Mew: Thanks to everyone who reviewed on the previous chapter. –grin- I actually finished this next chapter pretty quickly. So here it is!
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Disclaimer: Mew Draiku doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh because she's just a dumb teenager who has no job.
Badass Boyfriend
Chapter 2: How To Use a School Bathroom
I awoke in the nurse's office, dazed and dizzy. Marik and Malik were there, as well as someone I didn't expect to see at all.
"Bakura?" I mumbled aloud, and they all turned to me.
"I didn't know that you were that shy, Ryou," Bakura said, staring at me.
"Um…yeah, I don't get out much," I replied uneasily.
"If I'd known, I would've just gone over to you and told you about the others instead. I figured that since you knew Marik and Malik, it'd be okay," he said.
"No, it's alright," I said quickly, though inside I cursed. Sitting alone with Bakura was probably my dream, among other, more explicit things, of course.
"Gods, that was freakin' hilarious, Ryou! I never thought that you'd faint of all things!" Marik said with a laugh.
"It was pretty funny, y' know. I never knew that you'd do that, Ryou," Malik said and winked at me. I blushed again. "Anyway, we'd better head to class. Coming with us, Bakura?"
"No, I'd like to get to know Ryou here," he replied. My heart nearly stopped. Bakura wanted to get to know me? My wildest—and I do mean wildest—dreams were coming true, right this moment! What would we do first? Perhaps he'd undress me, or maybe he'd start with a passionate kiss—
I forced myself to push away my perverted thoughts. Bakura was a social person—he wanted to know as many people as possible. I was just another possible friend to him.
"Alright then, see you," Marik said, and left with Malik.
I was alone with Bakura in a room with a lock and a bed. The only thing that sort of ruined it was that Bakura would never consider climbing in bed with me.
"So, Ryou, what made you suddenly decide to dress gothic style?" Bakura asked. He sounded like an interviewer.
"Um…I just liked the style, that's all," I replied. "Plus, the music is really good, so I figured that I'd reflect my liking for the music with my clothes."
"Really? That's how I went goth too!" Bakura said with a grin. I had to grin as well.
"You're serious?" I asked. He nodded.
"And sorry for never really talking to you before. I guess that you just didn't stand out as much," he said, scratching the back of his head.
"No, it's alright. I guess that I didn't really want to be noticed," I said with a forced laugh.
"Actually, I thought that you were a prep. You kind of dressed like one," Bakura said and laughed. I continued my forced laugh, and scratched the back of my head.
"Well, um, it was all I could afford at the time," I replied and stopped my forced laughing. Bakura smirked slightly.
"So what bands do you listen to?" he asked. I paused. I didn't even know all the names of the different "heavy metal rock" genres. Marik had listed them at one time, and there were many. I thought hard, and quickly, which wasn't an easy task at all. A name came to my mind.
"Marilyn Monroe," I replied. Bakura blinked and raised both eyebrows.
"Are you sure you don't mean, 'Marilyn Manson?'" he asked. I mentally slapped myself and kicked myself in the ass.
"Oh! Sorry, I'm feeling a little light-headed," I said and forced a laugh yet again. "Yes, I listen to her." Bakura raised an eyebrow. He probably thought that I was a poser by now. "I mean him." He nodded slowly, as though he was sizing me up. "Right. Um…and you?"
"Well, I especially enjoy Avenged Sevenfold, Three Day's Grace, and Dir en Grey," he said. "I'm sure you've heard of them. They're quite popular at the moment." I smiled.
"Yes, I like Dir en Grey's song…" I mentally slapped myself. Why had I said that??! I didn't even know who the hell Dir en Grey was. I'd never even heard of the other two! Stupidly, I said the first thing that came to my mind, "…Saku?"
"Yes! I like that song too! It's on their Withering to Death album—do you own it?" Bakura asked. I nearly fainted. Luck was toying with me today. Luck was also probably laughing his or her, maybe its ass off at me.
"No, I download all my music from iTunes, but sometimes I can't get the full albums. I usually just get singles," I replied, feeling stupid again.
"Ahh. Same here, when I don't feel like shopping. Besides, I have to order Dir en Grey's music from Japan—it costs me nearly forty dollars an album. Unfortunately, Hot Topic doesn't carry all of their albums. Anyway, have you ever listened to any of Diru's songs on their album 'The Marrow of a Bone?'" he asked. I nodded.
"Yes—their song Kuroma is very good," I replied, making up a word again. Hopefully it would work. Bakura stared at me.
"They don't have a song called Kuroma," he said.
"Oh—I was thinking of another band. Sorry," I quickly said. Yup, Luck was having a load of fun wherever it was. Bakura nodded.
