Soo....here we are again....need I say sorry? Well, I am. Aha. My laptop was broken for a while there, and the only Internet I had was my phone for like, three weeks. ;.; My screen totally cracked. it was so upsetting. Anyways, my best friend did this thingy on a park table, and I liked it. So, I told her next time I posted something, I'd put it in my authors notes. :] Are y'all ready for this?

"Beep!"

"Boop."

"Meep!"

"Moop."

"Bloop!"

"Woof?"

"...No..Are you on crack?"

'...Maybe...-_-"

"Creeper."

By, Jinx!

Tehe, I love that girl. -giggles- Good times yo, good times.
So, anyways, I got a review that I'd like to respond to..but the person doesn't have an account here. I only hope they come back and read this ; Everyone else can skip over it if they'd like, really.

Yourmyrolemodel - I caution you if you do plan on telling them. Because if they don't like it, there is always the possibility they'll tell you to leave. And even if I don't know you, I'd certainly hate for you to be on the streets. Or they could do worse, which I shudder to think of. It's important that you get out of the closet, per say though. Because if you don't, it'll be mighty hard when your older if you find someone of the same gender and your mom's asking when you'll get a significant other, and they don't know you have. Hm. Yeah...I told my parents in the hospital, when I was 12, so they couldn't hurt me ahaha. It's always good to do it in a place they'll be afraid to yell at you. xD I hope you figure out what to do, and I srsly you hope you see this...if not..I'd be sad.

And now, onto the real story!


Saturday morning came with little problem. Isis made breakfast for the teens in the house, and no one really talked, besides Isis and Ryou, who were both morning people. Ryou was still angry, but he decided to let it go. After all, the man could hardly be called his father, could he? Sure, it was his spermies that brought him to life, but besides that, what had the man done for him? Given him a home, and money so that he could buy food and clothes. Other then that, the man was absent. And then he dared think that he could control his life. As if.

He still needed to get his clothes and little things back at his father's house. He knew that the Ishtar's would let him stay there for however long he needed. And he didn't mind it. In fact, it made him feel loved, and happy that he had somewhere to go, a place where people loved him. It made him feel safe. He smiled at nothing, and let himself drift into a happy place in his head(I just made him sound mental tehe). By the time the afternoon rolled around, Isis was pushing him to go get his stuff, least his father end up going through it.

"Have no worries. All of us are coming with you. That way your father can't be too awful to you." Isis said in a gentle voice. Ryou gave her a small smile. He was nervous. For all his callous thinking, he was afraid of what his father would say, and Ryou had a feeling everyone knew that.

"Chyeah. If that idiot has anything to say, well, let's just say my fist will have something to say as well." Marik added his thoughts, making Ryou and Malik giggle, and making Isis look at him in disdain.

"So crude. Marik, you will not lay a finger on that man. We don't need him to have any reason to call the police." Isis reprimanded him. Marik looked down guiltily, making Malik slide up to him to give him a small kiss.

"Aww Marik, it was a nice thought anyways." Malik said, trying to make his darker half smile. And he won his prize, along with a heated kiss. Bakura rolled his eyes. He just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep his temper in check if Ryou's father opened his mouth. Sighing, Bakura slide his arm around Ryou's shoulders, pulling him close to his own body.

"Let's just go, okay? I wanna get this over with." Bakura nearly commanded. But everyone just nodded, and they left the house, Isis locking it. They decided that Malik and Marik would ride on the bike, and Ryou and Bakura would go in the car with Isis. After everyone was where they were supposed to be, they were off.

Ryou felt a cold sense of dread fill his stomach as the car pulled up to his father's house. What used to be his home. He very nearly told Bakura just to go in and get all their stuff, but he wouldn't leave his yami to do that alone. He needed to help, and to do this too. Maybe it would help with his pain of being kicked out. Steeling his resolve to not run, Ryou opened the car door. Isis and Bakura followed along, Malik and Marik were already off the bike. "Ready?" Bakura whispered to Ryou, hugging him tightly from behind.

Ryou nodded and started his way up to the front door. It always used to look loving before...but now, it looked threatening. Taking in a deep breath, he knocked on the door, and waited. He didn't have to wait long, because the door was ripped open by his father, who stood there, glaring.

"What do you want?" He hissed at Ryou. Ryou took a step back, and Bakura and Marik stepped in front of him.

"He's here to get his stuff. So, if you don't mind, get the fuck out of the way." Bakura stated, calmly. Inside, he was boiling with rage, damn near ready to rip the man's head off. Yaten growled at Bakura, but stepped out of the way anyways. Marik stepped in the house first, followed by Ryou, and the everyone else. Ryou all but bolted up the stairs to his and Bakura's room. He had so much stuff, but he didn't think he'd be able to take it all.

