Title: To My Enemy I've Come to Love
Author: celestial-fire-angel
Pairings: Seto x Yami, Ryou x Yami, others TBA
Rating: Well...M for the language XD
Author's Note: ACK! I'm sorry everyone who was waiting for an update to this story! This year-long hiatus definitely couldn't be helped...sorry everyone! But since I'm almost done with my first year in college, I decided to try and revive this fic. Lo and behold! When I started typing again, I felt my creativity come back to me/hugs muse/ My muse has returned! So in about less than two hours, I managed to finish this chapter and when my wonderful beta read it over and made some corrections, I am now proud to present CHAPTER 14!! Thank you so much, everyone, for being so patient with me I hope I don't disappoint in this chapter...now enough rambling, onto the story!
Chapter Fourteen
"W-What?" Yami asked, looking at Ryou. "'New home'?"
"You can not stay with Kaiba," Ryou said. "So you can stay here, if you'd like."
"I…Why?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you always doing this? Why are you doing nice things for me?" Yami asked. "You should hate me."
"Why would I hate you?" Ryou stared at the shorter teen with confused brown eyes. "I have no reason to."
"Your whole group hates me," Yami said, hands clenching into fists. "You should hate me too but instead you're always doing these nice things and always sticking up for me. Why?"
Ryou reached out and touched Yami's cheek gently. "I do not want to see you miserable," he said softly.
Yami felt his cheeks heat up and was sure he resembled a ripe tomato. His eyes slid to the study the carpet, unable to meet Ryou's.
"You should rest," Ryou said, leading Yami to the bed.
Yami allowed himself to be led into the room. He looked around to see a light and airy, clean and crisp room with bamboo flooring and a sleigh bed. White gossamer curtains hung in front of large bay windows overlooking the garden in the back. There was a little settee beneath the windows. One the wall perpendicular to the bed, there was a double door. Yami could only assume it was a closet of some sort. Looking at the door caused him to remember that he had no clothes…not that he had much to begin with…
Ryou drew back the covers and stepped aside, waiting for Yami to climb into bed.
Yami stared at the bed and then looked down at his clothes. He didn't bring any sleepwear with him.
"What's wrong?" Ryou asked, seeing Yami's hesitation.
"I don't have anything to wear to sleep," Yami mumbled.
Ryou blinked at Yami's response before laughing softly. "Do you really need to?" he asked.
Yami's eyes widened and he felt the blush deepen. "Um…"
"Forgive me, that was inappropriate," Ryou said. "I will find you something to wear." He cleared his throat and left the room.
Yami watched as Ryou opened the door across the hall, catching a glimpse of another room. Being gone for only a moment, Ryou came back out of the room, holding something in his hands.
"What's that?" Yami asked, looking at what Ryou had brought.
"Pajamas, you wanted them, did you not?" Ryou asked, setting the clothes down on the corner of the bed.
"Oh, right," Yami said. He walked over and lifted the sleepwear, holding them up to his body, seeing if they fit. "Who's are these?"
"Mine."
"Are you sure it's okay I borrow them?" Yami asked, eyes widening.
"You can keep them if you want," Ryou said. "They have never been worn."
"N-no, I couldn't," Yami said. "I—"
Ryou's hand came up and a finger pressed to Yami's lips, silencing the shorter teen immediately. "Enough," he said. "No more refusing. Just accept them, Yami."
"But…" Yami began.
"Ah," Ryou's finger pressed more firmly against Yami's lips. Chocolate brown eyes stared into crimson and for a moment, the rest of the room ceased to exist. It was just the two of them. With each other.
Neither knew who moved first but suddenly, Yami was flush against Ryou, his lips connected to the other's. His mind was screaming at him to pull away but his body had quite the opposite reaction. He found his arms wrapped rather tightly around Ryou's neck, causing their kiss to deepen further. His eyes slid closed and he felt Ryou's hands slid around him, preventing him from escaping.
Now pressed more firmly against Ryou's body, Yami felt the heat from Ryou's body seeping into his, raising his own body's temperature. Or so that was how it felt.
Yami stiffened at the feel of Ryou's tongue licking at his lips but at the moment, any coherent thought was gone from Yami's mind. Parting his lips, he jumped a little when he felt Ryou's tongue touch his. It was a light touch, almost teasing and Yami could've sworn he felt a jolt from the contact.
Just as suddenly as the kiss started, it just as abruptly ended. Yami's eyes snapped open and widened as he saw the position he and Ryou were in. Yami pushed against Ryou, trying to free himself, a deep red blush spilled across his cheeks.
Ryou loosened his grip on Yami and only let go when he was sure Yami wouldn't fall. He stared calmly at the flustered teen.
