Koimonogatari
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai, Malik and Marik OOC-ness. 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, but I own this fic. So no plagiarizing.
Guess[ff.net] - Maybe you should reread Chapter 8. Carefully.
the Shadow Girl[mm.org] - Well, you see, it wasn't *really* Bakura's fault.
Yami's Girl710[mm.org] - Other pairings? Er... well I don't really know at this point... I've pretty much planned out the storyline for the entire fic, so... I guess there might be other pairings if I can fit them in somewhere...
treranhan[ff.net] - Excuse me? Tone down the angst? LOL
nieni Woodland[ff.net] - Apparently not.
Chapter 9
Kanchigai
kanchigai - wrong guess, misunderstanding
Ryou met his yami's eyes wordlessly. "How could you do this to me?" he said hoarsely. "I thought you loved me... or at least you said you did."
"Oh... waga hikari... Gomen nasai! I can explain. Just give me a moment and listen to me. You see, I didn't know..."
Ryou cut him off. "Why should I listen? You'd only waste my time, telling me lies as always. You said things would get better, but I can only see things getting worse. I was a fool to trust you all this time.
"You give your love falsely! You don't think before you speak. You bend people to your will, you toy with their emotions. You don't care at all." Somewhere in the back of Ryou's mind, the thought occured that this melodramatic drivel sounded ridiculous, but at the moment he didn't care.
"Gomen nasai!" he mocked Bakura. "I'm so sorry for interrupting your nice little make-out session." Ryou smiled sweetly at Malik, though his eyes were still hard and cold as hail. "I'm leaving, just like you probably wanted. Oh, don't ask, the answer is yes; you can use my room if you like, I don't care." He turned to Bakura. "By the way, don't bother changing the sheets, either, because I might as well do it since everyone uses me anyway!"
Ryou took one last glance at the stunned expressions on Bakura and Malik's faces, then yanked open the door and slammed it behind him.
An uncomfortable silence descended over the house after Ryou left. Neither Bakura nor Malik were completely sure what to make of Ryou's abscondence. Malik turned away, guiltily avoiding Bakura's eyes.
Bakura studied Malik closely. If only they were in a different time and place, Malik would have been perfect for him. The sexy Egyptian was a spirit within a Sennen Item, and they would have been able to spend all of eternity together.
But as it were, he could not. He loved Ryou more than anything, and if he were given the choice, he knew that he would rather spend a short mortal lifetime with Ryou than eternity with Malik. It was odd, the way things happened. You never knew how much you loved someone until they were falling out of reach, and even if you knew that, you wouldn't take it seriously until it actually happened.
"Er... Gomen..." Malik said awkwardly. That was an incredibly stupid thing to say, he thought. He felt as if he should be apologizing profusely, begging for forgiveness, but all he had to say was "Gomen."?
"You love him, don't you?" Another stupid thing to say. Malik was beginning to feel more ridiculous by the minute. Bakura didn't respond, but instead stared intently at the disappearing figure at the corner of the block through the window.
Malik swallowed. "Bakura? If this helps any, I don't love you."
"Is that so," Bakura said through gritted teeth. It wasn't a question. "Then why don't you go tell Ryou. I'm sure he'd like to hear that."
The other ignored his comment. "I love my hikari."
Bakura blinked. "I find it hard to believe that you could love." He took his eyes off the corner where Ryou had long since disappeared.
"I didn't think so either. But Marik is different... there's no one like him. He's... damn..." Malik trailed off. Bakura lifted an eyebrow.
"Er... I think I'd better leave now..." Malik said embarrassedly. Bakura nodded, and opened the door for him. Malik left without a farewell.
¤¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤¤
Ryou sat on a creaky wooden bench in the park, under a sakura tree that was losing its leaves a little later than it should. In a few months, the trees would bloom, and every family in Domino would set up territories under the trees and celebrate for the entire day. But now, the limbs were stark and bleak, the skies steel-gray, and frost had hardened the ground beneath his feet.
He wondered where he should go. Obviously, he couldn't go back home, and now, when he thought about it, he really didn't have any true friends that he could count on to let him stay. Of course there were always the people he talked with, sat with at lunch, laughed and joked with, but did that make them friends?
But there was always Yugi. Whenever anyone needed help, Yugi was always there to go out of his way to do so. Ryou didn't really consider Yugi a friend, precisely; he'd never been able to confide in the boy and Bakura did not tolerate his yami well.
