Here you'll see Kura's reaction to umm…well, what he seen last chapter. And :gasp: you'll find out what exactly happens to Yami. Hoo-ray. And don't be offended by the coarse language.
Hakoro-and-Tsukiko101225: Nothing's wrong with me…I hope T.T Either way, you'll find out what happens if you stay tuned because I love RxBxTR too w00t. Hehe, you're review was funny. Poor Seto and Yami…
10. Untimely but Expected
Silence hung heavy in the air. Ryou stared at Bakura's sudden appearance; he was petrified with fear. Malik on the other hand stood up; his shirt fell off his body, revealing more red marks. Bakura's eyes showed more confusion and hurt than anger.
"Did I walk into the wrong house?" Kura asks sounding hurt as he looks around the room.
"Bakura—" Malik exclaims in a confused tone.
"Asshole!" Bakura shouts suddenly as he leaps at Malik, "What the hell is going on? I come home to find you and Ryou ready to fuck like little rabbits?"
"No, Kura you have it all wrong. I—" Ryou tries to reason but Bakura will take no part in listening.
"That's a bunch of B-S Ryou!" Bakura spat. The agitation in his voice almost pushed Ryou away. With Malik in his angry grasp, Kura throws him to the ground. Once his body hits the ground, curses, fists, and shouts begin the bloody brawl. Malik's body shivers coldly against the brown linoleum tiles.
"Bakura, you're misunderstanding the point!" Malik yells while squirming around. He tries to regain his forearms in a failing attempt to block Bakura's fury.
"How in the hell am I missing the point? It's quite obvious that you and Ry were about to start something!" Bakura cries out in rage. He controls Malik's body and rests on top of it. Just like he had done to Ry, Kura also clamps Malik's arms down with his legs. Pulling up his own fist he goes to hit Malik but misses and hits the floor; busting the skin on his knuckles.
"Bakura! Malik! Cut it out! Please stop! There has to be another way to get through this!" Ryou's attempts of coaxing the guys out of fighting are in vain. "Kura, knock it off, why don't you ever listen to me!?"
Bakura's mind was elsewhere, however. "You sick mother-fucking bastard! You're supposed to be my best friend, damn it! I was happy when you took me to court. I was fucking happy!! That's what I needed to do!" Bakura's fists close around Malik's throat, "but I'm there for two weeks and I get out all because I have to see Ryou again! And when I arrive I find you guys ready to go at it!"
"No…Ba…kura—you have…it all…wrong!" Malik chokes. Well, Kura had it only half right. Bakura digs his fingers deeper into the tender flesh. All the red hickies disappear into the scarlet imprints of hiss hands. "St—op Baku—a le—me ex—plain! Ple—se!" Malik coughs.
Bakura's face deepens with the signal of no stopping. His mahogany eyes drill into Malik's clouding purple ones.
"Bakura," Ryou shouts as he slams a TV remote into the back of Kura's head, "stop!"
Instantly releasing the almost collapsed airway, Kura brings one hand up to the back of his head. Gently touching his split skin, he brings his fingers back when slight moisture coats them. Blinking in minor surprise, Bakura balls his hand into a fist before smashing it into Malik's right cheek bone. Malik is helpless due to the fact that Bakura has his arms pinned to the floor with his knees.
"I'm done with you Malik," Kura grunts, leaving Malik in pure pain on the floor. "Ryou dearest," He taunts as he stands to face Ryou.
"Leave Bakura. I don't want to see you. Ever!" Ryou shouts clutching the remote tightly.
"Leave? Are you telling me to get out of my own house? Ha! That's ridiculous! I'm the reason that you're even here!" Bakura grabbed Ry's shoulders; his eyes as dark as ever. Slamming him hard onto the kitchen tiles, Kura loomed over Ryou's trembling body. "Remember when I showed you this position? You seemed to enjoy it…oh yeah; you were doing the dishes, weren't you?"
He takes advantage of the opportunity to fling the young man into the rocking chair nearest them. Laughing a bit Bakura holds Ry's arms at his sides and sits on them. Sitting directly on Ryou's waist, Kura crossed his arms.
