Koimonogatari
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai, angst. If you don't know what that means, you are strongly advised to leave. All flames will be publicly ridiculed at your expense.
Disclaimer - I don't own YGO, Kazuki Takahashi does. All hail Takahashi-sensei.
Chapter 2
Ukime
ukime - a bitter experience, misery, distress
Ryou felt better when he sat down across from Honda in the cafeteria; he'd been feeling a little weak when he'd walked to lunch. Jounouchi and Yugi were engaged in an absorbing duel and barely noticed him. "I activate the magic card Last Will," Yugi was saying, "which allows me to summon a monster with an attack of 1500 or less to the field when one of my monsters is sent to the Graveyard." Jou groaned as Yugi continued, "...I'll summon Mystical Elf in attack mode and set this card face down on the field."
"Mystical Elf?" thought Ryou absent-mindedly, "Why the Mystical Elf? It has an attack of only 800, and would have been much more useful in defense."
"Because the Pharaoh has either a magic card like Sword and Shield or a trap such as Mirror Force on the field. Either way, when he activates the card, he'll be able to obliterate Jou's Axe Raider and reduce his life points to zero," a voice hissed in his ear. Ryou flinched conspicuously.
"Arigatou, Yami-sama...?" Silence greeted his reply.
"Daijoubu desu ka?" Anzu asked him, concerned. "You look a little pale." "Hai. I didn't get much sleep last night." Well, it was true, anyhow. He'd woken from a particularly disturbing dream and hadn't been able to fall asleep afterwards.
One thing that made this dream different from most of his others was that he actually remembered most of it: He had arrived home from school and had oddly passed through the front door as if he were a ghost. Set on immediately starting his homework, he had floated up the stairs to his bedroom -- and walked in on his yami and himself in a rather uncompromising situation.
Neither Bakura nor the Ryou pinned under him seemed to notice his interruption, and he had watched in shocked silence as the figures made love in his bed. Ryou felt his breath catch in his throat as they climaxed. "Ryou!" Bakura cried through his rhythmic groans. "Aishiteru! Aishiteru..." Ryou's soft cries could be heard beneath Bakura's louder ones.
Ryou's eyes had flown open, his sheets sticky and wound hopelessly around his hips. It had been nearly pitch dark; the sky had only just begun to lighten and it had only been 3:45 am. He had been more than a little unsettled, and he hadn't been able to fall asleep afterwards.
Ryou didn't quite know what to think of the dream. He knew that he did love Bakura, and he had never denied himself that truth. That Bakura was in fact another boy didn't particularly bother him; whether he loved a girl or a boy, it was love all the same. Despite his increasingly torrid dreams, he hadn't been fully aware that his attraction to the dark spirit was on a sexual level until last night. In addition to this, he had also never noticed that he had any voyeuristic inclinations. Maybe he hadn't ever had any until now.
Neiaku, he chided himself, and forced his attentions to the duel before his thoughts became evident. Yugi had indeed set Sword and Shield, but Jou had fortunately played his Red-Eyes Black Dragon. Its attack resulted in a stalemate and both monsters were obliterated as a result, however, Gamma the Magnet Warrior's defense of 1800 reduced Jou's life points to a mere 50.
The tinny bell rang lethargically, signaling the end of Ryou's lunch break and the beginning of his least favorite block of the day. It was just as well; Ryou didn't think he could bear listening to Jou's indignant swears when he eventually lost the duel. He carefully folded the aluminum foil around his bagel and cream cheese and slipped it into his backpack.
Ryou changed into his gym clothes quickly and efficiently, wishing he were somewhere else. It wasn't as if he couldn't outdo everyone else in the class, except for perhaps Jou and his friend Honda Hiroto; he most certainly could. It was the instructor, Goshima-sensei, who made the class nearly unbearable.
The man was a sukebei -- even Jou seemed to think so. He seemed to pick on Ryou more than he did any other student, and since his father was perpetually out of town, he was especially vulnerable. There were times when Ryou could practically feel the prurient gym teacher's eyes on his ass. Ryou sighed and trudged toward the weight room on the opposite end of the school.
"Well, since we're in weight training and you can't lift today, you might as well be good for something," Goshima-sensei drawled. "Why don't you be my example today, hm?" "Hai, Goshima-sensei," Ryou answered through clenched teeth. He stepped onto a low platform; he was familiar with this procedure.