Sugoroku Mutou's Game Shop was just around the corner, and the bright, child-appealing colors of the building contrasted distinctively with Ryou's disposition. Ryou trudged down the sidewalk toward it anyway, there being nowhere else for him to go.
As he entered the shop, a small bell rang overhead. "Welcome to Grandpa's Game Shop! We carry the finest in duel..." Yugi stopped his recitation abruptly. "Oh, hi, Ryou. Grandpa's out grocery shopping, and he let me run the store for a few hours! Isn't that exciting?"
"Sure is," Ryou replied with a small smile. "Hey... I was wondering if I could stay with you for a few days... The plumbing at my house is backed up, and I can't use the water or anything. I've already called the plumber, he's coming by tomorrow."
Yugi's eyes lit up. "Oh, wonderful! That is, that you're staying; I love having guests. Not that your plumbing's backed up."
Ryou laughed a little. He felt awful about lying to Yugi; he was so innocent. "Yes, I know."
Yugi's brows knitted for a moment. "Oh, I forgot... Someone's already using the guest room. I guess you'll have to take the couch," he said ruefully.
"Oh, that's fine." Ryou followed Yugi through a door in the rear of the store into the Mutou home. Yugi scurried upstairs, his short legs a blur, and returned shortly with an overstuffed pillow and a set of sheets and blankets, which he deposited on the back of a sofa.
"Hi, Ryou! Hi, Yugi." Ryou turned to find the source of the voice -- Marik Ishtar stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom. Ryou froze instantly. Through no fault of his own, Marik reminded him of Malik and consequently Bakura.
"Hi, Marik," he said coldly. Yugi didn't notice his tone of voice but Marik did. He threw Ryou a questioning look and disappeared back into his room.
~glossary~
waga - my
Author's Note:
This chapter didn't turn out quite like I wanted it to... It looked so much longer when I was outlining ^_^;
Hey, did you know that this is already the 59th most viewed romance, R-NC17, Yu-Gi-Oh! fic on Mediaminer? lol... I bet my views will *skyrocket* once I switch the fic to NC-17, knowing people in general. hehe...
Seto: Seriously, how could you do that to them? You're evil.
Me: Hn. You'll see that I'm doing them a favor. Someday you'll understand.
Fic's Statistics:
[2.75] reviews average per chapter //--improvement--//
[6] more chapters to lemon //--another improvement--//
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai, Malik and Marik OOC-ness. 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, but I own this fic. So no plagiarizing.
Guess[ff.net] - Maybe you should reread Chapter 8. Carefully.
the Shadow Girl[mm.org] - Well, you see, it wasn't *really* Bakura's fault.
Yami's Girl710[mm.org] - Other pairings? Er... well I don't really know at this point... I've pretty much planned out the storyline for the entire fic, so... I guess there might be other pairings if I can fit them in somewhere...
treranhan[ff.net] - Excuse me? Tone down the angst? LOL
nieni Woodland[ff.net] - Apparently not.
Chapter 9
Kanchigai
kanchigai - wrong guess, misunderstanding
Ryou met his yami's eyes wordlessly. "How could you do this to me?" he said hoarsely. "I thought you loved me... or at least you said you did."
"Oh... waga hikari... Gomen nasai! I can explain. Just give me a moment and listen to me. You see, I didn't know..."
Ryou cut him off. "Why should I listen? You'd only waste my time, telling me lies as always. You said things would get better, but I can only see things getting worse. I was a fool to trust you all this time.
"You give your love falsely! You don't think before you speak. You bend people to your will, you toy with their emotions. You don't care at all." Somewhere in the back of Ryou's mind, the thought occured that this melodramatic drivel sounded ridiculous, but at the moment he didn't care.
"Gomen nasai!" he mocked Bakura. "I'm so sorry for interrupting your nice little make-out session." Ryou smiled sweetly at Malik, though his eyes were still hard and cold as hail. "I'm leaving, just like you probably wanted. Oh, don't ask, the answer is yes; you can use my room if you like, I don't care." He turned to Bakura. "By the way, don't bother changing the sheets, either, because I might as well do it since everyone uses me anyway!"
Ryou took one last glance at the stunned expressions on Bakura and Malik's faces, then yanked open the door and slammed it behind him.
An uncomfortable silence descended over the house after Ryou left. Neither Bakura nor Malik were completely sure what to make of Ryou's abscondence. Malik turned away, guiltily avoiding Bakura's eyes.
Bakura studied Malik closely. If only they were in a different time and place, Malik would have been perfect for him. The sexy Egyptian was a spirit within a Sennen Item, and they would have been able to spend all of eternity together.
