Next to Nothing Chapter 4: Cut you down, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

HEWWO I AM A SHAWRK!

…Or maybe not. ;-; Either way, it's only been four months and I finally have a chapter out! WOOH! It's too bad I don't write as many chapters as I take jagerbombs or I'd have every story I ever wanted to write done! Haha. 8D;

Anyways I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Heart, heart!

"Bakura…"

A powdery brow raised, emerald depths swirling with amusement. "What exactly do you want done with this…boa of yours?" Ryou had been, now, cleaning Bakura's room for three hours and within those three hours, he had come across many interesting things. A boa, huh? He wasn't sure if it was the most bizarre and out-of-place item yet, but it was sure up there. Why on earth would Bakura have had a boa just lying around in his stuff? What interest did Bakura have in a feathery, hot pink boa? Maybe it was his last boyfriend's-

But err…

Was his last boyfriend like a cross dresser or something? Thinking that, Ryou felt a little guilty, though he was inwardly laughing. That was kind-of mean to say; after all, maybe it wasn't the ex-boyfriend's at all and Bakura had some other reason for having it?

"Huh-GODDAMMIT!" Bakura fumed as his cd tower fell down…again. It took ten fucking minutes to load all those stupid ass cds in the damn thing in the first place-UGH! This was why he -never- cleaned; because his life was a monsoon by default and no matter what he did, his room always ended up looking like hell! He swore, with the way things always ended up, he was a damned jinx, hexed to make a mess wherever he stepped!

Ryou, feeling a little guilty, sighed and stopped what he was doing. He got up to his feet and went to stand beside Bakura, who was looking down at the mess of cds haughtily. "Bakura…you really don't have to help! I told you -I- would clean it, meaning you have the whole day to do whatever! Uhm…I just don't…want you to get angry," he admitted softly, eyes gazing to Bakura's, full of the regret that Bakura was even helping him in the first place. After all, he had offered and hadn't expected Bakura to do anything, especially not an equal share of cleaning.

Bakura stared back down, still sulking. "I know, but it just…I swear, I have the worst damn luck with shit." He gave the sideways cd tower a light kick for revenge, eyeing it as if he were waiting for it to show some sign of regret for falling over.

"No…you don't but…uhm… I think you might have better luck if you try and set it on something harder, like maybe the computer desk? The carpet isn't an even enough surface for something with such thin little beams; maybe if it is on a desk, it won't fall over unless it is bumped!" Bakura blinked, a bit stunned. Why the hell hadn't he thought of that?!

"Hmm…maybe you're right. I guess we could try that." Ryou gave a satisfied smile, nodding.

"Yes, definitely! If you want, maybe you could start figuring out a place to put it up there?" Bakura shrugged, gazing back nonchalantly.

"Nah, that sounds lame, I think I'd rather go out and do something else. Cleaning is fucking bogus." Ryou felt a slight tinge in his chest. Was he boring Bakura badly already, even know it was only their second time hanging out? He had tried to tell Bakura he didn't have to stay and help him, that he could do otherwise.

"Oh-well…I can do it myself…"

"Nah, that is stupid too." Ryou felt very confused too. Looking away in question, he lifted a hand to drum it on his chin. What did Bakura want to do and what did he want ryou to do if it wasn't cleaning, though it was the reason that Ryou was supposed to be here?

"I…"

"Hnn." Grinning mischievously, Bakura lifted his hand, resting pale finger tips against Ryou's cheek. Ryou's head immediately lifted, eyes meeting Bakura's. "I know exactly what we could do."

Ryou's heart stopped. What was he supposed to say to that? The way Bakura was speaking to him was so obscure; his voice went so low, as if purring. It made Ryou's throat run dry and his body freeze in place. How could something as simple as Bakura's tone effect him so immensely? "You…do…?" He was losing his eyes in Bakura's. He couldn't stop staring and wondering…

What was Bakura wanting and why was Ryou so willing to give him whatever he desired…?

Bakura leant in, until they were mere inches apart. Their lips were almost touching, Ryou's breath caught in his throat. Bakura had Ryou completely stunned and hell, he couldn't lie; Bakura was having such a great time doing it. Ryou's eyes were so desperate and questioning and so full of desire…

Once again, Bakura was sure he held such a strong hold over the boy, it would be so easy…

All it would take would be a few simple moves and he knew he'd have Ryou right where he wanted the boy, but then…

That damned feeling again, in his stupid chest! He chuckled fakely and kissed Ryou's forehead, turning away.

"I was just screwing with you. You could make me food though, I wouldn't refuse that. And the boa…ehh, I think it was from a dumb prank my friends tried to pull on me for my birthday last year." He shrugged carelessly, hands falling back to his sides, as if they had never left them in the first place.

"O-Oh, alright. What should I make?" he asked, disregarding what had just happened, mostly because he didn't know himself. It was as if he were the pray and Bakura had been stalking him, just about to capture what he had been searching for, but then…

He let Ryou go free. He could remember feeling the same exact way only the night before, when Bakura had picked him up. Ryou gulped; what was that erratic feeling that Bakura stirred within him?

"Ehh, I don't really care," Bakura waved a hand dismissively, "As long as it is good; just use whatever we have and it will be fine, I'm sure." Ryou felt a little distrustful of himself but agreed with a nod. What if Bakura didn't like his cooking? What if everything he made wasn't that good? Sure he liked it and when he cooked for his friends, they didn't seem to mind but Bakura was so different; his opinion mattered more to Ryou already than anyone else he had ever known.

"Okay but what will you do while I'm down there?" he asked curiously, giving a slightly perturbed look. He hoped Bakura wouldn't clean because that was supposed to be what he was here for.

"Fix that damn cd thing one more time before I give up on life and cleaning once and for all." Ryou laughed and nodded.

"Alright, I will be back! Try not to screw up again!" Bakura lowered his eyes at the boy, who only laughed in return.

"You better shut your mouth before you find yourself in a situation you really don't want to be in." Ryou snorted.

"Oh I am so sure… You really know how to frighten, Bakura." He gave the boy one last smile before he opened the door and headed down to the kitchen.

Ryou was grateful noone, save Bakura and Diabound, was home or he would've felt quite uncomfortable in a kitchen that wasn't his own and especially in one that was owned by his boyfriend's parents. Bakura's parents had been out the night before so he hadn't had the chance to meet them yet-Ryou was glad for this though. He was bad with strangers and knowing the right things to say, but even moreso around parents that belonged to the person he was dating. What if they didn't like him, especially in comparison to his ex-boyfriend? When he thought of it, did Diabound even like him better? And what if Bakura was only lying about liking him better the night bef-

'Shut up Ryou, shut up! Just because someone actually -wants- to date you doesn't mean there is a reason behind it. Maybe they just like you and there is nothing more to it than that! Quit doubting Bakura!' He scolded himself in his mind as he opened the refrigerator, searching through it. He supposed he only questioned Bakura's motives because it was just so weird for someone to actually have an interest in him, especially someone like Bakura.

Sighing, Ryou had to admit to himself, he'd never met anyone like Bakura before. There was something so different about Bakura, compared to everyone he had ever liked. Sure, he hadn't exactly dated much, but he did have hard crushes but nothing was comparable to his newfound desire for the other male. What was it that was so mind-boggling about him?

Well, first, of course, came his good looks…

But what about his voice?

Ryou loved the sound of Bakura's voice, especially the tantalizing, lulling laugh he gave out…

And those eyes; the eyes that seemed to travel throughout Ryou's soul every time they gazed down at him…

But many were good looking and had attractive traits like that (though Ryou was willing to argue Bakura definitely was the handsomest man he'd ever come across) but something else entirely drew Ryou in.

He didn't know Bakura's personality well but he was already head-over-heels for the way Bakura thought and acted. To him, it was as if Bakura was everything he had ever wished to be more like. He had to admit, he couldn't rely on this alone since he didn't know Bakura that well yet but Bakura's overall vibe is what kept him hanging on hardest. He made Ryou feel like absolutely nothing the teen could describe.

Was it stupid to be this obsessed for someone who was barely more than a stranger?

He was trying not to let Bakura get to him and let Bakura be the only thought on his mind, but even now, only after a few days, even when he was trying not to think of the male…

Bakura wove his way into his mind and refused to leave. It scared Ryou but at the same time, it was impossible to stop.

Ryou searched for a frying pan, deciding he would make something easy and quick as to not take too much away from cleaning. He decided on making quesadillas since that is what came to his mind and what the refrigerator showed off first. Yes; he would cut up the vegetables he found, sauté them for a few minutes, then set them aside and begin to brown and melt the cheese on the tortilla…

"Ryou are you frozen in place or something?" Ryou jumped at the sound of his name, whirling around to find Diabound standing in the kitchen in nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs.

"A-Ah! Sorry, no, I was just trying to think of what to make-I mean, Bakura asked me to so…" He tried to explain himself to Diabound so the male wouldn't think he had rudely invited himself to get something to eat.