Isis and Malik had followed him up the stairs, while the other two stayed knew they wouldn't be much help in packing. "Ryou, take as much stuff as you need. The guest room is yours now. Our house is yours." isis said, loud enough for those downstairs to hear her. Ryou gave her a watery smile, and began getting all of his stuff together. Clothes, CD's, pictures, random knick-knacks. Anything of his, or Bakura's, he grabbed. He didn't want to come back. Isis had thought ahead, and had brought boxes with her. While Ryou was getting everything he wanted, Isis and Malik were placing them in the boxes.

Eventually he had everything he felt couldn't be replaced. In total, there were seven boxes. Ryou sighed. How sad was it that all of his things fit into just seven boxes? Shaking off a sadness that was about to overwhelm him, he called to Marik and Bakura, because there was no way Isis, Malik, and himself could carry all these boxes. They came up, and looked at the boxes before sighing. They started taking the boxes downstairs, and to the car, going back and forth. Soon enough, all the boxes were in the car, and Ryou twirled around, looking to see if he forgot anything. Opening and closing drawers on his dresser and desk, he determined he had everything he wanted.

Going downstairs, flanked by Isis and Malik, he nodded in his father's direction before walking out the door. He'd never let the man see him with his head down, ever again. He couldn't be cowed by him. This is what the man had chosen, and goddamn it, he would sleep in the bed he to himself, he got in the car, and waited to go to his new home. Isis and Bakura also got in the car smiling, although their smiles were because they thought Ryou would cry. But the only time he'd come close to it was when Isis had mentioned that their home was his now.

Getting home, and getting the boxes in the house, into their new room was funnier then taking them out of his old home had been. Both Marik and Bakura were cursing under their breath about having to do all the hard labor, while the girls got to sit around. Malik had gotten fairly pissy when he was called a girl, and had taken to screaming at his yami. This caused a plethora of actions. Marik, begging to be forgiven, Isis trying not to laugh, Ryou giggling behind his hand, and Bakura out right laughing. All in all, the day was good after they'd gotten back.

Dinner was a quiet affair, everyone basking in the love that could be felt through-out the house. Ryou had put off un-packing until tomorrow, causing both Bakura and Marik to complain("But we brought all that shit in the house! We thought you were going to do it today!) Which in turn caused Ryou to just giggle. After dinner, they all retired to the living room, chit-chatted, watched TV, and the like before Isis went to bed. Marik and Malik followed not long after, as did Bakura and Ryou.

"'Kura?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for being there for me today. I love you." Ryou's smile as he spoke made Bakura's heart melt.

"I'd do anything for you baby. I love you too. Now, let's go to bed. We have a lot of unpacking and such to do tomorrow. G'night." Bakura said, kissing the top of Ryou's head, before they laid down. Ryou curled up into Bakura, and the two drifted off.


Sunday morning was nearly the same as Saturday, in the fact that it was nearly silent. Ryou and Isis were the only ones who felt like talking, and after breakfast, the two stayed in the kitchen, drinking coffee, talking about how Ryou should re-model his room. The others went into the living to doze off, waiting for a later time. Unknown to them, Isis and Ryou went to the store to get new linens, and paint for the bedroom. Isis had meant it when she said the room was Ryou and Bakura's room.

Ryou picked out a deep red color for the walls, and black velvet sheets for the bed. They picked up a few new pillows and a black comforter for the room as well. Isis was excited to be re-decorating, and so was Ryou. His father had picked out most of the stuff for his room, and he hadn't really been allowed to change much about it. So, being able to design the room the way he pleased, made him happy as hell. He told Isis as much.

"Oh Ryou. That man is just awful. I'm so happy you'll be living with us! I'll never have to worry about you being on your own or anything." Isis smiled and hugged Ryou. Ryou smiled as well, and hugged her back. He'd never really had a woman's influence in his life, and now that he had the chance, he hoped it would never go away.

"I suppose we should get back...Don't want the guys to wake up and have us be gone!" Ryou said, laughing. Isis laughed along with him, and the two left the store after paying. When they got back, they noticed that everyone was still where they'd been when they left. Sighing, and giggling, they made their way upstairs to move the furniture out of the room so they could paint. Eventually the noise brought the boys to the guest room, and they helped as well. Before lunch time, they had the first coat of paint up.

"Kay, let's leave this to dry, and get some lunch, then come back and paint some more." Ryou said, moving to the door to start on lunch. Everyone nodded, and went back to the living room, excluding Ryou, who made lunch. After eating, and waiting a good two hours, they went back upstairs, and began to paint again. The end result was a lot of showers, due to quite a few..accidents.(More like planned attacks with paint brushes)

By the end of the night, Ryou and Bakura's new room was ready. Everything was unpacked, the walls painted, and the works. Malik, Isis, and Marik had gone to bed already, leaving Ryou and Bakura alone. They shared a kiss, which quickly turned into more. Bakura gently laid Ryou on the bed, before climbing on top of him. He shed his clothes, and Ryou's. Before long, two bodies joined into one, and rose to nirvana. The two fell asleep, entwined in each other, both smiling softly in sleep.


:] I tried to make this as long as I possibly could, to make up for not posting frequently. I do hope you all enjoyed it. And, as always....reviewwwwww meeeee. tehe. Loves and Kisses!