Missing, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

Warning: shonen-ai bzw. yaoi fanfic! Don't like it, don't read it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh and never will. I'm just borrowing the characters from it!

Ok, so on with the story! XD

i b Missing /b

It's always the same.

Every damn little thing.

It has been for days,

weeks,

months,

years!!

Why can't you see it?

Why don't you look at me as a human being?

You call me "mutt" and "dog",

and sometimes "puppy",

but you don't call me by my name.

My real name.

You say you hate me,

and act like a jerk,

but I can see through your mask.

You feel lonely, as if there is no one there for you.

But I'm here for you,

why can't you see it?

Every time I try to reach for you,

you decline,

reject me.

Every time, when I look in your eyes,

all I see is your icy mask.

It's always around you…

But behind your cold attitude,

I can see something else.

You build a wall between your mind and the real world outside.

You think that we are predictable, but in reality we are not.

We don't act like marionettes,

and you can't expect us to be like you want us to be.

You're now standing in front of me,

and looking at me with your cold azure eyes.

We're insulting each other,

and glaring our best glare.

Why do you act like that?

I don't want to fight with you,

never,

but you seek it,

as if you wanted to keep this something between us,

even though it's just the battles that connect us,

it still gives us this satiable feeling of mutuality.

You seek my attention, don't you?

Or is this just my imagination?

My mind, which is desperately trying to understand you?

I want to give everything to you,

but I can't.

Something inside me is telling me not to.

And you know it.

So we act like this.

We're enemies,

the worst,

but at the same time,

we understand each other as if we were best friends.

I can't stand you,

but why do I want your attention?

Why do I want you to talk to me?

Why do you also want it?

Deep inside me, I know the reason,

and you, too.

But we both won't say it out loud.

We argue,

instead of voicing out the solution to our problems, which we already knew.

But the answer is too frightening,

too real to say it out loud.

Like now,

we're alone in our classroom.

The door is locked,

the teacher is outside,

the students are heading home.

Why am I here with you in the first place?

And I know you're asking yourself the same question.

You're insulting me like hell,

and I can feel my anger rouse many notches.

I clench my fist and take a step to you.

You don't draw back,

nor do you react when my fist hit your left cheek,

as if you had expected it.

You look back at me,

anger and a sparkle of something I can't describe, flickers in your eyes.

Now you take a step to me,

and my heart makes a hitch.

I am frozen, but when you continue your steps,

I find myself taking as many steps back as you to me.

But not for long.

I'm now leaning against the wall,

you're moving further towards me,

until our faces are mere inches apart.

For a moment I am terrified,

as you are pinning me with your body against the wall.

My mind goes blank and my face shows utter confusion and disbelief.

What are you doing now?

I can feel your breath on my skin,

and this makes me feel hot.

A shiver runs down my spine,

and my own breath becomes uneven.

Why?

Why am I feeling this for you?

Why you,

of all people on earth?

Why do I have to fall in love with my worst enemy?

"The line between hate and love is thinner than you believe"

Is that really so?

And why do I have to experience this on myself?

I'm flushed,

and when I look into your deep ocean blue orbs,

our eyes lock.

You move closer and closer,

and I can feel your unsteady heartbeat through our shirts.

Slowly you close your eyes,

and I find myself doing the same thing.

I don't know why I am doing this,

this with my enemy,

although I know the simple answer,

I'm too afraid, my mind screams for us to stop,

to push away and run for my life's sake,

away from you, who has my heart,

who can hurt me, when we get too far.

But when I feel those creamy soft lips of yours,

pressed against mine,

I know I want this.

It feels so good,

so complete,

like we're made for each other just for this single action.

Our bodies pressed against each other,

our legs intertwined in each other,

our lips meeting and dancing in a way we haven't known before.

It feels so right,

but at the same time, it is wrong.

Terribly wrong.

We shouldn't do this,

but I can't move away from those lips,

that have captured my own in a passionate kiss.

It seems like eternity,

as we just press our lips together.

But reality hits me hard as I hear voices behind the locked door.

My friends,

they're wondering where I might be.

I gasp at the sudden noise,

and that gives you the opportunity to slip your tongue inside me.

I feel you drive past my now parted lips,

past my teeth to my own tongue.

I feel through my dizziness that they intertwine for a match.

It's like a dream I don't want to wake up from.

Your tongue fights for dominance,

and for once I let you win.

I let you explore me,

each single area of my mouth.

I let you assault me and taste me,

as I taste you.

You're sweet and delicious,

but also fierce and eager.

I want you,

and you want me,

but we can't have each other.

No,

it's not the way the others know us.

We're supposed to hate each other,

like no-one else in the world.

You know this,

but why don't you stop it?

Why don't I stop it?

Because we both crave it.

We want this,

need this,

so why don't we do this?

Because we're afraid of what will happen to us and our surroundings.

We part for air,

I lean my head against the wall,

you nuzzle from my cheekbone to my shoulder.

You begin to give ghostly kisses down my neck,

and I suck in the air sharply at your touch.

Then the kissing turns into nipping,

I moan one more time at this new feeling.

But when I hear my friends once again,

my eyes flow open.

They are worried.

I can't make them suspicious and find this "something" now about us.

You notice my uneasiness,

you slow down,

and then you suddenly suck at my throat.

My eyes widen in surprise,

and a tingling sensation begins to spread over my whole body. /i

well, i hope it wasn't that bad for you readers. .

i don't know if i should continue this or just leave as a OS, you decide!

please R&R!!!