*Bishiehuggler is sitting the darkness, with a little spotlight around her and snow falling* *sniffle, sniff* Why hast God forsaken thee? *turns up to the sky* If there was a God, He'd give me some inspiration for Angel's Blood!*sigh* On a lighter note, it's 9-2 for Kaiba/Jou. ^_^ Don't fret, Mai/Jou fans! I'll be putting some fluff for them to make Kaiba jealous first!
Noah: Why the hell'd I be jealous of Mai?!
Not you, S-E-T-O K-A-I-B-A!
Noah: Oh.
*ignores* Hey, lots of you wanted to know some history on Bakura, Ryou and Malik and although I can't give you exactly what you wanted, this chapter has wholesome flashbacky goodness where Ryou meets Bakura! ^__^ Too bad it's short, -___-;;; There really is no God.
???: Oh yeah?! *A million little brown pieces of paper land in a pile on top of Bishiehuggler*
*gasps* Second Cup Club Cards! And all the little holes are punched in! FREE COFFEE! I LOVE CHRISTIANITY! YAAAAAAAAH! MWAHAHAHAHA!
There is Hope
By: Bishiehuggler
Chapter 5: Flashbacks! Wai!
The waiting room was bare and sterile, with a few chairs situated along the walls, a small coffee table in the center of the room and the secretary's desk at one side. It gave 14-year-old Ryou a dreaded, clausterphobic anxiety as he shuffled across the plain grey carpeting. His older sister dropped his hand and motioned for him to sit on one of the plush red chairs. He complied and the small, frail secretary ushered in the boy's father and his sister, leaving him alone outside the office. Ryou collapsed into the chair closest to the door, planning on eavesdropping on the conversation, but all he could hear were muted whipers. He pressed his ear to the cool, oak door and furrowed his brow in concentration.
'I should be in there.' Ryou thought. 'It's my problem, too.' He was very disappointed when his Final Session Card arrived in the mail two days ago. When you were second best in the Spellcastor's Rankings, you just didn't get the worst Field Teacher on call. That wasn't supposed to happen. A few years ago he would have jumped at the chance to learn about spell effects and fight the creatures of the dark paired up with this one, but a few years could make a lot of difference. Especially if the teacher you're assigned to dropped forty places in the national rankings over two months.
The door from the hall opened and closed with a click, startling Ryou and making him look up. There stood a well built young man, looking straight at him with determined red eyes. They both gaped and pointed at each other, because they had so many similarities it was shocking. The only difference was that Ryou was smaller, scrawnier and more disproportioned than the other. For that he was labeled a clutz at the academy and was often picked on. The stranger in front of him was more well built and Ryou could almost picture the well toned muscles under his mint green shirt. Glancing up at his face, he saw the mop of unruly white locks contrasted greatly to his own neatly combed ones, framing the other's face in a messy fashion, almost making him look sinister.
"A-ano..." Ryou stuttered from the uncomfortable silence. "Ohayo gozaimasu." The stranger nodded his head and turned his back to the little witch and walked to the corner of the room sitting himself in a chair near the corner of the room. Ryou turned back to eavesdropping, while berating himself to not think about how nice the guy's ass looked. He stil could barely hear, and now he felt that a pair of eyes were set upon him.
"It's not nice to spy." someone whispered into his ear, making him squeak in surprise. He looked behind him to see the guy with the hot ass-I mean-the stranger sitting in the next chair over.
"How-"
"Teleportation spell," the young man answered quickly. "You should be learning it in a few years."
The little witch huffed and a large sweatdrop rolled down the back of the stranger's head. "No, I'm going for an exam on that in a week's time."
"Short for fourteen?"
"You don't need to rub it in."
He chuckled a little, allowing Ryou to blush at the smile. "I was real small for my age, too. Even worse, my arms grew to full size before my legs, so everyone teased me. My nickname was The Gorilla."
It was Ryou's turn to laugh and sweatdrop, making the man pout playfully. "Hey, I didn't look that bad." He decided to change the subject to avoid further abuse. "What're you in here for?" The boy silently hand over the Final Session Card and pointed to the top. "Teacher for field training: Bakura." He handed the card back. "What's so bad about Bakura?"
