Koimonogatari
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai. 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, and neither does that girl who owns the Yu-Gi-Aholic clique who forced me to say that Seto was "hers". LOL... Who does she think she is? Seto-chan is mine.
Seto: Hn.
Chapter 10
Keiji
keiji - a revelation
When Yugi left the room, Ryou found himself alone in the living room with the blankets and pillow. It was too early to start setting up his makeshift bed, so he sank into the sofa cushions and turned on the television.
Ryou wasn't really interested in the news report; the anchors' impossible preppiness only made things seem more dismal than they already were, if that was possible. He fingered his Sennen ring, and it stayed heavy and cold in his hand, as if lifeless.
After a moment, Marik emerged from his room and sat beside him. Ryou edged away a little, his fingers busily picking at the seams of the cushions.
"He's at your house, isn't he?"
Ryou froze. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, and nodded.
Marik sighed heavily, letting his head rest on his hands. "They used to be lovers in Egypt, did you know that? But after Battle City, well, I thought it was over between them. Shouldn't have been surprised."
Ryou recognized the implications. He chose his words carefully. "I didn't know. You ...like him? Malik, I mean." He blushed, realizing what a personal question he'd asked.
Marik snorted. "Like him? Do you 'like' Bakura?"
Ryou stared incredulously. Marik loved his yami? Was that possible? He tried to imagine Marik being in love, but he couldn't do it. But Marik didn't lie; he might keep secrets and behave insanely, but he didn't lie. For a moment, Ryou envied the other boy; unrequited love seemed so much less painful than what he was experiencing now.
He sighed. "How pathetic is this. Both of us, sitting at Yugi's house with nowhere else to go, mooning over our yamis who only have eyes for each other." Marik agreed.
Just then, Sugoroku Mutou entered the living room, burdened with three bulging paper bags that he could barely see over. "Oh, hi there, Ryou, Marik. Could you give me a hand with these bags?"
"Konban wa, Ojiisan. Hai, douzo." Ryou and Marik each took a bag, carried it into the kitchen, and began to unload them. Yugi's grandfather chased after escapee fruit, and returned winded when he had found them.
"So, what brings you here?" he asked candidly. Marik stepped on Ryou's heel.
"He came to help me with my English homework," Marik answered before he had a chance to speak. "I'm having trouble with the grammar. Everything's backwards!"
Yugi's grandfather chuckled. "Well, good luck, Marik! If you boys need me, I'll be down the hall. Yugi and I had an early supper, you can help yourself to whatever's in the fridge if you're hungry."
Ryou heated up some instant ramen for himself and returned to the sofa. Marik had gone back to his room and shut the door, and Ryou sat alone on the cushions, sipping his soup and listening to the clock on the fireplace mantel tick. It was already dark outside; the days were getting shorter. The wind screamed its fury outside, moaning and rattling the windows like a restless ghost. Ryou shivered; it was good to be inside on a night like this, even if he was not in his own home.
He wondered how long he would stay here. Just tonight perhaps? A few more days? He hadn't brought anything with him except the clothes on his back, but perhaps between Yugi and Marik, he would be able to get by with any schoolwork he otherwise couldn't do.
Ryou finished his noodles and disposed of his styrofoam bowl. Picking up Yugi's copy of "The Red Pony" by John Steinbeck and read the required pages; it was easy, since English had been his first language.
He propped up the pillow on the armrest and covered himself with the blankets. If he slept early tonight, he could get to school early tomorrow morning and finish the rest of the assignments in the school library.
Ryou sank into the pillow and evened his breathing. Closing his eyes, he listened to the mantelpiece clock tick and allowed his thoughts to drift.
Sleep didn't come easily. After about half an hour, he found himself tossing and turning, rearranging his blankets several times, checking the clock to see how much time had passed. 8:42. What was Bakura doing now? Was he with Malik? Ryou listened to the beat of his heart, and thought it sounded faster than usual.
Ryou wondered what Malik was doing to Bakura now. He wondered what Bakura was doing to Malik. 9:14. Was Malik a good kisser? Was Malik a better kisser than himself? Probably. They were lovers five millenia ago, after all.