"You know…out of the all the times I've seen you, you've never been able to fight back; even when you first showed up. You had a mouth that was for sure. And your lips…oh don't get me started there. You're a wonderful kisser," Bakura teased tapping Ryou's nose.
"Oh! I know let's play a game. Every time you lie you'll receive some sort of punishment. Okay question one," Kura grinned.
"Bakura…" Ryou began. His voice shook slightly. He was sorry and discouraged with Bakura's actions.
Shuffling his make believe sheets of paper he asks, "Were you and Malik ready to have sex-u-al inter-course?" He said each word slow and annunciated them carefully.
Ryou froze up. How was he supposed to answer this question? Sure they were ready…but Ryou didn't want to do anything in the first place.
"I uhh… No. Bakura, we were ready to but I refused—" Ryou's answer was cut by the hard slap by Bakura's hand.
"Question two, have you ever loved anyone?"
"Yes." The answer was quick and easy. But most of all it was true.
"Who was it?"
"I don't know anymore…"
With no proof of a lie, Kura asked another question. "Why did you agree to come with Malik? I mean, what was the whole purpose of him bringing you here from the orphanage?" By now Kura just wanted reasons. He was hurt, confused, angry, but most of all he was curious. Sure he could've gotten these answers any other time but then he wasn't interested.
"…he said that something happened to a friend of yours. Malik wanted me to replace him or something of the sort. Bakura, I didn't agree to anything. But when my eyes first met yours, I was afraid. It was like I could see my future in them," Ryou continues to describe his old feelings in high detail, keeping Bakura's attention quite nicely. "But after I read your diaries I came to find that—"
"Bakura, get off the boy or I'll do it!" Malik's voice shrieked.
Two white-haired boys looked up to see Malik holding a knife above them. He was holding it far up, ready to strike at any precise moment.
Bakura looks away in confusion, "No Malik, I'm going to leave. It's just hard…hard knowing that when I leave, I'm leaving behind a life; the only thing that I know. Ryou," he faces the boy in the chair. For once in his life, sincerity tumbles out of his lips. "I was in the prison for two weeks; only hoping that one day I would see your face waiting for me. You know I would've done anything for you. You can't even begin to realize the hell I went through to get here, but it obviously doesn't matter now. By the looks of it, you don't even care. I just want you to know that I love you Ry…we could've had something together, but no one here seems okay with that; the judge, Malik, Yami, Mai, all the bastards at the jail, everyone. But that doesn't matter because it won't ever change the raging hate and hurt in my heart right now. I'm out of here. Hope to never see you guys again. Good bye Ryou." As he went to stand he looked deep into Ryou's jade eyes. "He's only a kid…I can't believe you'd do this…"
With those being the final spoken words from Bakura, he stands and looks at Malik. He still stands poised with the knife raised high.
Heaving a deep sigh, Kura walks towards the door. Tears fill his eyes when the realization of his first lie settles in his mind. The whole last part of his farewell address was a lie. Grabbing the black trench coat off the floor, which he hadn't realized he had dropped, he slung it over his shoulder and walked towards the door.
"You were abused, weren't you?" Ryou whispered. "That's why you treated me like you did, wasn't it?" Eyes swelled with involuntary tears. "It was your father…your own guardian…like you are mine…"
Malik turns to Bakura; his arm had lowered to his side. Not even he, Bakura's best friend, had known about the abuse.
The older albino stood still for a moment. He relived his past in the blink of an eye. 'Ryou must've really read my diaries. I never told anyone about that…' Touched by Ryou's kindness, Bakura looks back over his broad shoulder. He smiles, "Yeah, you can say that, Ry. But all we need is to erase my apology and let you watch Malik blow out my brains. Of course, you and I are the only ones who know how that story ended. And it wasn't happy, was it?"
Ryou leans forward, "Kura…I can help you…"
The smile on the yami's face widens when he looks over to meet Ryou's tender gaze. He forces a chuckle that ends in a forlorn sigh. "See you around, Ryou." The man opens the door and shuts his with ease behind him.
Not a movement or sound is made after Bakura walks out the door. A few footsteps are heard trudging through the crisp snow, the opening and slamming of a car door, then the rev of and engine from the driveway.
