I'm quite please with myself. This is the first fic I've actually kept an
intrest in. Everything else I write, I barely get past the first chapter
and quit. Thanks again for the reviews! I guess you guys must really like
this story if your reading the third chapter. Sorry for the long wait, but
I've been sick and on top of that, busy studying for end of the year
testing.
It was really hard to find a song to fit this chapter, so I just used the name of the song lyric at the beginning as my title. There won't be a song in this chappy. Sorry! I hope you enjoy chappy 3!
Disclaimer: I do not own YGO or anything related to it. I also do not own any of the songs used in this song based fic. (Sound familiar yet?)
This, I believe, is one of the more important chapters. I'm not sure what Ryou's father's name is so I'll be calling him James. I also find myself liking the friendship between Ryou and Seto. I find it quite funny as well!
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Bakura = Bakura
This story contains Yaoi, don't like then don't read!
~Lyrics~
"Blah" Speaking
'Blah' Thoughts
*~*~~*~* Scene Change
**** Flashback or Dream
//Bakura to Ryou//
/Ryou to Bakura/
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Slowly Drifting Chapter Three: Hit the floor
One minute your on top
The next you're not, watch it drop - Hit the floor - Linkin Park
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The next days were some of the longest for Ryou. Bakura hadn't bothered him at all, and both were awaiting the arrival of James Bakura. The air inside the house was tense as the minutes turned to hours that Monday. The holders of the Millenium Ring were in different rooms, totally ignoring the existance of the other. Ryou was staring out the window, not really looking at anything at all. The sky was clouded with gray, and the air coming in from the open window was moist. 'Another day of rain.' Ryou tucked a strand of hair behind his ear before getting up and pacing the room. He wasn't pacing for long when a knock on the doorframe alerted him of Bakura's presence.
"Runt, your father's home. The idiot is waiting in the kitchen." He didn't wait for Ryou's reply before turning on his heel and leaving.
Ryou looked out the window and sure enough, his father's car was parked in the driveway. Wondering how he could have missed his fathers arrival, Ryou ran a hand quickly through his hair before stepping out and walkng into the kitchen.
*~*~~*~*
The next few hours were spent between father and son. The two were laughing constantly as James told Ryou of a small incident involving a very large hole and a shovel or two. As their laughter died down for the moment, James questioned Ryou.
"Ryou, I have two questions for you. One, where's Bakura? And two, what have you done to yourself. You defianately don't look the same and you are acting a bit different."
Ryou laughed slightly, "The first one is easier to answer. Bakura is upstairs in his room, probably asleep, and he calls ME lazy! The second is a bit harder to answer."
"Well? What happened?"
"Dad, I really don't want to talk about that. Lets just say that I had some problems, fixed them and along the way changed myself. I like this alot better."
"Problems?" "Really, I don't want to talk about it. You wouldn't understand. I don't understand them myself."
"Well, maybe if you talked to someone about it, you would figure it out."
"I'm fine dealing with it myself." "Ryou, I'd like to know what's wrong. I do have a right to know."
"I know that, but this is something I have to deal with on my own."
James was beginning to get angry. His son was having problems and he refused to let his own father help him. They must be some serious problems if he didn't want to let his Dad help.
"Tell me what's wrong Ryou. Now."
"I WILL NOT! It is none of your business!"
"I'll tell you what you won't do, you will not talk to me like that ever again!"
"Leave me alone! I don't want any help!"
James reached over the table and smacked Ryou. Ryou's fingers flashed up to the side of his face as he let out a small whimper.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"
"THAT WAS FOR DISRESPECTING ME!"
Ryou huffed as he pushed up from the table. His vision was getting blurry, from tears or anger he couldn't tell which. Ryou heard the door slam as his father left the house. As he climbed the stairs, the energy seemed to drain from his body. The very last thought before darkness claimed him was, 'Oh great.'
*~*~~*~*
A muffled and irritated voice reached Ryou's ears as he blinked himself awake. The voice became clearer and Ryou quickly recognised it as Bakura's. He groaned as Bakura's words registered, while he sat up on the bed.
