Title: I Hate You, Or Do I?
Disclaimer: La la la.I own nothing. :runs away sobbing:
I figured I'd repost this story after it was deleted but I don't intending on updating it again because I'm just really too lazy to do so.
Chapter 2
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Morning.
Ryou woke up with a start, almost forgetting where he was, expecting to be back at home in the comfort of his small, cozy room. However, as he gripped the bed sheets, he felt a luxurious satin feel instead of his plain cotton sheets. He sat straight up and rubbed an eye. He looked about the silent room, illuminated with the sun's light, giving the room a hazy golden effect. Ryou whirled his head towards the source of light and found a large window in place of a wall. From it hung long white curtains, lavishly designed with pearly silk. Ryou climbed off his bed and headed towards the bathroom, which was obviously large as well. He splashed his face with the cool water and returned to his room. Opening the closet and staring at it in awe for a second time, he picked out a simple black t-shirt. It wasn't until he had put it on that he realized it was a muscle shirt. However, having no muscles, it looked like a regular t-shirt on Ryou. He pulled on some black baggy denim to go along with it.
'This certainly does feel weird.' He thought as he looked at himself in the mirror.
A messenger bag sat on the table. Ryou's eyes widened. Ishizu had also gotten him school supplies, even though he had his own backpack and things. He suspected that Ishizu would want him to use the things she had bought so he silently slipped it over his head and began walking out the door.
As he closed the door behind him and started to walk, the door opposite from him opened abruptly and Malik came rushing out, colliding into Ryou, leaving them both the carpet, rubbing their sore spots from the collision. Malik cursed heavily in Egyptian.
"Gomenasai." Ryou said quietly as he picked himself up, offering his hand to Malik without thinking. Malik ignored the gesture and helped himself up. Ryou was insulted. "Fine." He started. "If you don't even care that I'm trying to be nice." Ryou hurried away.
Malik shook his head. Why did he have to be so rude? He scolded himself.
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As the limousine pulled up to Domino High, a crowd had already gathered, waiting for Malik. Malik groaned to himself. Ryou, who sat as far as Malik as possible couldn't help but ask, "What are they all doing there?"
"They're obsessive freaks." He grumbled. "Don't ever try to talk to them." As the two doors opened, instead of one, the crowd looked on in confusion at the second figure that stepped out. Ryou looked around nervously.
"HE'S SO KAWAII!" A girl shrieked and half of the fans proceeded to mob Ryou while the other faithful half attacked Malik.
Tapping into the power of his millennium rod, Malik forced them aside and began to run toward the building until he remembered Ryou. He turned and found him backing nervously away from the girls, frightened to near death. Feeling sorry for the boy, he strode back and used his millennium rod once more. Then he firmly grasped Ryou's wrist and pulled him along. Ryou still seemed to be in shock.
"I told you they're crazy." Malik muttered as he released Ryou, once inside the building.
"Arigatou." Was all that Ryou could make out. Malik walked to the front of the classroom and sat down in his seat, resting his head in his arms. Ryou simply stood there, oblivious that someone was behind him. He looked around, wondering where his seat would be. His eyes rested on Malik and he peered curiously at the exotic Egyptian.
"He's got a nice ass doesn't he?" A voice behind Ryou spoke. Ryou quickly whirled around and yelped, nearly losing his balance if Bakura hadn't caught him in time. He found himself staring up at a boy who was smirking. "So, are you the new student Malik told us about?" Deprived of words, Ryou nodded.
"He's a pretty one." Another voice appeared, belonging to a boy who looked a lot like Malik. Bakura suddenly leaned forward and gently licked Ryou's neck. Ryou's eyes widened to the size of golf balls and he quickly backed away. Bakura smiled apologetically.
"I just wanted to see how you taste." He explained. "If you'd like to know, you're very sweet." Bakura winked. Ryou blushed.
"You can taste people?" He was slightly confused. Bakura nodded.
