Yami for a Day
YA: Well, I'm sorry to say, I got a little bored with my other fic, maybe this one will be more of your choice.
Joey: I hope so. My role in the last one sucked! I cried way too many times!
YA: (whacks Joey) I know that, I stink at drama. So sue me!
Joey: (rubs his head) I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Shall I say the disclaimer?
YA: (grins) That would be pleasant.
Joey: (clears throat): Kass doesn't own Yugioh although she has the freedom to do whatever she wants with him. If you sue her, you will get nothing but her empty checkbook and Trunks doll. And I better stop because that grin on her face is getting wider.
YA: TMI, Joey.
Joey: On with the fic!
//blah//= Yami's call / Bakura
/blah/= Yugi's call / Ryou
The setting is night at the Motou house. Yugi was finishing his history homework as well as eating the evening meal. Yami sat beside him flipping the pages for him on command, doing anything but dozing off from the constant boredom.
"How many pages are you supposed to be writing, Aibou?" Yugi wasn't paying much attention to the question and the answer was delayed.
"Uh, it's supposed to be two but because I was sick last week, I'm making up for lost time." Yami blinked his sleepy eyes and removed a golden bang from his face.
"So how many pages have you down so far?" Yugi licked a finger and began counting the pages he was written. It seemed like an eternity before he reached the final page. Yugi's face looked disappointed by the small number he counted, or it was small to him.
"Eight pages? I thought I had more." Yami's head slipped from resting on his head and fell upon the table making a bong noise. "Only eight pages? Aibou, that's more than enough! Time for bed." Yugi shook his head and turned more pages in the book. Yami wouldn't take no for an answer. He stood over Yugi and placed both hands over the book and shut it tight.
"Yami! That's rude!" Yugi pouted. Yami pulled Yugi's chair from the dining table and scooped the small boy in his arms. Yugi felt quite comfortable in the warm arms of his Yami. His big violet eyes met the crimson ones before blinking their way closed. Through the tight hold he was able to lift one arm and casually stretch before putting it around Yami's neck. Yami held his breath while Yugi nuzzled his head into Yami's chest. If Yami took one breath, he would be fallen into the deep scented lavender smell of Yugi's hair. Yami shook away the thought and made his way upstairs into Yugi's room. Yugi was halfway sleep in his arms so he hastily sat him on the bed and removed the upper part of his uniform. Yami held back the urges to run his hands over his Aibou, peeling one layer of clothes after another. His goal in mind was to change Yugi into his pajamas, but his body wanted something different. Just as Yami was about to slip on the top part of the teddy bear pajamas he noticed a purple mark below Yugi's rib area.
"Aibou? What happened?" Yami lightly touched the mark making Yugi jump in surprise.
"Ow! Yami! Don't you know that hur-.um.tickles?" Yugi made a nervous giggle and snatched the nightshirt, hastily putting it on and throwing the blankets over him.
"Since when was 'ow' the response from a ticklish touch?" Yami tapped his foot on the floor waiting for an answer. All the response he got from Yugi was a small whimper. "Don't lie to me, Aibou. Who did this to you?" A bit of purple hair peeked from the blankets, followed by a round face and sad eyes.
"Some guys at school. They like to find random boys to pick on and I just happened to be their next target." A small growl came from Yami which was the same reaction Yugi knew he'd get from him so he his. Yami was mistaken and thought it was the growl that scared Yugi. Yami crawled on the bed over to Yugi and pulled back the blankets with a small smile on his face.
"Why didn't you call me for help? Or anybody?" Yugi fidgeted and looked up at the concerned eyes of Yami.
"Joey and Tristen tried to help but they got knocked out too. It would be weird to have another one of myself to appear and help me, don't you think?" Yami rolled his eyes and scoffed. Yugi sat up feeling angry about what happened. "Do you think it's easy to be me, Yami?" Yami thought for a minute and nodded. "Well, you're wrong, it's not! And if you think so, then I wish there was some way to let you know it isn't!" Yugi roughly pulled the blankets over him and went to sleep. Yami sighed and removed his clothes into his sleeping shorts (borrowed by Joey because Yugi's couldn't fit) and went to sleep.
Over at Ryou's house, the plan was much the same as Yugi only a bit different. Ryou worked on the same project as Yugi, not having to do a lot because he wasn't absent. Behind Ryou was Bakura, sitting on his bed waiting for him to finish. Ryou took him time with the work; it was often at bedtime when Bakura would "teach him lessons." With having to give a presentation in the morning, it was important to stay bruise free for the rest of the night. Ryou peered across his shoulder at Bakura and gave a weak smile.
"Why don't you go to sleep, Bakura. It'll take me a long time until I finish this report." Bakura snorted and ripped the bandage from his arm from a "previous fight." The bandage was a reminder when Ryou finally fought back and pushed Bakura across the living room, having him crash into glass table cutting his left arm. After that, Ryou felt bad about his outburst of anger and never fought against him again but the treatments were getting worse.