"You stupid fool! Why in the world did you faint?! Are you so pathetic that after one arguement you pass out!?"
"Bakura, shut up. Where am I anyway? This sure isn't my room." And it wasn't. The walls were a bluish-gray type of color, the carpet was a deep blue and the coverings of the bed he was sitting on were dark blue as well.
"Your in my room. Couldn't get your door open."
Ryou hadn't expected a civil response. The new tone of voice was startling to hear for the first time from Bakura.
"Why didn't you just put me on the couch?"
"You were halfway up the stairs when I came down. Why the hell were you and your father fighting?"
"It was nothing." Ryou stood up, and when he did, the room started to spin and swirl. Ryou lost his footing and fell onto the deep blue blanketed bed once again. Bakura smirked from his spot next to the window. Uncrossing his arms, he walked over and sat on the bed.
"You idiot, you hit your head. Don't try that again."
"I have to get up, stupid. I'm not planning on staying in your room."
Bakura made a mock sad face as he crawled closer to where Ryou lay. "Aww, and here I got the impression that you liked me." He now moved so he was leaning above Ryou's lying form. "I wasn't expecting such a harsh response to my kindness." He lifted a hand and traced the lines of Ryou's face.
"Kindness my ass. I was probably in your way. You just moved me for your convienience."
Bakura pouted. "I didn't want to step on you."
"Cut the crap, Bakura. Let me out of here."
"No. Not until you show some gratitude. I don't think you have many manners left. I believe it's time you were taught how to respect people."
"People, Bakura. Not you. I highly doubt that your even human at times. Now stop with the game and let me up!"
Bakura didn't get the chance to reply, before he could throw a retort back, the door slamed on the floor below. A few seconds later, James was calling for Ryou. Ryou's eyes widened as he noted the footsteps on the stairs and the position he was currently in. Bakura was leaning over him, knees on either side of his legs. One hand was holding him up, while the other lie resting on his neck. Ryou heard his father once more, and looked up at Bakura. Bakura's eyes glinted as he looked back. A mischevious look crossed his face before he leaned down even farther. As he did, Ryou placed his hands on Bakura's chest in an attempt to push him off. Just as Ryou placed his hands onto his chest, Bakura leaned down and roughly kissed him. Just as their lips met, James opened the door,
"Bakura, have you seen ......" He trailed off as he looked at the two on the bed. His eyed widened into a horrified expression as Bakura lifted his head, a triumphent expression on his face. He smirked as Ryou glared from under him.
/My father hates gay people./
//I know.//
Ryou's glare hardened as Bakura stepped up and away from him. Ryou stood up, balanced himself and looked at his father.
"RYOU!! WHAT EXACTLY IS THIS?!"
"Father, please don't yell, it's not what it looked like."
"If it isn't, than what the hell was it!?"
Ryou let a sheepish look pass over his face before he opened his mouth to speak. But his father beat him to talking first. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU WHAT I THOUGHT OF THOSE TYPE OF PEOPLE! I SWEAR I TOLD YOU NOT TO EVEN THINK ABOUT TOSE TYPES OF THINGS!"
"Dad, please. Just listen to me. After you left, I fell and bumped my head. Bakura was just helping me out."
"BY WHAT!? DOING A THROUGH EXAMINATION OF YOUR MOUTH!?"
Ryou winced as his father's words grew louder. His head was in a lot of pain as it was, and the loud tone wasn't helping at all. It finally grew to be enough for the poor boy. He couldn't control his words anymore,
"DAD WILL YOU KINDLY SHUT UP?! I HAVE A KILLER HEADACHE AND THIS IS NOT HELPING ANY! GOD! SO WHAT IF I'M GAY!? IT SHOULDN'T MATTER! I'M YOUR SON!"
"Son or not, I can't stand you kind of people! I believe this will be the last time you see me Ryou. Goodbye." And before Ryou could protest, James turned and stomped out of the house and Ryou's life forever.
Ryou quickly turned around to face the smirking Spirit behind him. Bakura's eyes glinted again, but before he could make a rude comment, Ryou ran at him and landed a punch onto his left cheek.
"Thanks alot Bakura."