"Everyone has a different taste. Some are awful, you can tell just by looking at them. However, some are sweet, like you. And some." His gaze drifted towards Malik. "Are spicy." He hinted slight lust in his voice. Ryou was suddenly curious as to what Bakura meant by that. He thought about 'tasting' Malik some day. However, he knew he couldn't.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ryou could imagine Malik saying.
"Uhm, I'm tasting you?" Ryou heard himself say lamely.
Ryou shook his head and willed the thoughts away, focusing his attention on the two boys.
"I'm Bakura." Said Bakura.
"Marik." Said Marik.
"Ryou." Ryou replied softly.
"So." Began Marik. "Are you and Malik.friends yet?"
Ryou shrugged. "I don't think he likes me very much."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Why not? You're very cute." He pointed out. Ryou blushed deeply, yet again.
"I kind of called him spoiled.and he became angry." Ryou looked down at the ground.
"Oh." Said Marik. "Yea, he doesn't like that very much."
Ryou sighed. "But it's true, he made fun of the clothes I was wearing, because they weren't like his or something."
Marik tapped a finger against his chin. "He probably didn't mean it.Listen, I'll make him apologize. Sound good?"
Ryou shook his head furiously. "No, it's ok. It wasn't very nice of me anyway."
"Class, take your seats." The sensei called out. "Ryou-san, please step forward." Ryou walked up to the front desk, feeling several eyes watching him. Unknowingly, a pair of those eyes belonged to Malik. The sensei handed Ryou several workbooks and pointed to his seat, in the back of the class. Marik raised his hand.
"Yes, Marik-san?" The sensei called on him.
"Sensei, may I sit next to him? You know, to help him out and stuff." Malik and Ryou looked at Marik in surprise. So did the sensei. Hesitantly, the sensei agreed. Marik walked to the back of the classroom and grinned at Ryou.
A pang of jealousy flared in Malik. Why the hell did Marik want to sit with THAT dork? Minding his own work, he decided to push the thought away.
As Marik worked with Ryou, he found that Ryou was able to help him, more than the other way around.
"Wow." Said Marik in surprise. "You're just as smart as Malik!" Ryou raised an eyebrow.
"Malik is smart?" Marik nodded.
"He's at the top of all his classes."
"That's a surprise." Ryou mumbled. Marik looked at Ryou seriously.
"You know, I think you two should start over. You both obviously didn't have a very good meeting."
Ryou shrugged. "He doesn't care." Marik simply shook his head. Ryou sighed.
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"You know Malik, you and that new student don't seem to be on very good terms." Bakura said to Malik.
"So?" Malik didn't feel like talking about Ryou at the moment.
"Maybe you both should give each other another chance."
Malik snorted.
"You know.I tasted him." Bakura grinned mischievously. Malik suddenly looked on with mild amusement.
"And?" He asked with a smirk.
"Sweet." Bakura said as he licked his lips, remembering the taste. "I did scare him a bit though." Malik let out a small laugh.
As he turned back to his schoolwork, he thought about what Bakura had said. Bakura had approved of Ryou.so why couldn't he? Bakura could immediately tell what kind of a person someone was once he tasted him or her. And Marik.even Marik, the insane psycho freak that loved terrorizing and hating everyone, much like Bakura, took a liking to the albino youth. Malik shook his head. Maybe the world had gone mad.
Or perhaps he was the one who had gone insane. He couldn't help but feel a certain attraction towards the albino beauty. Albino beauty? Yes.he had to admit, Ryou was beautiful. And unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who noticed.
'Then why am I acting so cold towards him? Ishizu would want me to be nice. Whoa, wait a minute there. Since when did I listen to Ishizu? Argh. Goddammit this kid is trying to screw with my mind, isn't he?' Malik smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand.
"Dumbass." He muttered.
Bakura looked at him questionably but said nothing.
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The lunch bell rang and Ryou was clueless as to where to sit. He looked around at the chaotic cafeteria.
"HEY RYOU!" He heard someone call his name. Turning in the direction of the voice, he found that it belonged to Bakura. Smiling, he walked over to his table. Malik was sitting glumly, in his usual position, head in his arms. Marik was eating a sandwich enthusiastically. At the table sat some more students. One by one, they introduced themselves in a friendly manner.
