Title: Valentine's Curse
Author: Akemi
Rating: PG-13, may be R later
Pairings: RyouxBakura
excuse my grammatical/spelling errors
Summary: Ryou's lonely and he wants Bakura but how can he achieve that if Bakura's interests are soley for Yami Malik? Told in POV
Warnings: Boy x Boy love. Character Deaths.
VALENTINE'S CURSE
Chapter 1: Ryou's POV
Noone knows just how lonely you are until after you do something horrendous. Take for instance, mentioning very subtly that you had considered suicide. You don't realise until its too late that those people you thought wouldn't get the hint, do. Even if the hint was so obtuse, they were able to figure the subliminal of it. This happened to me, just a week ago which would have been February 2nd. I was with Yugi and his friends, like usual, at the Arcade. We were shooting pool (I wasn't, I abhor the game) and Joey and Honda got to jesting. All I heard were my yami and Yami Malik's name in one sentence. By then, I put two in two together.
Bakura (Its strange to call him that) has been dissappearing. His soul room would be empty and our link would be closed. I used to think that it was just those dark moods he dropped into once every few weeks. About a month ago, he would leave for a few days and when he returned he was a complete prat. He either yelled at me or ignored me as if I didn't exist. I tried to speak with him to learn what had been keeping him out at nights but he would say it was his own damn business and for me to fuck off. Typical behavior. However, there was always something haunted about my yami, as if he were a deer being hunted. That had vanished and there was a glow about him, almost like he had found happiness. But with who? I used to wonder that a lot. It certainly wasn't me. He could barely stand to be in the same room with me.
I dont think I was supposed to know about Bakura and Malik because the second after Joey let it slip that Bakura was sleeping with Malik, they all went real quiet and darted Joey glares. I didnt let them see how much the news upset me. Then I made the mistake to of murmuring to myself, that Bakura would be happier without me to muddle in his affairs. Since the bombshell was dropped, the six of them hushed and regarded me with shock bordering on fear. I hastily reassured them that I was only joking but I know they didnt believe me. There's a reason their each treating me with kid gloves. Their attentive and never exclude me from their plans. Its endearing but its also suffocating.
So, a few days after the Incident as I have named it, Bakura announced he was moving in with Malik, Isis, and Marik. I shrugged and waited for him to leave before I let loose my tears. How could the one I loved have turned his back on me? Wasn't he supposed to be my other half? My soulmate? Thats a load of codswallop. I had hoped and even prayed that Bakura would love me the minute we first met. I'd never before experienced love and now I wish I never had. It hurts, it aches and most of all it mocks. I've been alone, never cared for anyone but my yami. Sure, I've expiremented with both girls and boys but I never let them take my virginity. I want Bakura to take it. He's already taken my first kiss.
Surprised by that? I was when it happened. I was 13. Bakura was older than me, not in body but in mind. He'd seen it all and done it all. Not a shocker there. Most Egyptian tomb raiders had sexual partners in the double digits. Bakura explained he wanted noone else to take my first kiss, that it was his to give. Of course I agreed exaltedly. I was getting a kiss from my crush. How I wish he'd never have kissed me. It was on Valentine's Day, not that he knew, but it still made it all the more special. It was when I knew that my feelings had gone past a crush to full blown love. Could you have imagined the anger Bakura would have felt had he known? Bakura would always sermonize me that love is for weak fools. No point giving him more ammunition to taunt me with.
Since Bakura's confession, I've distanced myself from my friends. I'm not going to drag them down with me. The only one who understands me is Marik. He too wants his yami's love. Isn't it ironic that Malik and Bakura fell for each other while their hikari's are pining away for them? Yet I can't talk to Marik about this. Everyone sees me as the innocent, naive one. Noone knows the truth. I'm far from innocent. Ah, but let them keep their delusions.
I close my history textbook, shoving it in my bag. I haven't spoken with Bakura since he moved. Not that he would talk to me anyway. He's too busy with Malik. Mariks says they rarely part. I wonder if they were lovers in Egypt? That would explain a lot. I rise, yawning. Its nearly midnight. I just can't find solace in sleep like I used to. Whenever I do, I dream of Bakura and usually wake up crying. Dad hasn't been home to keep my company so I'm pretty much on my own. Less than a week and its Valentine's Day. Whoop-ee. While the other students are recieving the cards, letters and gifts I'll be thinking of nothing else than Bakura.