Diabound chuckled at Ryou's edgy attitude, leaning back against the door frame. "Like I care. You don't have to explain yourself to me; you could eat everything and I wouldn't give a damn. In fact, I'd almost rather have you eating for yourself than slaving for that little bitch Bakura. You have probably done more work in your lifetime than he has in an hour." And Diabound wasn't kidding; Bakura was the epitome of lazy. He couldn't even remember the last time he saw Bakura lift a finger and do a dish-well, at least, not without being screamed at ten times before.

Ryou smiled sympathetically at the male. "Mm. I could see it happening since his room was so, err…how can I say it nicely?"

"A disgusting, mold-infested hell hole?" Diabound grinned.

"Your words, not mine!" Ryou laughed, turning back around to what he has doing, grabbing a knife to begin chopping. He pulled out the counter-attached cutting board and started up with the bell pepper halves. "Has Bakura always been this…uhm, disorganized?"

Diabound nodded. "Ever since I can remember. The day he actually cleans without someone else taking the initiative is the day I seriously die. What are you guys doing anyway? I'm guessing my brother is trying to rape you and you're just barely escaping?"

Ryou's cheeks warmed beneath a blanket of snowy locks. "No…we were just cleaning his room up, or trying. I've only been at it for a few hours but it does look a lot better! I mean, there is still over probably a day and a half's work but progress is progress right?"

"Ugh," Diabound rolled his eyes. "You're too nice Ryou, really. Make my brother do that shit himself! Whip the little brat or something. It'd probably turn him on-oh, but I guess then he'd try even harder to be lazy just to get more."

Ryou couldn't help but chuckle stopping cutting to meet the elder male's gaze. "You really don't have much faith in your brother, do you?"

Diabound shrugged, letting out a low yawn. "Faith…? In some ways yes, but in means of him actually growing up by himself and becoming a responsible adult without help…no."

"Without help? What do you mean help?" Ryou was confused. What help did Bakura need to become an adult? He was in school and working more than part-time, wasn't he? Sure, he seemed a bit bitter sometimes and maybe he wasn't the best at cleaning up after himself but Ryou was sure Bakura could make it alone. He was mature, wasn't he? From the way Bakura talked of his past and now, it seemed to Ryou, he had grown a lot. Maybe he was just too naïve to know though. He had only known Bakura a week and he was inferior to Diabound who'd known Bakura all his life. Maybe right now, it was too quick to judge?

"Help, meaning…well, you'll see. I'd rather have you see on your own. You'll understand better then. While he isn't as bad as he was, he has…a long way to go." Ryou would see; he knew the boy would understand sooner or later. Yes, his brother worked and went to school every day but Bakura still knew so little about taking care of himself and had no awareness for others. He was still young and a little stupid, and only felt for himself and was only troubled with what -he- needed and that is where Diabound's plan came in. Ryou had a much harder life and still came out to be such a great person. He knew, if his brother could be affected and would listen to anyone…

Maybe it wouldn't make sense to anyone else because the two were so different but what Bakura needed was a complete change. Ryou was a breath of fresh air and maybe once Bakura had that, he'd change forever and it would turn out that Diabound was right and Ryou was exactly what his brother needed all along.

"I…don't quite understand uhm…you're not saying it's not good to be with Bakura, are you?" Ryou asked, a hint of anxiety in his tone. What Diabound was hinting at, to Ryou, almost made it seem like Bakura had some hidden problem or something. But wait…why would Diabound introduce him to Bakura if he was wrong in the head? Maybe it was just as he thought and he just wouldn't see it until he knew Bakura better. He reached for the onion and cut off a small chunk, dicing it up for the vegetable mixture.

Diabound laughed, shaking his head. "No. I think…you and my dumb brother work well. You've got the brains and the looks and he's got, well…" Diabound went to a blank. "Well at least he can fix your computer for you."

Ryou laughed lightheartedly. "There's more he can do than just that. He was cleaning too. He actually did half the work and I didn't even have to ask."

"Holy hell, my brother must be in love!" Diabound exclaimed in shock. "You didn't even ask?! I offered to help him a number of times and he told me to 'go fuck off' or something very classy like that. What is wrong with him? I think you must have given him some kind of disease. It is obvious he isn't feeling right."

'Is Bakura really that bad when I am not around?' Now, Ryou was very curious to get to know Bakura better to understand him, like Diabound did. He couldn't wait until he knew Bakura well enough to felt like he truly knew Bakura just as well as his brother did. Ryou scooped the vegetables into his hand and brought them over into the pan, ready to begin to sauté them. "Heh, well…maybe my voice just has special powers over others to make them clean?"

"Maybe. Just promise me you won't die in the process. Anyway, I have to go get ready to go to the library. I have to go find a few books for a report but I hope you have fun and make sure you at least sock Bakura once in the face for me since I won't be able to do it myself." He winked playfully at Ryou before turning around, giving the boy a wave.

"I'll try!" Ryou chimed back, waving also, though Diabound would never be able to see it. Ryou smiled to himself. It was amazing how two brothers could be so different, yet look so much alike. Diabound was so cool and collected, always choosing his words wisely. Bakura though? He was so heedless and rash, always on the edge-or at least, that is how he seemed when he had been with Diabound the other day. Alone though, Bakura seemed so carefree but he was never cautious. That was okay with Ryou though because Ryou was prudent enough for the both of them. Bakura was just…

So much to think about and Ryou hated how much he was loving getting lost in the male. Just, hopefully, he'd be able to save himself before he let himself get tangled in the web Bakura was weaving.

25 minutes later, Ryou found himself carrying two plates cautiously back up the stairs, both with a thick, cheese and vegetable filled quesadilla on them. He just hoped Bakura liked Mexican food or he would feel really bad about not asking what exactly he wanted in the first place. At least then, he'd have two to himself? Still, it always felt so much better to be able to please the person you were cooking for. He wanted Bakura to like it and he had tried to make it the best he could, adding salsa and other spices to make it flavorful.

Using his foot, Ryou lightly push the door open, revealing Bakura, who had finished cleaning his desk-not that it was exactly a hard task in the first place. It was practically spotless compared to the rest of his room. "So, what did you conjure up? Are you sure we even have enough food here to feed you and me both-mainly you?" Bakura grinned and turned to the male with a smug look as he sat there on the floor, attempting to pick up garbage from behind his desk.

Ryou scoffed. "I do not eat that much! And yes I am done and you better like it or just for that comment alone, I'd have to hurt you." Ryou gave him a playful glare and set the plate down in front of him. Bakura eyed the toasted item, an eyebrow raising.

"A quesadilla, ehh? But where's the meat?" Not that it necessarily looked bad but…seriously? Was Ryou kidding? Bakura couldn't even remember the last time he ate something that wasn't actually meat flavored or didn't have at least a few morsels of delicious flesh in it.

"What?" Ryou cleared a spot from the dirty clothing with his foot, sitting down next to Bakura. "Well…I looked in the freezer and there was only chicken, but that takes so long to defrost and I really wanted to get as much cleaning done as I could! I'm sorry…err, I promise next time I will make you food that has a little more to it? If you don't like it, it's alright…" Ryou felt a little guilty, though he tried to hide it. Maybe he should've asked after all.

Meanwhile, Bakura ripped off a piece and took a bite. His eyes widened at the taste of the quesadilla. He couldn't lie; he hadn't expected it to taste -this- good! He had figured all Ryou had done was cooked the vegetables a little and added some Kraft slices to melt on top of it but it wasn't like that at all! The flavor was so complex and scrumptious, Bakura almost didn't believe it was something so basic to make! 'Jesus, what the hell did he add to this to make it so good?'

"Damn, this is really good. It almost makes up for there not being meat!" Bakura smiled, fully impressed by Ryou's skills. Was there anything Ryou couldn't do to be more…sexy? Was sexy even the right word? Yes, someone who cooked well in Bakura's mind was definitely attractive, but what about all the other things Ryou had going for him? He almost wanted to say perfect but noone was ever perfect and thinking they were was just a disappointment. But what about right? Was Ryou…just right? Why right though? What did being right have to do with anything? It wasn't like Ryou was right just for him and it was anything sentimental like that but…

"I'm glad you like it!" Ryou's face illuminated. Bakura's brow lifted. Why did it make Ryou so happy that Bakura had said he liked it? What was the weird feeling within his stomach?

Ugh; Bakura hated when he thought too much; that is why he liked beer in the first place. The food was good and that was enough. So what if Ryou being so happy made Bakura, oddly, happy too. Maybe he was just feeling weird today; whatever. There was too much cleaning to do and he really didn't have time to dwell on insignificant things.

7 pm was rolling on and the sky was already beginning to grow dark. The day was finishing out but the cleaning definitely wasn't. Yes, the floor was spotless now but still, all the dressers and drawers in Bakura's room (save the desk because everything on and in it was oddly perfect) were very disorganized and the surfaces were sticky from different spots and spills. Some were obviously liquor and soda, others were strange green colors that gave off terrible odors-either way, there was still another few hours worth of work. Not that progress wasn't showing; The carpet was well vacuumed and Bakura's bed was neatly made and smelt fresh, thanks to all his bedding being washed for the first time in, Ryou guessed, a year. The collection of beer cans and old bottles were cleared out and the only thing under Bakura's bed were organized boxes. His walls were no longer growing mold in the corners and Ryou had even begun to clean old the smoke stains off them. Not that Bakura smoked now or anything…

Or so he told Ryou.

