LD: Hello again, my loveerly reviewer/readers.
Yugi: Will you stop using non-existent words? The spell check is going nuts on you.
LD: I noticed. Craptacular!
Marik: There you go, doing it again!
LD: Why can't you be nice to me? I am the auth..::gapes blankly as she realizes she has authoress powers::
Ryou: Oh shit.
Yugi: We are SO doomed.
Bakura: ...And Ra take my soul to his side for eternity...
::LD starts to grin spasmodically::
Marik: Hey, where did Shade go?
LD: Huh? Whatyasay?
Ryou: Where is Shade?
LD: He's been in his room for about a week...
Yugi: (to Bakura) Do you think he's sick?
LD..With his boyfriend.
All: ..eep!
LD: Uh.story, perchance? Who has done the disclaimer..Myself and Shade..Bakura?
Bakura: Damn. Lady Darkmoon doesn't own Yugioh. Or any of it's affiliates. She wants to though, and might kidnap an executive's child and hold them for ransom. Are you paying for your internet yet?
LD: No..Wait..I think so...maybe?
Bakura: She doesn't even own her internet connection. How sad is that?
::LD uses authoress powers to give Bakura red bunny ears and tail:::
LD: Take that, you cutie! And I do too own my Internet connection!
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Chapter..uh..Three? Yeah, That's it!
A long, sleek leg, seeming even longer, wrapped as it was in fishnet stockings of the palest blue, twined delicately around a narrow pole, supporting the weight of a slender body. Ryou bent backwards and quirked his fingers in a subtle beckoning gesture, his arms swaying lithely, they too encased in a fishnet casing. His mind was not on the routine, however...he was so used to the sultry movements that he needn't concentrate on them at all.
His mind was instead focused on a more worrisome topic.
Yugi
* * *
* *
Earlier:
The bell rang. Everyone in the class, with the exception of Ryou, flooded out the door, Yugi included, leaving the white-haired boy staring thoughtfully at a few spots of red gleaming menacingly from the desk next to him.
"What?"
Without his knowledge, the teacher had walked up behind him and gave voice to a question. Ryou gazed apologetically into the elderly face of his homeroom teacher.
"I asked, Aren't you going to lunch, Ryou?" The pale boy flushed and nodded, grabbing his backpack and fleeing swiftly. He NEEDED to catch up with Yugi..
But first, the bathroom. Then he could find the boy with multi-colored hair.
He pushed the cream-colored door open and glanced around.
Empty.
Perfect.
Ryou slunk into one of the stalls, locking the door behind him. He flipped the plastic seat and cover down over the disgusting porcelain bowl and sat down, pulling his legs into the lotus position so no one could tell that he was inside. Not that anyone WOULD come it...nobody in their right mind used these foul school restrooms.
At least not for the intended purpose of bathrooms.
With eagerly trembling fingers, Ryou carefully and quickly reached into a concealed compartment in the sole of his tennis shoes, withdrawing a small, double-ziplocked baggie of white crystalline power.
Popping the seals on the bag, he started to upend the substance into his hand when the sound of the bathroom door banging open knocked him out of his reprieve. He shoved the bag back into his shoe after carefully, almost lovingly, closing it.
"DamnfuckshitcrapfuckdamndamnfuckfuckfuckFUCK!"
The voice of the intruder was, surprisingly, recognized. Yugi? What was HE doing in HERE? And using that kind of language! It seemed far too out of character for the cheerful boy...but then, so was blood leaking out from under a bandage wrapped around a thin wrist...
Ryou unlocked the stall and pushed the door open. Sure enough, there Yugi stood, forehead resting against a mirror and braid hanging limply down his back. His right hand moved out from behind the protective shield of his chest. Something flashed. A needle?
"Yugi?"
"Hold on Ryou, just let me finish.." The words were slightly muffled, and, Ryou figured from the obvious tension in the smaller student's face muscles, forced out from between clenched teeth.
Ryou moved alongside of Yugi and stared in horrified fascination he realized exactly what it was that was happening.
The sewing needle flashed again in the dim light as Yugi gingerly pushed the needle through the ragged flesh alongside a vicious gash in the shorter boy's wrist. A thick black line of precise, even stitches already marred the smooth skin that was shredded by the cut. The hand upon which Yugi worked twitched faintly every so often.
Sweat stood out on the boy's gray-tinted face as he finished the last stitch. His ragged breathing regained its rhythm as he weakly re-wrapped the wrist with clean bandages.
Another moment later, a smile plastered across his face, he turned to the stricken Ryou.
"You needed something?"
* * * * * * *
Ryou fought back a shiver of revulsion as he finished his performance. Why had Yugi done that?...Why hadn't he....
Ryou's brain nearly shut down as the craving hit him. Rushing backstage as fast as possible, he brushed past a startled Marice and lunged into his dressing-room, kicking the door closed and ripping open the third drawer down on his vanity.
Push aside the magazines, toss the candy wrappers away, open the fake bible and push the button inside, slide open the hidden fourth drawer, take out the plastic bag of wonderful powder.
Upend the bag on the tabletop. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
Inhale,
Inhale.
INHALE.
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LD: BWAHAHAHA! I AM WARPED! RYOU IS A DRUGGIE!
Bakura: (still with bunny ears and tail) You sick fuck!
LD: HAHA!
Yugi: Uh.please review...
Bakura: I'll kick you fucking ass for doing that to my Ryou!
Yugi and Marik: O.o!