"Yuugi."
"Yami."
"Jounouchi."
"Kaiba."
"Otogi."
"Honda."
Ryou smiled gratefully at them and took his place between the boy named Jounouchi and Malik. Malik still seemed to be unaware of his presence. Ryou studied the scene. Yami and Yuugi seemed to engaged in some sort of conversation. Otogi and Honda were.playing with dices? Jounouchi was. Ryou gulped as he quickly looked down at his hands. Jounouchi was sharing a heated kiss with Kaiba. A blush formed against Ryou's pale skin.
Malik finally lifted his head and nearly leapt up in surprise to find Ryou next to him. He mumbled something and opened a textbook, studying instead of eating lunch.
"Don't you eat lunch?" Asked Ryou, slightly concerned. Malik shook his head.
"I don't get that hungry."
"It's unhealthy for you."
"Stop that, you sound like Ishizu."
Ryou decided to mind his own business and opened up a book to read.
Tap, tap.
Ryou looked up at the person who was tapping his shoulder. Everyone looked up as well and seemed to pale. It was a girl with short brown hair in a skimpy cheerleading outfit.
"You're the new boy aren't you?" She purred. "I'm Anzu Masaki." She pulled Ryou's chin toward her and leaned her face close to his. "Would you like to go out with me?"
Ryou could feel his stomach churning at the repulsive sweetness in Anzu's sugared voice.
"No." Said Malik instinctively, and firmly. Everyone's gaze snapped to Malik in surprise.
"What?" Anzu frowned. She did not like being rejected.
"I said no." Malik gritted his teeth.
"And who are you to make decisions for someone else?" Anzu turned a seductive look on Malik, or at least she tried to. "Oh, I know. It's because you want to go out with me, is that right?"
Malik glared at Anzu. "No." He turned back to his textbook.
"Don't be shy." Anzu slipped a hand around Malik's neck, massaging it a bit. With a growl, Malik flung her hand aside. He stood up furiously, knocking over the chair in the process.
"Look bitch, I'm trying to study. Let me make one thing clear. I'm not interested in some slut like you. Now back off." Malik snapped.
Anzu pouted. "Then I supposed I'll have to settle for this sweetie here." she rested her hands on Ryou's shoulders. Malik was utterly enraged.
"You touch him, you die." His voice was low and threatening. Anzu quickly drew her hands back, interpreting the seriousness in Malik's voice, hiding her fear however.
"Fine." She said coolly, and walked off. The cafeteria had been watching the scene and whispers exploded among tables. Malik righted his chair and sat back down as Bakura and Marik slapped his back, laughing and congratulating him along with the rest of the table. Ryou really didn't know what to say. He was thankful, yet confused as to why Malik had suddenly spoke up for him. Malik was cursing himself in his mind. Why the hell did he stick up for Ryou? Why not let the white haired freak suffer?
"Listen." Said Malik a bit roughly. "I didn't do that for you. It's just that she's the only one that truly makes me mad."
Ryou stiffened, slightly hurt. "Well I didn't ask for your help." He said coldly. Malik glared at Ryou. What the hell was wrong with him? Malik had just helped him out and here he was, giving him the attitude. If it weren't for him, Ryou would probably be stuck on a date with Anzu by now.
"You didn't look like you were about to talk, Ryou." Said Malik angrily. "You WANTED to accept didn't you?" His hand curled into a fist. "Is that it?" Ryou narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"I don't go out with girls." Then he looked back down at his book.
"Maybe because you can't get any."
Ryou slammed his book shut and practically stormed out of the cafeteria. Malik sat there, more than shocked.
"Did I say something wrong?" He asked worriedly. Marik rolled his eyes.
"Baka! He just tried to tell you that he was GAY."
"So are Jounouchi and Kaiba, Yami and-."
Yami raised an eyebrow. "Some people are sensitive about their sexuality."
"So what do you want me to do about it?" Malik spat. Everyone in the table gave Malik a stern look. Malik groaned. "All right, all right. I'll apologize."