But yeah; either way, it was beginning to look like a civilized room again in which gaining a disease just by stepping foot in there seemed very unlikely. It had been a very long day, but even Bakura had admitted that it was worth it. He could actually sleep in his bed without finding odd things and he was no longer afraid of stepping on broken glass on his bedroom floor. He had actually enjoyed himself doing it, too-and that was the weirdest fact of all. It had felt more like just hanging out instead of cleaning, though he had got sidetracked a few times (not that Ryou seemed to mind hahaha…) but majorly, it was actually a good day. Now though, he was beyond exhausted and he could tell, Ryou was too.

He sighed, rolling onto his stomach on his bed. Ryou was currently scrubbing vigorously at the same wall stain he had -been- attempting to get rid of for at least ten minutes now. It still did -not- seem to want to come off. How was he still scrubbing? It really amazed Bakura just how determined Ryou seemed to be to get this room cleaned. Sure, Bakura had a good time and everything, but come on; hadn't they been at it long enough for one day?

Ryou groaned for the millionth time, obviously getting quite annoyed with that stain. Too bad the stain didn't seem to care or even notice. It just stayed there, where it had been for months, and seemed quite comfortable. With how things were looking to Bakura, it didn't look like it was going to come off anytime soon. He felt a little guilty now, just watching Ryou. He was -so- tired now; he didn't want to do anything except sleep or eat. Even sex would've been hard for him right now. (not that Ryou would've given it to him, but still.) Bakura just wanted to do something else and forget about his room for now.

"Pllleaasseee wall, just give in!" Ryou whined, faking a pathetic cry. He let his head fall against the wall, groaning. This did not seem to be working. Why had every other stain been at least a little cooperative, but this one didn't want to give in, even just a little?! Even Ryou, who wasn't easily agitated, was starting to get a little annoyed with it. He really wanted to get the room cleaned today though! And he knew if he worked hard, he could get it done by, with luck, midnight! Midnight was very far away though and even he was getting slow. He was trying to keep up a good pace but for the last hour, he had been rapidly slowing. He was hungry and tired but he wouldn't give up! Turning to look at Bakura, who had his eyes closed, he groaned again. He had even knocked him out. Ugh; maybe he could use a little break. It wasn't like the wall was going to give in anytime soon, right? No, no, no! He had to keep cleaning, he had to keep going, he had-

"
Ryou, give it up. I know you're tired."

"No…I…am…not…" His words came out so slow, head resting against the wall now for a moment.

"Fucking liar. Come here."

And that was enough coaxing for Ryou. He was too tired to even get to his feet. He crawled over to the bed, slopping atop it next to Bakura. His eyes immediately closed and he gave a much appreciative sigh. It felt -nice- to finally relax. "Ahh…it feels like my arms are going to fall off…"

"Well maybe if you wouldn't scrub at the walls for three hours straight…"

"But I promised!" Ryou protested, "And they do look a lot better-err, well the one and a half I was able to actually get. Ugh, I am so tired now though…" Bakura's eyes opened, and his head turned to the side to look upon Ryou, who was on his side. His eyes were closed and he looked ready to just fall asleep any moment. Bakura smirked slightly, eyes washing over Ryou's porcelain skin.

"You know…you look kind-of cute all worn out." Ryou's stomach did a flop. He scooted a little closer to Bakura, resting his head next to Bakura's shoulder, eyes remaining closed.

"Do not…" He countered weakly. He smiled a little, arm wrapping around the other.

"Do so. Even if you kinda smell a little like bleach and Windex." Ryou's eyes opened. Did he really smell? Yikes! He scooted away from Bakura, feeling bad for being so close when he stank.

"I'm sorry…" But Ryou didn't make it far because Bakura pulled him right back, closer now, leg wrapping around Ryou's lithe frame.

"I didn't say move away, did I stupid?" His eyes met Ryou's warmly, making the male's cheeks redden a little.

"N-No…I just thought…"

"Well maybe you shouldn't think, now should you?" Bakura chuckled, leaning in to steal a kiss. "God, you worked me to the damn bones. I think you owe me." Ryou smiled tiredly and kissed the male again.

"Oh? I'm sorry you actually had to lift a finger for the first time in your life. So, what exactly do I owe you?" Bakura grinned mischievously.

"Oh…I can think of many things."

"Oh can you…?" Ryou's eyebrow raised in question.

"Oh yes, I can." Ryou gasped as he soon found himself flipped underneath Bakura, eyes staring up in Bakura's, anxiousness growing in them at their current position. Bakura was so close…

"A-And what would that be?" Ryou's heart beat was beginning to accelerate. His arms hesitantly wrapped around Bakura's neck, a lump building in his throat.

Shit. Maybe Bakura had lied about being too tired for messing around but just as he was about to make his move, his cell phone went off. "God dammit!" Bakura sulked, kissing Ryou's nose before he rolled off the other, eyes swiveling, digging in to his jeans pocket for his black RAZR.

"Hello?" …Fuck. He had forgotten all about Mariku's party this Saturday. He had already said he wouldn't miss it the other day when he had been over there hanging out. How could he get out of it now though? He had already admitted to Mariku that he had a date this weekend and after a few drinks, had been practically gushing (how disgusting) about how he was excited to see Ryou. Needless to say, Mariku had bugged the hell out of him all week about how Bakura was turning into a gushy little bear and a bunch of other bullshit that Bakura didn't want to hear about.

If he turned him down though, then that would possibly make Mariku seem correct in saying Bakura was in deep and Bakura KNEW he was not and that Ryou wasn't any different than anyone else. He had always been a person who put friends first and the person he dated second, or even, very last. He wasn't going to change and get all romantic and crap now; that just wasn't him. Even if he didn't want to go(because more time alone with Ryou would be nice and he was tired) he would go. Maybe he just wouldn't drink though-well…

But then Mariku would flip him shit for that too. Dammit! He was going to have to drink. At least one or two shots, and then he wouldn't have anymore than that, for sure.

"I know you aren't going to try and skip out on me tonight, you prick."

"Shut up, ugly. I will be there, don't worry."

"Better be. Bring that new skank of yours too. Gotta see if he is worse or better than Malik."

"Fuck…you."

And Bakura hung up on him. Ryou looked at him worriedly, eyes meeting Bakura's as he turned over to see Ryou's face.

"Is something wrong…?" Bakura looked a little unhappy and he had seemed excaserbated with the person on the other end of the phone. Had someone made Bakura mad?

"No, it's just a stupid friend. I forgot that I told him I would go to his lame party tonight. I'd say "no" but I already told him I'd be there." Bakura frowned, rolling on to his back. He usually liked to go to parties but tonight, he really didn't want to go. He would though because…why shouldn't he? He had absolutely no reason not to go to Mariku's tonight and he had to be there because…he always was.

"Oh…I see…" Ryou gazed downward, a little disappointed. Bakura had told him that they would hang out all weekend but he couldn't be mad at Bakura, it wasn't his fault he had forgotten. Besides, it was a great thing that Bakura didn't break promises to his friends. Didn't that only make him a better person? Ryou smiled, deciding not to let it get to him. Bakura and he could be alone another time, it was no big deal! Bakura had already made those plans and there was nothing Ryou could do to change that. If it were his friends, he knew Bakura would understand if he had to go with them instead too. "I don't mind, really!"

And Bakura, for a moment, felt like a piece of crap on the inside. Ryou looked so dejected for a moment, but then he seemed better. Was he only pretending to be okay with it? Well, at least that wasn't like Malik, screaming at him, right? Still though…did Ryou care deep down? Nah, why would he care? He definitely understood and even if he didn't, what did it matter? It wasn't like Bakura's world was supposed to revolve around him.

"Alright. I am sorry. We don't even have to stay long or anything or if you want, you don't even have to go since I know you don't care much for drinking."

"No!" Ryou exclaimed, smiling brightly. "I don't mind, I want to come still! It'll be fun and I won't be the only one there who doesn't drink, right?" Bakura felt a knot inside of him. He knew Ryou would definitely be the only one completely sober. Though some of Mariku's friends didn't drink, they definitely smoked-but he didn't want Ryou to know that. What if Ryou knew he did too? Would he think that Bakura was a loser-wait, why did that even matter? He wasn't even supposed to give a damn about Ryou's thoughts. If Ryou didn't like him for who he was, he could go somewhere else. Ryou wasn't important anyways-but still, he didn't really want Ryou to know…

"I doubt it. We won't stay too long and I won't drink much so it should be alright." But then, that worried Bakura saying that. When was the last time he actually remembered limiting himself? Well, it didn't matter. He would do it.

"Alright! So when are we leaving?"

An hour later, Ryou and Bakura were completely changed and no longer smelt like cleaning product. Thankfully, Ryou had accidentally brought two different changes of clothes with him in his backpack and was able to go without having to borrow clothes or go back home just to change. He was nervous, but excited; he was sure it would be fun and even if it wasn't that great, at least he'd be with Bakura, so there were no worries.