Yugi: Will you stop using non-existent words? The spell check is going nuts on you.
LD: I noticed. Craptacular!
Marik: There you go, doing it again!
LD: Why can't you be nice to me? I am the auth..::gapes blankly as she realizes she has authoress powers::
Ryou: Oh shit.
Yugi: We are SO doomed.
Bakura: ...And Ra take my soul to his side for eternity...
::LD starts to grin spasmodically::
Marik: Hey, where did Shade go?
LD: Huh? Whatyasay?
Ryou: Where is Shade?
LD: He's been in his room for about a week...
Yugi: (to Bakura) Do you think he's sick?
LD..With his boyfriend.
All: ..eep!
LD: Uh.story, perchance? Who has done the disclaimer..Myself and Shade..Bakura?
Bakura: Damn. Lady Darkmoon doesn't own Yugioh. Or any of it's affiliates. She wants to though, and might kidnap an executive's child and hold them for ransom. Are you paying for your internet yet?
LD: No..Wait..I think so...maybe?
Bakura: She doesn't even own her internet connection. How sad is that?
::LD uses authoress powers to give Bakura red bunny ears and tail:::
LD: Take that, you cutie! And I do too own my Internet connection!
************ ********************* ******************** ******
Chapter..uh..Three? Yeah, That's it!
A long, sleek leg, seeming even longer, wrapped as it was in fishnet stockings of the palest blue, twined delicately around a narrow pole, supporting the weight of a slender body. Ryou bent backwards and quirked his fingers in a subtle beckoning gesture, his arms swaying lithely, they too encased in a fishnet casing. His mind was not on the routine, however...he was so used to the sultry movements that he needn't concentrate on them at all.
His mind was instead focused on a more worrisome topic.
Yugi
* * *
* *
Earlier:
The bell rang. Everyone in the class, with the exception of Ryou, flooded out the door, Yugi included, leaving the white-haired boy staring thoughtfully at a few spots of red gleaming menacingly from the desk next to him.
"What?"
Without his knowledge, the teacher had walked up behind him and gave voice to a question. Ryou gazed apologetically into the elderly face of his homeroom teacher.
"I asked, Aren't you going to lunch, Ryou?" The pale boy flushed and nodded, grabbing his backpack and fleeing swiftly. He NEEDED to catch up with Yugi..
But first, the bathroom. Then he could find the boy with multi-colored hair.
He pushed the cream-colored door open and glanced around.
Empty.
Perfect.
Ryou slunk into one of the stalls, locking the door behind him. He flipped the plastic seat and cover down over the disgusting porcelain bowl and sat down, pulling his legs into the lotus position so no one could tell that he was inside. Not that anyone WOULD come it...nobody in their right mind used these foul school restrooms.
At least not for the intended purpose of bathrooms.
With eagerly trembling fingers, Ryou carefully and quickly reached into a concealed compartment in the sole of his tennis shoes, withdrawing a small, double-ziplocked baggie of white crystalline power.
Popping the seals on the bag, he started to upend the substance into his hand when the sound of the bathroom door banging open knocked him out of his reprieve. He shoved the bag back into his shoe after carefully, almost lovingly, closing it.
"DamnfuckshitcrapfuckdamndamnfuckfuckfuckFUCK!"
The voice of the intruder was, surprisingly, recognized. Yugi? What was HE doing in HERE? And using that kind of language! It seemed far too out of character for the cheerful boy...but then, so was blood leaking out from under a bandage wrapped around a thin wrist...
Ryou unlocked the stall and pushed the door open. Sure enough, there Yugi stood, forehead resting against a mirror and braid hanging limply down his back. His right hand moved out from behind the protective shield of his chest. Something flashed. A needle?
"Yugi?"
"Hold on Ryou, just let me finish.." The words were slightly muffled, and, Ryou figured from the obvious tension in the smaller student's face muscles, forced out from between clenched teeth.
Ryou moved alongside of Yugi and stared in horrified fascination he realized exactly what it was that was happening.
The sewing needle flashed again in the dim light as Yugi gingerly pushed the needle through the ragged flesh alongside a vicious gash in the shorter boy's wrist. A thick black line of precise, even stitches already marred the smooth skin that was shredded by the cut. The hand upon which Yugi worked twitched faintly every so often.
Sweat stood out on the boy's gray-tinted face as he finished the last stitch. His ragged breathing regained its rhythm as he weakly re-wrapped the wrist with clean bandages.
Another moment later, a smile plastered across his face, he turned to the stricken Ryou.
"You needed something?"
* * * * * * *
Ryou fought back a shiver of revulsion as he finished his performance. Why had Yugi done that?...Why hadn't he....
Ryou's brain nearly shut down as the craving hit him. Rushing backstage as fast as possible, he brushed past a startled Marice and lunged into his dressing-room, kicking the door closed and ripping open the third drawer down on his vanity.
Push aside the magazines, toss the candy wrappers away, open the fake bible and push the button inside, slide open the hidden fourth drawer, take out the plastic bag of wonderful powder.
Upend the bag on the tabletop. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
Inhale,
Inhale.
INHALE.
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LD: BWAHAHAHA! I AM WARPED! RYOU IS A DRUGGIE!
Bakura: (still with bunny ears and tail) You sick fuck!
LD: HAHA!
Yugi: Uh.please review...
Bakura: I'll kick you fucking ass for doing that to my Ryou!
Yugi and Marik: O.o!