in the middle. It was sitting on the fence, like a bloody agnostic… something Bakura also disliked.
Bakura hated anything that was just half done, or half finished. It was either start it and finish it or don't start it at all. Half way just wasn't good enough, damn-it!
And it was for this reason, entirely, that Marik and Malik had decided not to tell Bakura Ryou's secret.
Bakura, you see, had a crush on Ryou. Ever since he had seen the supposed 'girl' he had been somewhat obsessed with her, and had developed a crush on Ryou thinking she was a girl… how surprised he would be to find out that the girl he thought about every night as he let his hand travel down, into his pants, was actually… a boy.
Throwing Malik to the ground, after the little twerp resorted to biting him, Bakura yawned as he tried to recover from his night out of drinking and whatnot.
Stretching ever so slightly he leant against a near by tree, picking at his nails, with little to no interest in anything else happening around him.
Marik sighed as he watched Malik pick himself up off the ground and sulk like a child before turning his attention back to Bakura as he silently fiddling with the, now, knots in his 'beautifully golden' hair.
Frowning at the whining blonde slightly, Bakura turned his attention to Marik… he found him more mature than Malik and therefore easier to communicate with.
"So… how the fuck are you?" The white haired teen asked with slight interest… he wasn't very good with 'friendship' stuff so he liked to just… say what was on his mind instead of trying to be polite and spare people feelings.
"Well, I'm pretty much the same as always, sexy, charming, and loved by all~! Got to see the under garments of your fair lady today, she has such cute taste~!" Marik chuckled.
Within three seconds Marik was pinned against a nearby wall as Bakura pressed his arm up against Marik's throat, almost choking the other completely.
"What?!" Bakura snarled as he looked Marik square in the eyes.
Marik laughed, a choked kind of laugh, as he observed Bakura's reaction.
"Relax! Pretty boy over ther-there… was the -cough-one to pull her -gag- skirt up… ah! For fucks sake I can hardly -gasp- breathe!" Marik hissed as he finally managed to shove Bakura off of him.
"Geeze! Talk about over reacting! Look I'll make it up to you, the next time Malik wears a skirt I'll let you pull it up and take a gander, alright?!" Marik bargained causing Malik's face to light up in a bright shade of red.
"WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEXT TIME?!?! I HAVEN'T WORN A SKIRT BEFORE IN MY LIFE!!! IN MY LIFE I SAY! AND EVEN IF I DID I'M NOT LETTIN BAKURA SEE UNDERNEETH IT!" Malik screeched as Bakura muttered a low: "As if I'd want to see it…" before lighting a cigarette.
"What did you say?! I'll show you!!!" Malik screamed as he tried his best to tackle Bakura to the ground.
Bakura couldn't help but grin as he kept Malik at bay with only one hand. Bakura had basically the same build as Marik, he was toned and broad with natural strength and muscle, and yet he was still thin… needless to say, it wasn't hard for him to over power someone like Malik who was much more lean than the two other boys.
Marik couldn't help but laugh as he watched the two fight and scuffle.
He could remember when the three had first become friends. Bakura was the new exchange student, who funnily enough, was also from Egypt, and Malik had taken no time at all to run up to the other small boy and ask about the scar on his face. Bakura had not taken well to this greeting and pushed Malik down, making the younger boy cry. Marik had then stepped in and a fight had ensued… over the years the two had come to respect each other, and then later on become friends… and as much as Bakura and Malik would deny it they were also close friends… they both had to many similarity's, like their love of blood, violence and death, not to get along.
Sighing as he decided to free Bakura from his boyfriends constant swiping at him, Marik pulled Malik close to him, letting Bakura smoke in peace.
There was a moment of calm and quietness before Bakura couldn't help but break the silence with a question that had been plaguing his mind for several minutes now.
"Why are you lookin' up girls skirts anyway? I wouldn't think they'd be your type, fag."
"Everyone's my type!" Malik immediately responded without thinking, resulting in Bakura giving him one hell of a nasty glare.
"Settle down you two fuck-wits, before I come over there and make you… Look, Bakura, Malik was just messin' around with her, their friends, ya know. It was all in good fun!…Really good fun… but it wasn't anything for you to worry about, sheesh." Marik interjected shaking his head at the two before shrugging slightly.
Bakura looked over the younger blonde for a moment before giving up and taking a drag on his cigarette.
Letting himself slide down the side of the school fence, he sat down on the pavement and leant against the cool brick wall, making a mental note to trick Malik into grafting it one day… he would love to see the blonde try and out run the school security, that would be a laugh and a half, that would.
Marik grinned, looking almost homicidal, as he took a place sitting down next to Bakura.
