Mew: This was probably inspired by the picture to a quiz I took. Basically, it was about whether you were a seme or an uke, and which kind. I took it twice, and got Sadistic Seme on one, and Badass Uke on another. Malik came to my mind with the Badass Uke one, for some reason, and I wrote this. HOW LAME IS THAT?
Draiku: Lamer than you, perhaps?
Mew: How rude. Anyway, this one may be pretty short, unless I'm compelled to write more based on feedback, and the number of reviews I get. –evil grin-
Disclaimer: Mew Draiku doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. She's also sick of writing these disclaimers.
Badass Boyfriend
Chapter 1: Slogans
If Malik had his own slogan, it would be, "Don't screw with me, you mother fucker." He was the kind of guy to dye his hair in outrageous colors, though he rarely did so, and wear loose, black, chained pants, which he did a lot. He had many piercings on both ears, as well as other body parts, including two that went on his nipples. He tended to wear collars and arm bands with spikes, as well as shoes he liked to call "bondage boots." He also had the knack to carry a stash of cherry-flavored lollipops wherever he went, and eat them all the time. The way he ate them was odd, too. He wouldn't bite or even nibble them; he'd slowly lick them until they were gone. This made the small, bright red candy last for hours at a time. Odd, much? Yes, that's what I thought when I first met him.
If I had a slogan, it would probably be something like this situation:
Me: Um, er, hi.
Someone else: Hi, Ryou!
Me: -faints-
You can probably safely say that Malik and I are exact opposites. How we became friends, I have no clue. He's popular, I'm not. He's "badass," and I definitely am not, and will probably not ever be considered "badass." I tended to wear soft colored clothing—light blue, white, and regular jeans—while he dressed like he was going Trick or Treating. He's the type to get everything at Hot Topic, while I'm the type to shop at Wal-Mart.
Today he and I were walking through the mall. Of course, he dragged me everywhere. Upon entering Hot Topic, I was greeted with stifled snickers from the employees and resident goths.
"Ah, here it is," Malik said, lifting a collar decorated with silver skull studs up with one hand while holding his cherry Dumdum in the other and licking it. "Finally. You know, I saw these on the website—so why didn't they have them here? I swear, Ryou, the system is corrupt. Anyway. How much is it?" He searched for a price tag.
"Probably over ten dollars—well over ten dollars," I said, glancing at a poster of Marilyn Manson and shivering.
"Damn," Malik muttered. "Oh well. It's hot and sexy. I'm getting it." There's another difference between us—he tends to buy things impulsively, while I sit at home and plan what I'm going to buy, about how much it will cost, and figure out exactly how much I need before I shop.
"You'll look good in it," I commented, not knowing what else to say. The truth was, I hated collars. Why anyone wore them was an entire universe beyond me.
"Yeah—and Marik might like it too," he added with a sly smirk. I blushed a bit, knowing exactly who Marik was. This Marik, Malik was speaking of, was his boyfriend. Yes, you heard me correctly. His boyfriend.
Yet another difference between us. He has a boyfriend. I'm still single. I wish I had a boyfriend at times, but I'm too shy. I'm also still virgin, and he's not. Most definitely not. Heck, he skips school for entire weeks just to hang out with Marik—that's what he says, at least. Yeah, right. "Just to hang out" my ass. Thankfully, for him, he's an excellent liar and can convince the teachers that his mother was seriously ill and his father was out-of-state and his sister was in college and his brother was getting married. All lies. Malik doesn't even have parents. However, when he came to the school, he put down that he did have parents, just so the teachers wouldn't sympathize or something. From my experience, he hates that.
So, Malik bought the collar and immediately put it on. He tried to get me to get something, but I politely refused.
"Come on, Ryou," he said with a smirk. "You'll look so damn sexy in one of these." He held up a buckle collar with spikes. I decided then that Malik's favorite word was "sexy."
"No, Malik, really. My dad would get angry," I said, not able to picture myself wearing one of those.
"You're dad's in Egypt! How's he going to know, anyway? When he comes back, you can just hide it in your desk or something—he'll never know. Besides, I happen to know that Bakura has a fetish for collars." He winked at me and grinned almost a bit too widely for my comfort. I turned beet red and wrung my hands. Bakura was the boy I had a crush on. He was like Malik, but he didn't have as many piercings, and he didn't dye his hair or wear as much jewelry.
"He'd just laugh if I came to school in one of those. Everyone would laugh," I mumbled shyly. He just rolled his eyes, shaking his head and smiling.
"Your loss," he said. "Let's go to the food court. I'm starving." I nodded and followed him, as usual.
While we were walking, we came upon Marik, who waved enthusiastically. Malik grinned and grabbed my arm, then ran over to him. I stumbled along behind, trying as hard as I could not to lose my balance.
