Lyrical Dischord Chapter 2 Greatest, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

~*~Notes~*~

More explaining. When I refer to "stamp" it's referring to a tramp stamp I gave to Ryou. Maybe I'll leave it at that and perhaps say more about it later, but I felt I should say that because I realize some people maybe be super confused!

Alright, the song used here is called "Greatest" by Lady Gaga (I will probably use her songs since I can really dive deep into them more) - and once again another leaked track that will not be on the upcoming album. But it is a fantastic song, and I urge you to look it up and take a listen, or once again listen while reading.

Also another note on the lyrics - I can't really find the lyrics online and when I do they just don't seem quite right...so I wrote down what I think she's saying. It's my interpretation of the lyrics - I hope that's ok!

Enjoy! Here's "Greatest."

Ryou sat on the edge of his bed. Three days, alone. Things were awkward in the gameshop. Both he and Yugi knew what they had done was wrong. It was a sin, to cheat, to commit adultery. It wasn't as if they were intoxicated or under the influence of some strange powder, no, it was all done completely sober. Or had it? Perhaps Ryou was egged on by his constant compulsion to relieve himself or to seek companionship elsewhere when he wasn't getting it...he knew he had a problem. An addiction. But he couldn't keep on like this, he simply could not use this as an excuse. Nothing could be used as an excuse. And now what had happened? He wound up alone, in a room meant for two. He lost more than a partner.

I don't wanna waste another day
I'm thinkin' of you, ev'ry minute ev'ry day
I can't see you with some other babe (other babe boy, da da da da da)
'Cuz when I'm with you, I fall apart
I see your permanently broken heart
Baby you're the greatest to me
No no matter what, what, what

Ryou fidgeted with his cherry pink cell phone in his hand, feeling buttons, stroking the sleek side. He wasn't sure why he did it but he could simply not stay still. He let his head drop, his tousled albino locks engulfing his head like a vicious flame consuming a damned person's soul. He could feel his eyes yearning to give in to the temptation he had been trying to resist for so long now. Well, 30 minutes seemed a long time to him, any amount of time was long without him. He inhaled deeply and let out a wavering exhale of air, in an attempt to postpone the inevitable that threatened his hazel orbs. He needed to make one last phone call. He dialed.

A charming chiming filled the small space Marik was residing in. Three days had passed, and he lived with Miriam and Serenity. The girls had been extremely kind to him, providing him shelter, food, and comfort in a time of great need. The pale purple cell phone buzzed across the dresser, shifting seemingly towards him. Marik lay belly down on the guest bedroom's bed, head face down in the pillow as to stifle the cry. He did not wish to hear himself cry, or want anyone else to hear him cry. He did not wish to be a further burden on his generous hosts. He lifted his head ever so slightly to glance at the vibrating, moving cell phone. It seemed as if it wouldn't stop. He reached across and picked it up, glancing at the screen.
'Incoming Call: Ryou Bakura'
His violet eyes produced a menacing glare as he nearly slammed the cell phone back onto the dresser, where it belonged. The two timing slut had Yugi to console him. He didn't need Ryou. Pools of fresh, salty tears threatened to cascade down his face, as he plunged headfirst back into the pillow.

Ryou had tried calling earlier. But he did not want to leave a message. He never had the strength. What would happen if Marik did pick up? He didn't know. He supposed he just wanted to hear that sweet, velvety voice of innocence on the other end of the line. Maybe he wanted to hear him just to know he was safe. Maybe he wanted to hear anger, and get what he deserved. Or perhaps he wanted to hear pain, to know that he too was suffering as much as he was.
One ring
Once usually wasn't enough time for someone to pick up
Two rings
Marik usually would have picked up by this point...
Three rings
A sinking feeling in his gut, perhaps he'd pick up on the fourth?
Four rings
All hope gone.
Voicemail. You have reached...
He would leave a message. He felt strong enough now to do this. He needed to at least get a message across to Marik, just so Marik knew, just how much...he was to him. If not for Marik, for his own sake, to know that he had tried to let him know, regardless of the sinner he was. His stamp burned in his lower back, a painful reminder.
Beep
"Hey, Marik it's Ryou..."

I don't know why you hurt inside
Or what was said to make you cry
My heart, that you, can see, you are, the greatest, greatest thing to me
And when you feel you're not enough
I'll give you wings I'll lift you up
I hope, that you, can see, you are, the greatest, greatest thing to me
I don't know why you hurt inside
Or what was said to make you cry
My heart, that you, can see, you are, the greatest, greatest thing to me
And when you feel you're not enough
I'll give you wings I'll lift you up
I hope, that you, can see, you are, the greatest, greatest thing to me

Marik allowed tears to soak into his pillow for about 10 minutes, before he couldn't quite take soggy cloth against his wet cheeks anymore. He lifted his head, sniffling. His phone had beeped. It meant there was a new message on the line. This was a first. He looked over to where his phone was idly sitting, and reached out for it, bringing it closer so he could confirm his suspicions.
Indeed there was one new message. He was intrigued.
He checked his messages.
"Hey Marik it's Ryou. I realize you must be just...horridly angry and upset with me. And I understand. What I did was wrong. Please don't blame Yugi, it really wasn't his fault, it's all me. But I wanted to call...I doubt you would even consider bloody seeing me again but...I just wanted to let you know you really are the light of my life, central to my existence. I know you're probably expecting me to blame all this mess on my sex addiction but I'm not. Your feelings come before my problems. We could work on this together, and get through it...it would be tough...well...heh I know you blimey well don't want to get back with me. I mean, I understand, nobody would.
But I just really wanted to let you know that I love you, and you're the greatest thing to me. Call me."
Click.
Marik's eyes widened...he was the greatest? Ryou wasn't going to blame his addiction? A smile played at his lips. Ryou was a wonderful boy. He wanted to fix things rightaway.
He dialed.