Koimonogatari
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai. If you don't know what that means, you are strongly advised to leave. All flames will be publically ridiculed at your expense.
Disclaimer - I don't...
Seto: She doesn't own YGO, and thankfully, doesn't own me.
Me: *shows up with riding crop, some silk scarves, and a can of whipped cream* Happy Valentine's Day, Seto.
Seto: ...Although I sometimes wish she did.
Me: O_o
Chapter 7
Kumogakure
kumogakure - disappearance
The remainder of the weekend passed uneventfully for Ryou. His yami chose to make make no appearance, and his household chores were interrupted only by homework and a call from Yugi to make sure he was doing okay without his father. Ryou did not find his yami's reclusion odd; the phases of Bakura's moods often caused him to retreat to the Ring in week long stretches.
The slashes on his wrists had unnaturally healed overnight, leaving three thin scars, and he did not question what had happened. The soreness in his muscles had faded away to a mere twinge by Sunday afternoon, and Ryou was in relatively good humor, though he knew that he would have to face his lecherous gym teacher again tomorrow.
Monday morning arrived all too soon, and after finishing his breakfast, Ryou left for school. Stopping at the Game Shop, he was joined by Anzu and Yugi, who had been trying to carry a conversation but found only uncomfortable silence between them.
Domino High School went about its ordinary activities. Ryou excelled in English and Japanese, but still wondered why Seto could surpass him in both when he had never lived outside the country. Trigonometry was tiresome as usual, History as tedious, and their lunch break arrived before Ryou knew it.
Seto sat with them today, feigning disinterest as he watched Anzu and Jou's duel. Given that neither Anzu nor Jou were even close to elite, in comparison to Seto, Ryou found it interesting that the CEO of Kaibacorp wanted to watch. Perhaps he's finally tired of sitting alone, Ryou thought. I know how that feels.
"My Gemini Elves!" Anzu cried. Seto smirked; an attack of 1900 made no difference when Jou played "Sword and Shield". Gemini Elf's defense was only 900.
Ryou ate his yogurt and granola, paying little attention to its flavor or texture, the duel, or anything else in particular. Something was definitely different today; either there was something missing, or there was something new.
He found out soon enough fifth period -- and there was, indeed, both something missing and something new. The man who stepped into the gym this morning wasn't Goshima-sensei, but a rather gorgeous, Ryou was ashamed to admit, young man not much older than himself. The young teacher's unusual violet eyes and long chestnut braid had caught not only his but the eyes of every girl in class, not to mention those of several other boys.
"Who is he?" he whispered to Jou discreetly. Jou turned and looked at him oddly.
"Daijoubu desu ka? That's our gym teacher. Makamura-sensei."
Our gym teacher? Ryou wondered. "Daijoubu desu. Then where's Goshima-sensei? You know, the teacher we had before."
Jou pressed his hand to Ryou's forehead. "Are you sure you're okay? Makamura-sensei has been our gym teacher for the entire year so far." He glanced up to make sure Makamura-sensei hadn't caught them talking. "By the way... who's Goshima-sensei?"
Ryou was taken aback, but recovered quickly. "Never mind."
"Katsuya-kun? Bakura-kun? Bakura-kun!" Ryou's head snapped up quickly. "Hai, Makamura-sensei."
"You are not to be conversing amongst yourselves while I am speaking," the teacher said kindly. Ryou nodded.
"Hai, wakarimasu. Gomen nasai."
By the time school ended for the day, it was apparent that the gym teacher had literally dropped off the face of the earth. Ryou had come up with only one possible explanation for Goshima-sensei's mysterious disappearance. He remembered a time nearly a year ago, in Duelist Kingdom, when his yami had used the Sennen Ring to clear the memories of Pegasus and his companions. Perhaps this was what had happened. It must have.
But to send a man to the shadow realm, erase the memories of every student and teacher, and then replace all of the lost memory with false memories of someone else required unimaginable energy. Moreover, for Bakura to have known exactly how and why Goshima-sensei had been bothering him, he must have looked through his memory -- something he had promised never to do.
Ryou was seething with anger when he got home. First, Bakura treats him like a... like a slave. Then, he suddenly changes, breaking promises and treating him like a very young, irresponsible child. Who was he, to try to solve all of Ryou's problems for him, as if he couldn't do anything for himself? He slammed the front door, and stomped uncharacteristically up the stairs.
A startling sight greeted Ryou's eyes when he entered his bedroom. Bakura sat on the edge of his bed, facing the mirror, teasing his unruly light hair with a wide-toothed comb. Meeting Bakura's eyes in the mirror, Ryou's breath caught in his throat. Bakura had acheived a just-rolled-out-of-bed look, sexy as hell, and Ryou suddenly found it very difficult to be angry with his yami.