*~*~~*~*
Ryou sat on his window sill staring out at the darkened street below. The stars above him were partially blocked by the still looming clouds. 'What a jerk; playing on my emotions like that. Plus he knew that my father would catch us like that! What an insensitive fool!'
"I see your having such wonderful thoughts of me."
"Get out Bakura," Ryou growled, not looking away from the street below. "I don't feel like dealing with you right now."
Ryou felt, he didn't see, the smirk that was pasted onto Bakura's face. He could almost see the glint in his eyes as he moved closer to Ryou.
"But, what if I don't want to go?" He placed his hands onto Ryou's shoulders. " I quite like it here."
Ryou spun around, and Bakura moved his hands so they were on both sides of the window frame, blocking Ryou in. "What do you want from me?"
Bakura leaned in, in the same manner he did in the bedroom. "I want to show you how emotions can be turned against you." He moved so his lips moved against Ryou's as he spoke. "Your wanting to know why I don't need emotions, right? Let me explain." He pushed their mouths together. Instead of being pushed away as expected, Ryou moved against him.
/Let me show you something, Bakura. I won't be toyed with, and I refuse to let you be the player./
Ryou pulled back first, a smirk to rival his Yami's, on his lips. "You fool." With that, he pushed Bakura away and grabbed the packed bag on his bed. He winked at Bakura before turning to leave his room. He paused in the doorway, and went back. He leaned onto Bakura and pushed his mouth so close, that he felt Bakura's lips as he spoke. "Who's got the upperhand now Bakura? I doubt you'll have it when I'm finished." He placed a small kiss onto Bakura's mouth and left the room, black duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
Bakura watched as Ryou tore down the rode on his motorcycle. When he was out of eyesight, Bakura glared and narrowed his eyes. "What just happened?" He let out a growl before punching the wall, leaving a nice fist print next to the window frame.
*~*~~*~*
"YOU DID WHAT?!" Seto seemed to have smoke pouring out of his ears as he addressed Ryou. "YOU REALLY ARE CRAZY!"
"I know that. I have to admit though, he did look shaken up. I think I startled him." Ryou laughed quietly as Seto fumed even more. Joey and Ryou watched as Seto paced back and forthe across the large living room. They looked at each other and laughed. Seto paused and stared at the two.
"Why are you two laughing?"
Ryou started to laugh harder as Joey spoke up. "You look like an angry mother chicken, who caught her chick getting into trouble!" After that, they both were doubled up on the couch, smothered with fits of giggles.
"RYOU! I'm only worried about you! Bakura knows your here with us, if he gets ticked off enough, he'll come over here and try something!"
"I...I know....but...you just.....you look so funny!"
Seto glared. "You are hopeless. No wonder you think your crazy! You are !"
It took a while, but Joey and Ryou calmed down after a bit. They were still prone to get fits of laughter every few moments, but they were able to talk without stuttering so much.
"Do you think your Dad will come back?" Joey truely looked concerned for the boy next to him. "Did you try to explain what was going on?"
"I tried to, but he fumed again and left. He said that I wouldn't ever see him again. I hope he doesn't mean it though. Even though I don't see him often, I love him. I doubt he'll stay mad at me forever. "
"Man, I really wish I could have been you when you punched him! I would so love to beat the living crap out of him right now." Joey narrowed his eyes after he said that. Seto had let a laugh slip after the comment made from the blonde.
"I highly doubt you could even touch him, my dear puppy. He's way to fast. I don't think I could even get him."
Joey growled at the puppy remark. "I thought I said I hated being called a puppy."
"You did, but your my puppy." A small arguement followed. Ryou sweatdropped and left the room, mumbling something about it being late and him needing to sleep.
*~*~~*~*
Ryou smiled at his reflection in the mirror the next morning, as he thought of the previous evening. Even though it cost him a great deal, he believed he was actually getting somewhre with Bakura. The yami seemed quite surprised when he allowed him to have his way for a moment. And when Ryou left, he could see the surprise written all across Bakura's face.
