You still here? YAAAAY! *crickets chirping* Oh. Okidoki, I'll write this anyway! WARNING! Almost-rape (Comes to senses). It's not what you'd expect.
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Chapter Three~ Unwelcomed Attention
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When I awake, it is to a slam. Startled, I bolt up, my eyes darting around the cramped, bare cell. All I find is a tray, on the bedside table, with a bowl of oatmeal- looks like raisin- and a small cup of some sort of red juice-stuff. Swinging my long legs out of the bed, I begin to munch. Oh, good, the oatmeal has cinnamon and brown sugar, too. That's an interesting combination. Maybe they ran low of one type, so mixed them. All I know is, it's pretty tasty. The juice- punch, really- is too sweet, so I down it and wash it down with the oatmeal. Afterwards, I pull out the handheld PC Kaiba-kun gave me, and take a quick glance. Turning it on, I push the MENU button. A list comes on, of some programs. WordMaster, Virtualopolis, MediaStar, etc. And Tele-Com Central. I select this, and, as I suspect, it is the cell-phone/email program. I explore for a while, before finding the address book. Hm. I look up Yugi's number, and press the ENTER button to autodial.
"Moshi moshi, Mutou Sugoroku desu."
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Mutou-san. Bakura Ryou desu. Is Yugi-kun there?"
"Hai. One minute, please!"
I smile, thankful that I would be able to speak with my friend. He picks up the other line. "Moshi moshi, Ryou-kun! What's up?"
"Me, I think. I don't know, I could just be dead and in hell." I keep my voice light, to show I'm just joking.
"Oh. Hell's not fun."
"I don't know, it's pretty boring."
"Boring? Want me to come over to hang out?"
"Oh, I wouldn't want to screw up your- wait, what day is it?"
"Saturday."
"Your weekend. I wouldn't want you to waste it on me-"
"Waste? Ryou-kun, you're my friend! I'm not gonna just let you rot away in there alone!" Grateful, I give a slight chuckle.
"Arigatou. You're a real friend, you know?"
"I hope so. I hope I'm real!" We have a good laugh over this.
"Okay, see you soon!"
"Ryou-kun! Hey!" Yugi pulls me into a kind hug, which I return. "So you figured out how to use the computer?"
"No, I learned how to tap into the phone lines telepathically. Of course I did!" He grins at this small bit of sarcasm.
"Oh! It took you that long to find out how? I learned that a year and a half ago!" We bust up, and I find myself leaning against him, my laughing weakens me so much. My stomach churns, and I remind myself to not laugh so hard so soon after eating. He wraps an arm companionably around my shoulders, and I rest my head against his.
"Man, I didn't sleep that well." My carelessly muttered confession causes my small friend to raise an eyebrow.
"Oh? Akh? (Why?)"
"Ah, I just didn't feel too well last night."
"Are you okay now?"
"Yeah, I think so." Khem, khem, khem! The last thing you need is for Yugi to start asking questions.
"I hope so! I don't want to see you hurt." He gently scratches my back, and I feel my stomach settle. Closing my eyes, I let my head droop lazily. I take a deep breath, and release it slowly. The feel of someone working to calm me is intoxicating, and I lay my head on his shoulder.
"Thank you so much, Yugi-kun. I don't know what I'd do without you." Touched by his compassion, I find myself growing comfortable against him. Comfortable?
"Ryou-kun, no problem. I know how it feels to not be able to get away from something that's not your fault. I can't help that I've got the Puzzle, 'cause if I give it away, or anything happens to it, I'd be totally scared. Scared for the world, yeah, because with that kind of power, only the Gods know what could be done. But I'd be more scared for Yami. He's just so alone, except for me, really. No one else really tries to talk to him. And he's confused about his past, even though he's learned a lot. But I've gotta be there for Yami."
I feel waves of envy pour through me, as I think of Yugi getting along so well with Yugioh-san. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, and pull Yugi into a tighter embrace. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. So warm...
So warm, and so kind. So soft, and caring. Such a friend, and so great. I feel accepted, like he won't reject me. Like he won't leave me...
Leave me? But he'll have to, eventually. Oh, but he's just so kind...
So full, so innocent. He won't hurt me. He won't reject me. He won't hate me. He's too loving. He won't make me feel bad, for what I feel. He won't call me stupid, or pathetic, or hurt me. He'll stay!
I wrap my arms around his slim waist, pulling him into a passionate cuddle. Pressing my lips to his forehead, I murmur quietly, "Thank you."
"For- for what?" I don't even notice the flustered stammer.
