Koimonogatari
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai, an unanticipated accident, slight humor. 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. *blink* *blink* WHAT ARE *YOU* STARING AT?!
ryoubakurafan[mm.org] / Seto/Jou fan[ff.net] - Must you always have the last word? ^^; Sure, you and your bishies can have your fun together alone. I suppose your CAPS imply that "ALONE" means "without me". ;) Of course why otherwise you would want anyone else to watch / have fun with you and your bishies is beyond me. :)
ATTENTION... anyone have a website? Please visit my new clique! ^_^ (If you used wysiwyg -- What You See Is What You Get, that is, Frontpage/Pagebuilder/Expage, don't even bother. I'm looking for *real* html talent.)
Chapter 12
Taku ni Kitte Imasu
taku ni kitte imasu - coming home
When Ryou woke up, gray light filtered through the curtains. He felt as if something were missing, and found that Yami was not with him. It was still warm where Yami had slept, and Ryou knew that Yami must have gone only when he noticed him awakening.
He stretched his limbs, shivering as his bare arms came into contact with the chill air. Huddling under his blankets, he closed his eyes again. It was so warm, and soft, and the six hours of sleep he'd gotten last night really wasn't enough. Ryou yawned and tried to ignore the sounds of the Mutou household beginning to awaken.
When small feet scurried up and down the stairs and Marik's creaky door swung slowly open, Ryou sighed and threw off the blankets. He made his way sleepily to the powder room and groaned when he saw his reflection in the full length mirror behind the door. Ryou's hair stuck up at odd angles, as if someone had attacked it with a blow dryer. He had slept with his clothes on, and his tossing and turning had left this shirt and pants looking like they had been wrung. He couldn't possibly go to school like this.
Finding a hair brush in one of the drawers, Ryou teased his hair back into some semblance of normalcy. Although he might not have time to iron all of his clothes, he might be able to get his pants done and wear his blue school uniform jacket over the wrinkled shirt.
Ryou found Yugi's grandfather in the kitchen, sliding waffles into the toaster. "Aa, Ojiisan! Ohayou gozaimasu."
"Ohayou, Ryou-kun."
Ryou looked down at himself sheepishly. "Er... may I borrow the ironing board?"
"Sure, it's in the hall closet," Yugi's grandfather said absentmindedly. Ryou nodded and found the ironing board and iron where it should have been. Carrying the unwieldy objects, he nearly ran Yugi over as he turned to close the door of the hall closet.
"Ohayou, Ryou-kun! Genki desu ka?" Yugi was nearly overflowing with energy.
"Ohayou," Ryou said, smiling tiredly. "Maamaa desu." Yugi pursed his lips when he noticed the wrinkled clothing.
"Oops. You should have asked me for spare pjs."
"It's okay, this shouldn't take long," Ryou said.
"No, really! I would lend you a spare uniform, but I'm afraid mine would be too small. Maybe Marik could lend you something." Just then, Marik appeared at his doorway, wearing a freshly ironed black cloak emblazoned with a Sennen insignia. Ryou eyed Marik's attire skeptically.
Yugi sighed. "Um, never mind then... maybe Yami has something you can wear... even thought I've never quite figured out where he got that blue Domino High uniform he used to wear."
As Ryou followed Yugi up the stairs to his and Yami's room, Ryou saw Yami leaning against the doorframe and their eyes met for an instant longer than they should have. Ryou lifted his chin in acknowledgement, and Yami's eyes shone for an instant with a kind smile.
"Hi, Yami. Do you have anything Ryou could wear? He didn't bring a change of clothes."
Yami nodded. "I'll see if I can find any." Ryou watched with a tiny twinge of jealousy as Yami slipped his arm around Yugi possessively.
Yami emerged from the walk-in closet with an armload of clothing, Yugi trailing behind with sweat beading at his forehead and a fevered blush. "Um... I think I'll... leave for now," Yugi stuttered, and made a mad dash for the stairs.
Ryou lifted an eyebrow at Yami. With a smirk, Yami revealed a shoebox under the stack of clothing and opened it to reveal stacks of single-use packets of raspberry flavored lubricant. Ryou choked.
"I guess Yugi found my secret stash," Yami said guiltily. "I should have found a better place to hide things like this than in a shoebox on a closet shelf." Ryou felt the urge to giggle uncontrollably.