Hearing the hitch in his hikari's breathing, Bakura hid a small smirk and turned to face him. "Yes?" he drawled.
"Where is Goshima-sensei?" Ryou managed to speak after a moment.
Bakura lifted an eyebrow skeptically. "Why, I believe he's found himself a permanent residence in the shadow realm. I presume you like the current arrangements?"
Ryou ignored the question. "You sent him there, didn't you. You pried through my memories."
"I can deny neither," Bakura said simply.
"I thought our memories were our own unless we chose to share them! And I can take care of myself, I don't need your help. These are my problems, not yours. I have to solve them." Ryou took a deep breath and steadied his voice. "Why did you do it? That just proves I'm weak, just like you say I am."
Bakura spoke before he could stop himself. "Why?! Because I care for you, you ungrateful..."
His eyes widened, the words he had just spoken still echoing in his mind. It seemed as if they had just only now reached his ears, and mortified, he found himself speechless. He stood to leave before this conversation resulted in any farther embarrassment on his behalf.
~ glossary ~
-kun - a suffix attached to the names of boys/men of equal or lesser rank than yourself, also commonly used among close male friends.
hai - yes
wakarimasu - I understand.
gomen nasai - I am sorry.
Author's Note:
Goshima's disappearance, just like I promised...
Beware of major fluffiness and lime next chapter... hehe... I've already drawn outlines up to chapter sixteen... Chapter fifteen and sixteen will probably be written in lemon juice... *yummy* So please *review* if you want to see them... because I'd better get some compensation for all the overheating/nosebleeding I'll have to go through to write those...
the countdown starts now.
Countdown: (to the consecutive lemons) 8 chapters
(seems like a long time, doesn't it, but if I write well enough it'll be here before you know it)
Duo: Why do I get the feeling I'm being sneaked into this fic?
Me: shh!! *whispers* because you are.
Duo: I feel honored. That means I'm your favorite Gundam pilot, right? Am I gonna be in any lemons?
Me:Wrong, and no. Heero's still my favorite, and maybe some other fic.
Seto: *sweatdrops* But I'm still your overall favorite bishie, right?
Me: ^_^; Of course, Seto-chan... *hands him the riding crop, scarves, and cream*
Seto: By the way, why was I sitting with those losers today at lunch?
Me: Because you have a little crush on Jou.
Seto: But I thought I was yours.
Me: Of course, Seto-chan. You're still mine. I only do it to sate the voyeur in me...
Seto: O_o
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai. If you don't know what that means, you are strongly advised to leave. All flames will be publically ridiculed at your expense.
Disclaimer - I don't...
Seto: She doesn't own YGO, and thankfully, doesn't own me.
Me: *shows up with riding crop, some silk scarves, and a can of whipped cream* Happy Valentine's Day, Seto.
Seto: ...Although I sometimes wish she did.
Me: O_o
Chapter 7
Kumogakure
kumogakure - disappearance
The remainder of the weekend passed uneventfully for Ryou. His yami chose to make make no appearance, and his household chores were interrupted only by homework and a call from Yugi to make sure he was doing okay without his father. Ryou did not find his yami's reclusion odd; the phases of Bakura's moods often caused him to retreat to the Ring in week long stretches.
The slashes on his wrists had unnaturally healed overnight, leaving three thin scars, and he did not question what had happened. The soreness in his muscles had faded away to a mere twinge by Sunday afternoon, and Ryou was in relatively good humor, though he knew that he would have to face his lecherous gym teacher again tomorrow.
Monday morning arrived all too soon, and after finishing his breakfast, Ryou left for school. Stopping at the Game Shop, he was joined by Anzu and Yugi, who had been trying to carry a conversation but found only uncomfortable silence between them.
Domino High School went about its ordinary activities. Ryou excelled in English and Japanese, but still wondered why Seto could surpass him in both when he had never lived outside the country. Trigonometry was tiresome as usual, History as tedious, and their lunch break arrived before Ryou knew it.
Seto sat with them today, feigning disinterest as he watched Anzu and Jou's duel. Given that neither Anzu nor Jou were even close to elite, in comparison to Seto, Ryou found it interesting that the CEO of Kaibacorp wanted to watch. Perhaps he's finally tired of sitting alone, Ryou thought. I know how that feels.
"My Gemini Elves!" Anzu cried. Seto smirked; an attack of 1900 made no difference when Jou played "Sword and Shield". Gemini Elf's defense was only 900.
Ryou ate his yogurt and granola, paying little attention to its flavor or texture, the duel, or anything else in particular. Something was definitely different today; either there was something missing, or there was something new.
He found out soon enough fifth period -- and there was, indeed, both something missing and something new. The man who stepped into the gym this morning wasn't Goshima-sensei, but a rather gorgeous, Ryou was ashamed to admit, young man not much older than himself. The young teacher's unusual violet eyes and long chestnut braid had caught not only his but the eyes of every girl in class, not to mention those of several other boys.