"You think I'm stupid don't you? Unlike humans, I don't need as much sleep. So I can wait up for you all night if I have to." And evil chuckle escaped from Bakura's lips followed by a snapping noise. Ryou swallowed hard and continued writing. Already, his two pages were finished and he had nothing else to do but go to bed. He continued to think of anything that would stall for bedtime. He glanced over at the bathroom.
"I think, I'm going to take a shower before I go to bed. It'll help me sleep better." Ryou gave a small wave made his way to the bathroom. Bakura gave an exasperated sigh and fell back on the bed. He ran one finger tightly around a string of his white hair and pulled it out. Suddenly, his eyes became wide with an idea and narrowed back to its evil look.
"A shower is good. I think I'll join him." He said with another chuckled. He shed every bit of clothing before making his way to the bathroom. He opened the bathroom door and stood in the doorway for a good minute. Ryou could easily see his yami's body through the sheer curtain sheet and shivered, not knowing what to feel: pleasure or dread. He opened his eyes and looked over through the curtain again, but Bakura was gone. A light tap was on his right shoulder and Ryou slowly turned around. Sure enough, there was Bakura with a smirk on his face, toying with binding material in his hands.
"Playtime." Was the growl that crept up from Bakura's throat. Ryou was frozen to the spot. His mind was screaming, "run" but the message wasn't going to his feet, his legs couldn't move. Bakura forcefully pushed Ryou down on the shower floor. Ryou's arms wildly moved around him trying to break his fall, only to knock Bakura off his feet and land on top of him. The sharp edge of the faucet cut Ryou's face, right next to his eye. Ryou started to howl with pain but Bakura quickly smothered the sound with his mouth, using his free hands to wrap the binding material around Ryou's eyes. Next came a stabbing pain to Ryou.
Ryou opened his eyes a while later. The binding material was off but the room was still dark. He slowly raised an arm to touch the new wound on his face. It stung to the dry touch of his delicate fingers but he could tell Bakura cleaned it. It was obvious from the close breathing noise that he was laying on his Yami. His breath was soft and mellow, a good sign of sleeping. Ryou tried to move, but was caught in his yami's reflexes, pulling him closer and tighter. He lowered his eyes to the ring he was wearing.
'I wish that Bakura could see, could feel what he does to me. It's not easy to feel these things, different emotions. It's not easy being me."
A small tear trickled down Ryou's face before he drifted to sleep.
TBC
Joey: (sniffs) How sad.
YA: I know but it'll get better. Trust me. (winks)
Joey: So when do I come in?
YA: Next chapter, right in the begging. And no, you're not crying.
Joey: Yeah! Do Kass a favor guys and review on this. And maybe you can tell her to make Bakura a little nicer to Ryou, eh?
YA: Well, I'm sorry to say, I got a little bored with my other fic, maybe this one will be more of your choice.
Joey: I hope so. My role in the last one sucked! I cried way too many times!
YA: (whacks Joey) I know that, I stink at drama. So sue me!
Joey: (rubs his head) I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Shall I say the disclaimer?
YA: (grins) That would be pleasant.
Joey: (clears throat): Kass doesn't own Yugioh although she has the freedom to do whatever she wants with him. If you sue her, you will get nothing but her empty checkbook and Trunks doll. And I better stop because that grin on her face is getting wider.
YA: TMI, Joey.
Joey: On with the fic!
//blah//= Yami's call / Bakura
/blah/= Yugi's call / Ryou
The setting is night at the Motou house. Yugi was finishing his history homework as well as eating the evening meal. Yami sat beside him flipping the pages for him on command, doing anything but dozing off from the constant boredom.
"How many pages are you supposed to be writing, Aibou?" Yugi wasn't paying much attention to the question and the answer was delayed.
"Uh, it's supposed to be two but because I was sick last week, I'm making up for lost time." Yami blinked his sleepy eyes and removed a golden bang from his face.
"So how many pages have you down so far?" Yugi licked a finger and began counting the pages he was written. It seemed like an eternity before he reached the final page. Yugi's face looked disappointed by the small number he counted, or it was small to him.
"Eight pages? I thought I had more." Yami's head slipped from resting on his head and fell upon the table making a bong noise. "Only eight pages? Aibou, that's more than enough! Time for bed." Yugi shook his head and turned more pages in the book. Yami wouldn't take no for an answer. He stood over Yugi and placed both hands over the book and shut it tight.
"Yami! That's rude!" Yugi pouted. Yami pulled Yugi's chair from the dining table and scooped the small boy in his arms. Yugi felt quite comfortable in the warm arms of his Yami. His big violet eyes met the crimson ones before blinking their way closed. Through the tight hold he was able to lift one arm and casually stretch before putting it around Yami's neck. Yami held his breath while Yugi nuzzled his head into Yami's chest. If Yami took one breath, he would be fallen into the deep scented lavender smell of Yugi's hair. Yami shook away the thought and made his way upstairs into Yugi's room. Yugi was halfway sleep in his arms so he hastily sat him on the bed and removed the upper part of his uniform. Yami held back the urges to run his hands over his Aibou, peeling one layer of clothes after another. His goal in mind was to change Yugi into his pajamas, but his body wanted something different. Just as Yami was about to slip on the top part of the teddy bear pajamas he noticed a purple mark below Yugi's rib area.