"For being here for me. For offering your support, your sympathy. For cheering me up. For accepting me for who I am, and for being my friend." I press my cheek to his, nuzzling it softly before I continue, in a low, heartfelt tone. "Yugi, I can't take it anymore. I need you!"
He gasps, his deep violet eyes growing wide and nervous. "What? Ryou-kun, I-" I cut him off with my lips upon his, claiming them desperately. His hands on my shoulders push, but I wrap my fingers in his silken black hair. Releasing the kiss, I trail them down his smooth neck.
"Ryou-kun, wait- I- I just- please- I- no, please! Stop!" His words don't register. I need this. I need to feel loved. His trembling- shaking, really- feels good to my lips, and I press him onto the bed. "Aah, Ryou-kun, no! Let me- hold it! Stop! No, please, I just- I don't- please, no, I- ah- I don't- aaah- want this! Ryou-kun- no! Damnit, knock- unh- knock it off! Ehhh- Ryou-kun-" Again I kiss him, my tongue demanding permission to enter. His teeth clench, but chatter. I begin to caress his jawline, and his lips quiver open. I easily dominate him, slipping my hands into his shirt. He jerks away with a sharp inhalation, squirming and panting. "Ryou-kun, I don't want to- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He moans as I begin to stroke his chest, directly in the vulnerable center. Pulling his tee shirt off, I kiss the side of his neck, and he whimpers.
"Yugi, I need you. I need this. I need to be loved," I breathe in his ear, and he turns his head away. Licking his earlobe, I run my fingers down his bare back. He shivers, but makes no other motion. I allow my tongue to run down his neck, shoulder, chest. His chest heaves with his panting, and I clutch him to me possessively.
"I'm sorry." A mere whisper.
"Nani?" I freeze.
"I'm sorry. I thought that you wanted to talk. I didn't know you expected this." His eyes are squeezed shut, and he shudders. "I didn't know that you thought that I was a slut." I gasp, my arousal retreating. Slut? I back away, tears forming in my eyes. Releasing him, I gaze into midair in shock.
"Sl-slut? I- I don't-"
"Then why? Why were you taking it out on me?" His voice quavers, and as I look back at him, I see bitter tears in his eyes. My breath catches in my throat, and I bury my face in my hands.
"Ah, Neteru! I- I'm so sorry! I- oh, no, shit! What have I done? I- Yugi-kun, I can't believe I-"
"Well you did!" He screams this with a sob. "You were about to freaking- ugh! I- I can't believe it either! And all that talk about friends!" He grabs his shirt, and indignantly yanks it back on. "I hate to say this to someone I care about, but Ryou-kun, I don't want to see you until you've got your head on straight! I don't want to deal with you unless I can be sure you're not going to try to screw me! I was trying to help you, and- ugh!" In frustration, he slams one small fist into his palm. Fully ashamed, I walk over to the window, resting my feverish forehead to the cool pane of glass.
"I know." I grasp the bars of the window, trying to control my crying. "I know, and I'm sorry-"
"Sorry? SORRY? How dare you talk about sorry? Say sorry to someone you weren't trying to lay!"
"Yugi! May I please speak? I can't believe I betrayed you like that. I- I'm so sorry, I just, I never thought you're a slut! Ankh Neter, Yugi, if anything, I'm the slut here! I can't believe I was so- aaah!" I collapse, weeping. "Yugi-kun, I'm sorry! Just, please, even if you don't visit again, can I please still call?" The only sounds for several seconds are that of his heavy breathing and my jerking sobs. Then, he replies.
"Yes. Just- never tell anyone of this. If Yami were to find out..." He leaves it hanging, and I understand. Suddenly, a terrifying thought occurs to me.
~~~~"I- I never wanted you to think that! That's not all of it, there's the fact that I need you!"
"Are you sure? Or are you just lonely?"~~~~
Neteru. Bakura-sama- oh, no! I had been doing to Yugi what Bakura-sama had feared I'd do to him! What if- what if Bakura-sama was right? I punch the floor, and swear. What if Bakura-sama was right, and that I couldn't understand the difference between love and loneliness?
"Ryou-kun, are you going to be okay?" Yugi's voice, still cautious, nonetheless holds concern. I sigh.
"Yugi-kun, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dragged you into this. This was between my yami and I, and I- I can't believe I-"
"What was between you and I?" Oh, shit. That harsh voice could only come from one person.
"Bakura-sama! Master, I'm sorry! It's nothing!" Just when did he come out of the Ring? Yugi grasps the Millennium Puzzle, and assumes a defensive posture.
"Nothing? Hm. By the stressed-out looks on your faces, I'd say you're dealing with a shitload more than nothing."