What did Bakura like in bed? Ryou wished he knew. Malik would know. And Bakura would know what Malik would like. 9:40. Did Bakura like to take or be taken? Did he like both? 9:56.
It was impossible to fall asleep. Ryou tried to force the thoughts from his mind, but they always seemed to force their way in somehow. In his tossing and turning, his blankets slipped to the floor and Ryou curled up, shivering. 10:21. A light switched on upstairs; Ryou heard Yugi's feet pat across the hall, heard water running and footsteps back, and saw the light turn off again. 10:31.
He picked up his rapidly cooling blankets and crawled back into them. Taking his dueling deck from his pocket, his fingered the cards, knowing each one by its worn corners and edges. This one was his Man-Eating Bug. This one was a Morphing Jar. This one Nemuriko, Reaper of the Cards, Dark Elf. Change of Heart, Spirit of the Harp, Black Pendant. 10:54.
A soft moan came from Marik's room, then a few heated gasps, a few sighs, through the closed door. Marik was... Ryou smiled wryly at what Marik was doing. He slipped his deck back into his pocket and listened until the sounds faded. Ryou felt oddly comforted in that he and Marik were in similar situations. 11:17.
Ryou heard someone walking down the stairs; he heard the light creak of loose boards and the faint rustle of suede boots on carpet. He sat up and looked over the back of the sofa. Yugi's yami met his eyes, gave him a small half-smile and sat down beside him.
"Ousama?" Ryou queried softly.
~ glossary ~
douzo - it has a very vague meaning... i don't really know how to explain...
example:
Seito (student): Kono enpitsu kezuri wo karite mo ii desu ka? (May I please borrow this pencil sharpener?)
Sensei: Hai, douzo.
or
Seito1: Sumimasen, sono kami wo kudasai. (Excuse me, please give me that paper.)
Seito2: Hai, douzo.
ousama - king
Author's Note:
If you're wondering why it's so late at night, it's the school system in most of Asia. In high school, school lets out around 5 or 6 at night. *shudder*
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai. 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, and neither does that girl who owns the Yu-Gi-Aholic clique who forced me to say that Seto was "hers". LOL... Who does she think she is? Seto-chan is mine.
Seto: Hn.
Chapter 10
Keiji
keiji - a revelation
When Yugi left the room, Ryou found himself alone in the living room with the blankets and pillow. It was too early to start setting up his makeshift bed, so he sank into the sofa cushions and turned on the television.
Ryou wasn't really interested in the news report; the anchors' impossible preppiness only made things seem more dismal than they already were, if that was possible. He fingered his Sennen ring, and it stayed heavy and cold in his hand, as if lifeless.
After a moment, Marik emerged from his room and sat beside him. Ryou edged away a little, his fingers busily picking at the seams of the cushions.
"He's at your house, isn't he?"
Ryou froze. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, and nodded.
Marik sighed heavily, letting his head rest on his hands. "They used to be lovers in Egypt, did you know that? But after Battle City, well, I thought it was over between them. Shouldn't have been surprised."
Ryou recognized the implications. He chose his words carefully. "I didn't know. You ...like him? Malik, I mean." He blushed, realizing what a personal question he'd asked.
Marik snorted. "Like him? Do you 'like' Bakura?"
Ryou stared incredulously. Marik loved his yami? Was that possible? He tried to imagine Marik being in love, but he couldn't do it. But Marik didn't lie; he might keep secrets and behave insanely, but he didn't lie. For a moment, Ryou envied the other boy; unrequited love seemed so much less painful than what he was experiencing now.
He sighed. "How pathetic is this. Both of us, sitting at Yugi's house with nowhere else to go, mooning over our yamis who only have eyes for each other." Marik agreed.
Just then, Sugoroku Mutou entered the living room, burdened with three bulging paper bags that he could barely see over. "Oh, hi there, Ryou, Marik. Could you give me a hand with these bags?"
"Konban wa, Ojiisan. Hai, douzo." Ryou and Marik each took a bag, carried it into the kitchen, and began to unload them. Yugi's grandfather chased after escapee fruit, and returned winded when he had found them.