"Aibou? What happened?" Yami lightly touched the mark making Yugi jump in surprise.
"Ow! Yami! Don't you know that hur-.um.tickles?" Yugi made a nervous giggle and snatched the nightshirt, hastily putting it on and throwing the blankets over him.
"Since when was 'ow' the response from a ticklish touch?" Yami tapped his foot on the floor waiting for an answer. All the response he got from Yugi was a small whimper. "Don't lie to me, Aibou. Who did this to you?" A bit of purple hair peeked from the blankets, followed by a round face and sad eyes.
"Some guys at school. They like to find random boys to pick on and I just happened to be their next target." A small growl came from Yami which was the same reaction Yugi knew he'd get from him so he his. Yami was mistaken and thought it was the growl that scared Yugi. Yami crawled on the bed over to Yugi and pulled back the blankets with a small smile on his face.
"Why didn't you call me for help? Or anybody?" Yugi fidgeted and looked up at the concerned eyes of Yami.
"Joey and Tristen tried to help but they got knocked out too. It would be weird to have another one of myself to appear and help me, don't you think?" Yami rolled his eyes and scoffed. Yugi sat up feeling angry about what happened. "Do you think it's easy to be me, Yami?" Yami thought for a minute and nodded. "Well, you're wrong, it's not! And if you think so, then I wish there was some way to let you know it isn't!" Yugi roughly pulled the blankets over him and went to sleep. Yami sighed and removed his clothes into his sleeping shorts (borrowed by Joey because Yugi's couldn't fit) and went to sleep.
Over at Ryou's house, the plan was much the same as Yugi only a bit different. Ryou worked on the same project as Yugi, not having to do a lot because he wasn't absent. Behind Ryou was Bakura, sitting on his bed waiting for him to finish. Ryou took him time with the work; it was often at bedtime when Bakura would "teach him lessons." With having to give a presentation in the morning, it was important to stay bruise free for the rest of the night. Ryou peered across his shoulder at Bakura and gave a weak smile.
"Why don't you go to sleep, Bakura. It'll take me a long time until I finish this report." Bakura snorted and ripped the bandage from his arm from a "previous fight." The bandage was a reminder when Ryou finally fought back and pushed Bakura across the living room, having him crash into glass table cutting his left arm. After that, Ryou felt bad about his outburst of anger and never fought against him again but the treatments were getting worse.
"You think I'm stupid don't you? Unlike humans, I don't need as much sleep. So I can wait up for you all night if I have to." And evil chuckle escaped from Bakura's lips followed by a snapping noise. Ryou swallowed hard and continued writing. Already, his two pages were finished and he had nothing else to do but go to bed. He continued to think of anything that would stall for bedtime. He glanced over at the bathroom.
"I think, I'm going to take a shower before I go to bed. It'll help me sleep better." Ryou gave a small wave made his way to the bathroom. Bakura gave an exasperated sigh and fell back on the bed. He ran one finger tightly around a string of his white hair and pulled it out. Suddenly, his eyes became wide with an idea and narrowed back to its evil look.
"A shower is good. I think I'll join him." He said with another chuckled. He shed every bit of clothing before making his way to the bathroom. He opened the bathroom door and stood in the doorway for a good minute. Ryou could easily see his yami's body through the sheer curtain sheet and shivered, not knowing what to feel: pleasure or dread. He opened his eyes and looked over through the curtain again, but Bakura was gone. A light tap was on his right shoulder and Ryou slowly turned around. Sure enough, there was Bakura with a smirk on his face, toying with binding material in his hands.
"Playtime." Was the growl that crept up from Bakura's throat. Ryou was frozen to the spot. His mind was screaming, "run" but the message wasn't going to his feet, his legs couldn't move. Bakura forcefully pushed Ryou down on the shower floor. Ryou's arms wildly moved around him trying to break his fall, only to knock Bakura off his feet and land on top of him. The sharp edge of the faucet cut Ryou's face, right next to his eye. Ryou started to howl with pain but Bakura quickly smothered the sound with his mouth, using his free hands to wrap the binding material around Ryou's eyes. Next came a stabbing pain to Ryou.
Ryou opened his eyes a while later. The binding material was off but the room was still dark. He slowly raised an arm to touch the new wound on his face. It stung to the dry touch of his delicate fingers but he could tell Bakura cleaned it. It was obvious from the close breathing noise that he was laying on his Yami. His breath was soft and mellow, a good sign of sleeping. Ryou tried to move, but was caught in his yami's reflexes, pulling him closer and tighter. He lowered his eyes to the ring he was wearing.
'I wish that Bakura could see, could feel what he does to me. It's not easy to feel these things, different emotions. It's not easy being me."
A small tear trickled down Ryou's face before he drifted to sleep.
TBC
Joey: (sniffs) How sad.
YA: I know but it'll get better. Trust me. (winks)
Joey: So when do I come in?
YA: Next chapter, right in the begging. And no, you're not crying.
Joey: Yeah! Do Kass a favor guys and review on this. And maybe you can tell her to make Bakura a little nicer to Ryou, eh?