Its not as if I wont get my fair share of things from admirers. Lots of girls like of crushes on me. I'm the cute, silent, brainy type that they all want to corrupt or either they want to hug until I have no air left to breathe. I'm mousy looking. Shorter than average, though not anywhere near Yugi's height, with unique silver-white hair, and huge brown eyes that have been described as 'melted pools of chocolate.' I'm not muscular nor am I all bones. I'm slender and effiminate. I suppose thats the reason I'm considered gay. I'm actually bisexual. I figured it out that I liked other boys when I saw my yami naked. There's even a couple of boys who like me but they just want to get in my pants. No big deal there.
With my mind wandering like a rabbit in a maze, I won't be getting any sleep tonight. Again. I turn the light in my room off and pad downstairs. Its amazing how eerie the house is at night. There's no sounds like normal people have at midnight. Most people have fishtanks on, or a dog barking, a cat slinking around, or even mice. Televisions are usually left on by people who fall asleep. Parents are awake, paying the last of their bills. Of course, those are normal families. My mother took my brother and went to England to live. I haven't seen either since I was a little kid. Dad's an archaeolgist and he's always gone. I used to have Bakura to keep me distracted but not anymore.
I take the milk from the fridge and pour myself a glass. With a plate of homemade cookies, I sit at the table. If I dont watch it, I'm going to gain wieght. I've been eating cookies and milk for the past three weeks straight. I want to sleep but it eludes me. Its not like anyone notices that my skin is paler or that my eyes are unfocused. Those are things you just dont notice about someone. I wish Dad would come home. This quiet is getting to me. It leaves me too much time to think. I glance at the clock. 12:32. I could take a walk. I wouldn't have to see anyone I know and it might make me tired enough to fall asleep when I get home.
Deciding that I should go for a walk, I grab my coat and slip outside. The chill winter air hits me but its a welcome rush. Only a few people are out loitering at this time of night. The bored, lonely, or just plain scary. I pull my hood over my face. Being stared at like a piece of meat isn't a welcome thought. I used to hate the night. I used to be scared of it. Not anymore. I find myself related to the night; nobody understands it. Most people think the night is bad and that its evil, that is the nighttime when people are raped, murdered, and robbed. It does provide ample time to do so but for us nightwalkers, its a time a peace and tranquility.
I pass a store with Valentine gifts in its window. The day of love. What a joke. I hate love. I hate that its ridiculed me. I hate that my love is with someone unaccessible and who is probably fucking Malik as I think about him. Just the mere thought of those two makes me wince. Malik is beautiful, I'll give him that much. He's exotic with blonde hair that clashes with his naturally bronzed skin and those violet eyes. I hate him for taking Bakura from me. I could never compete with Malik! I'm nowhere near his level as a sex god. My apperance is unique, thats why I'm liked. Malik is sex personified and he knows it. He knows he's perfect.
I shouldn't be blaming Malik for this. He's as blind as Bakura is to my affections; just as he doesnt see his own hikari's love for him. Resenting and blaming this all on Malik is much easier than loathing myself. I round the corner to the little cafe that stays open twenty four hours. I go inside and sit at a table, head in my hands as I wait for someone to take my order. I feel a hand on my shoulder and immediately shrug it aside.
"What crawled up your ass?" Marik askes me, his voice sneering yet that caring twinkle is present in his eyes. I roll my eyes. "Ah, couldnt sleep again. Me either. I got hungry and I thought I'd find you here."
"You wanted to find me? Why?"
"Uh....," Marik turns several shades of red. Marik and Bakura must be fucking. "I'm sorry," he apologizes. Doesnt he know that none of this is his fault? Marik as much of the victim as I am.
"Its okay. Do you want to come back to my house?"
"Yeah..I'd like that. I dont think I can be alone right now." I catch the hidden meaning. So he doesnt kill himself. God, has love really brought us both down this much? I sling my arm across his shoulders, gently squeezing. He sighs, arm wrapping around my waist as we walk from the cafe. I wont let Marik go through this alone and nor will he let me. We only have each other. Our families and friends dont understand but we understand each other. We made a promise years ago that so long as one of us alive, the other will stay alive too. I only hope this whole ordeal with our yamis doesnt destroy our souls.