Ryou ran a brush through his long hair as he looked at his face. As he brushed, he noticed a faint glow coming from the Millenium Ring sitting on the bed. The glow brightened and then dimmed, and when it did, Ryou saw another reflection in the mirror next to his. Bakura's.
"What do you want now?" Ryou narrowed his eyes as he placed his brush down.
"Surprised I still know how to go into Spirit form?"
"No, just wondering why in the hell your here."
"Don't worry Ryou. I'm not here to hurt you --"
Ryou interuppted, "Like you could."
"-- I only wanted to tell you, your father came and took all his belongings. He said that he was moving back to Brittan. He said he would send money in the mail to keep you up until you get a job, but not to expect anything else. He's, as he said, disgusted with you and I."
Ryou's fist clenched. 'So he's really serious. He isn't planning on being a father anymore.' The tears tried to spill over his eyes, but Ryou furiously rubbed them away. Bakura's reflection faded with a smirk. As soon as he couldn't see the spirit in the mirror anymore, Ryou ran to his bed and buried his head in his arms as he cried. Thinking Bakura was gone, Ryou didn't expect the cool, feather like touch on the base of his neck. Ryou's shoulders tensed up as Bakura's voice brushed across his neck.
"I only wish that you would've told your father before. Maybe if you would have, you wouldn't be crying over this like the pathetic person you are."
Ryou pushed himself up, causing Bakura to fall backward. Ryou leaned over him and placed his hands next to his shoulders. As he did this, Bakura's form solidified.
"I'm not pathetic. Time you understood that." Ryou then moved his hand to Bakura's face, and in the same manner done to him, traced his face with his fingers. "How do you like this Bakura? You like being toyed with? I sure as hell didn't." Ryou smacked Bakura, in the same place he punched the day before. The skin was already starting to bruise, and Ryou smirked as he trailed his fingers across the red and bluish mark. "Fragile aren't we? I've only hit you twice, and already your bruising." Bakura glared and his form returned to the transparent being he was before moving back into the puzzle and must likely, back home.
Ryou laughed as he moved off of the bed. "I really have lost it."
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YAY! Chapter 3 Done! Not to sure what chapter 4 will called though.
Hope you enjoyed ! Please don't flame, please review!!
~*Fire of the Angel
4:57 pm 5-25-03*~
It was really hard to find a song to fit this chapter, so I just used the name of the song lyric at the beginning as my title. There won't be a song in this chappy. Sorry! I hope you enjoy chappy 3!
Disclaimer: I do not own YGO or anything related to it. I also do not own any of the songs used in this song based fic. (Sound familiar yet?)
This, I believe, is one of the more important chapters. I'm not sure what Ryou's father's name is so I'll be calling him James. I also find myself liking the friendship between Ryou and Seto. I find it quite funny as well!
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Bakura = Bakura
This story contains Yaoi, don't like then don't read!
~Lyrics~
"Blah" Speaking
'Blah' Thoughts
*~*~~*~* Scene Change
**** Flashback or Dream
//Bakura to Ryou//
/Ryou to Bakura/
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
Slowly Drifting Chapter Three: Hit the floor
One minute your on top
The next you're not, watch it drop - Hit the floor - Linkin Park
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The next days were some of the longest for Ryou. Bakura hadn't bothered him at all, and both were awaiting the arrival of James Bakura. The air inside the house was tense as the minutes turned to hours that Monday. The holders of the Millenium Ring were in different rooms, totally ignoring the existance of the other. Ryou was staring out the window, not really looking at anything at all. The sky was clouded with gray, and the air coming in from the open window was moist. 'Another day of rain.' Ryou tucked a strand of hair behind his ear before getting up and pacing the room. He wasn't pacing for long when a knock on the doorframe alerted him of Bakura's presence.
"Runt, your father's home. The idiot is waiting in the kitchen." He didn't wait for Ryou's reply before turning on his heel and leaving.
Ryou looked out the window and sure enough, his father's car was parked in the driveway. Wondering how he could have missed his fathers arrival, Ryou ran a hand quickly through his hair before stepping out and walkng into the kitchen.