Once the noises from outside came to a stop, Ryou blinked. All the events reposed into a horrible delusion that he wanted to end then and there. As hard as tried and wanted and willed for it to go away, all pleads were useless.
A cold, empty wind filled the room. Ryou rolled onto his side and whimpered. The brutal truth had just slapped him in the face. It was obvious that Bakura wanted to come back for him. It was all his fault that he was gone.
"If only I hadn't been so blind!" Ry pushed himself to his knees and pounded the floor with balled fists, "If only I could've seen what I had in front of me! Bakura…no…Bakura!!"
Malik dropped the knife. It hit the carpeted floor and bounced in an odd direction. Though no one really minded the blade, the blonde placed his hands on Ry's shoulders.
With the trembling force of what seemed like a freight train, Ryou shoved Malik away. "Go away damn it! I don't want you here!" he cried in frustration.
"Ryou, please calm down!" Malik struggles to say. His throat was extremely sore from Bakura's choke hold.
"I want Bakura! And because of me I will never see him again!" the boy stopped at his last statement; "…I'll never see him again. I'll never get to tell him sorry…Never get to tell him I love him or that I'm sorry…" Ryou broke down curling himself into a ball. Malik sighs unsure of what to do. He knew it was his fault that Bakura walked out. It was his mistake to threaten Kura with knife to make him leave.
"If it makes you feel better, I'll leave," Malik states as he stands upright.
"Please, I don't anyone to hear about this. Will you keep this quiet; especially to Yami?" Ryou requests.
"I promise. Ryou, I'm sorry that this all happened. I knew that Bakura loved you. It wasn't my place to butt in." Malik apologizes.
"I just got caught up in this all…I shou—" Ryou starts.
"You were the victim. None of this was your fault. Listen to me; I took you down the wrong path with one intention. Now I'm going to send you back to the real-life route. Go to school tomorrow. Finish up these last two years of high school. Get a good job and look for someone who won't bother you about your past. Someone who won't care about this okay?" Malik wiped the tears from Ryou's pink cheeks.
"Right Malik…I'll do that." Ry sniffs pulling away from the Egyptian's hand. He wiped his own swollen orbs with the back of his hand.
"Don't be afraid to call if you need help moving on. You'll probably not want my help, but I have friends okay?" Malik waved his hand and headed towards the door.
"Bye…" Ry muttered, watching the door close one last time.
One Week Later
Applause roared across the auditorium. Some of the teachers stood up to admire the boy's courage. The students though, clapped just because it was over. Ryou would've done the same thing if he was sitting down there. Unfortunately, Mrs. Brinkley had told the staff about Ryou's heart-wrenching poem.
"Thanks," Ry mumbled into the microphone before gratefully bounding off the stage. That's all he wanted to do when he got up there.
Mrs. Brinkley stopped Ryou on his way down. Encircling him in a hug she hands him a paper.
"This is a certificate from the Domino Writing Center! They said that your poetry was fantastic and they want to give you a scholarship for college!" she informs excitedly.
The memories of yesterday seemed to disappear instantly when Ry hears the news.
"Oh! Thank you Mrs. Brinkley! I'll be sure to attend the meetings!"
"There will be a meeting in the cafeteria on Wednesday around 3 after school. I'm looking forward to seeing you there," she exclaims handing him another info sheet.
The principal walked upon the stage. He raised his hands in the air to silence all the talking.
"I want to address Ryou Haruki one last time. I want to inform the school that he has been accepted to the Domino Writing College. This college is only for students who would best be served an occupation in writing. On another note, we have all next week before winter break. Keep on going guys, one week left," Mr. McLeod finished his goodbye speech just as the bell rang to release the student body form the auditorium.
Ryou tucked the information sheet into his binder when the release bell rang. He gently put the certificate in the pocket with his invitation. It was one of the first times in ages that he was thrilled to be going home.
The students filtered noisily out of the gym to their lockers. Ryou followed behind them.
With him being a junior and the curse of being cute, he was always eyed by the girls. No one would ever expect him of being gay. But alas it was true.
"Hi Ryou! Congratulations on your poem and academy scholarship gesture!" a random girl exclaimed excitedly, her blonde pigtails bouncing about a small blush played on her nose.
"Thanks…umm sorry I'm bad with names…" he lies with a tilt of his head.
