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Stigmatize - 1. To characterize as disgraceful; brand. 2. To mark with stigma
-------- Stigma - 1. A mark or token of infamy or disgrace.
While this describes Yami Bakura, the title is also mocking the authoress. It is my feel at this story so far if it represented me. Lots of love, eh? Go look up infamy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
COMMENTS & THANKS:
THE-DARK-ONE: [review #1]: " 'Angst, shounen-ai, AND bishounen ...*sighs* A perfect world.' "-tell Ryou that…. ^_^U. …………….Don't worry about long reviews, I like reading them. Some reviews are so short, you wouldn't believe it! In fact, for last chapter one review was, I quote "add new chapter". I dislike short reviews, actually; I hate short reviews, and they're soo hard to reply to. …………………..FF.net let me know I was in your favs! [but not so for poor Draggy, I'm in her fav stories AND authors]. …………I do really try to update once a week around Friday-Sunday. For the last fic I co-wrote I told the readers to just look for new chapters every Monday. FF.net had them up by then.
THE-DARK-ONE: [review #2]: It was in the bathroom you thought you figured out my plot? Okay… nice…. Well, the Yami and Hikari aren't exactly switching. Ryou stays nice little Ryou with a new insane edge he can't control [tapped into this chapter]. It's more like a swap in Power, not personality. It's explained in chapter 15, I think. At the moment, the notebook I am typing from is chapters 1-13 and I know the explanation theory and the end of this fic are in the next notebook I have in my dresser, waiting. …………..Ryou and Yami get back together for…a while…. I don't know about my infamous little sequel, though. …………………I never thought I could write shounen-ai with a plot either. The first two chapters of this fic didn't have much of a plot till the songfic chapter, where a slight idea came to me. Then, over Christmas when my computer broke and I had to go on vacation, I was able to make a real plot. I finished the skeleton of this entire story almost two weeks ago. Now I'm trying to find a good idea for my sequel. This fic kinda…hehehe…cuts off…. I'm planning on making Jounounchi a bigger character there [he's hardly in this fic]. Go me!
DAUGHTEROFDEATH: Okay, here is the next chapter-don't say thank you or anything…. There was something primitive and cold about your review that made me laugh.
SEISHOMURU: Don't worry, my computer dies all the time and does a great job at ticking off reviewers because I can't update.
JADEYUY: You and lots of other people like this fic. You and lots of other people want this story to keep going.
CHEESEPUFF: Yami Bakura isn't exactly turning mortal, he's just felling a bit, less powerful. *tries in vain to think of how to explain her idea* Awe, well, just wait till chapter 15 of 16 [I forget which], it will be cleared up around there in a nice big info dump, kay? I don't want to give away too much till ya'll get there.
NO NAME: Nope, I haven't gone on any type of vacation. I get to sit in the flat alone for nine hours listening to CDs and playing guitar. It. Gets. Boring. I played so long I accidentally cut myself on tiny little high E. My finger didn't stop bleeding for what must have been well on thirty minutes. I have all sorts of spare time now. I think I'll get around to my sequel. I have the first chapter to that planned already, yay! And I can tell you truthfully; Yami Bakura and Ryou will meet in the next chapter. Good? Good!
AURORA BELMONT VAMPIRE HUNTER: Don't you dare set Yami Bak[a]ura straight! That would devastate poor little Ryou since he can't have a girlfriend [you find out this chapter, it's mentioned]. ……………Hey, ya know, why I read the word "Baka" I think, Bakura because of the insult 'bakatare' [which is baka: stupid].
YAMI KRISSY: Fun to read, eh? Well, some of my future chapters are actually quite funny. I haven't grown out of when I used to write humor fics, and I love putting funnies all over the place.
This is Ryou's agony. [Insert maniacal laughter] You'd think this chapter would be titled 'Fag' you see, the word is used so often.
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Stigmatize
Chapter 11: Charismatic
"Well, if it ain't little Ryou Bakura…" a voice sneered.