*~*~~*~*
The next few hours were spent between father and son. The two were laughing constantly as James told Ryou of a small incident involving a very large hole and a shovel or two. As their laughter died down for the moment, James questioned Ryou.
"Ryou, I have two questions for you. One, where's Bakura? And two, what have you done to yourself. You defianately don't look the same and you are acting a bit different."
Ryou laughed slightly, "The first one is easier to answer. Bakura is upstairs in his room, probably asleep, and he calls ME lazy! The second is a bit harder to answer."
"Well? What happened?"
"Dad, I really don't want to talk about that. Lets just say that I had some problems, fixed them and along the way changed myself. I like this alot better."
"Problems?" "Really, I don't want to talk about it. You wouldn't understand. I don't understand them myself."
"Well, maybe if you talked to someone about it, you would figure it out."
"I'm fine dealing with it myself." "Ryou, I'd like to know what's wrong. I do have a right to know."
"I know that, but this is something I have to deal with on my own."
James was beginning to get angry. His son was having problems and he refused to let his own father help him. They must be some serious problems if he didn't want to let his Dad help.
"Tell me what's wrong Ryou. Now."
"I WILL NOT! It is none of your business!"
"I'll tell you what you won't do, you will not talk to me like that ever again!"
"Leave me alone! I don't want any help!"
James reached over the table and smacked Ryou. Ryou's fingers flashed up to the side of his face as he let out a small whimper.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"
"THAT WAS FOR DISRESPECTING ME!"
Ryou huffed as he pushed up from the table. His vision was getting blurry, from tears or anger he couldn't tell which. Ryou heard the door slam as his father left the house. As he climbed the stairs, the energy seemed to drain from his body. The very last thought before darkness claimed him was, 'Oh great.'
*~*~~*~*
A muffled and irritated voice reached Ryou's ears as he blinked himself awake. The voice became clearer and Ryou quickly recognised it as Bakura's. He groaned as Bakura's words registered, while he sat up on the bed.
"You stupid fool! Why in the world did you faint?! Are you so pathetic that after one arguement you pass out!?"
"Bakura, shut up. Where am I anyway? This sure isn't my room." And it wasn't. The walls were a bluish-gray type of color, the carpet was a deep blue and the coverings of the bed he was sitting on were dark blue as well.
"Your in my room. Couldn't get your door open."
Ryou hadn't expected a civil response. The new tone of voice was startling to hear for the first time from Bakura.
"Why didn't you just put me on the couch?"
"You were halfway up the stairs when I came down. Why the hell were you and your father fighting?"
"It was nothing." Ryou stood up, and when he did, the room started to spin and swirl. Ryou lost his footing and fell onto the deep blue blanketed bed once again. Bakura smirked from his spot next to the window. Uncrossing his arms, he walked over and sat on the bed.
"You idiot, you hit your head. Don't try that again."
"I have to get up, stupid. I'm not planning on staying in your room."
Bakura made a mock sad face as he crawled closer to where Ryou lay. "Aww, and here I got the impression that you liked me." He now moved so he was leaning above Ryou's lying form. "I wasn't expecting such a harsh response to my kindness." He lifted a hand and traced the lines of Ryou's face.
"Kindness my ass. I was probably in your way. You just moved me for your convienience."
Bakura pouted. "I didn't want to step on you."
"Cut the crap, Bakura. Let me out of here."
"No. Not until you show some gratitude. I don't think you have many manners left. I believe it's time you were taught how to respect people."
"People, Bakura. Not you. I highly doubt that your even human at times. Now stop with the game and let me up!"
Bakura didn't get the chance to reply, before he could throw a retort back, the door slamed on the floor below. A few seconds later, James was calling for Ryou. Ryou's eyes widened as he noted the footsteps on the stairs and the position he was currently in. Bakura was leaning over him, knees on either side of his legs. One hand was holding him up, while the other lie resting on his neck. Ryou heard his father once more, and looked up at Bakura. Bakura's eyes glinted as he looked back. A mischevious look crossed his face before he leaned down even farther. As he did, Ryou placed his hands on Bakura's chest in an attempt to push him off. Just as Ryou placed his hands onto his chest, Bakura leaned down and roughly kissed him. Just as their lips met, James opened the door,
"Bakura, have you seen ......" He trailed off as he looked at the two on the bed. His eyed widened into a horrified expression as Bakura lifted his head, a triumphent expression on his face. He smirked as Ryou glared from under him.