Ryou nearly choked on his own spit. "How could you not think he's bad?! You know he's been bitten by a werewolf, ne?" The young man nodded and muttered something dripping with sarcasm about everyone knowing it. "Well, if you want the best of a long list of reasons, he's DANGEROUS."
"He chains himself up on the full moon and drinks a concotion that slows the process down." Ryou raised an eyebrow and the young man started to laugh suspiciously. "Ehehe...I know him...He's a friend!" The little witch looked to interrogate, but decided to to drop it.
"Fine. But it's still besides the point." Ryou crossed his arms and set his jaw stubbornly.
"Give me another reason," the young man said, glaring at the wall. "Why do you hate him so much?"
Ryou frowned at that. "I don't hate him, he's just-"
"A freak."
"No!" Ryou jumped out of his chair, "No one's a freak! Well, not in my opinion. he's just-" A loud, shrill voice that the little witch identified as his sister's cut right through the oak door when yelling something close to 'he's gay.' "See, she's right. He is gay, isn't he? I don't want to become one of them!" he said, shivering, even though a small part of his brain kept nagging, 'too late.'
The other clenched his teeth and leaned against Ryou, resting his left leg on his right knee. "Who the hell'd find you attractive, anyway?" Ryou jumped up with a growl and tried to smack him playfully, but the stranger used the teleportation spell to bring him across the room, to the secretary's desk, which was unoccupied as the woman was listening in on the conversation. He placed a folder on the desk and walked out of the office, making Ryou wonder if he was purposly wiggling his hips slightly or just walked that sexily all the time. Then berated himself for it again.
"Hey, wait!" the little witch called out to the stranger who was about to press the down button on the elevator. "C-could-" he blushed furiously for such a simple question. "What's Bakura like?"
"Not who you expect." was the curt reply. Ryou wondered if he had offended the other, for he seemed more bitter than he should be over a friend. He walked into the small elevator and Ryou stepped in front the doors, preventing them from closing, jaw set again to prove a point. "Stubborn little thing aren't you?"
"Hai."
The other smirked, taking pride that the boy was so full of determination. "Well..." He trailed off and Ryou gave him an impatient look. "First of all, he's a very good lier." Ryou was about to question why that was so important when a man's deep voice called out, ending their little session.
"Ryou-kun!" It was most likely his father. The white-haired teen sighed in frustration, said his good-byes and stomped into the office. His father had a look of exhaustion and anger plastered on his pale face, but smiled ruefully when his son entered. "Ryou-kun, I'm sorry." The said boy knew exactly what was coming, so he put a hand on his father's arm and smiled, trying to get his poor father to relax.
"Daijoubu, otou-san. I'll be fine with this pairing if nothing else can come up." They both turned when Ryou's sister tapped on their shoulders. She pointed to where the Director of the academy was speaking to someone on the intercom.
"He's paging Bakura right now. Says he wants you to meet him so you can get your own opinion." Ryou gritted his teeth at that, wondering about Bakura's friend and what things he had said. He sat himself down on one of the chairs, his father and sister joining him. "You be careful." his sister pleaded. Ryou now wondered if she was being a little overprotective. The door opened and Ryou turned to see the stranger he had just talked to, huffing and a bit miffed as he sat in the chair across from him.
"What are you doing back here?" Ryou asked with innocent eyes. His father nodded politely but his sister turned back to him, asking him what he meant. The other decided to answer him with a wide, cheeky smirk. He pointed to the Director.
"That idiot just paged me, so I had to run all the way up the steps 'cause the elevator just left and-"
"NANI?!" was the extremely polite, restrained reply. [AN: Note my sarcasm.] Ryou got up and strode over to the stranger. "Are you trying to tell me you-"
"My, my. You catch on quickly, ne? I like that in a student." Ryou puffed up his cheeks and Bakura couldn't help noticing that under all that prepubescent scrawnyness, the boy was quite cute. "I told you Bakura liked to lie." Quiet giggles made him raise an eyebrow. Bakura expected the boy to be angry, like everyone else. Since he was bitten, every person he associated with decided he wasn't worth their time, including his friends. Being bitten by a werewolf was more a disgrace than anyone had let on.