"Ahh, I see. Oh—nice collar, by the way," he added.
"Thanks!" I said. Secretly, I was hoping that his fetish for collars would take over his hormonal instincts and he'd tackle me to the bed, but that wasn't going to happen. Bakura looked to the clock on the wall.
"Well, I'd best be off to class," he said. I nodded.
"Yes, me too," I said. He paused.
"Wait a moment." Bakura lifted his hand and pressed the back of it to my forehead. My heart skipped a beat—maybe two, or even three. Bakura was touching me so tenderly, so lovingly I could have died. "You have a fever. Stay here until the nurse tells you to leave, alright?" he said.
"Alright," I said. "Thanks. It was nice talking to you." A lie. It sucked talking to him yet not being able to touch him most of the time.
"Same here. See you again tomorrow, I hope," Bakura said with a grin. I nodded and waved as he stood up and left. Sighing and frowning to myself once he was gone, I flopped back over onto the bed and cussed myself out for not trying to brush his hand with mine, at the very least. But still, he'd touched my forehead, with his own hand! I smiled and reached up, touching the spot. It tingled beneath my fingers. I suppressed a slight moan just as the nurse walked in.
"Do you have a headache?" she asked. I gasped, surprised, and nodded instinctively.
"Y-yes. I might've smacked my head against something when I fainted," I replied, making something up. She nodded and brought me an icepack, which I held to the back of my head. With a frown, I realized that I'd have to wash my hair sometime, which meant washing off Bakura's essence from my face.
"I'm obsessed," I mumbled to myself, and sighed. The nurse blinked.
"What was that?" I "erked."
"Um…my stomach's upset," I said. She nodded and dragged a short trashcan to the side of the cot.
"You're a boy. So if you need to vomit, I expect you to aim right," she said.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied, "but why do you expect me to aim correctly?"
"You pee standing up, and you have to aim when you do that. So if you do throw up, you'd better not get any on the floor," she said sternly. I nodded with a sweatdrop.
"Alright, I'll be sure to do that," I said. She left the room to do something, and I took this opportunity to think of Bakura. At first I pictured being friends with him—hanging out at the mall, at lunch, passing notes in class. Then I pictured dating him—hanging out at the movies, kissing, holding hands. After that I pictured marrying him—hanging out at home, eating together, sleeping together, having sex.
My thoughts became more perverted. I pictured him with his head between my thighs, and him, to be blunt, fucking me in the ass roughly. A blush covered my face and I moaned slightly, wanting to touch myself—badly. I ran to the bathroom. A minute later, the nurse walked in.
"Ryou? Where'd you go?" she asked in that stern voice.
"I'm in here!" I called from inside the bathroom. I quickly checked to see if the door was locked—it was.
"Oh, okay."
Soon, I'd gotten rid of my erection, wiped myself clean of my mess, and realized—I'd just cummed in the nurse's office's bathroom. I had cummed in school. I groaned quietly and held my face in my hands, embarrassed out of my wits. What had I been thinking??! After flushing the toilet and washing my hands, I lied back on the cot.
"What took ya?" the nurse asked.
"Constipated," I replied embarrassedly. She nodded.
"Eat more fiber. It helps," she said. I nodded back and rested my arm over my eyes.
Finally, the final bell rang. She dismissed me, since I technically wasn't allowed to stay there after school. Marik and Malik met up with me at my locker.
"So?" Malik asked.
"What happened?" Marik finished. I sighed.
"I cummed in the nurse's office's bathroom," I muttered, just loud enough so only they could hear. They blinked, looked to each other, and snickered.
"Good job, Ryou," Malik teased. "Anyway, I take it that you're going goth now?" I nodded once.
"Yeah. It's the only way I can talk to Bakura, right?" I asked. They nodded.
"We'll lend you some of our stuff, if you'd like. But you'll have to buy the pants yourself—ours may be too long for you," Marik said. I nodded, flinching slightly at the thought of sixty-dollar pants.
"Thanks," I uttered, and we headed our separate directions. I went home and opened the door. Surprisingly, Angel Pie didn't greet me.
"Angel?" I called. Someone stepped into my view, and I gasped.
"Ryou you're home—what in God's name are you wearing?"
It was my father.
I faltered, obviously not expecting him to be here.
"Um…clothing?" I suggested dumbly. What was I supposed to say? That my friends had brutally undressed me and redressed me in this getup? My father sighed and shook his head, disappointed.
"Ryou, you know how I feel about that type of clothing. Go change. I don't want you to become some anti-Christ, devil-worshipping person," he said.
