Emerald Dice: Ryuuji Otogi

Authoress notes: This is a Ryuuji fic from his point of view & I got the idea while walking across the Harbor Bridge!!! ^.^;;

Disclaimer: Me no own dis! *points up* I wish I owned a Ryuuji plushie! *pouts* k baibai!

LET THE FUN BEGIN!!!! MWAHAHAHA *cough* .

Whoosh! A cold breeze cam through the window of my small bedroom. I shivered. My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I got out of bed. It was snowing /damn/ I thought. The darkness was like a trap; I wandered to the door & turned on the light. A burst of colours filled the room. I looked down at my wrist; it was 2:00 am, time to go to the club.

I made haste as I pulled on some leather, black pants & deep red sleeveless. I admired myself in the mirror for a second then shivered. "Darn Window!" I ran to the window & slammed it hard. I then tied my long black hair back. The other day someone told me, that my hair was like thoughs of the old Samurai (is that correct? -_-;;). I then reached into a draw in my oak desk & pulled out a dice earring. It was smooth & green; the same green as my eyes.

I stood in front of the mirror then realized that I was missing my makeup! This perturbed me as to why I had almost forgotten. I searched my room frantically for my eyeliner. "SHIT! Were has it gone to. MUM!!!!!!!!!!" I stomped down the narrow corridor & practically threw mum's door off its hinges.

"WHERE.IS.MY.EYELINER!!??" I paused to catch my breath. I then realized that my mum was not alone in her bed, not even remotely. I'd forgotten that my mum was a prostitute. I shook my head & shaded my eyes from the disgraceful sight that was my mother and 2 other men. ".Hi..Hon." She didn't even finish her sentence; Rather than finishing her sentence, she screamed. I felt like puking. I never understood why she loved sex; I just figured that something was wrong with her. I decided to search her room myself, but maybe I should avoid the bed. O.o

After a 15 min search, I recovered my eyeliner from the depths of my mums' drawer of corsets. I turned on my heel, flicked my black hair & left mums room. Sometimes, just sometimes, I hate my family. My mums a whore & my dad, well. my dad doesn't do much but watch T.V. and fantasies about owning a circus.

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I finished getting ready, then left our small house. It was cold out. I got a jumper out of my bag, red, of course. The roads were frozen; they looked like scenes from a storybook. I rubbed my hands together, to stay warm. A girl, only about 8. faced me. She was wearing rags & holding a small tin can. I waved my hand as if to shoo her away.

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I finally reached the club; my friend, Genji, owns it. Genji's my best friend in the whole world, well, apart from the rest of our gang. I rapped on the door (not like eminem '-'). An eye appeared in a hole. in the door. After the eye examined me, the door creaked open. Life is a party at Genji's (he he. I stole that line from Cabaret! :) ). There's dancing, drinks, & .well, Genji's place!

I entered the new atmosphere, very much different to my life at home. I sat down at the bar. Mai walked up to me. "Hey!" she waved. "Hey." I grumbled. "Guess what?" ".What?" I tried to act enthusiastic. "There's a new waitress, she's quite the pretty one. I was wondering." she grinned, I cringed. ".Um. could you do me a favor?" Mai grabbed my wrist. I was hauled behind the counter. "Think you could make her & her bro feel at home?: My heart sank; I hope she wasn't referring to my mums "talents". Mai pushed me through some blinds & into the "BLUE room".

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"Shizaku, this is Ryuuji Otogi." Genji almost pushed me into the girl. She looked about my age. Her eyes were a glorious brown. I was captivated by her light brown hair. She giggled. "Doozo Yoroshiku! (nice ta meet ya! ^.~)" Shizaku bowed. "Ah.. D..Doozo Y.Yoroshiku" I stuttered. Genji smiled away in the background.

"Um. Ryuuji?", he waved his arm in front of my face, "This is Shizaku's brother, Jounouchi." A boy appeared from the shadows. He was about as beautiful as his sister, I'm not gay (so sure? ;) ), but he was still fascinating. His hair was a different colour to his sisters (Queen Katsuya: DUH!) (Me: WHAT R U DOING HER!!!???). "Doozo Yoroshiku" I bowed & held out my hand. He blushed ( EHHH??)very hard (EEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?) then grabbed my hand ( I was getting VERY worried there *breathes in* *breathes out*) with a strong grasp. My first assumption was that he looked a tiny bit like Seto after a gang beat the crap out of him (Queen Katsuya: BITCH!!) (Me: ^^) in Istanbul. I shrugged the guess away.

TBC. (For the stupid ppl. To be continued! ;) )

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I hope this is okay! It's my first try at angst/romance. I'll write the next chapter soon :). HEHEH! ISTANBUL!!!! Sorry! I'm just a bit high! I've also been watching too much Spriggan! :) Gomen nasai minasan!

Oh! & btw/ the main pairing in this fic is Ryuuji/Shizaku but there will be a change in the pairings at the end.

SEE YA!!!!!!!!!!! Queen Ryuuj *stary eyes*