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Disclaimer: La la la.I own nothing. :runs away sobbing:
I figured I'd repost this story after it was deleted but I don't intending on updating it again because I'm just really too lazy to do so.
Chapter 2
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Morning.
Ryou woke up with a start, almost forgetting where he was, expecting to be back at home in the comfort of his small, cozy room. However, as he gripped the bed sheets, he felt a luxurious satin feel instead of his plain cotton sheets. He sat straight up and rubbed an eye. He looked about the silent room, illuminated with the sun's light, giving the room a hazy golden effect. Ryou whirled his head towards the source of light and found a large window in place of a wall. From it hung long white curtains, lavishly designed with pearly silk. Ryou climbed off his bed and headed towards the bathroom, which was obviously large as well. He splashed his face with the cool water and returned to his room. Opening the closet and staring at it in awe for a second time, he picked out a simple black t-shirt. It wasn't until he had put it on that he realized it was a muscle shirt. However, having no muscles, it looked like a regular t-shirt on Ryou. He pulled on some black baggy denim to go along with it.
'This certainly does feel weird.' He thought as he looked at himself in the mirror.
A messenger bag sat on the table. Ryou's eyes widened. Ishizu had also gotten him school supplies, even though he had his own backpack and things. He suspected that Ishizu would want him to use the things she had bought so he silently slipped it over his head and began walking out the door.
As he closed the door behind him and started to walk, the door opposite from him opened abruptly and Malik came rushing out, colliding into Ryou, leaving them both the carpet, rubbing their sore spots from the collision. Malik cursed heavily in Egyptian.
"Gomenasai." Ryou said quietly as he picked himself up, offering his hand to Malik without thinking. Malik ignored the gesture and helped himself up. Ryou was insulted. "Fine." He started. "If you don't even care that I'm trying to be nice." Ryou hurried away.
Malik shook his head. Why did he have to be so rude? He scolded himself.
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As the limousine pulled up to Domino High, a crowd had already gathered, waiting for Malik. Malik groaned to himself. Ryou, who sat as far as Malik as possible couldn't help but ask, "What are they all doing there?"
"They're obsessive freaks." He grumbled. "Don't ever try to talk to them." As the two doors opened, instead of one, the crowd looked on in confusion at the second figure that stepped out. Ryou looked around nervously.
"HE'S SO KAWAII!" A girl shrieked and half of the fans proceeded to mob Ryou while the other faithful half attacked Malik.
Tapping into the power of his millennium rod, Malik forced them aside and began to run toward the building until he remembered Ryou. He turned and found him backing nervously away from the girls, frightened to near death. Feeling sorry for the boy, he strode back and used his millennium rod once more. Then he firmly grasped Ryou's wrist and pulled him along. Ryou still seemed to be in shock.
"I told you they're crazy." Malik muttered as he released Ryou, once inside the building.
"Arigatou." Was all that Ryou could make out. Malik walked to the front of the classroom and sat down in his seat, resting his head in his arms. Ryou simply stood there, oblivious that someone was behind him. He looked around, wondering where his seat would be. His eyes rested on Malik and he peered curiously at the exotic Egyptian.
"He's got a nice ass doesn't he?" A voice behind Ryou spoke. Ryou quickly whirled around and yelped, nearly losing his balance if Bakura hadn't caught him in time. He found himself staring up at a boy who was smirking. "So, are you the new student Malik told us about?" Deprived of words, Ryou nodded.
"He's a pretty one." Another voice appeared, belonging to a boy who looked a lot like Malik. Bakura suddenly leaned forward and gently licked Ryou's neck. Ryou's eyes widened to the size of golf balls and he quickly backed away. Bakura smiled apologetically.
"I just wanted to see how you taste." He explained. "If you'd like to know, you're very sweet." Bakura winked. Ryou blushed.
"You can taste people?" He was slightly confused. Bakura nodded.