Ryou muffled the laughter, then smiled ruefully. "You lie to keep from getting hurt." Bakura nodded slowly, a bit shocked that he knew. "It's written all over your face." The little witch turned to his sister and father and smiled innocently saying, "I like him." He smiled back at Bakura and the older witch blushed in embarassment, but shook his new student's hand, in a confirming and reassuring gesture. The little witch gasped seeing something above the other's hand. The shirt's sleeve had ridden up just enough to show the tiniest bit of white cloth bandage. Bakura grabbed his sleeve and covered it muttering "That's my bite."
"Could I see it?" Bakura gaped, but closed his mouth and quietly stretched his arm out, rolling up the sleeve again.
"It's not a pretty sight."
"I know." Was the short reply. Bakura stared at Ryou, hoping to whatever gods were out there that he wouldn't be as disgusted as all the rest. Each tightly wrapped layer fell off and the little witch nearly fainted seeing the wound. His father covered his mouth and his sister hit the floor with a muffled 'thump.' There was the result of a routine detainment mission gone seriously wrong, where the werewolf that Bakura was isolating had an immunity to the sleeping spell he had used and bit him, not cleanly either. There were long, jagged red lines of lacerated flesh stretching across his forearm widthwise. Some places were missing chunks of flesh altogether. Ryou ran his fingertips along the scar, getting a feral growl from Bakura, but ignoring it. He looked up at his teacher with pained eyes and said, "I'm sorry." Then he smiled his brightest, "I still think you'd be a great teacher."
Bakura smiled, liking this boy a little more than he thought he would. "Thank you for not judging me like everyone else," he paused looking over Ryou's shoulder. "Ano..."
"Onee-sama!" Ryou cried upon seeing his unconcious sister. Bakura sighed. He was pretty sure that this was just the beginning of chaos.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *breathes* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! COOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! *holds up a pile of empty styrofoam cups* WWWUUUHHHHHOOO! ^_^_^________________^_^_^_^ R&R AND SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER! I'LL SEE IF I CAN UPDATE ANGEL'S BLOOD SOON! JAAA NEEE! *runs off*
Noah: -_-;;; There really is no God for me...Oh, and you'll get a prize for (1) guessing what creature Mai'll be and (2) guessing why Yami is so different from everyone else. *holds up hand* Ja.
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYOOOOOOO! NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH-CHAAAAAAAN! C'MERE! *grabs Noah and huggles him*
Noah: -_-;;; I've learned to tolerate this.
Noah: Why the hell'd I be jealous of Mai?!
Not you, S-E-T-O K-A-I-B-A!
Noah: Oh.
*ignores* Hey, lots of you wanted to know some history on Bakura, Ryou and Malik and although I can't give you exactly what you wanted, this chapter has wholesome flashbacky goodness where Ryou meets Bakura! ^__^ Too bad it's short, -___-;;; There really is no God.
???: Oh yeah?! *A million little brown pieces of paper land in a pile on top of Bishiehuggler*
*gasps* Second Cup Club Cards! And all the little holes are punched in! FREE COFFEE! I LOVE CHRISTIANITY! YAAAAAAAAH! MWAHAHAHAHA!
There is Hope
By: Bishiehuggler
Chapter 5: Flashbacks! Wai!
The waiting room was bare and sterile, with a few chairs situated along the walls, a small coffee table in the center of the room and the secretary's desk at one side. It gave 14-year-old Ryou a dreaded, clausterphobic anxiety as he shuffled across the plain grey carpeting. His older sister dropped his hand and motioned for him to sit on one of the plush red chairs. He complied and the small, frail secretary ushered in the boy's father and his sister, leaving him alone outside the office. Ryou collapsed into the chair closest to the door, planning on eavesdropping on the conversation, but all he could hear were muted whipers. He pressed his ear to the cool, oak door and furrowed his brow in concentration.
'I should be in there.' Ryou thought. 'It's my problem, too.' He was very disappointed when his Final Session Card arrived in the mail two days ago. When you were second best in the Spellcastor's Rankings, you just didn't get the worst Field Teacher on call. That wasn't supposed to happen. A few years ago he would have jumped at the chance to learn about spell effects and fight the creatures of the dark paired up with this one, but a few years could make a lot of difference. Especially if the teacher you're assigned to dropped forty places in the national rankings over two months.