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ANGSTY!! Sorry. hee hee. Good? Bad? -_-
Author: Akemi
Rating: PG-13, may be R later
Pairings: RyouxBakura
excuse my grammatical/spelling errors
Summary: Ryou's lonely and he wants Bakura but how can he achieve that if Bakura's interests are soley for Yami Malik? Told in POV
Warnings: Boy x Boy love. Character Deaths.
VALENTINE'S CURSE
Chapter 1: Ryou's POV
Noone knows just how lonely you are until after you do something horrendous. Take for instance, mentioning very subtly that you had considered suicide. You don't realise until its too late that those people you thought wouldn't get the hint, do. Even if the hint was so obtuse, they were able to figure the subliminal of it. This happened to me, just a week ago which would have been February 2nd. I was with Yugi and his friends, like usual, at the Arcade. We were shooting pool (I wasn't, I abhor the game) and Joey and Honda got to jesting. All I heard were my yami and Yami Malik's name in one sentence. By then, I put two in two together.
Bakura (Its strange to call him that) has been dissappearing. His soul room would be empty and our link would be closed. I used to think that it was just those dark moods he dropped into once every few weeks. About a month ago, he would leave for a few days and when he returned he was a complete prat. He either yelled at me or ignored me as if I didn't exist. I tried to speak with him to learn what had been keeping him out at nights but he would say it was his own damn business and for me to fuck off. Typical behavior. However, there was always something haunted about my yami, as if he were a deer being hunted. That had vanished and there was a glow about him, almost like he had found happiness. But with who? I used to wonder that a lot. It certainly wasn't me. He could barely stand to be in the same room with me.
I dont think I was supposed to know about Bakura and Malik because the second after Joey let it slip that Bakura was sleeping with Malik, they all went real quiet and darted Joey glares. I didnt let them see how much the news upset me. Then I made the mistake to of murmuring to myself, that Bakura would be happier without me to muddle in his affairs. Since the bombshell was dropped, the six of them hushed and regarded me with shock bordering on fear. I hastily reassured them that I was only joking but I know they didnt believe me. There's a reason their each treating me with kid gloves. Their attentive and never exclude me from their plans. Its endearing but its also suffocating.
So, a few days after the Incident as I have named it, Bakura announced he was moving in with Malik, Isis, and Marik. I shrugged and waited for him to leave before I let loose my tears. How could the one I loved have turned his back on me? Wasn't he supposed to be my other half? My soulmate? Thats a load of codswallop. I had hoped and even prayed that Bakura would love me the minute we first met. I'd never before experienced love and now I wish I never had. It hurts, it aches and most of all it mocks. I've been alone, never cared for anyone but my yami. Sure, I've expiremented with both girls and boys but I never let them take my virginity. I want Bakura to take it. He's already taken my first kiss.
Surprised by that? I was when it happened. I was 13. Bakura was older than me, not in body but in mind. He'd seen it all and done it all. Not a shocker there. Most Egyptian tomb raiders had sexual partners in the double digits. Bakura explained he wanted noone else to take my first kiss, that it was his to give. Of course I agreed exaltedly. I was getting a kiss from my crush. How I wish he'd never have kissed me. It was on Valentine's Day, not that he knew, but it still made it all the more special. It was when I knew that my feelings had gone past a crush to full blown love. Could you have imagined the anger Bakura would have felt had he known? Bakura would always sermonize me that love is for weak fools. No point giving him more ammunition to taunt me with.
Since Bakura's confession, I've distanced myself from my friends. I'm not going to drag them down with me. The only one who understands me is Marik. He too wants his yami's love. Isn't it ironic that Malik and Bakura fell for each other while their hikari's are pining away for them? Yet I can't talk to Marik about this. Everyone sees me as the innocent, naive one. Noone knows the truth. I'm far from innocent. Ah, but let them keep their delusions.
I close my history textbook, shoving it in my bag. I haven't spoken with Bakura since he moved. Not that he would talk to me anyway. He's too busy with Malik. Mariks says they rarely part. I wonder if they were lovers in Egypt? That would explain a lot. I rise, yawning. Its nearly midnight. I just can't find solace in sleep like I used to. Whenever I do, I dream of Bakura and usually wake up crying. Dad hasn't been home to keep my company so I'm pretty much on my own. Less than a week and its Valentine's Day. Whoop-ee. While the other students are recieving the cards, letters and gifts I'll be thinking of nothing else than Bakura.