The instructor proceeded to "demonstrate" the locations of several muscles and how they move, through his intentions were clear to Ryou and to several other students. "The bench press and the butterfly develops the pectorals," he explained, stroking Ryou's chest with his palms. "This ab machine tones the obliques and abdominal muscles." He leered at Ryou, mentally undressing the boy as he ran his fingers over his stomach and sides; Jou glared daggers at him, but he chose to ignore it. "The leg curls strengthen your gluteus maximus and hamstrings." Ryou squirmed inwardly from the instructor's touch.
After assigning pairs of student to various stations, Goshima-sensei turned to face Ryou. "You don't need your wrist to do leg curls. Thirty reps. Now. When you're done, you can do two more sets." Ryou said nothing. It figured that he'd have to do an exercise in which he was to lay face down on a bench with his legs apart and ass elevated. He fingered his duel monsters deck in his pocket and toyed with the idea of summoning his Reaper of the Cards.
I hate you, thought Ryou as he began his leg curls. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Ryou repeated his affirmation, channeling his bitter loathing into the exercise and losing count of his reps. I hate you! he screamed in his mind. He no longer noticed the passage of time or the strain of his exhausted muscles. I hate you. He pictured in his mind the image of the gym teacher half eaten by his Man-Eater Bug. I hate you, he thought. I hate you.
The bell rang again before Ryou knew it, and Ryou swung his legs off the bench. He joined Jou and Honda, his legs feeling leaden. "It'll get better, I promise," Jou told him. "You only have to put up wi' that freak for only five more weeks. Then you can try out for track with me and Honda-kun." "Hai, Jou-kun," Ryou said listlessly. "I'm sure it will."
~ glossary ~
arigatou - thanks (colloquial)
daijoubu desu ka? - are you alright?; are you okay?
hai - yes
aishiteru - i love you
neiaku - pervert; perverse person
sensei - teacher; master; doctor
sukebei - lecher
Author's Note:
Longer, just like I promised. Yes, it will get better, just like Jou says, but it'll happen sooner than Ryou thinks. In fact, it'll happen in the next chapter. But not unless you R&R. ^^
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai, angst. If you don't know what that means, you are strongly advised to leave. All flames will be publicly ridiculed at your expense.
Disclaimer - I don't own YGO, Kazuki Takahashi does. All hail Takahashi-sensei.
Chapter 2
Ukime
ukime - a bitter experience, misery, distress
Ryou felt better when he sat down across from Honda in the cafeteria; he'd been feeling a little weak when he'd walked to lunch. Jounouchi and Yugi were engaged in an absorbing duel and barely noticed him. "I activate the magic card Last Will," Yugi was saying, "which allows me to summon a monster with an attack of 1500 or less to the field when one of my monsters is sent to the Graveyard." Jou groaned as Yugi continued, "...I'll summon Mystical Elf in attack mode and set this card face down on the field."
"Mystical Elf?" thought Ryou absent-mindedly, "Why the Mystical Elf? It has an attack of only 800, and would have been much more useful in defense."
"Because the Pharaoh has either a magic card like Sword and Shield or a trap such as Mirror Force on the field. Either way, when he activates the card, he'll be able to obliterate Jou's Axe Raider and reduce his life points to zero," a voice hissed in his ear. Ryou flinched conspicuously.
"Arigatou, Yami-sama...?" Silence greeted his reply.
"Daijoubu desu ka?" Anzu asked him, concerned. "You look a little pale." "Hai. I didn't get much sleep last night." Well, it was true, anyhow. He'd woken from a particularly disturbing dream and hadn't been able to fall asleep afterwards.
One thing that made this dream different from most of his others was that he actually remembered most of it: He had arrived home from school and had oddly passed through the front door as if he were a ghost. Set on immediately starting his homework, he had floated up the stairs to his bedroom -- and walked in on his yami and himself in a rather uncompromising situation.
Neither Bakura nor the Ryou pinned under him seemed to notice his interruption, and he had watched in shocked silence as the figures made love in his bed. Ryou felt his breath catch in his throat as they climaxed. "Ryou!" Bakura cried through his rhythmic groans. "Aishiteru! Aishiteru..." Ryou's soft cries could be heard beneath Bakura's louder ones.