/My father hates gay people./
//I know.//
Ryou's glare hardened as Bakura stepped up and away from him. Ryou stood up, balanced himself and looked at his father.
"RYOU!! WHAT EXACTLY IS THIS?!"
"Father, please don't yell, it's not what it looked like."
"If it isn't, than what the hell was it!?"
Ryou let a sheepish look pass over his face before he opened his mouth to speak. But his father beat him to talking first. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU WHAT I THOUGHT OF THOSE TYPE OF PEOPLE! I SWEAR I TOLD YOU NOT TO EVEN THINK ABOUT TOSE TYPES OF THINGS!"
"Dad, please. Just listen to me. After you left, I fell and bumped my head. Bakura was just helping me out."
"BY WHAT!? DOING A THROUGH EXAMINATION OF YOUR MOUTH!?"
Ryou winced as his father's words grew louder. His head was in a lot of pain as it was, and the loud tone wasn't helping at all. It finally grew to be enough for the poor boy. He couldn't control his words anymore,
"DAD WILL YOU KINDLY SHUT UP?! I HAVE A KILLER HEADACHE AND THIS IS NOT HELPING ANY! GOD! SO WHAT IF I'M GAY!? IT SHOULDN'T MATTER! I'M YOUR SON!"
"Son or not, I can't stand you kind of people! I believe this will be the last time you see me Ryou. Goodbye." And before Ryou could protest, James turned and stomped out of the house and Ryou's life forever.
Ryou quickly turned around to face the smirking Spirit behind him. Bakura's eyes glinted again, but before he could make a rude comment, Ryou ran at him and landed a punch onto his left cheek.
"Thanks alot Bakura."
*~*~~*~*
Ryou sat on his window sill staring out at the darkened street below. The stars above him were partially blocked by the still looming clouds. 'What a jerk; playing on my emotions like that. Plus he knew that my father would catch us like that! What an insensitive fool!'
"I see your having such wonderful thoughts of me."
"Get out Bakura," Ryou growled, not looking away from the street below. "I don't feel like dealing with you right now."
Ryou felt, he didn't see, the smirk that was pasted onto Bakura's face. He could almost see the glint in his eyes as he moved closer to Ryou.
"But, what if I don't want to go?" He placed his hands onto Ryou's shoulders. " I quite like it here."
Ryou spun around, and Bakura moved his hands so they were on both sides of the window frame, blocking Ryou in. "What do you want from me?"
Bakura leaned in, in the same manner he did in the bedroom. "I want to show you how emotions can be turned against you." He moved so his lips moved against Ryou's as he spoke. "Your wanting to know why I don't need emotions, right? Let me explain." He pushed their mouths together. Instead of being pushed away as expected, Ryou moved against him.
/Let me show you something, Bakura. I won't be toyed with, and I refuse to let you be the player./
Ryou pulled back first, a smirk to rival his Yami's, on his lips. "You fool." With that, he pushed Bakura away and grabbed the packed bag on his bed. He winked at Bakura before turning to leave his room. He paused in the doorway, and went back. He leaned onto Bakura and pushed his mouth so close, that he felt Bakura's lips as he spoke. "Who's got the upperhand now Bakura? I doubt you'll have it when I'm finished." He placed a small kiss onto Bakura's mouth and left the room, black duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
Bakura watched as Ryou tore down the rode on his motorcycle. When he was out of eyesight, Bakura glared and narrowed his eyes. "What just happened?" He let out a growl before punching the wall, leaving a nice fist print next to the window frame.
*~*~~*~*
"YOU DID WHAT?!" Seto seemed to have smoke pouring out of his ears as he addressed Ryou. "YOU REALLY ARE CRAZY!"
"I know that. I have to admit though, he did look shaken up. I think I startled him." Ryou laughed quietly as Seto fumed even more. Joey and Ryou watched as Seto paced back and forthe across the large living room. They looked at each other and laughed. Seto paused and stared at the two.