The door from the hall opened and closed with a click, startling Ryou and making him look up. There stood a well built young man, looking straight at him with determined red eyes. They both gaped and pointed at each other, because they had so many similarities it was shocking. The only difference was that Ryou was smaller, scrawnier and more disproportioned than the other. For that he was labeled a clutz at the academy and was often picked on. The stranger in front of him was more well built and Ryou could almost picture the well toned muscles under his mint green shirt. Glancing up at his face, he saw the mop of unruly white locks contrasted greatly to his own neatly combed ones, framing the other's face in a messy fashion, almost making him look sinister.
"A-ano..." Ryou stuttered from the uncomfortable silence. "Ohayo gozaimasu." The stranger nodded his head and turned his back to the little witch and walked to the corner of the room sitting himself in a chair near the corner of the room. Ryou turned back to eavesdropping, while berating himself to not think about how nice the guy's ass looked. He stil could barely hear, and now he felt that a pair of eyes were set upon him.
"It's not nice to spy." someone whispered into his ear, making him squeak in surprise. He looked behind him to see the guy with the hot ass-I mean-the stranger sitting in the next chair over.
"How-"
"Teleportation spell," the young man answered quickly. "You should be learning it in a few years."
The little witch huffed and a large sweatdrop rolled down the back of the stranger's head. "No, I'm going for an exam on that in a week's time."
"Short for fourteen?"
"You don't need to rub it in."
He chuckled a little, allowing Ryou to blush at the smile. "I was real small for my age, too. Even worse, my arms grew to full size before my legs, so everyone teased me. My nickname was The Gorilla."
It was Ryou's turn to laugh and sweatdrop, making the man pout playfully. "Hey, I didn't look that bad." He decided to change the subject to avoid further abuse. "What're you in here for?" The boy silently hand over the Final Session Card and pointed to the top. "Teacher for field training: Bakura." He handed the card back. "What's so bad about Bakura?"
Ryou nearly choked on his own spit. "How could you not think he's bad?! You know he's been bitten by a werewolf, ne?" The young man nodded and muttered something dripping with sarcasm about everyone knowing it. "Well, if you want the best of a long list of reasons, he's DANGEROUS."
"He chains himself up on the full moon and drinks a concotion that slows the process down." Ryou raised an eyebrow and the young man started to laugh suspiciously. "Ehehe...I know him...He's a friend!" The little witch looked to interrogate, but decided to to drop it.
"Fine. But it's still besides the point." Ryou crossed his arms and set his jaw stubbornly.
"Give me another reason," the young man said, glaring at the wall. "Why do you hate him so much?"
Ryou frowned at that. "I don't hate him, he's just-"
"A freak."
"No!" Ryou jumped out of his chair, "No one's a freak! Well, not in my opinion. he's just-" A loud, shrill voice that the little witch identified as his sister's cut right through the oak door when yelling something close to 'he's gay.' "See, she's right. He is gay, isn't he? I don't want to become one of them!" he said, shivering, even though a small part of his brain kept nagging, 'too late.'
The other clenched his teeth and leaned against Ryou, resting his left leg on his right knee. "Who the hell'd find you attractive, anyway?" Ryou jumped up with a growl and tried to smack him playfully, but the stranger used the teleportation spell to bring him across the room, to the secretary's desk, which was unoccupied as the woman was listening in on the conversation. He placed a folder on the desk and walked out of the office, making Ryou wonder if he was purposly wiggling his hips slightly or just walked that sexily all the time. Then berated himself for it again.
"Hey, wait!" the little witch called out to the stranger who was about to press the down button on the elevator. "C-could-" he blushed furiously for such a simple question. "What's Bakura like?"
"Not who you expect." was the curt reply. Ryou wondered if he had offended the other, for he seemed more bitter than he should be over a friend. He walked into the small elevator and Ryou stepped in front the doors, preventing them from closing, jaw set again to prove a point. "Stubborn little thing aren't you?"
"Hai."
The other smirked, taking pride that the boy was so full of determination. "Well..." He trailed off and Ryou gave him an impatient look. "First of all, he's a very good lier." Ryou was about to question why that was so important when a man's deep voice called out, ending their little session.