Bakura, on the other hand, was a little nervous of how the party would turn out. He tried not to think about it and to just ignore it but he really wondered if he would be able to contain himself. He wasn't an alcoholic persay but once he had a shot, he was well known for not stopping until he had at least ten or eleven more. But maybe, if he just stuck by Ryou's side and didn't go outside to the deck where he knew Mariku would have a keg, and Katsuya would have bottles upon bottles of vodka, he'd be alright.

Or at least…

He hoped.

He tugged on his black and white patterned DCs as he sat upon his bed, waiting for Ryou to return from the bathroom. Was it really alright to take Ryou to the party? Did he even have a choice? If he told Ryou "no" he would just seem like a dickhead. (But then, he really was.) With Ryou there though, he wouldn't even be able to have real fun-but wait! If he couldn't do anything, why was he going anyway? And what did it matter if he couldn't drink? Was drinking really more important than the promise he made to spend the weekend with Ryou? He didn't like this train of thought. Since whas he Mr. Fuckin' Feelings? And thankfully, Ryou walked into the room before he could go on.

"Sorry if I took long," Ryou apologized, though truthfully, the boy had taken a shorter time than Bakura.

"Didn't-and even if you did…" Bakura leered and stood up, padding over to a very clean-smelling Ryou. His arms enveloped around the boy's waist, making said male's cheeks warm some as he turned his head.

"H-Huh?"

"Well… you look so damn cute, you'd be immediately forgiven." And it was no lie; before Ryou had looked good; but now, in a tight long-sleeved grey Henley, a white tee under, and a pair of tight dark blue jeans, he was mouthwatering to Bakura. If it weren't for the dumbass problem he had made, he might've even wanted to stay home just to get Ryou out of those clothes. Sometimes, he even had to admit-he was a bit of an idiot. Sure, friends over supposed 'love' bull-but over a good lay? Really?

"E-Err…thanks?" Ryou gulped out, surprised at the swift kiss of his cheek, the arms leaving his body. He looked up to Bakura with a small smile on his face. "So, are we ready then…?"

Bakura's eyes glanced from Ryou's soft hues to cherry lips. Groannn. This really wasn't that smart of an idea, was it? He gave a murmur before turning away. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Ryou was antsy. He didn't tell Bakura, but it was probably obvious. Ryou had been unnaturally silent the whole ride so far to the party and had no plans of breaking his silence anytime soon. He was lost in thought; what if Bakura's friends didn't like him? He really didn't do well in big gatherings and he had a feeling a lot of Bakura's friends and he didn't have a lot in common. Would they hate him? He really didn't do well in a situation where he wasn't liked. What if they got mad at Bakura for bringing him and Ryou ended up causing problems for Bakura and his friends? What if his friends hated him so much, that Bakura ended up breaking up with him because of it?

Ryou's face held a look of pure anxiety. He bit his lip, staring out the window. Bakura…wouldn't do that, would he? Surely Ryou wasn't that intolerable; they would like him, wouldn't they?

"You know…you shouldn't look so damned freaked out. If you don't wanna come, I could take you back so you can go home…"

"No!" Ryou all but shrieked. He gulped, turning to Bakura, who was a bit surprised by the outburst. "I…sorry, I want to go, I mean."

Bakura raised a brow, nodding. "Alright. Don't worry, we don't have to stay long or anything and I'll be by you so they won't attempt to roast you for their meal." Bakura smiled slightly, making Ryou do the same. Ryou felt a little less nervous knowing Bakura would be by his side the whole time. As long as Bakura wanted him there, that was enough, wasn't it?

"I don't think I'd make much of a meal…"

"I know but I don't know how considering how much you fuckin' take in, you little pig," Bakura countered sarcastically, making Ryou laugh.

"Not true! Maybe you're just a light eater and that is why you're so amazed! Besides, at least I know I could probably win an eating competition!" Bakura chuckled, rolling his eyes as dark hues met the road again, foot pressing down on the break with ease as they neared a corner.

"Or a heart attack competition because if you consume that much Wendy's for a lifetime, you'll die before 30." Bakura's hand moved from the steering wheel to place it atop Ryou's. It was weird how a turn of conversation could make his emotions change as well. He still wasn't happy to bring Ryou to this party but maybe good luck would be on his side and he could get out in a timely manner with no drinks-not that he was even sure why he cared whether he pleased Ryou and kept him company or not. He just…wanted to and that was a good enough excuse for him.

Ryou gave a soft smile at the hand on his own, fingers brushing against Bakura's palm. "Well…it's better than dying of toxic mold, which is what you're doomed for if you don't start letting me take better care of you."

And suddenly Bakura's happy mood faded.

'if you don't start letting me take care of you…'

That kind of phrase freaked Bakura out to no avail. He couldn't look at Ryou in that moment because he knew he'd see the boy smiling adoringly at him, cheeks tinged, and he wouldn't know what to say or do. He didn't -want- someone to take care of him-NO! he didn't -need- someone to take care of him! So what if he was a slob and didn't take great care of himself; he was alive wasn't he? He didn't need someone to…care about him and didn't want to ever. He was with Ryou for fun and he would never make the mistake of going deeper than that, not ever.

Maybe…he would have more than a couple of drinks, after all. He wouldn't let himself feel, think, or show that he was even close to being in any kind of love with Ryou and he didn't want Ryou to get that idea, either.

Bakura took his hand back suddenly, turning up the radio.

Ryou blinked, a bit surprised. 'That was weird,' he mentally noted. Bakura seemed so different now. Had he said something wrong? No, he couldn't have…

Maybe Bakura just felt like music, or something? Ryou's stomach clenched. Even if he wanted to believe it was the music, Ryou had a feeling it was something else entirely.

Within five minutes, Bakura's grey Civic pulled up in front of a shabby two story green house that lay on the outskirts of Domino. The house was definitely not in the best of neighborhoods but that was expected since it was rented out by a couple of teenagers who had little money to spend. The music could be heard from inside the car, rap music blaring all round. Ryou could see a few people hanging out in the front on the porch, looking to be smoking cigarettes.

Bakura said nothing as he got out of the car, simply shutting the door and heading for the house. Ryou followed suit, lagging behind the male. He swore now, more than ever, that something was wrong. Why wasn't Bakura waiting for him when he had said he would stay by him so he could be at ease?

"B-Bakura?" he questioned timidly. The other turned around, eyes peering to Ryou mundanely.

"Huh?" Bakura replied icily. Ryou bit his lip, unsure of what exactly he wanted to say.

"U-Uhm…" He looked away from Bakura, eyes down casting. Bakura sighed, sauntering over to Ryou and wrapping his arm around the boy's waist possessively.

"Come on you, let's go in. You're the one who wanted to come to this."

Upon entering the party, Ryou immediately felt queasy. There were at least 10 people in the living room alone, which could be seen upon entering the front door. They were all curled up on the floors and furniture, nursing beers and red Dixie cups, which Ryou was sure held something akin. The carpets were well stained, Ryou guessed, from parties before. From the door way, the dining room could be seen where a table sat with people all around it, laughing and drinking.

He stared, looking like a deer caught in the head lights. Ryou knew none of these people and wasn't sure if he wished to or not. He felt like everyone was staring at him and chewing him down. He gulped, peering up to Bakura helplessly. The male, however, didn't reassure his jitters. Bakura was attempting to make sure -not- to look down, on the contrary. He didn't want to see Ryou's face or even be near him right now. Those words were still jumbling over in his head; ugh! He hated mushy crap and he hated even thinking about someone caring and being expected…

Shit. He needed a shot.

"BAKURA, HEY! BAKURA, HEY!" A loud blonde was suddenly yelping at the top of his lungs, running toward Ryou and the aforementioned. Bakura snorted, pulling Ryou closer and walking further into the house.

"Yes, idiot?"

"So you bothered to show! You're late though! You know Otogi and I already chugged all the Jager, right? Anyway, come on, come on, have a shot with me!" Ryou looked from Bakura to the strange blonde in front of him. "And and shit, how fuckin' rude of me to not introduce myself!" He hollered, just as Bakura was about to speak. "I am Katsuya, and you must be Bakura's new little sl-"

"Shut the hell up!" Bakura ground out, glaring at Katsuya in annoyance. Katsuya chuckled amusedly, stumbling a little as he took a step forward.

"Always so touchy, ouch! Anyway, what's your name, ehh?"

"O-Oh, sorry. I am Ryou. It's nice to meet you," Ryou greeted softly, almost inaudible thanks to the music. Ryou supposed it didn't matter anyway since it appeared that the other male was quite intoxicated.

"AHH! Nice, nice! So let's all go have a shot! What are we waiting for! Come on Bakura!" Ryou tensed, looking away from Katsuya and Bakura.

"Uhm…a-actually, I think I'll wait here, I don't feel like…"

"Okay, whatever! Come on Bakura, don't leave me-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU DRUNK ASS! GOD!" Bakura hollered at the other, pushing him away. "I'll be out in a second, obnoxious, shit!"