Turning back to the clothes, Yami selected a pair of black leather pants and handed them to Ryou. "Here, why don't you try these on?" Ryou held them gingerly in his fingers, blushing. He stepped out of his wrinkled pair and into the leathers, but found that his boxers posed a small problem. The leather pants were pliable and thin, but fitted to his legs like a second skin to where it was cut straight down from the knee.
Yami smirked. "They've gotta go. It's alright, I don't wear anything under mine either. No one can tell." When Ryou started to turn an alarming shade of red, Yami added, "but I'll turn my head if you wish." Ryou breathed a sigh of relief.
After putting on the pants, Yami handed him a white shirt of Egyptian linen so fine it was nearly chiffon. Feeling adventurous, Ryou slipped it on and left it completely unbuttoned, showing a narrow strip of exposed skin from his neck to a bit below his navel.
To complete the effect, Yami lined Ryou's eyes with kohl and added a chain necklace. He guided Ryou to a mirror, smiling with self-satisfied approval. A look of shock crossed Ryou's face, but after a moment, Ryou drawled, "I like it."
Ryou reluctantly put on the blue Domino High jacket; it ruined the effect. Staring at his reflection, he couldn't believe he was actually going to school like this. He almost wished he'd just worn the wrinkled clothes. The principal would send him home for sure.
When he stepped into the kitchen, Yugi nearly spit out his mouthful of syrup-drenched waffle. Marik gave him a slow, mischievous smile. "For Bakura?" he mouthed. Ryou scowled at him.
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Ryou walked to Yugi's house alone. He'd been right; the outfit would get him sent home, just not the fashion he'd thought at first.
It was during his fifth period class, gym, that he had found changing into his gym clothes impossible. The leather pants were impossible to take off, and he had had to go to Makamura-sensei to ask for help. It must have been the most embarrassing thing he'd ever done -- asking a teacher for help taking off his pants, which, coincidentally, he wore nothing under. He shuddered at the thought of what might have happened if Goshima-sensei were still there.
Makamura-sensei had looked him up and down, nodding appreciatively. He'd understood the problem, and instead of helping Ryou change into the gym clothes, he'd simply written Ryou a pass and sent him home, promising not to mark him absent.
When he finished what homework he had, it was already dark. Yugi had gone up to his room, and Marik seemed to have been walking back and forth between the kitchen and the guest room carrying a number of different food items. Ryou closed his eyes and dozed off.
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Ryou snapped out of his half-sleep and remembered abruptly that he needed to ask Yugi what he had missed, since he had left school early. Upstairs, Yugi's door was left carelessly ajar, and it was silent save the sounds of something creaking and hitting the walls in rhythmic thumps.
"Yugi?" Ryou called. When he heard no reply, he pushed the door open a few more inches.
From that point forward, Ryou could not see Yugi as the innocent child that came to others' minds. Both yami and hikari were in a state of half undress, as if it was done in the secrecy and haste of forbidden lovers. Yugi's flushed skin and shallow breaths revealed what had occurred.
"Aishiteru! Aishiteru..." Yugi murmured. Ryou had a sudden attack of deja vu. He'd seen this scene before, somewhere, and suddenly remembered. Taking the light and dark that lay there in post-coital bliss, he replaced the figures with that of Bakura and himself, and saw a scene of a dream he had once had. It seemed so long ago.
Ryou shut the door as quietly as he could. This, more than anything else, made him begin to believe that he was overstaying his welcome.
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After a hearty dinner, there came a knock at the Mutou's door. Marik rose from his seat, excusing himself, and returned to his room as Yugi's grandfather answered the door.
Malik stood in the doorway with a rare smile, something that looked almost genuine and untainted by madness. "Marik?" he called, looking past Yugi's grandfather to where he knew Marik was. "Marik? It's time to go home." He looked down at the elderly storekeeper before him. "Ojiisan, konban wa. Is Ryou here?"
Yugi's grandfather nodded and gestured to Ryou to come over. Ryou stood beside him and looked up coldly at Malik. Malik dismissed the glare. "Ryou, nothing happened. I left right after you did. Come on, let's take you home. Bakura's waiting for you."
Still harboring ill feelings toward the Egyptian, Ryou was about to refuse when Yami placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's alright, Malik, I'll take him home." To Ryou, he said in a low voice, "Go get your clothes. We're leaving now."