"Bakura-san, Ryou-kun is right! We're fine."
"Fine? Then why is my hikari's face red? Or his eyes? And why are his pants bulging like that?" WHAT? Oh, shit! Is my body still turned on? Yugi is quick to answer, though.
"We were reading some depressing lemony stuff on his pocket-PC. It was pretty hot, even though it was a bummer story." Thank you, Yugi.
"Well, whatever."
Yugi stands, stretches, and gives me a friendly punch on the shoulder. When he picked that move up from Jonouchi, I don't know, but at least he doesn't pound like the blond does. "Well, I oughta go. I promised Honda that I'd help him with his motorcycle."
"And you know just what about motorcycles?"
"I know more about the tools used to fix them. I'm basically only going to hand him stuff."
The excuse is near bullshit, but it's solid enough for my yami. "Okay. Sayonara, Yugi-kun!"
"Ja ne! See ya later, Ryou-kun!" Bakura-sama hides behind the door as Yugi leaves through it, but when it closes, he stands there, tapping his foot.
"See? You're an idiot." I glare as those words have more of an effect upon me than I let on.
"Oh? What now?"
"Well, let me see. From the looks of things, 1) You tried to screw the Pharaoh's hikari. Dumb move. 2) You did it against his will. Dumber move. 3) You lied to me. REALLY dumb move. And last, you're an idiot because you thought that first, you could find love with me, and then you thought you could find love from the pipsqueak. You little dumbass. You're just a little slut, aren't you? Trying to get some from anyone you can. Well let me tell you something, hikari. THERE. IS. NO. LOVE! If there was love, you wouldn't be in here. If there was love, you'd be screwing the brains out of the Pharaoh's hikari right now. If there was love, then I'd be able to get some! Well, Ryou, you want love? Tough. There's no such thing! But if you want sex, then fine! Call your friends and have them come over, I'm sure they'd love to spend some 'quality' time with you!" And with this, he disappeared into the Ring. Terrified more by my own actions than his words, I sat on the edge of my bed, pulling my knees to my chest and uneasily rocking myself.
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O_O; Okay, that came out strangely. But I think it works. Is this too lemony for PG-13? Should I raise the rating? Please be honest with me. All right, I think I can get away with saying this is not cliche`. I've never read a fic like this. Do I portray the characters well? Don't flame, because it's just not intelligent to go around writing reviews that say "this sucks." Make COHERENT, RELEVANT comments!
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Chapter Three~ Unwelcomed Attention
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When I awake, it is to a slam. Startled, I bolt up, my eyes darting around the cramped, bare cell. All I find is a tray, on the bedside table, with a bowl of oatmeal- looks like raisin- and a small cup of some sort of red juice-stuff. Swinging my long legs out of the bed, I begin to munch. Oh, good, the oatmeal has cinnamon and brown sugar, too. That's an interesting combination. Maybe they ran low of one type, so mixed them. All I know is, it's pretty tasty. The juice- punch, really- is too sweet, so I down it and wash it down with the oatmeal. Afterwards, I pull out the handheld PC Kaiba-kun gave me, and take a quick glance. Turning it on, I push the MENU button. A list comes on, of some programs. WordMaster, Virtualopolis, MediaStar, etc. And Tele-Com Central. I select this, and, as I suspect, it is the cell-phone/email program. I explore for a while, before finding the address book. Hm. I look up Yugi's number, and press the ENTER button to autodial.
"Moshi moshi, Mutou Sugoroku desu."
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Mutou-san. Bakura Ryou desu. Is Yugi-kun there?"
"Hai. One minute, please!"
I smile, thankful that I would be able to speak with my friend. He picks up the other line. "Moshi moshi, Ryou-kun! What's up?"
"Me, I think. I don't know, I could just be dead and in hell." I keep my voice light, to show I'm just joking.
"Oh. Hell's not fun."
"I don't know, it's pretty boring."
"Boring? Want me to come over to hang out?"
"Oh, I wouldn't want to screw up your- wait, what day is it?"
"Saturday."
"Your weekend. I wouldn't want you to waste it on me-"
"Waste? Ryou-kun, you're my friend! I'm not gonna just let you rot away in there alone!" Grateful, I give a slight chuckle.
"Arigatou. You're a real friend, you know?"
"I hope so. I hope I'm real!" We have a good laugh over this.
"Okay, see you soon!"
"Ryou-kun! Hey!" Yugi pulls me into a kind hug, which I return. "So you figured out how to use the computer?"
"No, I learned how to tap into the phone lines telepathically. Of course I did!" He grins at this small bit of sarcasm.