"So, what brings you here?" he asked candidly. Marik stepped on Ryou's heel.
"He came to help me with my English homework," Marik answered before he had a chance to speak. "I'm having trouble with the grammar. Everything's backwards!"
Yugi's grandfather chuckled. "Well, good luck, Marik! If you boys need me, I'll be down the hall. Yugi and I had an early supper, you can help yourself to whatever's in the fridge if you're hungry."
Ryou heated up some instant ramen for himself and returned to the sofa. Marik had gone back to his room and shut the door, and Ryou sat alone on the cushions, sipping his soup and listening to the clock on the fireplace mantel tick. It was already dark outside; the days were getting shorter. The wind screamed its fury outside, moaning and rattling the windows like a restless ghost. Ryou shivered; it was good to be inside on a night like this, even if he was not in his own home.
He wondered how long he would stay here. Just tonight perhaps? A few more days? He hadn't brought anything with him except the clothes on his back, but perhaps between Yugi and Marik, he would be able to get by with any schoolwork he otherwise couldn't do.
Ryou finished his noodles and disposed of his styrofoam bowl. Picking up Yugi's copy of "The Red Pony" by John Steinbeck and read the required pages; it was easy, since English had been his first language.
He propped up the pillow on the armrest and covered himself with the blankets. If he slept early tonight, he could get to school early tomorrow morning and finish the rest of the assignments in the school library.
Ryou sank into the pillow and evened his breathing. Closing his eyes, he listened to the mantelpiece clock tick and allowed his thoughts to drift.
Sleep didn't come easily. After about half an hour, he found himself tossing and turning, rearranging his blankets several times, checking the clock to see how much time had passed. 8:42. What was Bakura doing now? Was he with Malik? Ryou listened to the beat of his heart, and thought it sounded faster than usual.
Ryou wondered what Malik was doing to Bakura now. He wondered what Bakura was doing to Malik. 9:14. Was Malik a good kisser? Was Malik a better kisser than himself? Probably. They were lovers five millenia ago, after all.
What did Bakura like in bed? Ryou wished he knew. Malik would know. And Bakura would know what Malik would like. 9:40. Did Bakura like to take or be taken? Did he like both? 9:56.
It was impossible to fall asleep. Ryou tried to force the thoughts from his mind, but they always seemed to force their way in somehow. In his tossing and turning, his blankets slipped to the floor and Ryou curled up, shivering. 10:21. A light switched on upstairs; Ryou heard Yugi's feet pat across the hall, heard water running and footsteps back, and saw the light turn off again. 10:31.
He picked up his rapidly cooling blankets and crawled back into them. Taking his dueling deck from his pocket, his fingered the cards, knowing each one by its worn corners and edges. This one was his Man-Eating Bug. This one was a Morphing Jar. This one Nemuriko, Reaper of the Cards, Dark Elf. Change of Heart, Spirit of the Harp, Black Pendant. 10:54.
A soft moan came from Marik's room, then a few heated gasps, a few sighs, through the closed door. Marik was... Ryou smiled wryly at what Marik was doing. He slipped his deck back into his pocket and listened until the sounds faded. Ryou felt oddly comforted in that he and Marik were in similar situations. 11:17.
Ryou heard someone walking down the stairs; he heard the light creak of loose boards and the faint rustle of suede boots on carpet. He sat up and looked over the back of the sofa. Yugi's yami met his eyes, gave him a small half-smile and sat down beside him.
"Ousama?" Ryou queried softly.
~ glossary ~
douzo - it has a very vague meaning... i don't really know how to explain...
example:
Seito (student): Kono enpitsu kezuri wo karite mo ii desu ka? (May I please borrow this pencil sharpener?)
Sensei: Hai, douzo.
or
Seito1: Sumimasen, sono kami wo kudasai. (Excuse me, please give me that paper.)
Seito2: Hai, douzo.
ousama - king
Author's Note:
If you're wondering why it's so late at night, it's the school system in most of Asia. In high school, school lets out around 5 or 6 at night. *shudder*