"S-sure," I muttered, embarrassed. He watched me closely as I walked upstairs to my room. As soon as I got there and shut the door, Angel Pie leapt into my arms. She mewed frantically, staring at me. "Don't worry, it's just dad. He's back from Egypt," I explained. She kept meowing until I set her on the bed. I changed, as dad had asked, and put Marik and Malik's clothing into my backpack. I could return it to them tomorrow at school. I left my room, and Angel Pie followed, staying close to my feet. Dad was sitting in the living room, reading the paper.
"Um, welcome home," I offered. "How was Egypt?"
"Thanks. Egypt was great—my team and I found a small tomb near the Valley of the Kings," he replied with a proud smile. I smiled back.
"That's excellent! What sort of artifacts did you find?" I asked. True, dad could be a little odd sometimes, but ancient Egypt fascinated me.
"We found lots of pottery, and a couple of small statues. The mummy itself was mostly a skeleton, but that's alright," he said.
"Good." I sat down and Angel jumped into my lap. She purred and curled up. My dad continued to read the paper.
This is what it was usually like when dad came home from work. He'd read the paper or watch television, and there would be no talking until dinnertime. Of course, the only time he'd speak to me was to ask pointless questions, like, "Is your room clean?" or, "Did you finish your homework?" and sometimes, "How was school today?" Of course, I'd reply with the usual, one-word answers, "Yes," "No," and "Fine." So whenever dad was home, not much conversation happened, unless it was about him.
"So why were you dressed like that, anyway?" my dad asked, not looking up from his beloved newspaper.
"Just…trying something new," I lied.
"I've told you countless numbers of times not to dress like that, Ryou. It isn't you. Plus, you look like one of those Satanists at your school," he said. It seemed that today was different—he was actually speaking.
"I know, but I got bored with my usual outfit," I replied.
"Don't do it again. Understand?"
"Yeah."
"Good. I hope that you aren't befriending any of those…those freaks," he said with a scowl.
"No, they mostly ignore me," I said. It was true for the most part.
" 'Mostly?'" my dad inquired.
"Well, sometimes they say sorry for bumping into me in the halls, that sort of stuff," I said dully.
"Good. At least they know what that word means." My dad obviously doesn't like goth kids. He doesn't like them among other types of people. "Have you been going to church regularly?" he asked me. I nodded, though it was another lie. I slept through church every Sunday, of course. School was tiring enough—and I was an atheist. Of course, he dragged me along whenever he was here. That's my dad—the Biblephile.
"Yup. Father Smith has been doing excellent sermons lately," I replied. He nodded.
"Of course. His sermons are always rather inspiring, don't you think?" he said. I nodded again. Truth was, the priest's sermons were as boring as taking care of your friend's pet sea cucumber. Believe me, you do not want to do that, especially when your friend loves that sea cucumber to bits and tells you to talk to it every day.
"So, how has school been going?" he added.
"Pretty good. My grades are going up," I said.
"That's good." He went back to reading the paper, and scowled. "Ugh. Another article on gay rights. Why does it even matter, anyway? The majority of people don't care."
"It's not like you have to read it," I muttered.
"They shouldn't publish it. They could publish something much more interesting and important. If you ask me, we should relocate all homosexuals to an island in the middle of the Pacific where we won't have to deal with them," he snarled. I mentally sighed, feeling quite depressed all of a sudden.
"I suppose," I mumbled. Dad was the only family I had left—if I didn't pretend to agree with him, I'd lose him. And, even if he was a jerk most of the time, he was still my dad, and I needed him.
"Apparently our state is allowing gay marriage. It isn't right! This country is becoming corrupt!" he said, eyes widening. I perked up a bit.
"Really?" I asked. He nodded.
"Well, of course it is. When you don't stick to tradition, everything goes wrong," he said. I ignored him. At the moment, I was more concerned about what sort of wedding Bakura and I should have—oh, like that would happen! But still, at least I could love a man and have him be my husband, even if that man wasn't Bakura.
"I should probably start on my homework," I said, changing the topic. He nodded.
"Alright. I'll call you down when I've made supper," he replied. I nodded back and hurried upstairs. The truth was that I didn't have any homework today, I just wanted to get away from him.
So I went to my room with Angel Pie close behind, and decided to write in my journal—today was a day to remember, after all.
TBC
Mew: Hehe! I was gonna make this a little shorter, but it didn't feel right to do that. Writing in Ryou's POV is fun, y' know? Especially when he's cynical.
Draiku: Really? –sarcastically-
Mew: -nods enthusiastically- Also, Ryou's dad's name is Jonathan. I keep forgetting to mention that, but who calls their dad by their first name? I mean, c'mon! Oh well. So yeah, he's Jonathan.
Yoko: Thanks for reading! Please R&R! –grins cheesy-like-