"Jeez, you don't have to be such a prick! And you better! See you Ry'! There's plenty of Monarch if you change your mind!\" Before they both knew it, Katsuya was staggering back to go off and bug someone else.

"B-"

"I'll be back in a minute, alright?" Bakura looked down to Ryou who was staring up at him in a lost manner. Bakura sighed, glad he had avoided seeing Ryou's expression until now. The boy did not want to be here and wasn't comfortable and he reeked of it. Why had he even came here in the first place and brought Ryou? He knew Ryou didn't belong in a disgusting house like this. All that was here was a bunch of drunk idiots…not even people worthy of Ryou. The people at these kind of parties here, in fact, were the same people who picked on kids like Ryou in middle school because they were too moronic to ever compare. But ugh; why was he even arguing with himself about this in the first place? Ryou wanted to come! He wanted to -be- here! It wasn't Bakura's fault he had set himself up to be miserable!

…And truthfully, these parties of Mariku's were misery unless wasted but even then, they weren't really fun and Bakura only went because…what else was there? Ryou looked so naïve and out-of-place…

Could he really…?

So he'd only go out there for ten minutes. He'd find Mariku, call him out for being the prick he was, take three shots and that was all he'd allow himself.

He gave Ryou a small smile and leaned in to kiss him. Ryou kissed back shyly, peering up to Bakura unsurely. He tried to pretend he was okay with Bakura leaving him but…what happened to Bakura's promise of staying near him? Still, he didn't want to make Bakura mad and remind him. If Bakura wanted to go…what could Ryou really do?

"Will you be okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine! I'll just find something else to do! Have fun!" Bakura grinned and gave Ryou's head a pat.

"Okay, it'll only be a few minutes, promise." Ryou nodded, but mentally he didn't believe Bakura. He knew Bakura would be a while and would likely come back drunk.

"Okay." And off Bakura went, leaving Ryou stranded and alone in a house he didn't even know with people who could've cared less who he was. Ryou couldn't help but feel…a little sad as he watched Bakura walk away. Would they really last when Bakura was so different and cool compared to him? Ryou began to feel extremely unconfident. Guys like Bakura…they could get anyone, couldn't they? Maybe it'd only be a matter of time before Bakura found someone else who liked to party and have fun, too.

Ryou decided to go wait outside and hope for the better, that Bakura would truly come out and look for him in a few minutes. He knew, deep within though that…the male wouldn't.

A sigh escaped Ryou's lips as he sat on the stairs, eyes boring into the cement of the walkway. Ten minutes had gone by, at least, and Bakura still had not returned. It was okay though, Ryou didn't expect him to. After all, he was supposed to go to this party from the beginning. Ryou was just the afterthought, and them being together tonight wasn't even supposed to happen. He should've been so lucky just to be able to see Bakura tonight for the little alone time they got. Ryou didn't mind, he was sure he'd see Bakura later tonight sometime maybe…

His heart sunk. He was getting tired from how hard he had worked cleaning and he really didn't want to be at the party any longer. Most people here paid no mind to him, and could've cared less that he was here. He didn't care though; he was here for Bakura and he would do anything to make it seem like he was enjoying himself, though he really was not.

Bakura was right…

He didn't belong here and he didn't particularly care for this sort of party but…if it meant seeing Bakura, it was worth pretending.

Ryou shifted, elbows resting on his knees and head in his palms. The wind lightly passed by, blowing white bangs in front of his eyes. It was a bit cold out here, but it was better than in the house, where it was the exact opposite. It was crowded and smelled heavily of cheap vodka. At least out here, Ryou could breathe clean air, even if it made him shiver a little to do so. He sunk a little deeper into himself, attempting to warm up.

A car door slammed from across the street and two voices were audible, obviously coming closer to the house. Probably just more of Katsuya and Bakura's friends or something. If only he weren't so horrible with conversation, then he could at least be near Bakura, talking with everyone and having an okay time compared to this.

"I-If only it were summer…at least then I'd be warm and miserable," Ryou mumbled, another sigh leaving him.

Foot steps were present, a person making their way to the stairs. Ryou scooted to the edge so the person could go inside easily. He was surprised, however, when the seat beside him was taken instead.

"Well, I always heard misery loves company?"

Ryou jumped, head lifting to find himself staring into bright lavender hues, decorated in dark kohl. His eyes hovered to the male's ear, where a golden earring dangled in blonde locks, complementing the male's bronze skin.

Said male raised a brow in curiosity and smiled slightly. "So, I guess you never heard staring was rude?"

"O-Oh! Uhhh…sorry! I'm just tired so…I'm a bit off tonight is all," Ryou answered hurriedly, smiling sheepishly. He felt stupid suddenly. He didn't even know why his eyes had lingered so long. Maybe he really was just tired, but something about this male just made him feel…

Strange.

"I see," he replied, a tad of disbelief in his voice. He shrugged it off though, uncaring. After all, who cared if they were stared at. Maybe it meant he was good looking to this boy? Who, by the way, didn't look too bad to him either. He was actually pretty cute-a little frail for his liking, but nonetheless, he didn't look like a bad person to talk with for a bit. Besides, he seemed lonely and it wasn't like he was pumped to go inside anyway.

His eyelids lowered. If he went in, trouble might only come about. Well…if he was here, anyway. "So, you a friend of Mariku's?" He asked, trying to push away his negative thoughts.

"Well… not exactly." Mariku? Is that whose house this was? Ugh, he was so lost… "I'm here with someone but…" Ryou's voice faltered, shoulders hunching. He wasn't really sure what to say about Bakura. He didn't want to say anything bad about him, but at the same time… "They are just inside talking with friends and I didn't want to be a bother so…"

"A bother?" The blonde quirked a brow again; a favorite thing to do of his. Ryou looked to the male again, nodding slightly. "I doubt you could be a bother. You don't seem annoying or anything, unless you just don't show it right away?" He grinned at that, trying to lighten up the stranger beside him. Besides, the kid beside him seemed to have some sort of self-esteem issue. Maybe a laugh would make him stop being so delusional. He was very attractive and there was no way that could get old to anyone.

Ryou smiled a bit, shrugging. "Well…I don't think I'm annoying but…"

A roll of eyes. "So in other words, your date is in there getting drunk off his ass while you are out here freezing?"

"U-Uhm…n-not.."

"Right on the button, huh?" Ryou's eyes widened. He knew Malik was telling the truth but how could he be so smart to see through Ryou's denial?

"Well…" The other chuckled, hands setting themselves next to him on the step.

"I knew it. Don't worry, I am pretty awareof the activities of dickhead guys, and well, guys in general."

"What do you mean…?" Bakura wasn't a 'dick' after all, and it wasn't like he did it on purpose. It was just that he promised his friends and Ryou understood. Sure, it sucked, but he wasn't going to complain.

"Well… I just think if you're dating someone, they should be spoiling you on hand and foot and making you happy-of which, you are not because you even said so yourself!" He snorted. "You're miserable, as you said!"

Ryou's mouth hung open. Well, yes he wasn't exactly feeling all sunshine and rainbows but he wasn't downright…well, he had said…but he didn't mean… not because of Bakura! He was just cold, tired, and maybe a smidge lonely. "B-But I…I'm not…miserable," he muttered, eyes lowering to the ground again. "I'm just tired and he promised his friends he'd come so…"

Another scoff. "And he just had to come and get drunk instead of be alone with you? Chh, sounds like someone I've dated before. I always just pretended to love to drink-well, I do like to drink, but I pretended to -really- love to do it just so he'd like me more. There was never a night a party went on that we didn't go to. I mean, there were times I didn't want to go but he was always going whether I wanted to or not. I swear, if he's anything like that one, don't bother! You're wasting your time if you think you can change him." A bitter feeling washed throughout the male's veins, eyes hardening. "You'll never change him. Never." He then realized he was acting as if Ryou were dating the same guy, which he definitely was not and anyways, it was obvious Ryou was too nice to probably even date anyone as horrid as that idiot. Maybe it was like Ryou said and he really did just…hold parties above his boyfriend. Whatever; people had their own priorities. "…But I mean, I'm sure you have it better so…"

"Well," Ryou began. He wasn't really one to say many personal things to strangers but the male next to him had divulged private information to him and it was only polite to do the same, right? Besides, he didn't seem to have any hidden agenda. He was nice and talking to him was actually…entertaining. "We just started dating so I don't know but I don't think he's like that, err, I mean…I'm sorry it worked out that way for you." And Ryou really did feel bad. Pretending to do something to make someone happy should've been something to be appreciative of, shouldn't it? Ryou would've felt…happy if someone would've went and did things they hated just to be with him.

The male waved a hand in disregard. "Whatever. I mean, it's my own fault for being so stupid to think…he'd change. I mean, everyone told me he was bad news but you never want to believe the truth, you know?"

"I…understand. And it could've been okay, I mean, there is some good in everyone," Ryou mused, drumming his chin with his fingers. "And I mean, you never know, that person could change and surprise you one day and come back to you."

"Yeah, maybe, but…I don't even want to think about it." He sighed, head lowering. A silence erupted between the two, and Ryou began to feel guilty for not being able to think of much to say. He glanced at the male next to him, seeing the morose look on the male's face.