"Why are you two laughing?"
Ryou started to laugh harder as Joey spoke up. "You look like an angry mother chicken, who caught her chick getting into trouble!" After that, they both were doubled up on the couch, smothered with fits of giggles.
"RYOU! I'm only worried about you! Bakura knows your here with us, if he gets ticked off enough, he'll come over here and try something!"
"I...I know....but...you just.....you look so funny!"
Seto glared. "You are hopeless. No wonder you think your crazy! You are !"
It took a while, but Joey and Ryou calmed down after a bit. They were still prone to get fits of laughter every few moments, but they were able to talk without stuttering so much.
"Do you think your Dad will come back?" Joey truely looked concerned for the boy next to him. "Did you try to explain what was going on?"
"I tried to, but he fumed again and left. He said that I wouldn't ever see him again. I hope he doesn't mean it though. Even though I don't see him often, I love him. I doubt he'll stay mad at me forever. "
"Man, I really wish I could have been you when you punched him! I would so love to beat the living crap out of him right now." Joey narrowed his eyes after he said that. Seto had let a laugh slip after the comment made from the blonde.
"I highly doubt you could even touch him, my dear puppy. He's way to fast. I don't think I could even get him."
Joey growled at the puppy remark. "I thought I said I hated being called a puppy."
"You did, but your my puppy." A small arguement followed. Ryou sweatdropped and left the room, mumbling something about it being late and him needing to sleep.
*~*~~*~*
Ryou smiled at his reflection in the mirror the next morning, as he thought of the previous evening. Even though it cost him a great deal, he believed he was actually getting somewhre with Bakura. The yami seemed quite surprised when he allowed him to have his way for a moment. And when Ryou left, he could see the surprise written all across Bakura's face.
Ryou ran a brush through his long hair as he looked at his face. As he brushed, he noticed a faint glow coming from the Millenium Ring sitting on the bed. The glow brightened and then dimmed, and when it did, Ryou saw another reflection in the mirror next to his. Bakura's.
"What do you want now?" Ryou narrowed his eyes as he placed his brush down.
"Surprised I still know how to go into Spirit form?"
"No, just wondering why in the hell your here."
"Don't worry Ryou. I'm not here to hurt you --"
Ryou interuppted, "Like you could."
"-- I only wanted to tell you, your father came and took all his belongings. He said that he was moving back to Brittan. He said he would send money in the mail to keep you up until you get a job, but not to expect anything else. He's, as he said, disgusted with you and I."
Ryou's fist clenched. 'So he's really serious. He isn't planning on being a father anymore.' The tears tried to spill over his eyes, but Ryou furiously rubbed them away. Bakura's reflection faded with a smirk. As soon as he couldn't see the spirit in the mirror anymore, Ryou ran to his bed and buried his head in his arms as he cried. Thinking Bakura was gone, Ryou didn't expect the cool, feather like touch on the base of his neck. Ryou's shoulders tensed up as Bakura's voice brushed across his neck.
"I only wish that you would've told your father before. Maybe if you would have, you wouldn't be crying over this like the pathetic person you are."
Ryou pushed himself up, causing Bakura to fall backward. Ryou leaned over him and placed his hands next to his shoulders. As he did this, Bakura's form solidified.
"I'm not pathetic. Time you understood that." Ryou then moved his hand to Bakura's face, and in the same manner done to him, traced his face with his fingers. "How do you like this Bakura? You like being toyed with? I sure as hell didn't." Ryou smacked Bakura, in the same place he punched the day before. The skin was already starting to bruise, and Ryou smirked as he trailed his fingers across the red and bluish mark. "Fragile aren't we? I've only hit you twice, and already your bruising." Bakura glared and his form returned to the transparent being he was before moving back into the puzzle and must likely, back home.
Ryou laughed as he moved off of the bed. "I really have lost it."
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YAY! Chapter 3 Done! Not to sure what chapter 4 will called though.
Hope you enjoyed ! Please don't flame, please review!!
~*Fire of the Angel
4:57 pm 5-25-03*~