"Marik! I knew that you'd be here!" Malik said. Marik just grinned back.
"You know that I love this place—I'm a mall rat," Marik replied. "I see that you've brought Ryou along, too. Ooh, nice collar. It looks excellent on you." He put on a lusty face and I could practically picture exactly what they were going to do later, after they'd somehow managed to dump me off somewhere. "Anyway! How about we grab some grub? I'm so hungry I could eat a freakin' cow." Marik enjoyed using idioms, and tended to confuse people a lot. Especially the two foreign-exchange students we had—Anzu and Honda. Even I chuckled a bit at their startled expressions when Marik said stuff like, "Look outside! It's raining cats and dogs out there!"
So we headed to the food court and ordered our usual stuff. I got Subway, Marik got Chinese, and Malik got Italian. We sat at one of the many booths and ate our food. I watched, fascinated as Marik perfectly maneuvered the chopsticks with such incredible speed and accuracy. Needless to say, I was a bit jealous.
"I saw Bakura here just a few minutes ago," Marik said, taking a bite out of his something-or-other. "He said he was heading to the food court after he grabbed his mom's birthday gift, so we might see him." I blushed, my once somewhat-pale complexion changing to the red of the sauce on Malik's spaghetti.
"You know," Malik said, looking to me, "I bet that if you blushed like that in front of Bakura, he'd think you're just the sexiest damn thing ever to walk on this earth. Especially if you wore this collar. He has a fetish for collars, you know." I blushed even more.
"Malik!" I whined. He just laughed.
"Just try it, once. We can see what happens, alright?" he said with a grin. After much nagging and pushing, I reluctantly agreed. There I sat, now sporting a black leather collar with silver skulls around the edge. And I looked absolutely absurd. A few people stared, since my current outfit did not match the collar's theme, and I wanted to crawl into a small hole and die there.
"There we go," Marik said. "Now that, my friend, is hot enough to fry an egg on."
"Um, thanks," I said softly.
Thirty minutes passed by all too slowly. Then an hour passed, and the mall began to close. I came very close to crying after making myself look like an idiot there.
"Well, what a waste," Malik drawled lazily. "You can just wear it on Monday instead—then we can see what happens."
"No!" I whined as we climbed into Malik's car. "I'm never doing that again! I looked like an idiot with these clothes on!"
"Maybe you just need a makeover," Marik suggested, taking the passenger's seat. I shook my head.
"I can't afford any of the clothing there! The jeans are sixty dollars—on clearance!" I objected.
"Then get a job."
"I have a job!"
"Then get a better job." I groaned and slumped.
"Marik, it just doesn't…suit me, this gothic thing. I'd look like a fool! I'm just the normal kid who happens to have long white hair even though he's not albino. I'm not going to become 'the kid with long white hair who wears black.' Besides, they'd think I was copying Bakura! And he'd get angry! You know that he hates copycats," I said.
"Then dress in a Lolita dress and he'll fuck with you the first chance he gets," Marik said. I blushed heavily.
"He's most likely straight, Marik," I explained. "And I'm not going to wear a dress! I mean, I am gay, but I don't do cross-dressing!"
"Fine, your loss," Marik said. I groaned again. "Maybe instead you could just write an anonymous note expressing your feelings for him, and maybe he'll like you back. That's what I did with Malik."
"No you didn't. You shoved me against the lockers when I was sent to the office and you were headed to the bathroom, and you forcefully made out with me," Malik said, looking to Marik.
"Hush, Malik. Ryou doesn't know that," Marik said. Like hell I didn't. The entire school knew, considering that they were still kissing right after class got out and everyone was headed to lunch.
"Now he does," Malik pointed out.
"Whatever. The point is, Ryou, that you shouldn't keep hiding. Make friends with him, and when you're comfortable, go ahead and take a stab in the dark. See what happens," Marik said, looking at me.
"What if he rejects me?" I asked.
"Then you can move on to find someone better," Marik replied simply. I shifted in my seat and bit my lower lip. "Man," Marik said with a grin, "that little habit of yours is just cute." I blushed again, not quite knowing what to say.
"Um, thanks, I think," I said softly. Marik just chuckled as Malik pulled over into his driveway.
"Here we are," Malik said. He smiled at Marik and they pulled into a quick, tender kiss. "See you at school tomorrow," Malik murmured with a smirk.
"You too," Marik replied. "Love you, Malik." He stepped out of the car and hurried to his front door just as Malik drove away. I watched as his mother greeted him, and let him in. I was a bit jealous of Marik at times like this; His parents knew about Malik, and they accepted it. My father, however, is a total homophobe. If he somehow figured out that I have a crush on Bakura, he'd, at best, kick me out with nothing but a single suitcase.
"What's up?" Malik asked, peering into the rearview mirror at me.