'Come on, think of something, anything…' "So, why aren't you going inside?"

Malik smiled harshly, lavender depths glaring at the ground beneath him. "Because…the person I most want to avoid is probably here, being the life of the party as always. I didn't really want to come but…I couldn't stay away, you know?" He sighed, "I feel like if I don't come, I'm letting him win by not being here, even know I don't want to be, which probably makes no sense but…"

Ryou laughed softly, nodding. "It's alright. I know what you mean. You don't want him to think you have the better of him." He shivered, winding his arms around himself.

"Yeah…I don't. But I do hope things go well for you and Mr. Lucky, whoever that would be." Ryou laughed, shrugging.

"Thanks…I hope things work out better for you, too." Ryou glanced to the male with a soft smile before turning away, going quiet for a moment. It was then that he realized he still didn't know much about the person sitting beside him. How old was this person anyways? "So, what…school do you go to?"

"Mm…" He lifted his head, turning to the other. He started to bob his head a little as a song he liked began to play inside. "Domino High School. It's not too far from here. I'm a junior. What about you? Same thing, different school?" He murmured, watching the other intently. He looked to be abut the same age, maybe even younger. He hadn't noticed until now but Ryou's hair was pure white, reminding him of someone from not too long before. Ryou didn't look too much like him though; his face was different and much softer. His eyes were wider and more innocent and he had a cordial air to him. …No, the two were nothing alike, save pale skin and hair. Besides, as far as he knew, that person only had one brother who was much different as well.

"No, I'm in college at Domino University…studying…well, I don't really know. Just trying to find something I like enough to do." He smiled and set his hands on his knees, tensing as the cold began to well around him again.

"I see. Dang, I thought you'd do something more entertaining like a porn star or something." Ryou's eyes widened.

"What…?"

The male grinned, nudging the other with his shoulder. "Well you just give off that impression with how tight your clothes are and how cute you are." Ryou snorted.

"Oh yes, I must really do a good job of giving off that impression. Jeans and henleys are pretty good indicators of sexual entertainment stars." They both laughed and it was then Ryou realized he'd forgotten one of the most important questions yet. "So what is your n-"

And just then, a cell phone rang, a Fall Out Boy ringtone screeching out.

"Oh shit! One second!"

"Hello?" The male's expression sunk as the person on the phone went on. "I see…" He sighed fervently, head sinking. Ryou stared at the male worriedly, wondering what was going on. "Alright, I'll see you later."

"Uhm…is something…?"

"Nothing bad. My ex is just here is all." He shrugged, head resting in his palm now. "I mean…I didn't think he'd be here at all. At least if he was drunk I could handle it but he has a date here too, one that I guess is pretty…great…" Ryou frowned, reaching over to set a hand on the male's shoulder.

"I'm sorry… Uhm…I wish there was something I could do…" He trailed off, eyes down casting in defeat. He didn't even know what to say. He'd never broken up with anyone or been in a real love, save with his family, but that wasn't quite the same.

"It's alright. I guess that's just what I get for…loving him." The blonde bit his lip and stood, arms folding over his chest as he began to walk away. "I'm sorry but I just have to go."

Ryou stared to the other, feeling helpless. He didn't know what to do. Should he go and try to console-but really? What did he have to say to help? "Wait but your-" But before Ryou's question could be answered, the male was running to his car, slamming the door. He sighed, slumping again. "Name… I just wish I knew your name is all."

Was that person really so upset with their ex being around, that they had to flee the area? Ryou's stomach churned. What if one day, he was like that for someone? What would he do if he fell that in love with Bakura and then their relationship ended? Would he be just as depressed and lost as that person was?

He began to worry. Ryou folded his hands in his lap, attempting to wrap up to gain warmth again. It seemed even icier than before now that he was sitting here alone again. At least before, he had distracted him from his suffering but now…

Ryou bit his lip in thought. What he felt for Bakura…no, it wasn't love, not really. He had a deep liking for the male and was beginning to care for him a lot but it wasn't that serious and who knew if it ever would be? But if it did get to that and Ryou did end up with his heart slammed in a door…

Would he be able to recuperate or just give up forever?

By this point, Bakura -might- have overdone himself…

Maybe just a little. Or maybe…

A little more than a little. Oops.

He laughed at his own thought, smacking his forehead randomly. Oh my god!

'I am so drunk!' "I AM SO DRUNK!" He died of laughter as did the people around him who all cheered and agreed louder than necessary-but then, that was how the intoxicated were. He knew he had said he would only take a shot…or three but…

Then contests happened and people begged him to take a shot with them and before he knew it…

He was 12 down and it had only been an hour.

He was going to be very sick any minute now and he knew it, oh-he knew it. He was a pretty good drinker when it came to it, but that much that soon?

But…and…

Wait, what was he thinking? He started laughing again, staggering over to a friend but tripping over, well…

Nothing. "I can't even see! Holy shit, Mariku, I can't fucking see! Ahh!" This was just too funny to him, really! Why was this so funny? His vision was so blurry and he couldn't tell if he was walking or floating. But, oh god, his legs were so heavy! He felt as if he could just collapse on spot! He almost fell over but was caught by…

Well…who was he caught by? His chuckles were never ending and he looked up and snorted when he found himself face to face, with not Mariku, but Seto, who looked quite pissed.

"Way to go you idiot, you've won yourself a ticket to alcohol poisoning. You should be so proud." Glacier blue eyes rolled as they glared down at the male his arm was tightly wrapped around( much to his displeasure). "You guys are all so idiotic. Why do you let this dumbass overdrink himself like this when you know all he is going to do is puke his charcoaled lungs out?!" Why did he even come? Ugh, this people never changed! All they ever did was drink and smoke weed-both, of which, Seto did -not- do…

Okay, so he drank once in a blue moon, but surely not around these morons. Drinking with them was like impending yourself to a stomach pumping down the road. They all drank way too much and always too fast and hell…

They always had the cheapest and most putrid of all alcohol. It could've been his wealthy blood, but Seto preferred drinks of a much higher class-only the finest wines and champagnes for him. And yes, every once in a while he was known to make drinks with Patron but drinking like this was just stupid.

He was always the one who ended up having to unwillingly take care of these idiots and all because, he, stupidly, had dared to befriend Bakura and Mariku four years back, which he claimed to be one of the worst days he had ever lived through. But to the here and now-he didn't even know why he stuck around for this or why he wasted his time coming back from Tokyo U for the weekend just to spend time here. Didn't he have better things to do than waste his time with these people yet?

"I…Seto, when you squench your face like that, you kind look like a pug dog! Holy sh---hey you guys, I think all along, Seto has been a doggy in disguise! I always knew there was something wrong with you!" Seto was -not- amused. His eyes burned into Bakura's, who just leant back against him, out of breath from laughing so hard. Mariku wasn't any better off, sitting on the wooden deck with his legs crossed, unable to even stand due to laughing so hard and the fact that he almost had as many as Bakura. But he'd catch up right now, oh yes! He took another sip of his screwdriver, leaning back against the wood rails. Now that he thought about it… He eyed Seto, closing one eye. Wow, he really was funny looking, wasn't he? He began to laugh again, holding onto his stomach.

"Oh h-hell! It's tr-true, it's true! And to think, Seto, you have so much money, you could've paid to go to the surgeon to get that wrinkled face of yours fixed! Seto pursed his lips, not pleased. He gave Mariku a kick on the leg and rolled his eyes before turning back to Bakura, who was still laughing. What the hell were these two even talking about?

Ugh. This is what he paid to befriend two of the biggest idiots in all his high school. "Shut up, you damn hedgehog. Hurry up and drink yourself into a stupor." Mariku tried to reply back with something just as clever but all he could do was laugh. He felt his hair and realized, yes, it was a little spikey and his hair was the color of that little piney animal…

Whoa! Everyone here was turning into animals all of a sudden and all Mariku could do was…

Wait. He was not that drunk, he was not that drunk, he was…

Mm. Where was Malik? Mariku's ridiculous train-of-thought halted, a blonde haired, golden skinned male's moody taking over. Usually, when there was a party at his house, he would spend most of his time attempting to talk the male into sleeping with him, of which he was only half kidding. Oh but….Bakura and he…they had broken up anyway? Yeah, they had. Why else had Malik seemed so sad when he had seen him at Varon's party the other week? He was going to ask about it but…

Damn. He was probably as drunk as he was now, then, and even he knew that intoxicated, he didn't exactly make the best conversationalist-unless you were Bakura, of course, because they were exactly the same-or so, Mariku liked to think. They both had habits of telling each other way more than they needed to if they got enough beers into each other. Which, Mariku raised his eyebrow, was why earlier in the week, Bakura had practically talked for an hour about the new kid he was dating. Hmm, and he still hadn't seen him either. Katsuya told him that he was here, but at that time, Mariku has been making out with…

Wait. Who was he making out with down there again? …Err. God, he was drunk! He smiled dopely and drank some more, lazily watching the people standing near him.