"Everyone has a different taste. Some are awful, you can tell just by looking at them. However, some are sweet, like you. And some." His gaze drifted towards Malik. "Are spicy." He hinted slight lust in his voice. Ryou was suddenly curious as to what Bakura meant by that. He thought about 'tasting' Malik some day. However, he knew he couldn't.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ryou could imagine Malik saying.
"Uhm, I'm tasting you?" Ryou heard himself say lamely.
Ryou shook his head and willed the thoughts away, focusing his attention on the two boys.
"I'm Bakura." Said Bakura.
"Marik." Said Marik.
"Ryou." Ryou replied softly.
"So." Began Marik. "Are you and Malik.friends yet?"
Ryou shrugged. "I don't think he likes me very much."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Why not? You're very cute." He pointed out. Ryou blushed deeply, yet again.
"I kind of called him spoiled.and he became angry." Ryou looked down at the ground.
"Oh." Said Marik. "Yea, he doesn't like that very much."
Ryou sighed. "But it's true, he made fun of the clothes I was wearing, because they weren't like his or something."
Marik tapped a finger against his chin. "He probably didn't mean it.Listen, I'll make him apologize. Sound good?"
Ryou shook his head furiously. "No, it's ok. It wasn't very nice of me anyway."
"Class, take your seats." The sensei called out. "Ryou-san, please step forward." Ryou walked up to the front desk, feeling several eyes watching him. Unknowingly, a pair of those eyes belonged to Malik. The sensei handed Ryou several workbooks and pointed to his seat, in the back of the class. Marik raised his hand.
"Yes, Marik-san?" The sensei called on him.
"Sensei, may I sit next to him? You know, to help him out and stuff." Malik and Ryou looked at Marik in surprise. So did the sensei. Hesitantly, the sensei agreed. Marik walked to the back of the classroom and grinned at Ryou.
A pang of jealousy flared in Malik. Why the hell did Marik want to sit with THAT dork? Minding his own work, he decided to push the thought away.
As Marik worked with Ryou, he found that Ryou was able to help him, more than the other way around.
"Wow." Said Marik in surprise. "You're just as smart as Malik!" Ryou raised an eyebrow.
"Malik is smart?" Marik nodded.
"He's at the top of all his classes."
"That's a surprise." Ryou mumbled. Marik looked at Ryou seriously.
"You know, I think you two should start over. You both obviously didn't have a very good meeting."
Ryou shrugged. "He doesn't care." Marik simply shook his head. Ryou sighed.
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"You know Malik, you and that new student don't seem to be on very good terms." Bakura said to Malik.
"So?" Malik didn't feel like talking about Ryou at the moment.
"Maybe you both should give each other another chance."
Malik snorted.
"You know.I tasted him." Bakura grinned mischievously. Malik suddenly looked on with mild amusement.
"And?" He asked with a smirk.
"Sweet." Bakura said as he licked his lips, remembering the taste. "I did scare him a bit though." Malik let out a small laugh.
As he turned back to his schoolwork, he thought about what Bakura had said. Bakura had approved of Ryou.so why couldn't he? Bakura could immediately tell what kind of a person someone was once he tasted him or her. And Marik.even Marik, the insane psycho freak that loved terrorizing and hating everyone, much like Bakura, took a liking to the albino youth. Malik shook his head. Maybe the world had gone mad.
Or perhaps he was the one who had gone insane. He couldn't help but feel a certain attraction towards the albino beauty. Albino beauty? Yes.he had to admit, Ryou was beautiful. And unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who noticed.
'Then why am I acting so cold towards him? Ishizu would want me to be nice. Whoa, wait a minute there. Since when did I listen to Ishizu? Argh. Goddammit this kid is trying to screw with my mind, isn't he?' Malik smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand.
"Dumbass." He muttered.
Bakura looked at him questionably but said nothing.
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The lunch bell rang and Ryou was clueless as to where to sit. He looked around at the chaotic cafeteria.
"HEY RYOU!" He heard someone call his name. Turning in the direction of the voice, he found that it belonged to Bakura. Smiling, he walked over to his table. Malik was sitting glumly, in his usual position, head in his arms. Marik was eating a sandwich enthusiastically. At the table sat some more students. One by one, they introduced themselves in a friendly manner.