Its not as if I wont get my fair share of things from admirers. Lots of girls like of crushes on me. I'm the cute, silent, brainy type that they all want to corrupt or either they want to hug until I have no air left to breathe. I'm mousy looking. Shorter than average, though not anywhere near Yugi's height, with unique silver-white hair, and huge brown eyes that have been described as 'melted pools of chocolate.' I'm not muscular nor am I all bones. I'm slender and effiminate. I suppose thats the reason I'm considered gay. I'm actually bisexual. I figured it out that I liked other boys when I saw my yami naked. There's even a couple of boys who like me but they just want to get in my pants. No big deal there.
With my mind wandering like a rabbit in a maze, I won't be getting any sleep tonight. Again. I turn the light in my room off and pad downstairs. Its amazing how eerie the house is at night. There's no sounds like normal people have at midnight. Most people have fishtanks on, or a dog barking, a cat slinking around, or even mice. Televisions are usually left on by people who fall asleep. Parents are awake, paying the last of their bills. Of course, those are normal families. My mother took my brother and went to England to live. I haven't seen either since I was a little kid. Dad's an archaeolgist and he's always gone. I used to have Bakura to keep me distracted but not anymore.
I take the milk from the fridge and pour myself a glass. With a plate of homemade cookies, I sit at the table. If I dont watch it, I'm going to gain wieght. I've been eating cookies and milk for the past three weeks straight. I want to sleep but it eludes me. Its not like anyone notices that my skin is paler or that my eyes are unfocused. Those are things you just dont notice about someone. I wish Dad would come home. This quiet is getting to me. It leaves me too much time to think. I glance at the clock. 12:32. I could take a walk. I wouldn't have to see anyone I know and it might make me tired enough to fall asleep when I get home.
Deciding that I should go for a walk, I grab my coat and slip outside. The chill winter air hits me but its a welcome rush. Only a few people are out loitering at this time of night. The bored, lonely, or just plain scary. I pull my hood over my face. Being stared at like a piece of meat isn't a welcome thought. I used to hate the night. I used to be scared of it. Not anymore. I find myself related to the night; nobody understands it. Most people think the night is bad and that its evil, that is the nighttime when people are raped, murdered, and robbed. It does provide ample time to do so but for us nightwalkers, its a time a peace and tranquility.
I pass a store with Valentine gifts in its window. The day of love. What a joke. I hate love. I hate that its ridiculed me. I hate that my love is with someone unaccessible and who is probably fucking Malik as I think about him. Just the mere thought of those two makes me wince. Malik is beautiful, I'll give him that much. He's exotic with blonde hair that clashes with his naturally bronzed skin and those violet eyes. I hate him for taking Bakura from me. I could never compete with Malik! I'm nowhere near his level as a sex god. My apperance is unique, thats why I'm liked. Malik is sex personified and he knows it. He knows he's perfect.
I shouldn't be blaming Malik for this. He's as blind as Bakura is to my affections; just as he doesnt see his own hikari's love for him. Resenting and blaming this all on Malik is much easier than loathing myself. I round the corner to the little cafe that stays open twenty four hours. I go inside and sit at a table, head in my hands as I wait for someone to take my order. I feel a hand on my shoulder and immediately shrug it aside.
"What crawled up your ass?" Marik askes me, his voice sneering yet that caring twinkle is present in his eyes. I roll my eyes. "Ah, couldnt sleep again. Me either. I got hungry and I thought I'd find you here."
"You wanted to find me? Why?"
"Uh....," Marik turns several shades of red. Marik and Bakura must be fucking. "I'm sorry," he apologizes. Doesnt he know that none of this is his fault? Marik as much of the victim as I am.
"Its okay. Do you want to come back to my house?"
"Yeah..I'd like that. I dont think I can be alone right now." I catch the hidden meaning. So he doesnt kill himself. God, has love really brought us both down this much? I sling my arm across his shoulders, gently squeezing. He sighs, arm wrapping around my waist as we walk from the cafe. I wont let Marik go through this alone and nor will he let me. We only have each other. Our families and friends dont understand but we understand each other. We made a promise years ago that so long as one of us alive, the other will stay alive too. I only hope this whole ordeal with our yamis doesnt destroy our souls.
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ANGSTY!! Sorry. hee hee. Good? Bad? -_-