Katsuya, stood right there in front of Mariku with a vodka bottle in hand, chuckling as well. Him laughing made Seto even more irritated. For some reason, everything Jou said made Seto a little more bitchy than before. Mariku, personally, thought it was some sort of twisted crush-though it was hopeless because Katsuya was as straight as a pin. When was the last time boobs didn't come up in a conversation with him? Mariku couldn't even remember. "Katsuya, you idiot! Why can't you ever tell this cretin to stop when you know he's had enough?!"

"Wh-what do you mean… he only had like six-"

"Katsuya! You took seven with him, so how in the world did he only end up with six?" Otogi cut in, a dark brow furrowing. Katsuya's mouth dropped, and it was obvious he was trying to think of all the times Bakura had taken shots. There had been…too many to count, and he remembered Bakura taking more than just the ones they had taken together. Yeah, he was going to be very sick any minute now.

"WOULD YOU GUYS STOP TREATING ME LIKE I'M BABY BAKURA! SHIT!" Bakura hollered, throwing himself from Seto's arm, stumbling into the middle of the small circle surrounding him. He almost fell again, but, luckily, he somehow managed to dodge this just barely. He pointed at Katsuya accusingly but then he realized Katsuya hadn't even been the original accuser so it didn't really help but then…fuck. He was just so…

And Ryou. Ryou was just so damn cute. Mm…he imagined Ryou standing there, looking so timid and naïve, just waiting to be pounced on, emerald hues peering up to him hungrily. He could barely see but if he could, he would find Ryou, and tell him how much he wanted him and how sorry he was for getting so drunk that he could barely remember who he was standing next to. Wait…who was he with, anyways? "I am so fucking confused! I am so confused! Brain, where did my brain gooo!" He lifted his hands to his head, eyes closing. He was so tired suddenly, he just wanted to lay down right here, wherever he was…

He couldn't even follow the voices shouting all around him.

"He'll be passed out in seconds," Mariku muttered, eyes closing. With the way he was feeling right now, so would he. He was on the same page as Bakura, at least. When he opened his eyes he could see… Well… He didn't really know, everything was such a haze and he felt so nice and warm, the tequila settling alongside the vodka in his stomach. Maybe he'd just take a little nap, then find some way to find Malik, to make him stop looking so damn sad. Yes it was Bakura's ex, who Bakura had treated like crap, and Malik as well, but…

He didn't know. It was just nice when Malik was happy. He closed his eyes and drifted on this thought for a while, before he dozed off with his cup in hand.

Seto glared at the two teeth gritting as he pointed to Bakura, who was standing there with his eyes closed, looking about ready to fall over any second. "Why do you let him get like this! I just…I am so tired of taking care of him every damn time-And Mariku too! Why do you invite him when he just ends up the same way every time? At least if Malik were here, he would've taken care of him so I wouldn't-no, you know what?" Seto stopped, something dawning in his head. He jus remembered; Bakura wasn't here alone, he had come with someone…

"Well you can't expect us to babysit him Seto, he's fucking 19! Besides, it's funny to let him get like this! Just let him take care of himself and he'd be alright!"

"Yeah! And you know what happened the last time you two said that? He ended up in the hospital, almost dead. That is it, this is his little bitch's problem. I am too old to play fucking dad anymore! Come on Bakura!" Seto grabbed the male's shoulder roughly, but it was too late.

"I just…it's so hot…Ryou…" Bakura whispered his last words before everything went dark. Why…did he let himself get like this? Seto would never understand. He looked to the other two expectantly who sighed and helped him pick Bakura up, just like always.

Upon entering the house, Katsuya shouted to everyone to get the hell out of the way as they hurried into a downstairs bedroom, kicking people out to lay Bakura down on the bed.

"Shit he gets heavier every time, I swear," Otogi uttered, glancing to the honey haired male hazedly.

"I know what you mean-maybe it's just cuz Malik hasn't been here to help. And it is always easier when Mariku actually helps too ."

Seto peered to Katsuya, eyeing the other murderously. "And when is the last time you remember him actually not passing out before Bakura? He's useless! He is always either asleep somewhere or screwing someone up in his bedroom! And Malik-"

Where is that kid anyways? I know I called him!" Katsuya countered, looking to the blacked out Bakura for a moment.

"Probably sleeping with someone or else crying in misery-one of the two. Either way, go find Bakura's new little skank, I am fucking out of this hellhole." Seto glowered at the three before turning around to head for the door.

"Oh come on Seto, don't be such a wussy! Come on, have a drink!" Katsuya urged, grinning stupidly at the male, obviously getting drunker by the moment.

"Yeah Seto! Don't be so bitchy! You know Bakura will be okay-"

"No, I don't, but I really don't give a shit. I am too old for this crap any longer." Seto rolled his eyes and stormed out of the room, the front door slamming only moments later.

'Drama queen,' Katsuya thought, almond eyes rolling. Katsuya sighed heavily, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Man, what is with him? I thought college would loosen him up but he's even more off a tightass than before! I always hated his guts but damn, talk about a buzz kill." Otogi snorted, sitting down as well, arms folded over his red hoody.

"Seriously. I wish I was Bakura, at least then we wouldn't be the ones stuck to take care. So, Bakura has a new boyfriend…? Why isn't he in here then? Where did he go?"

Katsuya attempted to remember Bakura's entrance. Now that he thought about it, a white-haired male had come in with him…

"OH! Ryou! Hey, let's go find him! I don't know why he didn't come drink with us in the first place! I think he's just shy or some shit. Whatever, he can have all the alone time he wants with Bakura now. Ugh, come on, Bakura's head is turning and he's making weird sounds. He's going to puke any moment, let's get Ryou before he explodes." Otogi shuttered and nodded, following Katsuya as the male stood, going out of the bedroom with him.

"Huh, and I remember the last time Bakura was this drunk a couple weeks ago, he was telling us how he was going to marry Malik."

"…No, actually I think that was Mariku, and Bakura was the one laughing, saying he'd rather marry Seto's little brother any day." Otogi blinked, but shrugged it off. "So…where is this kid anyway?"

And had the door never slammed and had a certain someone never stormed out, Ryou may have never found Bakura for quite some time. He had still been outside keeping to himself, just trying to stay out of Bakura's way, but then he heard a bit of yelling and thought a fight might be going on, so he felt a little worried and went inside to check on things. Within a couple of minutes, he was approached by Katsuya, who told him where Bakura was and Ryou, to say the least, was not pleased when he saw the state Bakura was in.

Bakura was throwing up all over the edge of the bed, whitened knuckles gripping the blankets. His head was smack against the mattress but that was better than lying in his own puke. Having a little throw up in his hair was better than having it all over his body, which, sadly, had happened before. He sputtered, insides spewing out of his mouth and onto the floor.

"Bakura…" Ryou murmured softly, sighing as he crawled onto the bed, sitting on his knees and resting a hand on Bakura's back. His nose burned from the scent of the vomit, but there was little he could do about it right now. He gently rubbed Bakura's back, trying hard to not breathe out of his nose. "You drank way too much…" he continued in a whisper, opposite hand reaching for Bakura's hair to make sure it didn't get heaved on. He didn't exactly have a hair band, but holding it was better than nothing at all.

Bakura opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He was hacking again and liquid poured out, Ryou feeling more and more scared by the second. He'd never been around drinkers much and definitely had never experienced anyone get alcohol poisoning so he wasn't sure when it was an emergency and when it wasn't.

"F-…" Another gag. "U-uck…" Bakura was barely speaking, but that was a good enough sign. Ryou continued to massage his back, feeling guilty. To him, it felt like it was all his fault for not being there sooner. However, even if Ryou had been outside what could he really have said to make Bakura not drink so much?

"A-Are you alright…?"

"I'm puking my brains out, what do you think?" Bakura snapped breathlessly. Ryou bit his lip. He supposed that was a stupid question.

"S-Sorry…" Bakura gagged once more, heaving now some, trying to get all of it out. He couldn't even lift his head up though, it felt so heavy… But at least he was with Ryou now, and he was sure Ryou looked so good. He turned his head around to look up to the male with glazed eyes but didn't make it far until he was puking again.

"Shh, just get it all out," Ryou comforted, lying down beside Bakura. He chanced resting his head against Bakura's back, eyes closing. Even if Bakura was sick and incoherent, it was still better being with him than all alone and freezing outside. Though, he still couldn't quite get that stranger off his mind. Maybe he'd ask Bakura about him tomorrow. But as for tonight, what would they do? Would Bakura let him drive home? Would Bakura be able to even get to the car?

Another cough and Bakura closed his eyes again resting against the bed. It was a good thing he was drunk because he was sure if he wasn't, his stomach would kill him. Mm… now he just felt so tired though. Everything, he hoped, was out, and Ryou's hands were so warm on him. He could've been having this all night long, but he had to go and get wasted. He didn't understand himself; why did he always make the worst choices?

"Ryou…" he murmured, turning his head to the side. He tried to open his eyes to see the boy but couldn't. Ryou smiled slightly and nuzzled against the male. Even if it stunk…he didn't want to be anywhere else.

"I'm right here…"

"Mm…" Bakura wrapped a limb around Ryou before he fell into a deep sleep.