"I…W-we…"
"You should rest," Ryou said simply before exiting the room.
It seemed that Yami had just gone to bed when he was called awake again. Rolling over in the soft bed, Yami mumbled his reply, asking for a little more time to sleep.
"Yami, wake up. We have to leave."
"Mm?"
"Come on, rise and shine."
Sighing, Yami sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily. Suddenly realizing where he was, his eyes snapped open and he climbed out of bed. "Oh, Ryou, sorry I…"
"You were tired," Ryou said with a light laugh. "That is understandable."
"Um…you said we had to leave? Where are we going?" Yami asked, looking around, wondering where his clothes had gone.
"You will know when we get there," Ryou said, grabbing Yami's hand.
"I-I'm still…in pajamas…" Yami said, when he realized that they were exiting Ryou's house.
"No one will see you," Ryou assured.
"I still don't know where we're going," Yami said, hesitantly following Ryou into the other's car.
"You will see when we get there," Ryou said. If he wanted it to work, then he would have to keep Yami in the dark for a little while longer.
Once Ryou made sure they were both buckled in, he started the car and pulled out of the driveway. Shifting the car into 'drive', Ryou sped off down the street.
/Time skip/
Yami looked up at the building Ryou had parked in front of. "This looks like a clothing shop," Yami said.
"That is because it is," Ryou said.
"What are we doing here?"
"To get you new clothes of course," Ryou smiled and grabbed Yami's hand, dragging the other into the store.
"N-New…but I…"
"No arguing." Ryou looked back over his should with a gentle smile as if saying 'Let me do this for you.'
Yami had no comeback for the other. He was amazed that the white-haired teen could silence him with just one look. No one else had been able to do that, not even that uptight, son of a bi—no, Yami was not going to think about 'him'. Not now, and not for as long as he could help it. He wasn't going to say ever because he knew that if he didn't look for Seto, the other would surely find him. There was just no escaping it.
Yami didn't get a chance to see which store they went into, but he could tell by the clothes that this wasn't just any regular clothing store. Knowing Ryou, and the rest of the Four Kings, a single button on any one of the shirts or pants could be more than what he made in two months. Maybe that was a bit of an over-exaggeration but he wouldn't be surprised if it actually came out to that amount.
"This way."
Having no choice but to follow, he saw Ryou lead him into the back of the store, looking at the back of the other's head, wondering what Ryou had in store for him. By the looks of the back room, Yami knew this was going to take a long time.
/Time Skip/
The day of the cruise finally arrived and the school was buzzing with excitement. Teachers didn't make a big attempt to teach, knowing that students wouldn't pay attention anyway so every class was a study hall period. Yami only signed into class and then rushed back out of the room, going to Ryou's own study lounge to study. He had been there everyday since he knew Seto would be looking for him, probably still angry about what had happened before.
Ryou had actually proposed that he go to the study lounge since no one else used it. Not to mention that it was quieter than a classroom so Yami could focus on studying.
Crimson eyes swept the hallways, looking out for any signs of the other three of the Four Kings. Marik and Otogi were bad news to Yami since he knew that they would report back to Seto. Navigating the empty hallways, Yami quickly slipped into the stairwell, hoping that he wouldn't meet anyone since the stairwell had nowhere to hide in. Taking the steps two at a time, he reached the top slightly out of breath.
Taking one last look, he fished out the key that Ryou had given him to unlock the lounge and went inside, making sure to lock the door behind him. Putting down his schoolbag, he settled in his now favorite chair, curling up and propping the textbook on the arm.
Yami was so absorbed in reading that he never noticed how fast the time flew. The next thing he knew, a shadow fell over his book. Startled, he looked up to see someone staring at him.
"Good god!" he screamed, pressing himself in the back of his chair, crimson eyes wide with fear until he realized it who is was. "Oh…Ryou…"
"Did I really scare you that much?" Ryou asked with an amused look on his face. "You've been in here for hours. Do you know what time it is?"
Yami looked at the grandfather clock in the room and finally realized that school had finally been let out. It was an early day since it was the day of the cruise.
"Oh. I didn't notice," Yami said, uncurling from his seat, bookmarking where he had left off.
"I looked in all your classes and couldn't find you, so I knew that you probably came here."
"I like it here."
"I can clearly see that," Ryou said with a chuckle. "But you know, you have to balance work and play. You've worked long enough, now is the chance to play. We should head home to get ready for the cruise."
"Now? Isn't it too early? I thought the boat didn't leave until 6," Yami said, confused.
"We still have to pack," Ryou said, holding out his hand.
"It takes five hours to pack?" Yami asked incredulously.