But as it were, he could not. He loved Ryou more than anything, and if he were given the choice, he knew that he would rather spend a short mortal lifetime with Ryou than eternity with Malik. It was odd, the way things happened. You never knew how much you loved someone until they were falling out of reach, and even if you knew that, you wouldn't take it seriously until it actually happened.
"Er... Gomen..." Malik said awkwardly. That was an incredibly stupid thing to say, he thought. He felt as if he should be apologizing profusely, begging for forgiveness, but all he had to say was "Gomen."?
"You love him, don't you?" Another stupid thing to say. Malik was beginning to feel more ridiculous by the minute. Bakura didn't respond, but instead stared intently at the disappearing figure at the corner of the block through the window.
Malik swallowed. "Bakura? If this helps any, I don't love you."
"Is that so," Bakura said through gritted teeth. It wasn't a question. "Then why don't you go tell Ryou. I'm sure he'd like to hear that."
The other ignored his comment. "I love my hikari."
Bakura blinked. "I find it hard to believe that you could love." He took his eyes off the corner where Ryou had long since disappeared.
"I didn't think so either. But Marik is different... there's no one like him. He's... damn..." Malik trailed off. Bakura lifted an eyebrow.
"Er... I think I'd better leave now..." Malik said embarrassedly. Bakura nodded, and opened the door for him. Malik left without a farewell.
¤¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤¤
Ryou sat on a creaky wooden bench in the park, under a sakura tree that was losing its leaves a little later than it should. In a few months, the trees would bloom, and every family in Domino would set up territories under the trees and celebrate for the entire day. But now, the limbs were stark and bleak, the skies steel-gray, and frost had hardened the ground beneath his feet.
He wondered where he should go. Obviously, he couldn't go back home, and now, when he thought about it, he really didn't have any true friends that he could count on to let him stay. Of course there were always the people he talked with, sat with at lunch, laughed and joked with, but did that make them friends?
But there was always Yugi. Whenever anyone needed help, Yugi was always there to go out of his way to do so. Ryou didn't really consider Yugi a friend, precisely; he'd never been able to confide in the boy and Bakura did not tolerate his yami well.
Sugoroku Mutou's Game Shop was just around the corner, and the bright, child-appealing colors of the building contrasted distinctively with Ryou's disposition. Ryou trudged down the sidewalk toward it anyway, there being nowhere else for him to go.
As he entered the shop, a small bell rang overhead. "Welcome to Grandpa's Game Shop! We carry the finest in duel..." Yugi stopped his recitation abruptly. "Oh, hi, Ryou. Grandpa's out grocery shopping, and he let me run the store for a few hours! Isn't that exciting?"
"Sure is," Ryou replied with a small smile. "Hey... I was wondering if I could stay with you for a few days... The plumbing at my house is backed up, and I can't use the water or anything. I've already called the plumber, he's coming by tomorrow."
Yugi's eyes lit up. "Oh, wonderful! That is, that you're staying; I love having guests. Not that your plumbing's backed up."
Ryou laughed a little. He felt awful about lying to Yugi; he was so innocent. "Yes, I know."
Yugi's brows knitted for a moment. "Oh, I forgot... Someone's already using the guest room. I guess you'll have to take the couch," he said ruefully.
"Oh, that's fine." Ryou followed Yugi through a door in the rear of the store into the Mutou home. Yugi scurried upstairs, his short legs a blur, and returned shortly with an overstuffed pillow and a set of sheets and blankets, which he deposited on the back of a sofa.
"Hi, Ryou! Hi, Yugi." Ryou turned to find the source of the voice -- Marik Ishtar stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom. Ryou froze instantly. Through no fault of his own, Marik reminded him of Malik and consequently Bakura.
"Hi, Marik," he said coldly. Yugi didn't notice his tone of voice but Marik did. He threw Ryou a questioning look and disappeared back into his room.
~glossary~
waga - my
Author's Note:
This chapter didn't turn out quite like I wanted it to... It looked so much longer when I was outlining ^_^;
Hey, did you know that this is already the 59th most viewed romance, R-NC17, Yu-Gi-Oh! fic on Mediaminer? lol... I bet my views will *skyrocket* once I switch the fic to NC-17, knowing people in general. hehe...
Seto: Seriously, how could you do that to them? You're evil.
Me: Hn. You'll see that I'm doing them a favor. Someday you'll understand.
Fic's Statistics:
[2.75] reviews average per chapter //--improvement--//
[6] more chapters to lemon //--another improvement--//