Extending her hand she says, "Cassie. We have math together. I sit in the last row."
That's when it clicked. "Oh! Yes, I remember now. Sorry I don't pay much attention."
"That's all right. I never really paid attention either. I just wanted to say that you've inspired me to do better in school," she smiles with her blush growing larger.
"Uh…I wasn't expecting to do anything like that but I'm glad you're willing to do better," Ryou stated nervously, unsure of how to respond.
He reached up and scratched the back of his head uncertain of what to say now. Luckily for him Cassie spoke first.
"Hey, my friends are waiting for me near the cafeteria. I'll see ya tomorrow in Math!"
With a wave of her hand, she runs off to meet her group of friends. Green eyes watch her run away to meet here clique. What they witnessed were a bunch of girls squealing over his 'cuteness.
"Ryou, come over here!"
The white-haired teen spun around. By now the halls were pretty much empty; it was fairly easy to spot the teen who was calling him.
"Hey, congrats on your award and poem!" Yami began happily, "I had no idea you were such a talented writer! I'm happy for you." Yami smiled cheerfully. His red orbs shielded by his eyelids. Bright white teeth shown a bit through the gap in between his lips.
The thing that was weird is that Ryou clearly recalls yelling at him. Although he felt awkward about the past few weeks, Ry still had to say something.
"Thanks Yami. Can I ask you something?" The boy asked timidly.
Most of the joy faded from his face when his eyes opened.
"Ryou, I totally understand what you went through. I just…don't want to discuss it in front of—"
"Yami? Who's this?" a small boy asked. He stood no more than 5 foot 2 and had the largest eyes anyone had ever seen. The hair style reminded Ry kind of Yami's…but a little more kept together.
"This is Ryou. Ry, this is Yugi," Yami introduced with a gesture.
Yugi extended his hand in a friendly manner, "Nice to meet you!"
Ryou takes his hand and shakes it a bit, "Pleasures all mine."
Realizing that now wasn't and isn't the best time to bring up the fighting topic. Ryou grins and watches the two talk with each other.
'They're so happy looking. I'll drop the fight. Yami already did. Maybe now I can move on with mine…' the boy shakes his head, "Sorry guys, I have to go. Just got a wonderful Idea for a story."
"Oh, all right. Again, it was good to meet you," Yugi states with a wave.
"Bye Ryou. Good Luck!" Yami calls as Ryou races down the hall and out the door.
"Home at last!" Ryou sighs, falling back on the couch then throwing his car keys onto his coat in the corner of the room. He was so grateful that he didn't have to walk to school during winter. Even though it was Kura's old car, the police allowed Ryou to keep it.
It was one of the few times that Ry could come home without being afraid. Honestly he wasn't afraid of coming home…it was the fact that someone hurt him at home. The boy didn't want this certain person's name to be spoken in this house. But the weird thing is, this whole ordeal broke up two best friends, a could've been relationship, and kicked the owner of this house out. It's Bakura's house after all and now he's gone to Ra knows where.
Ryou sighed at the mere thought of all the things he caused. He rolled over and looked at the TV. There were two tables, one on each side. The left one had a red glass vase filled with a fake bouquet of flowers. They contrasted nicely with the light blue walls. The other one held 2 picture frames. The biggest one was of Bakura's senior picture. He was wearing a black dressy button up shirt with a navy tie. He had a huge smile on his face; his bright white teeth showing off nicely.
The smaller one was of Malik and Bakura. It was after the graduation. Malik jumped on Bakura's back and was waving his hat around happily. Kura had his head turned slightly with a growl. His hat was tilted off to the side and his hair a bit messed.
The teen sat up and looked at the pictures. That's when an idea struck him. If other people write about their lives in books that become well known, why couldn't he? He was a great author to begin with.
Ry jumped up and ran to his coat. He was going to the library; he had some typing to do.
AN: Huh...couldn't tell you if that was sad...or if it was boring. Probabaly both. Either way, what do you think? Has Ryou confused you yet? Coz I am... don't think that's a good thing, seeings as how I'm the authoress. :sigh: Lemme know what you thought XD
Next chapter is about Christmas. It's cool and perverted. And if that offends you, well, you've been warned.