"No, it doesn't take five hours to pack, it takes five hours to get ready."
Yami was pulled out of the chair, hardly managing to grab his schoolbag. "How can it take five hours to get ready?"
Ryou only gave him a smile. He hadn't said getting ready for what…
/Cruise Ship/
Seto paced around back and forth across the deck of the ship, looking like a caged lion. He even felt ferocious like one, snapping at anyone that got too close. These past few days were frustrating since he couldn't find Yami. He had looked everywhere for him, even questioned that bastard, Bakura, but he hadn't gotten anything. Marik and Otogi didn't know where he was and when he asked Yami's friends, they didn't know anything either.
"Damn that bastard," he muttered, continuing his pacing.
He had kept a lookout for Yami, knowing that if the other valued his job, he would come as he was told. Checking and rechecking his watch every so often, he began getting more and more frustrated as six o'clock drew nearer.
When six o'clock arrived, with no sign of Yami, still, Seto was ready to kill someone. "Where the hell is he?!"
Then he heard the sound of a motor and turned to see Bakura's limousine pulling up to the docks. He watched as the chauffeur opened the door, and saw Bakura stepped out. That was no surprise at all, but as Seto was about to turn his back away from the limo, he saw Bakura turn back to the limo and help someone else.
Seto's eyes widened when he saw who came out of the limo. "What the fuck?!" That brought Marik and Otogi running to him.
"Hey, Kaiba, what the hell's wrong with you?" Otogi asked, before he saw who was walking next to Bakura. "No way…he came with Bakura? But I thought.."
Seto glared at Otogi, which shut the other up. Otogi knew better than to finish that sentence and infuriate Seto further.
"Damn, that little bastard." Turning on his heels, Seto made his way to the railing, staring at the pier. He could feel his body trembling slightly with anger and had his fists clenched at his sides. But he forced his hands to relax and instead, crossed them over his chest as he watched the two make their way up.
Yami could feel his heart beating faster and faster as he neared the cruise ship. He wasn't sure why he was feeling so nervous. Was it really because he knew that Seto was looking for him? He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Ryou smiling reassuringly. He took a deep breath to calm himself when he felt the limo slow and then stop.
Seeing the door open, he let Ryou go first, taking the time for one last breath before he stepped out. Once outside, he looked around, noticing that everyone was looking at him. He really hated all the attention that he attracted but feeling another comforting hand on his shoulder from Ryou, he put on an uncaring face and walked towards the gangway.
As he ascended the steps, he saw someone waiting for them at the top. Looking up, he saw the one person he had hoped to avoid, at least until later. "Kaiba," he murmured. He didn't like that murderous look in the other's eye but he wasn't going to let the other intimidate him. But before he could do or say anything, he saw Ryou step in front of him, staring Seto down.
"We're late," was all Ryou said before turning and helping Yami up to the deck, a hand on the other's back. Yami wasn't sure if this was something strictly for Seto or if Ryou had done that for another reason. Whatever the reason, he could tell that it affected Seto, which then made him question why Seto would care in the first place. He would have asked, but then he realized that he didn't really care. He couldn't care since it this was Seto he was talking about. Whatever the bastard felt didn't matter to him. Yami reminded himself about that fact and knew that he would need to keep reminding himself. But wasn't that something that came automatically?
"Where do you think you're going?" Seto asked, his voice icy enough to cause a shiver to run through the whole crowd.
"To the dining room," Ryou asked, pulling Yami closer to him. The distance was unnoticeable to anyone else except Seto. "We haven't eaten yet."
"You're not going anywhere."
Seto strode over to where Ryou and Yami stood before he grabbed Yami's arm and yanked him away. "We're talking. NOW."
Yami bristled at the way Seto yanked on his arm and he tried to take his arm back. "Let go!"
Seto only tightened his hold, causing the smaller teen to wince. "No." He pulled Yami away from Ryou but before he got too far, he felt himself being jerked backwards.
"He's not going with you."
Seto didn't need to turn around to know who was the one tugging on Yami's other arm. "Let go, Bakura."
"No."
Seto's eyes narrowed. "Let. Go."
Ryou remained unfazed. "He's not going with you," he repeated, more firmly this time.
"I guess I should ask you why not," Seto said sarcastically, giving Yami's arm a rough yank, causing Ryou to let go and earning him a glare from the smaller teen but of course, it went unnoticed. He started walking away again.
"He has yet to see our room," Ryou said, a smile spreading across his features. The silence that followed was deafening.
Author's Note: Ah well, now it's the end of the chapter. Hopefully everyone enjoyed that bit of writing after a whole year off. Please let me know how it was!
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