"Nothing," I murmured. He frowned at me, obviously concerned.
"Listen, Ryou. You're practically my best friend ever. I care about you, and I'd like to help out, but if you really insist that it's nothing, then I won't push it," he said sternly. I gazed up at him and smiled gratefully. "There we go. Feeling a bit better? Or do you still want to talk?" he asked with a grin.
"I think I'll be alright, really," I told him. He smiled and nodded.
"Good." We soon pulled into my driveway and I hurried out.
"Thanks for the ride, Malik," I said, waving goodbye as he backed out. He waved back, and drove away. I sighed with a smile, took a deep breath of the cool summer night air, and went inside my home. I was instantly greeted by my small, white kitten, Angel Pie.
Yes, Angel Pie.
If I were straight, I'd feel sorry for my future kids.
"Angel Pie! There you are!" I said, and she mewed back, jumping into my arms. Angel nuzzled my face and purred, curling up in my arms. She was all I had right now, besides Malik. Dad was working on some archaeological dig, and I had no mother. She'd died years ago, during childbirth. At times I wish that I could see her in real life—not just in pictures on the fireplace mantel.
I walked into my room and sat down on my bed, grabbing my journal. What can I say? I like writing, and recording my life in a journal helps me fell better about my chances with Bakura. I picked up a pen and scribbled down some symbols—my own, private language. Sometimes my dad looked through my journal, and I didn't want him to discover my crush on Bakura. Sure, he called me crazy, but it's better than being kicked out. The only thing I wrote down in regular letters was the date. Nothing more, nothing less.
Angel curled up next to me and closed her eyes sleepily. I smiled at her and stroked her gently, then began to write.
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At school the next morning, I bumped into Marik and Malik. The day was probably destined to be horrible from that moment on.
"Good morning, Ryou!" Marik and Malik greeted me, grinning widely. Judging from their good moods, it was evident that they'd made out, or more, on their ways to school. Otherwise, they weren't morning people at all. If you could compare them to something common, they were like your parents and their coffee.
"Good morning," I said with a yawn.
"You should drink more coffee. So, what's up?" Marik asked as we walked to our lockers. Incidentally, Malik's was right next to mine, and Marik's was next to his.
"Nothing much," I replied and opened my locker. "My alarm went off late, so I didn't get to eat breakfast, and I didn't get to drink my coffee." I yawned again.
"Oh look, there's Bakura," Malik said, looking over his shoulder. I was instantly awake.
"Where??!" I demanded, looking around. Malik smirked and I finally got it, and glared at him.
"What? It woke you up, didn't it?" he said. I sighed, knowing that he was right. Bakura made me feel like I always needed to look my best if he was coming.
"Anyway, we have a little surprise for you today," Marik said with a somewhat evil grin. My eyes widened.
"What are you talking about?" I asked warily. He looked to Malik and smirked. I looked to Malik, just in time to see him mouth the word "three."
Marik and Malik instantly grabbed me and ran into the bathroom with me. I tried to cry out, but Marik had cupped his hand over my mouth so I couldn't make a noise. In his hand he had a bag that I didn't recognize, and they shoved me into the handicapped bathroom stall. Marik had gagged me, and they began undressing me. I frantically made pathetic-sounding noises, but Malik shut me up by slapping my face lightly.
"We aren't raping you," he said bluntly. "Just shut up for now." They finally stripped me down to nothing by my boxers, and redressed me in highly-gothic clothing. Including the collar Malik had bought yesterday, I might add.
Then they stuffed my normal clothing into the bag and Marik kept a firm grip on it.
"Come on, guys! This isn't funny! People will think that I had…a lobotomy, or something!" I whined. Malik just snickered.
"I doubt it. Just try it for a day," he said. I groaned and was forced out into the school.
Throughout the rest of the day, people asked me if I was going goth. I didn't know how to reply to that, so I just shrugged and said, "Maybe."
Then lunch came.
At first, I sat alone at the end of a table and gazed at Bakura, who was sitting with the rest of his gothic friends, Marik and Malik included.
Suddenly, the unthinkable happened.
Bakura waved at me.
"You're Ryou, right? Come sit over here!" he called in that wonderful voice of his.
Needless to say, I was quite surprised. I was still for a moment, and finally brought my lunch over to the table and took a seat. Right. Next. To. Bakura's.
I thought I'd die.
"Um, er, hi," I said shyly.
"Hi, Ryou!" the rest said, grinning.
Remember when I described my "slogan" as being a scenario in which I faint at the end?
Well, guess what?
I fainted.
TBC
Mew: Well, tell me what you thought, and we'll see how long this could probably be.
Draiku: You sound as if you're bribing them.
Mew: Who…me?
Yoko: Please remember to R&R, people! Thanks for reading!