Pulling Malik down into his lap, he nuzzled into the others golden hair and grinned slightly wider as he heard the school bell ringing before fading out into nothing.
"When are you gonna tell her?" Marik asked softly, although with his voice it came across quite gruff.
"Tell who, what?!" Bakura snapped as he turned to face Marik and Malik.
Malik groaned in frustration at their friend before playfully kicking the other in the leg.
"Tell Ryou about how you feel about her." Malik stated childishly, snuggling into Marik's chest as Bakura glared at him for the kick.
"Fucked if I know. I don't think about this shit… thing's will happen or they won't… for Christs sake!!! If I wanted to talk about this kind of thing I would go to health ed class." he growled before putting his smoke out on the cement beneath him.
"This is fucked. I'm going home to drink… call me if you've got something interesting to talk about… like you killed a guy or something!" Bakura hissed before getting up and walking off down the street to buy more booze.
The two blondes blinked for a moment as Bakura slowly disappeared into the distance… before they both burst out into fits of laughter.
"Oh My God! That was so funny!!! Bakura's so sensitive under that tough guy act! Mention one little girl and he get's all mad! Sooooo cute!" Malik laughed as he rolled around in Marik's lap.
Marik couldn't help but nod in agreement as he laughed somewhat manically with his younger counterpart.
"I just love the fact that he ran away! He actually ran away! Ahhhh, I love Ryou so much more now! So much more!!!" Marik hollered as he tried to contain his laughter.
Malik pouted slightly as he looked up at his older lover.
"Do you… love him more than me?"
Marik grinned before ruffling the others hair.
"I wonder… maybe we can find a nice secluded spot and you can convince me otherwise~?" Marik propositioned as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Malik simply grinned, a wicked lust filled grin, before getting off the others lap and helping him up off the ground.
"Let's do it on Bakura's couch… he'll just looooove that!" Malik beamed up at Marik.
"Hmmm, don't you mean 'hate it'?" Marik asked as he raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"I wonder~ let's do it and find out!" Malik gleamed as he dragged Marik off in the direction of Bakura's house.
Ryou frowned as he made his way home from school.
Malik had missed class yet again! And Ryou had every reason to believe that if Malik had skipped, Marik had too.
It was worrisome.
Sure, the two blondes annoyed him from time to time and they always seemed to pick on him… but they were his friends, his only true friends, and he was worried about them.
Many people, especially Anzu, always questioned why he was friends with the two misfits. And, although he never really answered them with anything more than a; "because… we just are.", he knew that they would be there for him if he ever seriously needed them.
They were good people… just socially unaccepted and misunderstood… but then again… so was he.
The only difference between him and them was that he cared about fitting in… they didn't.
'I guess I just kind of… admire them, Amane~! Huh? What's that? Oh, I just knew you'd understand.' Ryou thought to himself happily, picking up a slight skip in his step as he approached his house.
Slowing down slightly, he blinked as he recognised the car parked in the front drive.
"Oh no… father's… home…? Why is father home?! He didn't tell me he would be home today! Ummm, what to do?! What to do?! Urgh, I'm going to have to sneak in… why me?!" Ryou whined mentally as he bit at his nails before scurrying around to the back of the house.
Climbing up a nearby tree, that was close enough to his bedroom window that he could climb across and let himself into the house, he couldn't help but be incredibly thankful for leaving said window unlocked as he wriggled his way inside, eventually falling flat on his face.
"Ow… that hurt."
Shaking his head a little he moved onto more pressing matters as he searched his room high and low for his boy's school uniform and silently cheered as he found it strewn atop his wardrobe.
Pulling it on as fast as humanly possible he then made his way out the window and back down the tree before entering the house from the front door.
"Father! I'm home!" He called out, his forced cheerfulness evident to anyone who knew him well.
"Welcome home, Ryou." His father greeted him before looking up at the ceiling with a puzzled expression.
Ryou followed his fathers gaze up to the first floor ceiling and blinked.
"What are we looking at, dad?" he asked with both confusion and interest.
"I swear I heard something upstairs, just a moment ago.. It seems to have gone now… how strange." his father muttered as Ryou bit his lip in anxiousness.
"Yes… very strange indeed. So, what are you doing home today, father? I was surprised to see your car in the drive way, you didn't tell me you were coming home, I would have prepared you a dinner or, at the very least, a snack!" Ryou pressed, trying to change the subject.
Looking down at his son, Charles quickly looked away as Ryou made eye contact with him.
'He looks just like her… I can't stand to look at him…I can't. Hikari, forgive me.' Charles, Ryou's father, thought solemnly before grabbing a few papers and looking over them, pretending to pay attention to his work.