Gathering the clothes, now neatly folded, he said goodbye to Yugi and his grandfather and left with Yami.
As they walked down the block toward Ryou's house, Ryou wondered whether Yami had known he had walked in on him. Under the orange streetlight, Yami's hair still seemed a bit disheveled from the tumble in the sheets. Yami looked straight into Ryou's eyes and seeing the uncertainty there, embraced him tightly against his better judgement.
Wordlessly, they reached Ryou's doorstep. With trembling fingers, Ryou rang his own doorbell, and the front door swung open instantly as if Bakura had been waiting on the other side.
Seeing Bakura for the first time in two days made Ryou realize how much he had missed him in such a short period of time. Bakura leered his approval at Ryou's attire and held his arms out. Ryou looked back to Yami for reassurance, but Yami had disappeared. Uncertainly, he walked up the steps and fell into Bakura's arms.
At long last, he removed himself from Bakura's arms and took his yami's hand, tugging him inside. Bakura refused to move. Frustrated, Ryou whispered, "I'll be upstairs."
When Ryou left, Bakura stood at his doorstep, the wind whipping his unruly hair. "Pharaoh," he said calmly. "Where are you? I know you're here." Yami stepped out from the shadows, meeting Bakura's eyes to share a silent understanding. "Thank you," Bakura said after a moment.
Yami only nodded and turned away, knowing how hard it was for Bakura to say.
~ glossary ~
genki desu ka? - "how are you?" or literally, "are you healthy?"
maamaa desu - "I'm so-so" or "I'm okay."
Author's Note:
Ironing board wa nihongo de nan to imasu ka? Shirimasen!
^_^; Ryou and Bakura reunited! YAY!!! *does a little dance* Long chapter!
Warning: Next chapter contains major CITRUS. *drumroll* I didn't know whether to classify it as lemon or lime; it's a bit of both. You're advised to have a box of tissue nearby in case of accidental nosebleeds...
Ryou: Why do I feel like I'm a plaything of your imagination?
Me: Because you are.
Ryou: O_o... er, hehe... please... uh... review?
Fic's Statistics:
[3] more chapters to lemon! ^_^
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai, an unanticipated accident, slight humor. 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. *blink* *blink* WHAT ARE *YOU* STARING AT?!
ryoubakurafan[mm.org] / Seto/Jou fan[ff.net] - Must you always have the last word? ^^; Sure, you and your bishies can have your fun together alone. I suppose your CAPS imply that "ALONE" means "without me". ;) Of course why otherwise you would want anyone else to watch / have fun with you and your bishies is beyond me. :)
ATTENTION... anyone have a website? Please visit my new clique! ^_^ (If you used wysiwyg -- What You See Is What You Get, that is, Frontpage/Pagebuilder/Expage, don't even bother. I'm looking for *real* html talent.)
Chapter 12
Taku ni Kitte Imasu
taku ni kitte imasu - coming home
When Ryou woke up, gray light filtered through the curtains. He felt as if something were missing, and found that Yami was not with him. It was still warm where Yami had slept, and Ryou knew that Yami must have gone only when he noticed him awakening.
He stretched his limbs, shivering as his bare arms came into contact with the chill air. Huddling under his blankets, he closed his eyes again. It was so warm, and soft, and the six hours of sleep he'd gotten last night really wasn't enough. Ryou yawned and tried to ignore the sounds of the Mutou household beginning to awaken.
When small feet scurried up and down the stairs and Marik's creaky door swung slowly open, Ryou sighed and threw off the blankets. He made his way sleepily to the powder room and groaned when he saw his reflection in the full length mirror behind the door. Ryou's hair stuck up at odd angles, as if someone had attacked it with a blow dryer. He had slept with his clothes on, and his tossing and turning had left this shirt and pants looking like they had been wrung. He couldn't possibly go to school like this.
Finding a hair brush in one of the drawers, Ryou teased his hair back into some semblance of normalcy. Although he might not have time to iron all of his clothes, he might be able to get his pants done and wear his blue school uniform jacket over the wrinkled shirt.
Ryou found Yugi's grandfather in the kitchen, sliding waffles into the toaster. "Aa, Ojiisan! Ohayou gozaimasu."
"Ohayou, Ryou-kun."
Ryou looked down at himself sheepishly. "Er... may I borrow the ironing board?"