"Oh! It took you that long to find out how? I learned that a year and a half ago!" We bust up, and I find myself leaning against him, my laughing weakens me so much. My stomach churns, and I remind myself to not laugh so hard so soon after eating. He wraps an arm companionably around my shoulders, and I rest my head against his.
"Man, I didn't sleep that well." My carelessly muttered confession causes my small friend to raise an eyebrow.
"Oh? Akh? (Why?)"
"Ah, I just didn't feel too well last night."
"Are you okay now?"
"Yeah, I think so." Khem, khem, khem! The last thing you need is for Yugi to start asking questions.
"I hope so! I don't want to see you hurt." He gently scratches my back, and I feel my stomach settle. Closing my eyes, I let my head droop lazily. I take a deep breath, and release it slowly. The feel of someone working to calm me is intoxicating, and I lay my head on his shoulder.
"Thank you so much, Yugi-kun. I don't know what I'd do without you." Touched by his compassion, I find myself growing comfortable against him. Comfortable?
"Ryou-kun, no problem. I know how it feels to not be able to get away from something that's not your fault. I can't help that I've got the Puzzle, 'cause if I give it away, or anything happens to it, I'd be totally scared. Scared for the world, yeah, because with that kind of power, only the Gods know what could be done. But I'd be more scared for Yami. He's just so alone, except for me, really. No one else really tries to talk to him. And he's confused about his past, even though he's learned a lot. But I've gotta be there for Yami."
I feel waves of envy pour through me, as I think of Yugi getting along so well with Yugioh-san. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, and pull Yugi into a tighter embrace. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. So warm...
So warm, and so kind. So soft, and caring. Such a friend, and so great. I feel accepted, like he won't reject me. Like he won't leave me...
Leave me? But he'll have to, eventually. Oh, but he's just so kind...
So full, so innocent. He won't hurt me. He won't reject me. He won't hate me. He's too loving. He won't make me feel bad, for what I feel. He won't call me stupid, or pathetic, or hurt me. He'll stay!
I wrap my arms around his slim waist, pulling him into a passionate cuddle. Pressing my lips to his forehead, I murmur quietly, "Thank you."
"For- for what?" I don't even notice the flustered stammer.
"For being here for me. For offering your support, your sympathy. For cheering me up. For accepting me for who I am, and for being my friend." I press my cheek to his, nuzzling it softly before I continue, in a low, heartfelt tone. "Yugi, I can't take it anymore. I need you!"
He gasps, his deep violet eyes growing wide and nervous. "What? Ryou-kun, I-" I cut him off with my lips upon his, claiming them desperately. His hands on my shoulders push, but I wrap my fingers in his silken black hair. Releasing the kiss, I trail them down his smooth neck.
"Ryou-kun, wait- I- I just- please- I- no, please! Stop!" His words don't register. I need this. I need to feel loved. His trembling- shaking, really- feels good to my lips, and I press him onto the bed. "Aah, Ryou-kun, no! Let me- hold it! Stop! No, please, I just- I don't- please, no, I- ah- I don't- aaah- want this! Ryou-kun- no! Damnit, knock- unh- knock it off! Ehhh- Ryou-kun-" Again I kiss him, my tongue demanding permission to enter. His teeth clench, but chatter. I begin to caress his jawline, and his lips quiver open. I easily dominate him, slipping my hands into his shirt. He jerks away with a sharp inhalation, squirming and panting. "Ryou-kun, I don't want to- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He moans as I begin to stroke his chest, directly in the vulnerable center. Pulling his tee shirt off, I kiss the side of his neck, and he whimpers.
"Yugi, I need you. I need this. I need to be loved," I breathe in his ear, and he turns his head away. Licking his earlobe, I run my fingers down his bare back. He shivers, but makes no other motion. I allow my tongue to run down his neck, shoulder, chest. His chest heaves with his panting, and I clutch him to me possessively.
"I'm sorry." A mere whisper.
"Nani?" I freeze.
"I'm sorry. I thought that you wanted to talk. I didn't know you expected this." His eyes are squeezed shut, and he shudders. "I didn't know that you thought that I was a slut." I gasp, my arousal retreating. Slut? I back away, tears forming in my eyes. Releasing him, I gaze into midair in shock.
"Sl-slut? I- I don't-"
"Then why? Why were you taking it out on me?" His voice quavers, and as I look back at him, I see bitter tears in his eyes. My breath catches in my throat, and I bury my face in my hands.