"Who is he?" he whispered to Jou discreetly. Jou turned and looked at him oddly.
"Daijoubu desu ka? That's our gym teacher. Makamura-sensei."
Our gym teacher? Ryou wondered. "Daijoubu desu. Then where's Goshima-sensei? You know, the teacher we had before."
Jou pressed his hand to Ryou's forehead. "Are you sure you're okay? Makamura-sensei has been our gym teacher for the entire year so far." He glanced up to make sure Makamura-sensei hadn't caught them talking. "By the way... who's Goshima-sensei?"
Ryou was taken aback, but recovered quickly. "Never mind."
"Katsuya-kun? Bakura-kun? Bakura-kun!" Ryou's head snapped up quickly. "Hai, Makamura-sensei."
"You are not to be conversing amongst yourselves while I am speaking," the teacher said kindly. Ryou nodded.
"Hai, wakarimasu. Gomen nasai."
By the time school ended for the day, it was apparent that the gym teacher had literally dropped off the face of the earth. Ryou had come up with only one possible explanation for Goshima-sensei's mysterious disappearance. He remembered a time nearly a year ago, in Duelist Kingdom, when his yami had used the Sennen Ring to clear the memories of Pegasus and his companions. Perhaps this was what had happened. It must have.
But to send a man to the shadow realm, erase the memories of every student and teacher, and then replace all of the lost memory with false memories of someone else required unimaginable energy. Moreover, for Bakura to have known exactly how and why Goshima-sensei had been bothering him, he must have looked through his memory -- something he had promised never to do.
Ryou was seething with anger when he got home. First, Bakura treats him like a... like a slave. Then, he suddenly changes, breaking promises and treating him like a very young, irresponsible child. Who was he, to try to solve all of Ryou's problems for him, as if he couldn't do anything for himself? He slammed the front door, and stomped uncharacteristically up the stairs.
A startling sight greeted Ryou's eyes when he entered his bedroom. Bakura sat on the edge of his bed, facing the mirror, teasing his unruly light hair with a wide-toothed comb. Meeting Bakura's eyes in the mirror, Ryou's breath caught in his throat. Bakura had acheived a just-rolled-out-of-bed look, sexy as hell, and Ryou suddenly found it very difficult to be angry with his yami.
Hearing the hitch in his hikari's breathing, Bakura hid a small smirk and turned to face him. "Yes?" he drawled.
"Where is Goshima-sensei?" Ryou managed to speak after a moment.
Bakura lifted an eyebrow skeptically. "Why, I believe he's found himself a permanent residence in the shadow realm. I presume you like the current arrangements?"
Ryou ignored the question. "You sent him there, didn't you. You pried through my memories."
"I can deny neither," Bakura said simply.
"I thought our memories were our own unless we chose to share them! And I can take care of myself, I don't need your help. These are my problems, not yours. I have to solve them." Ryou took a deep breath and steadied his voice. "Why did you do it? That just proves I'm weak, just like you say I am."
Bakura spoke before he could stop himself. "Why?! Because I care for you, you ungrateful..."
His eyes widened, the words he had just spoken still echoing in his mind. It seemed as if they had just only now reached his ears, and mortified, he found himself speechless. He stood to leave before this conversation resulted in any farther embarrassment on his behalf.
~ glossary ~
-kun - a suffix attached to the names of boys/men of equal or lesser rank than yourself, also commonly used among close male friends.
hai - yes
wakarimasu - I understand.
gomen nasai - I am sorry.
Author's Note:
Goshima's disappearance, just like I promised...
Beware of major fluffiness and lime next chapter... hehe... I've already drawn outlines up to chapter sixteen... Chapter fifteen and sixteen will probably be written in lemon juice... *yummy* So please *review* if you want to see them... because I'd better get some compensation for all the overheating/nosebleeding I'll have to go through to write those...
the countdown starts now.
Countdown: (to the consecutive lemons) 8 chapters
(seems like a long time, doesn't it, but if I write well enough it'll be here before you know it)
Duo: Why do I get the feeling I'm being sneaked into this fic?
Me: shh!! *whispers* because you are.
Duo: I feel honored. That means I'm your favorite Gundam pilot, right? Am I gonna be in any lemons?
Me:Wrong, and no. Heero's still my favorite, and maybe some other fic.
Seto: *sweatdrops* But I'm still your overall favorite bishie, right?
Me: ^_^; Of course, Seto-chan... *hands him the riding crop, scarves, and cream*
Seto: By the way, why was I sitting with those losers today at lunch?
Me: Because you have a little crush on Jou.
Seto: But I thought I was yours.
Me: Of course, Seto-chan. You're still mine. I only do it to sate the voyeur in me...
Seto: O_o