Ryou's eyes had flown open, his sheets sticky and wound hopelessly around his hips. It had been nearly pitch dark; the sky had only just begun to lighten and it had only been 3:45 am. He had been more than a little unsettled, and he hadn't been able to fall asleep afterwards.
Ryou didn't quite know what to think of the dream. He knew that he did love Bakura, and he had never denied himself that truth. That Bakura was in fact another boy didn't particularly bother him; whether he loved a girl or a boy, it was love all the same. Despite his increasingly torrid dreams, he hadn't been fully aware that his attraction to the dark spirit was on a sexual level until last night. In addition to this, he had also never noticed that he had any voyeuristic inclinations. Maybe he hadn't ever had any until now.
Neiaku, he chided himself, and forced his attentions to the duel before his thoughts became evident. Yugi had indeed set Sword and Shield, but Jou had fortunately played his Red-Eyes Black Dragon. Its attack resulted in a stalemate and both monsters were obliterated as a result, however, Gamma the Magnet Warrior's defense of 1800 reduced Jou's life points to a mere 50.
The tinny bell rang lethargically, signaling the end of Ryou's lunch break and the beginning of his least favorite block of the day. It was just as well; Ryou didn't think he could bear listening to Jou's indignant swears when he eventually lost the duel. He carefully folded the aluminum foil around his bagel and cream cheese and slipped it into his backpack.
Ryou changed into his gym clothes quickly and efficiently, wishing he were somewhere else. It wasn't as if he couldn't outdo everyone else in the class, except for perhaps Jou and his friend Honda Hiroto; he most certainly could. It was the instructor, Goshima-sensei, who made the class nearly unbearable.
The man was a sukebei -- even Jou seemed to think so. He seemed to pick on Ryou more than he did any other student, and since his father was perpetually out of town, he was especially vulnerable. There were times when Ryou could practically feel the prurient gym teacher's eyes on his ass. Ryou sighed and trudged toward the weight room on the opposite end of the school.
"Well, since we're in weight training and you can't lift today, you might as well be good for something," Goshima-sensei drawled. "Why don't you be my example today, hm?" "Hai, Goshima-sensei," Ryou answered through clenched teeth. He stepped onto a low platform; he was familiar with this procedure.
The instructor proceeded to "demonstrate" the locations of several muscles and how they move, through his intentions were clear to Ryou and to several other students. "The bench press and the butterfly develops the pectorals," he explained, stroking Ryou's chest with his palms. "This ab machine tones the obliques and abdominal muscles." He leered at Ryou, mentally undressing the boy as he ran his fingers over his stomach and sides; Jou glared daggers at him, but he chose to ignore it. "The leg curls strengthen your gluteus maximus and hamstrings." Ryou squirmed inwardly from the instructor's touch.
After assigning pairs of student to various stations, Goshima-sensei turned to face Ryou. "You don't need your wrist to do leg curls. Thirty reps. Now. When you're done, you can do two more sets." Ryou said nothing. It figured that he'd have to do an exercise in which he was to lay face down on a bench with his legs apart and ass elevated. He fingered his duel monsters deck in his pocket and toyed with the idea of summoning his Reaper of the Cards.
I hate you, thought Ryou as he began his leg curls. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Ryou repeated his affirmation, channeling his bitter loathing into the exercise and losing count of his reps. I hate you! he screamed in his mind. He no longer noticed the passage of time or the strain of his exhausted muscles. I hate you. He pictured in his mind the image of the gym teacher half eaten by his Man-Eater Bug. I hate you, he thought. I hate you.
The bell rang again before Ryou knew it, and Ryou swung his legs off the bench. He joined Jou and Honda, his legs feeling leaden. "It'll get better, I promise," Jou told him. "You only have to put up wi' that freak for only five more weeks. Then you can try out for track with me and Honda-kun." "Hai, Jou-kun," Ryou said listlessly. "I'm sure it will."
~ glossary ~
arigatou - thanks (colloquial)
daijoubu desu ka? - are you alright?; are you okay?
hai - yes
aishiteru - i love you
neiaku - pervert; perverse person
sensei - teacher; master; doctor
sukebei - lecher
Author's Note:
Longer, just like I promised. Yes, it will get better, just like Jou says, but it'll happen sooner than Ryou thinks. In fact, it'll happen in the next chapter. But not unless you R&R. ^^