"Ryou-kun!" It was most likely his father. The white-haired teen sighed in frustration, said his good-byes and stomped into the office. His father had a look of exhaustion and anger plastered on his pale face, but smiled ruefully when his son entered. "Ryou-kun, I'm sorry." The said boy knew exactly what was coming, so he put a hand on his father's arm and smiled, trying to get his poor father to relax.
"Daijoubu, otou-san. I'll be fine with this pairing if nothing else can come up." They both turned when Ryou's sister tapped on their shoulders. She pointed to where the Director of the academy was speaking to someone on the intercom.
"He's paging Bakura right now. Says he wants you to meet him so you can get your own opinion." Ryou gritted his teeth at that, wondering about Bakura's friend and what things he had said. He sat himself down on one of the chairs, his father and sister joining him. "You be careful." his sister pleaded. Ryou now wondered if she was being a little overprotective. The door opened and Ryou turned to see the stranger he had just talked to, huffing and a bit miffed as he sat in the chair across from him.
"What are you doing back here?" Ryou asked with innocent eyes. His father nodded politely but his sister turned back to him, asking him what he meant. The other decided to answer him with a wide, cheeky smirk. He pointed to the Director.
"That idiot just paged me, so I had to run all the way up the steps 'cause the elevator just left and-"
"NANI?!" was the extremely polite, restrained reply. [AN: Note my sarcasm.] Ryou got up and strode over to the stranger. "Are you trying to tell me you-"
"My, my. You catch on quickly, ne? I like that in a student." Ryou puffed up his cheeks and Bakura couldn't help noticing that under all that prepubescent scrawnyness, the boy was quite cute. "I told you Bakura liked to lie." Quiet giggles made him raise an eyebrow. Bakura expected the boy to be angry, like everyone else. Since he was bitten, every person he associated with decided he wasn't worth their time, including his friends. Being bitten by a werewolf was more a disgrace than anyone had let on.
Ryou muffled the laughter, then smiled ruefully. "You lie to keep from getting hurt." Bakura nodded slowly, a bit shocked that he knew. "It's written all over your face." The little witch turned to his sister and father and smiled innocently saying, "I like him." He smiled back at Bakura and the older witch blushed in embarassment, but shook his new student's hand, in a confirming and reassuring gesture. The little witch gasped seeing something above the other's hand. The shirt's sleeve had ridden up just enough to show the tiniest bit of white cloth bandage. Bakura grabbed his sleeve and covered it muttering "That's my bite."
"Could I see it?" Bakura gaped, but closed his mouth and quietly stretched his arm out, rolling up the sleeve again.
"It's not a pretty sight."
"I know." Was the short reply. Bakura stared at Ryou, hoping to whatever gods were out there that he wouldn't be as disgusted as all the rest. Each tightly wrapped layer fell off and the little witch nearly fainted seeing the wound. His father covered his mouth and his sister hit the floor with a muffled 'thump.' There was the result of a routine detainment mission gone seriously wrong, where the werewolf that Bakura was isolating had an immunity to the sleeping spell he had used and bit him, not cleanly either. There were long, jagged red lines of lacerated flesh stretching across his forearm widthwise. Some places were missing chunks of flesh altogether. Ryou ran his fingertips along the scar, getting a feral growl from Bakura, but ignoring it. He looked up at his teacher with pained eyes and said, "I'm sorry." Then he smiled his brightest, "I still think you'd be a great teacher."
Bakura smiled, liking this boy a little more than he thought he would. "Thank you for not judging me like everyone else," he paused looking over Ryou's shoulder. "Ano..."
"Onee-sama!" Ryou cried upon seeing his unconcious sister. Bakura sighed. He was pretty sure that this was just the beginning of chaos.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *breathes* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! COOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! *holds up a pile of empty styrofoam cups* WWWUUUHHHHHOOO! ^_^_^________________^_^_^_^ R&R AND SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER! I'LL SEE IF I CAN UPDATE ANGEL'S BLOOD SOON! JAAA NEEE! *runs off*
Noah: -_-;;; There really is no God for me...Oh, and you'll get a prize for (1) guessing what creature Mai'll be and (2) guessing why Yami is so different from everyone else. *holds up hand* Ja.
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYOOOOOOO! NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH-CHAAAAAAAN! C'MERE! *grabs Noah and huggles him*
Noah: -_-;;; I've learned to tolerate this.