"Sure, it's in the hall closet," Yugi's grandfather said absentmindedly. Ryou nodded and found the ironing board and iron where it should have been. Carrying the unwieldy objects, he nearly ran Yugi over as he turned to close the door of the hall closet.
"Ohayou, Ryou-kun! Genki desu ka?" Yugi was nearly overflowing with energy.
"Ohayou," Ryou said, smiling tiredly. "Maamaa desu." Yugi pursed his lips when he noticed the wrinkled clothing.
"Oops. You should have asked me for spare pjs."
"It's okay, this shouldn't take long," Ryou said.
"No, really! I would lend you a spare uniform, but I'm afraid mine would be too small. Maybe Marik could lend you something." Just then, Marik appeared at his doorway, wearing a freshly ironed black cloak emblazoned with a Sennen insignia. Ryou eyed Marik's attire skeptically.
Yugi sighed. "Um, never mind then... maybe Yami has something you can wear... even thought I've never quite figured out where he got that blue Domino High uniform he used to wear."
As Ryou followed Yugi up the stairs to his and Yami's room, Ryou saw Yami leaning against the doorframe and their eyes met for an instant longer than they should have. Ryou lifted his chin in acknowledgement, and Yami's eyes shone for an instant with a kind smile.
"Hi, Yami. Do you have anything Ryou could wear? He didn't bring a change of clothes."
Yami nodded. "I'll see if I can find any." Ryou watched with a tiny twinge of jealousy as Yami slipped his arm around Yugi possessively.
Yami emerged from the walk-in closet with an armload of clothing, Yugi trailing behind with sweat beading at his forehead and a fevered blush. "Um... I think I'll... leave for now," Yugi stuttered, and made a mad dash for the stairs.
Ryou lifted an eyebrow at Yami. With a smirk, Yami revealed a shoebox under the stack of clothing and opened it to reveal stacks of single-use packets of raspberry flavored lubricant. Ryou choked.
"I guess Yugi found my secret stash," Yami said guiltily. "I should have found a better place to hide things like this than in a shoebox on a closet shelf." Ryou felt the urge to giggle uncontrollably.
Turning back to the clothes, Yami selected a pair of black leather pants and handed them to Ryou. "Here, why don't you try these on?" Ryou held them gingerly in his fingers, blushing. He stepped out of his wrinkled pair and into the leathers, but found that his boxers posed a small problem. The leather pants were pliable and thin, but fitted to his legs like a second skin to where it was cut straight down from the knee.
Yami smirked. "They've gotta go. It's alright, I don't wear anything under mine either. No one can tell." When Ryou started to turn an alarming shade of red, Yami added, "but I'll turn my head if you wish." Ryou breathed a sigh of relief.
After putting on the pants, Yami handed him a white shirt of Egyptian linen so fine it was nearly chiffon. Feeling adventurous, Ryou slipped it on and left it completely unbuttoned, showing a narrow strip of exposed skin from his neck to a bit below his navel.
To complete the effect, Yami lined Ryou's eyes with kohl and added a chain necklace. He guided Ryou to a mirror, smiling with self-satisfied approval. A look of shock crossed Ryou's face, but after a moment, Ryou drawled, "I like it."
Ryou reluctantly put on the blue Domino High jacket; it ruined the effect. Staring at his reflection, he couldn't believe he was actually going to school like this. He almost wished he'd just worn the wrinkled clothes. The principal would send him home for sure.
When he stepped into the kitchen, Yugi nearly spit out his mouthful of syrup-drenched waffle. Marik gave him a slow, mischievous smile. "For Bakura?" he mouthed. Ryou scowled at him.
¤¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤¤
Ryou walked to Yugi's house alone. He'd been right; the outfit would get him sent home, just not the fashion he'd thought at first.
It was during his fifth period class, gym, that he had found changing into his gym clothes impossible. The leather pants were impossible to take off, and he had had to go to Makamura-sensei to ask for help. It must have been the most embarrassing thing he'd ever done -- asking a teacher for help taking off his pants, which, coincidentally, he wore nothing under. He shuddered at the thought of what might have happened if Goshima-sensei were still there.
Makamura-sensei had looked him up and down, nodding appreciatively. He'd understood the problem, and instead of helping Ryou change into the gym clothes, he'd simply written Ryou a pass and sent him home, promising not to mark him absent.