'I don't care about the smell. I'm just glad he's alright.' He smiled lightly and joined soon after, burying his nose in Bakura's shirt to avoid the stench of the room.

-
Thud.
Thud.

Holy shit!

Thud.

His head was absolutely pounding! This had to be a dream, oh god, he hoped it was a dream. His head seriously felt like his brain was exploding and pouring out of his nose. It was excruciating! And not only that but he felt so weird, as if he were fallling…

Into a big pot of never-ending fucking sickness. Oh, he felt so hungover. He was afraid to even open his eyes because the lightly would surely blind him, and not only that, but who knew where the hell he could be now? All it took was 45 minutes last night and he had forgotten where he was, who he was, and what he was doing. He must've blacked out cause he couldn't even pinpoint how he got to sleep…

If he hadn't just passed out cold in the yard again. But no…he felt warm and comfortable,. Obviously on a mattress or something of the sort, not to mention, he could feel someone's warm breath against his neck so he obviously wasn't alone…

Wait!

Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

…Ryou.

And then he realized what a big mistake he had made by leaving the poor boy alone. Why was he always such an idiot and a bastard? Why couldn't he just be like most people who just drank enough to get a buzz and not give so much of a care, then go home a couple hours later when they were (mostly) okay and wake up the next morning feeling like a bushel of fucking flowers? Oh, he was the worst . He really…

He really liked Ryou. A lot. His stomach churned inside of him, and he felt a billion times sicker. Oh wasn't he just such a great fucking boyfriend? He had drank too much, probably said something very stupid to Ryou, and he'd found his way into bed with someone and now he was absolutely sure he just wanted to black out again right now, so he never had to see the huge mess he made.

But maybe there was a chance he had just fallen asleep next to one of his friends or something? It wasn't too likely though since whoever it was, his arms were wrapped around. Plus he and the other person had clothing on…

A groggy ember depth peeked out to find his shoulder hidden in white tresses that weren't his own. Which meant…

He was unbearably relived, for some reason He had even been to the point of panicking over cheating. What would he do if he had done that to Ryou? Would he have really been able to have lied to the boy? He didn't think so. He was a good liar but he didn't want to lie about something like that. Even then, would his pride have enabled him to beg Ryou to take him back? He wasn't so sure…

He wad sure he was probably a real dickhead the previous night nonetheless. He had to be, or how else could he have left his date alone all night in a house full of strangers? But somehow, they found their way back together and it was alright, wasn't it?

He then noticed something; besides his hair, the room didn't seem to smell at all. Had he not even tasted the bitterness of puke in his mouth or say that the ends of his hair were discolored, he wouldn't have even thought he had thrown up. Maybe he had made it to the bathroom? He frowned, doubting it. He wondered…

Shifting from Ryou, Bakura glanced down the side of the bed to see the light blue carpet only slightly stained in a tad of yellow. The rest was cleaned up…

And now he felt like a complete ass. Ryou had taken care of him, even when he had treated the boy like shit. Why did Ryou have to be so unreal? He lifted his hand to brush finger pads along Ryou's cheek. Why couldn't he just stay home with Ryou last night? Why did it bother him to think about it?

It wasn't even like he had fun last night and how he felt right now definitely made it not worth it. But still; he was just an idiot under everything and knew no better, or so he told himself. Alcohol had always been a way to escape and the way Ryou made him feel so uncomfortable last night, he couldn't help but freak out a little. He knew Ryou didn't mean it, but somewhere in his mind, it scared him to know that there was always the possibility that…

Ryou was falling in love with him. He got goosebumps just thinking about it, looking to the boy. Ugh; what would he do if…

His head hurt too much to think about it.

"Baku…ra?" a warm voice rang. Said person's eyes drifted downwards t ofind themselves looking into a pair of worried emerald ones.

"You…got really sick last night. Are you…okay…?" Ryou leant into Bakura's touch, eyes closing for a moment to enjoy the moment silently. It was refreshing to see Bakura alright. Last night Ryou wasn't so sure that Bakura really was going to be okay with how much he had been vomiting.

"Ugh, I feel…like hell." Bakura sighed, seeing the boy's eyes widen cautiously. "But yeah, I'm alright, as in this isn't shit I haven't been through before." Bakura's palm reached up to feel his cranium. His head seriously felt llike it was twice the size of his skull…

"You really know how to make a person want to drink," Ryou commented a bit sarcastically, quirking his lips. His hand crept to brush fingers gently through disheveled white locks, unconsciously trying to snuggle closer.

"Mm. Well it is nice, when you don't take it too far…" Bakura sighed, arm pulling Ryou closer. "So, why are you still here?" Ryou's eyes widened, a bit shocked at the question. Did Bakura not want him to be? He would never just leave the male behind, was that what the male had wanted him to do?

"I…didn't know I should be gone?" He replied, sounding a little hurt.

Bakura scoffed. "That's not what I meant! I just… I don't know. I didn't do or say anything to make you want to leave?" Bakura was stunned. Either he had just passed out before he even had the chance to see Ryou or he had done or said something mean and Ryou just didn't care, in which case, Ryou was a bit of a masochist..

"No…? I mean…I didn't even see you most of the time. I was outside. I'm sorry, I'm actually not sure what you did at all. Someone with black hair and Katsuya came to find me and brought me to you and by then, you were a bit passed out and throwing up," he said regretfully, eyes down casting.

"Oh." Bakura blinked, a bit baffled. Was that really all? He felt like he had to have done something a bazillion times worse to feel this horrid. Too bad he couldn't redo the night to make it worth it. Then again, how many days did he wake up feeling like this and regretting every moment? "Sounds like I had a pretty shitty night, then. Maybe I'm glad I don't remember it," Bakura joked, eyes rolling as he peered to Ryou, eyes slitting questionably when he he saw how Ryou seemed a little down. He wanted to ask why but even if he asked, Ryou probably wouldn't say. Besides, if he were honest with himself, he already knew why.

Ryou was sad because…he wasn't there to somehow have fixed things and made it so Bakura wouldn't have gotten so sick-as if he could've stopped anything. Also, the fact that…he had been left alone. Bakura's appendages etched over Ryou's cheek, catching the boy's attention, their eyes meeting. He didn't like being left alone, and Bakura didn't know how, but he could tell by just looking into Ryou's eyes which somehow, at this moment, were confirming everything he thought. The way Ryou was looking at him made him squeamish. It wasn't like he wanted to leave Ryou alone or anything but…

He did know it would happen, somewhere within him. He couldn't help himself; something about what Ryou had said last night had made him want to run and get the hell away from where he was. Goosebumps were spreading like wildfire on his arms as he leant in closer, pressing their lips together, somehow unable to stop himself. He felt a bit awful for Ryou, honestly. Here he was, kissing the boy, wreaking of vomit but…Ryou wasn't pushing away. He was clinging, attempting to get closer, wanting more. Bakura didn't understand. The way Ryou was making him feel was beginning to give him the scare the shit out of him and for once in his life, Bakura wasn't really sure how to take control of it. 'Why do I feel so fucking…different when he looks at me like that?'

Ryou let out a soft murmur when Bakura pulled away, glazed eyes fluttering open, looking across to Bakura with unspoken need. 'What does he want? Why do I even fucking care? Oh hell, my head is aching and…maybe it is just the house that is making me think such irrational things. Yeah, yeah…I need to get us out of here and get him gone so I can just be alone. I can't fucking think…damn hangover. Tell me why I am already ready for my next drink? Ugh; I just…we have to get out and I need to get away so I can think-or at least keep my ass busy so I don't have to.' Yes, that was it! He'd go home, shower, brush his disgusting tasting mouth, and busy himself in computer crap for the rest of the day so he wouldn't even have to worry.

"Bakura…" Ryou whispered, noses pressing together gently. This was not happening right now; it was not! Ryou looked so sexy right here, wanton and ready to give up everything. Why did he have to feel absolutely wretched? If he had just been well and his head hadn't felt like it had been pelted with a boulder…

God dammit, he wanted sex.

Bakura tried to ignore his lower body and turned away from Ryou suddenly, pretending as if he hadn't heard Ryou's arousing plea at all. "Let's get out of here. It stinks like my insides and I need aspirin and if I don't get it very quickly, I think I am ready to go suicide off a damn bridge."

WOOH I AM DONE! And altogether, it only took me a month from start to end to finish. XD Actually it took about a week of really working hard but anyways. I like how it turned out! And omg; who is the mysterious blonde Ryou was talking to? Was it Britney Spears, was it Naruto?! AHHH WHO KNOWS WHO IT IS!

…Except for probably everyone since I don't think it's hard to figure out. XD No Narutocrossfics here. Anyways, please review and I hope you dug! I keep coming up witrh trouble on this story too because it takes me so long between chapters, I often forget what eye colors and cars and little insignificant things I assign characters with! Does anyone else do that? Gosh, I swear I spend half my time backtracking just to figure out what I have done with the characters!

But yeah, so I already started the next chapter(which is impressive for me) and since I have tons of free time now due to summer, hopefully it'll be out soon! Much love and I hope all vacations are going well!