I couldn't think of a better chapter title.
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THIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS CHAPTER. (~_~)
But then again, all writers must learn to be comfortable outside of their comfort zones.
I don't think I reread this chapter for minor errors after site-editing it. I'm pretty sure that I double-checked it a gazillon times on my iPod before even emailing it to myself. So it should be fine.
Here we go!
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, YGOTAS, Hetalia, the fanfiction site, Bakura's hair (I wish!), the British language, Slenderman (the game or the abridged version), or any of the character/trademarks in those.
R&R
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Ryou sat on his bed cross-legged, his hands in the center of the diamond created by his legs, while Melvin leaned against the locked door, his arms folded.
Either he was screwed, he was dead, or things were about to get extremely awkward.
Melvin looked around. "Nice room you got here," he said. "It suits you, I would think."
Ryou's room looked almost exactly like his room in his old apartment had looked. There was a window on the right wall, which his desk was up against; a bookshelf to the left of his desk, in the corner; a computer table in the opposite corner on the other side of the desk, but he didn't have his computer and would always have to ask Marik for permission to use his instead; his bed in the center, up against the back wall and facing the door; his nightstand directly to the right of his bed; a giant case for all of his game-related stuff to the left of his bed, up against the wall; shelves built into the wall opposite the one the case was up against, for his puzzle-related stuff; his dresser up against the wall to the right of the door; the doors leading to his closet and private bathroom on the left wall; and a ceiling fan with sky blue blades.
The differences were the connected bathroom, the lack of a computer, the case for the game stuff (which used to be in the game room, not his bedroom), the closet (which contained the clothes that used to be in his dresser, which now contained random school stuff and whateverz), and the ceiling fan (before, his room had only had a simply ceiling light; no fan).
"Uh...thanks, I guess..." Ryou replied shyly and nervously. "So... Um... You...aren't going to...rape me or anything? Are you?"
Melvin laughed at that for some reason. Ryou couldn't tell if it was the creepiest sound he had ever heard or if he liked the sound for some odd reason. "No. I won't. But then again... It isn't rape if you enjoy it."
Ryou cringed. "Ugh! Will you just stop that! I really don't need you doing this to me!"
"You think I care?"
"Well... No. I don't."
"Smart kid, you are."
Ryou wasn't as uncomfortable in Melvin's presence as he had been a few chapters ago. But that wasn't to say that he didn't want Melvin to leave before something...something happened.
He had one small solace, a single piece of information that could save his ass, quite very literally his ass.
He knew that Aquailita was not an experienced or avid deathshipper. If the authoress wasn't a big deathshipper, then there wouldn't be much deathshipping in this story, right?
In the past week, Ryou had made it a point to read Aquailita's fanfics (the YGO ones, at the very least), to see her writing style and how she wrote certain things, which could (and was about to) in turn help him learn how to survive in her fanfics. He noted that "A Scar Stamp and A Sexy Shipping", according to her, would be the last time she deathshipped in a fanfic because that had been a little difficult for her. That was, again, due to the fact that she wasn't a very big deathshipper. She liked the pairing a little bit, but she herself wasn't an avid shipper of it.
So the chances of there being deathshipping in this fanfic were slim. About 30%.
But that didn't mean that there wasn't going to be death in this story. Not by a long shot.
Melvin stared at Ryou for a few more seconds. Then he suddenly shouted, "Hey! You in there! Hello?"
Ryou flinched. He hadn't realized that he had zoned out. "Oh I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
"Nothing much. Just commenting on how smart you seem. I'm not Bakura, but there are certain things I just don't care about. Humanity, for example. Mercy is another one."
"Am I on that list?" Ryou asked, for some reason.
"No. You aren't."
The next thing Ryou knew, Melvin was also on the bed, sitting right in front of him. He blinked in surprise a few times and flinched, but stayed where he was.
Melvin grinned. He took that to be a small victory for him that Ryou didn't back away from him. He had his next moves all planned out. "You'll never be on that list. I definitely care about you."
"Well, there's a difference between 'caring about' and 'being interested in' something or someone," Ryou countered coolly.
Well this was getting interesting. Melvin didn't expect that kind of response from Ryou. In terms of the conversation, things were escalating a bit quicker than he had anticipated they would. "And you think I don't know the difference?" Melvin asked.
"I think you know the difference," Ryou replied, "but I don't think you care about it."
"Or maybe I'm just not interested in the difference?"
To Melvin's surprise, that made Ryou laugh softly. "Yeah... Maybe. I have no idea."
Melvin smirked. "You keep surprising me. I don't think I've ever been surprised more in an hour than you have surprised me in ten minutes."
Ryou stopped laughing and eyed Melvin curiously. "I... Wh-what?"
"You intrigue me," Melvin continued. "I like that." Without another word or another moment's hesitation, he grabbed Ryou's face with one hand and forced their lips to meet.
Ryou's eyes widened and he blushed lightly. He whatever ease he'd started to feel around Melvin instantly lessened. He tried to squirm put of Melvin's one-handed grasp, but it was no use. Melvin's hold on his chin was firm. Yet...it was surprisingly gentle at the same time. This surprised him so much that he actually stopped struggling for a moment to think about it. But he started squirming again when he felt Melvin's tongue slowly and gently run across his upper lip, then his lower lip. His blush deepened and he grabbed Melvin's wrist with both hands, trying to pry the other's hand off of him. Again, it was no use.
Once the British hikari gave up, Melvin forced his tongue past Ryou's lips. He started exploring and tasting Ryou's mouth with his tongue.
Had it been anyone else besides Melvin, Ryou would have bitten down in order to convince the other person to draw his tongue back. But Ryou didn't dare. He didn't know how the dark would react if he did that.
Instead, much to his surprise, he moaned ever so slightly. It was barely audible, but both of them heard it. Ryou convinced himself right then and there that the moan had been purely a physical reaction, and was not emotional or consensual in any way shape or form.
Purely. Physical.
Nothing. More.
Melvin thought otherwise. He marked the moan as another victory for him in his plan to make the inevitable happen: death and/or shipping. And/Or deathshipping.
One or more of the three.
*cringe*
That is all I have to say in this EndingAN.
See you next chapter!
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