"It's fine Ryou… I'm fine. I'm only in Japan for a few days, so I thought I'd drop by and see how my favourite son is doing. I won't be here long. So… How are your grades? Keeping up with your school work I hope."
"Yes dad! I study everyday, and my marks are the highest in the class. They even asked me if I wanted to move up a grade!" Ryou exclaimed with pride.
"Why that's excellent! What did you say?"
"I turned them down, of course. I don't want to move up and fall behind, I think it's better for me to learn comfortably instead of struggling." Ryou explained in a matter of fact kind of tone.
Ryou's father couldn't help but smile as he patted his son on the back, awkwardly.
"Good thinking, boy. I don't want your grades to drop just because you were moving to quickly. I'm sure you'll continue to do well in the grade you are in."
Ryou grinned at the compliment and nodded fervently before kneeling down at the table, resting his arms on the dark tainted wood, his head pressed against his forearms as he admired some of his fathers papers and ancient Egyptian artefacts.
"Now…. How's other things? You're not being picked on again are you? Teachers giving you a hard time? You ought to be popular with the girls by now… any special girl I should know about?"
Blinking rapidly as he tried to process the all the questions at once he smiled shyly as he looked up at his father, who was still avoiding eye contact.
"No… I'm fitting in rather well at this school. And my some friends from one of my old primary schools are there, so I'm not so alone. The teachers are nice… well most of them… my favourite is Jounouchi-sensei, he's so much fun. But Kaiba-sensei, I find, is best to learn from. All the boy's seem to like Mai-sensei… but… she kinda scares me…." he trailed off as his fathers eye's looked at him for a brief second over the papers he was pretending to read.
Gulping slightly, he held his fathers gaze for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief once his father went back to looking over his work papers.
Fidgeting slightly, he went on.
"Ummm, as for girls… I guess you could say I am popular. They seem to like me, and I seem to spend a lot of time with them lately. But, ah… there's no girl that I'm with or like… the only girl I like is Amane… she's so nice, just like she was back then! And she's always keeping me company and helping me with my homework and…" Ryou began to rant but instantly silenced as Charles let his fist slam down onto the table, causing Ryou to jump.
"F-f-father?"
"Why? Why do you always have to bring her into it… this… anything!!!" Charles voice boomed throughout the large sized house.
Getting up from the table, he grabbed Ryou by the arm and shook him.
"I try my best to bond with you Ryou! I try my best to be good to you! I only want what's best for you! But you continue with this time and time AGAIN! I can't deal with this! I can't deal with you!" The older man screamed as he looked down at his son who had began to cry.
"You…you won't even look at us anymore…" Ryou sobbed pathetically as he went limp, letting his father keep him upright by the hold on his arm.
"Stop. Just stop." His father whispered as he ran his hand over his face before massaging the bridge of his nose slightly with his fingers.
He was so stressed…. with his work… and with his son. It was beginning to get to much for the man and it was starting to show.
"I can't even stand to be around you like this… I have to go. I'll come back later on in the month, I don't know when… I just can't deal with you Ryou… I just can't." Charles stated, almost emotionlessly as he let go of Ryou's arm, letting the boy fall to the ground, still sobbing and crying.
Packing his bags into the car and leaving some cash on the counter, he left without a single word as Ryou cried, helplessly, on the kitchen floor.
TBC in the next chapter! XD
Rtb, Authors Notes - Lol at the names of Ryou's parents~! Well I didn't know there actual names and I was like whatever the first names are that come into my head they shall be their names. Charles worked out well cause it's an English sounding name and Ryou is British~! Hikari… well that confused me too. But I thought since it's an AU fic it won't make much difference and this way Ryou is half Japanese which explains why his name is Ryou… I haven't met to many British people named Ryou… so I guess this fixes that plot hole of sorts. XD!
YES! I am Australian… so the slang in here may not make any sense to anyone! If you are confused about the slang used just msg me and I'll explain it.
This also means that I am using the Australian schooling system which works out to be:
Primary school - prep to grade six
High School - Year 7 to 12
And then there's University.
Term one is usually February to April, Term two is usually May to July, Term three is usually July to September, Term four is usually September to December. Summer holidays is over December to January and some of February.
Seasons - Summer - December to Feb. Autumn - March to May. Winter - June to August. Spring - September to November.
The legal age for everything (drinking, smoking, driving, etc) is 18.
Anything else you need to know msg me and I'll msg you back and or post it in the next chapter.
Lol, silly Ryou, he's all dressed up like a girl~!
Hope you enjoyed it! Chapter two out soon if ya did!