"Ah, Neteru! I- I'm so sorry! I- oh, no, shit! What have I done? I- Yugi-kun, I can't believe I-"
"Well you did!" He screams this with a sob. "You were about to freaking- ugh! I- I can't believe it either! And all that talk about friends!" He grabs his shirt, and indignantly yanks it back on. "I hate to say this to someone I care about, but Ryou-kun, I don't want to see you until you've got your head on straight! I don't want to deal with you unless I can be sure you're not going to try to screw me! I was trying to help you, and- ugh!" In frustration, he slams one small fist into his palm. Fully ashamed, I walk over to the window, resting my feverish forehead to the cool pane of glass.
"I know." I grasp the bars of the window, trying to control my crying. "I know, and I'm sorry-"
"Sorry? SORRY? How dare you talk about sorry? Say sorry to someone you weren't trying to lay!"
"Yugi! May I please speak? I can't believe I betrayed you like that. I- I'm so sorry, I just, I never thought you're a slut! Ankh Neter, Yugi, if anything, I'm the slut here! I can't believe I was so- aaah!" I collapse, weeping. "Yugi-kun, I'm sorry! Just, please, even if you don't visit again, can I please still call?" The only sounds for several seconds are that of his heavy breathing and my jerking sobs. Then, he replies.
"Yes. Just- never tell anyone of this. If Yami were to find out..." He leaves it hanging, and I understand. Suddenly, a terrifying thought occurs to me.
~~~~"I- I never wanted you to think that! That's not all of it, there's the fact that I need you!"
"Are you sure? Or are you just lonely?"~~~~
Neteru. Bakura-sama- oh, no! I had been doing to Yugi what Bakura-sama had feared I'd do to him! What if- what if Bakura-sama was right? I punch the floor, and swear. What if Bakura-sama was right, and that I couldn't understand the difference between love and loneliness?
"Ryou-kun, are you going to be okay?" Yugi's voice, still cautious, nonetheless holds concern. I sigh.
"Yugi-kun, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dragged you into this. This was between my yami and I, and I- I can't believe I-"
"What was between you and I?" Oh, shit. That harsh voice could only come from one person.
"Bakura-sama! Master, I'm sorry! It's nothing!" Just when did he come out of the Ring? Yugi grasps the Millennium Puzzle, and assumes a defensive posture.
"Nothing? Hm. By the stressed-out looks on your faces, I'd say you're dealing with a shitload more than nothing."
"Bakura-san, Ryou-kun is right! We're fine."
"Fine? Then why is my hikari's face red? Or his eyes? And why are his pants bulging like that?" WHAT? Oh, shit! Is my body still turned on? Yugi is quick to answer, though.
"We were reading some depressing lemony stuff on his pocket-PC. It was pretty hot, even though it was a bummer story." Thank you, Yugi.
"Well, whatever."
Yugi stands, stretches, and gives me a friendly punch on the shoulder. When he picked that move up from Jonouchi, I don't know, but at least he doesn't pound like the blond does. "Well, I oughta go. I promised Honda that I'd help him with his motorcycle."
"And you know just what about motorcycles?"
"I know more about the tools used to fix them. I'm basically only going to hand him stuff."
The excuse is near bullshit, but it's solid enough for my yami. "Okay. Sayonara, Yugi-kun!"
"Ja ne! See ya later, Ryou-kun!" Bakura-sama hides behind the door as Yugi leaves through it, but when it closes, he stands there, tapping his foot.
"See? You're an idiot." I glare as those words have more of an effect upon me than I let on.
"Oh? What now?"
"Well, let me see. From the looks of things, 1) You tried to screw the Pharaoh's hikari. Dumb move. 2) You did it against his will. Dumber move. 3) You lied to me. REALLY dumb move. And last, you're an idiot because you thought that first, you could find love with me, and then you thought you could find love from the pipsqueak. You little dumbass. You're just a little slut, aren't you? Trying to get some from anyone you can. Well let me tell you something, hikari. THERE. IS. NO. LOVE! If there was love, you wouldn't be in here. If there was love, you'd be screwing the brains out of the Pharaoh's hikari right now. If there was love, then I'd be able to get some! Well, Ryou, you want love? Tough. There's no such thing! But if you want sex, then fine! Call your friends and have them come over, I'm sure they'd love to spend some 'quality' time with you!" And with this, he disappeared into the Ring. Terrified more by my own actions than his words, I sat on the edge of my bed, pulling my knees to my chest and uneasily rocking myself.
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O_O; Okay, that came out strangely. But I think it works. Is this too lemony for PG-13? Should I raise the rating? Please be honest with me. All right, I think I can get away with saying this is not cliche`. I've never read a fic like this. Do I portray the characters well? Don't flame, because it's just not intelligent to go around writing reviews that say "this sucks." Make COHERENT, RELEVANT comments!