When he finished what homework he had, it was already dark. Yugi had gone up to his room, and Marik seemed to have been walking back and forth between the kitchen and the guest room carrying a number of different food items. Ryou closed his eyes and dozed off.
¤¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤¤
Ryou snapped out of his half-sleep and remembered abruptly that he needed to ask Yugi what he had missed, since he had left school early. Upstairs, Yugi's door was left carelessly ajar, and it was silent save the sounds of something creaking and hitting the walls in rhythmic thumps.
"Yugi?" Ryou called. When he heard no reply, he pushed the door open a few more inches.
From that point forward, Ryou could not see Yugi as the innocent child that came to others' minds. Both yami and hikari were in a state of half undress, as if it was done in the secrecy and haste of forbidden lovers. Yugi's flushed skin and shallow breaths revealed what had occurred.
"Aishiteru! Aishiteru..." Yugi murmured. Ryou had a sudden attack of deja vu. He'd seen this scene before, somewhere, and suddenly remembered. Taking the light and dark that lay there in post-coital bliss, he replaced the figures with that of Bakura and himself, and saw a scene of a dream he had once had. It seemed so long ago.
Ryou shut the door as quietly as he could. This, more than anything else, made him begin to believe that he was overstaying his welcome.
¤¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤--¤¤
After a hearty dinner, there came a knock at the Mutou's door. Marik rose from his seat, excusing himself, and returned to his room as Yugi's grandfather answered the door.
Malik stood in the doorway with a rare smile, something that looked almost genuine and untainted by madness. "Marik?" he called, looking past Yugi's grandfather to where he knew Marik was. "Marik? It's time to go home." He looked down at the elderly storekeeper before him. "Ojiisan, konban wa. Is Ryou here?"
Yugi's grandfather nodded and gestured to Ryou to come over. Ryou stood beside him and looked up coldly at Malik. Malik dismissed the glare. "Ryou, nothing happened. I left right after you did. Come on, let's take you home. Bakura's waiting for you."
Still harboring ill feelings toward the Egyptian, Ryou was about to refuse when Yami placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's alright, Malik, I'll take him home." To Ryou, he said in a low voice, "Go get your clothes. We're leaving now."
Gathering the clothes, now neatly folded, he said goodbye to Yugi and his grandfather and left with Yami.
As they walked down the block toward Ryou's house, Ryou wondered whether Yami had known he had walked in on him. Under the orange streetlight, Yami's hair still seemed a bit disheveled from the tumble in the sheets. Yami looked straight into Ryou's eyes and seeing the uncertainty there, embraced him tightly against his better judgement.
Wordlessly, they reached Ryou's doorstep. With trembling fingers, Ryou rang his own doorbell, and the front door swung open instantly as if Bakura had been waiting on the other side.
Seeing Bakura for the first time in two days made Ryou realize how much he had missed him in such a short period of time. Bakura leered his approval at Ryou's attire and held his arms out. Ryou looked back to Yami for reassurance, but Yami had disappeared. Uncertainly, he walked up the steps and fell into Bakura's arms.
At long last, he removed himself from Bakura's arms and took his yami's hand, tugging him inside. Bakura refused to move. Frustrated, Ryou whispered, "I'll be upstairs."
When Ryou left, Bakura stood at his doorstep, the wind whipping his unruly hair. "Pharaoh," he said calmly. "Where are you? I know you're here." Yami stepped out from the shadows, meeting Bakura's eyes to share a silent understanding. "Thank you," Bakura said after a moment.
Yami only nodded and turned away, knowing how hard it was for Bakura to say.
~ glossary ~
genki desu ka? - "how are you?" or literally, "are you healthy?"
maamaa desu - "I'm so-so" or "I'm okay."
Author's Note:
Ironing board wa nihongo de nan to imasu ka? Shirimasen!
^_^; Ryou and Bakura reunited! YAY!!! *does a little dance* Long chapter!
Warning: Next chapter contains major CITRUS. *drumroll* I didn't know whether to classify it as lemon or lime; it's a bit of both. You're advised to have a box of tissue nearby in case of accidental nosebleeds...
Ryou: Why do I feel like I'm a plaything of your imagination?
Me: Because you are.
Ryou: O_o... er, hehe... please... uh... review?
Fic's Statistics:
[3] more chapters to lemon! ^_^