"Yuugi."
"Yami."
"Jounouchi."
"Kaiba."
"Otogi."
"Honda."
Ryou smiled gratefully at them and took his place between the boy named Jounouchi and Malik. Malik still seemed to be unaware of his presence. Ryou studied the scene. Yami and Yuugi seemed to engaged in some sort of conversation. Otogi and Honda were.playing with dices? Jounouchi was. Ryou gulped as he quickly looked down at his hands. Jounouchi was sharing a heated kiss with Kaiba. A blush formed against Ryou's pale skin.
Malik finally lifted his head and nearly leapt up in surprise to find Ryou next to him. He mumbled something and opened a textbook, studying instead of eating lunch.
"Don't you eat lunch?" Asked Ryou, slightly concerned. Malik shook his head.
"I don't get that hungry."
"It's unhealthy for you."
"Stop that, you sound like Ishizu."
Ryou decided to mind his own business and opened up a book to read.
Tap, tap.
Ryou looked up at the person who was tapping his shoulder. Everyone looked up as well and seemed to pale. It was a girl with short brown hair in a skimpy cheerleading outfit.
"You're the new boy aren't you?" She purred. "I'm Anzu Masaki." She pulled Ryou's chin toward her and leaned her face close to his. "Would you like to go out with me?"
Ryou could feel his stomach churning at the repulsive sweetness in Anzu's sugared voice.
"No." Said Malik instinctively, and firmly. Everyone's gaze snapped to Malik in surprise.
"What?" Anzu frowned. She did not like being rejected.
"I said no." Malik gritted his teeth.
"And who are you to make decisions for someone else?" Anzu turned a seductive look on Malik, or at least she tried to. "Oh, I know. It's because you want to go out with me, is that right?"
Malik glared at Anzu. "No." He turned back to his textbook.
"Don't be shy." Anzu slipped a hand around Malik's neck, massaging it a bit. With a growl, Malik flung her hand aside. He stood up furiously, knocking over the chair in the process.
"Look bitch, I'm trying to study. Let me make one thing clear. I'm not interested in some slut like you. Now back off." Malik snapped.
Anzu pouted. "Then I supposed I'll have to settle for this sweetie here." she rested her hands on Ryou's shoulders. Malik was utterly enraged.
"You touch him, you die." His voice was low and threatening. Anzu quickly drew her hands back, interpreting the seriousness in Malik's voice, hiding her fear however.
"Fine." She said coolly, and walked off. The cafeteria had been watching the scene and whispers exploded among tables. Malik righted his chair and sat back down as Bakura and Marik slapped his back, laughing and congratulating him along with the rest of the table. Ryou really didn't know what to say. He was thankful, yet confused as to why Malik had suddenly spoke up for him. Malik was cursing himself in his mind. Why the hell did he stick up for Ryou? Why not let the white haired freak suffer?
"Listen." Said Malik a bit roughly. "I didn't do that for you. It's just that she's the only one that truly makes me mad."
Ryou stiffened, slightly hurt. "Well I didn't ask for your help." He said coldly. Malik glared at Ryou. What the hell was wrong with him? Malik had just helped him out and here he was, giving him the attitude. If it weren't for him, Ryou would probably be stuck on a date with Anzu by now.
"You didn't look like you were about to talk, Ryou." Said Malik angrily. "You WANTED to accept didn't you?" His hand curled into a fist. "Is that it?" Ryou narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"I don't go out with girls." Then he looked back down at his book.
"Maybe because you can't get any."
Ryou slammed his book shut and practically stormed out of the cafeteria. Malik sat there, more than shocked.
"Did I say something wrong?" He asked worriedly. Marik rolled his eyes.
"Baka! He just tried to tell you that he was GAY."
"So are Jounouchi and Kaiba, Yami and-."
Yami raised an eyebrow. "Some people are sensitive about their sexuality."
"So what do you want me to do about it?" Malik spat. Everyone in the table gave Malik a stern look. Malik groaned. "All right, all right. I'll apologize."
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