Ryou looked up wearily to see a small group of snickering idiots before him. He tried to find which had spoken, but failed. The gang of four looked down on him with an expression that was, or greatly akin to, loathing. In his current state of fatigue, all Ryou could do was gulp and stare back nervously. He recognized one of the faces, but couldn't remember exactly where he'd seen it. Everything was too hazy.
The entire group was glaring at him. Ryou tried to remember how exactly he had wronged the guys. He was lifted to his feet by two un-godly strong ape-men. He wonder faintly it Darwin really had been terribly wrong about that whole evolution theory, that modern man and primitive man where actually two different species. That or one group was really from outer space.
The two supports let go, and much to the opposite of what he wanted to do, Ryou's knees gave out and he promptly collapsed to the ground in a quivering heap.
"I swear ya'll, the dude's a fag. He, like, told me so 'emself," a voice Ryou faintly recognized informed the others.
"You a fag, Fag?" another voice challenged. It was accompanied by a kick in the ribs.
Ryou didn't look up. Who were those people? Did he know them from some terrible past life they recalled and he didn't? He stared at the ground. If that was so, it was extremely unfair.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Fag," the voice that kicked him snapped at his prey's defiance. Ryou wondered who the moron was with such a sadly limited vocabulary. Was that his only and worst insult? Pathetic….
Another kick knocked Ryou hard in the head. He finally looked up. He still didn't watch the attacker; he searched for the waiter from the club.
"What, did I forget to tip you for doing nothing?" he asked the idiot.
A cloud of clueless thoughts passed over the oily face as he tried to register what Ryou had just said. The expression was soon glowering. The fool motioned to a man Ryou thought he'd seen before. Instantly the two larger ape-men pinned the small boy down with his hands behind his back. It was hardly necessary and angered Ryou.
"Ya not in da position ta be insultin' no one," the table washer informed Ryou.
The white haired boy raised a thin eyebrow at this, "I feel sorry for your grammar teacher. She obviously can't teach against double negatives," he informed the idiot.
The waiter looked severely confused again. The tall one Ryou thought he had seen before elbowed his ally in the side.
"Dude, you aren't gonna let that kid talk to you like that?"
"What, did I insult your mother?" Ryou muttered. The apes heard this had twisted his arms the wrong direction. The boy fought an embarrassing yelp.
If someone had had the chance to ask Ryou what the Hell he was smoking that day, he wouldn't have been able to answer. It they asked him what he was thinking, he would have to consider just what was running through his mind. In fact, a certain reckless urge had come over the boy. He just didn't care what was going to happen to him in the moment. Ryou didn't care that he'd regret it later; just that they'd kill him off and he wouldn't have to worry. The obvious danger of provoking the primitive morons was suddenly very tempting to the boy. It didn't matter if they beat him to a bloody pulp as a dark, temporary madness covered his reasoning, processing all his outward thoughts to insane revelations. Death no longer existed as something to fear, but welcome with opened arms and a peck on the cheek. Once dieing was not a concern, there was really nothing to get on your soapbox of utter hysteria for.
Ryou had reached this brink of insanity a few times before after he'd first become connected to the Ring and it never lasted forever. He found he loved the clearness of it: making your own easy to understand reality and throwing the original out for a while. Ryou remembered what the Yami Bakura had replied once when asked if he had gone insane. He said that going crazy was fun, staying crazy was funny, and dieing crazy was down right hilarious. Everything to the Spirit was something to laugh at; he had zero respect for everyone. Ryou had no idea why he was thinking about this.
"I don't very much like you," the guy Ryou thought he recognized informed him.
Oh, like that wasn't obvious already!
The man kicked him in the forehead, hard. Ryou's eyesight blanked out for a few seconds as his head went back from the force. Someone grabbed his hair and kept his face from falling back to the ground. Ryou's rapidly diminishing conscious was pushed to the extent, grasping the outside world by thin, snapping threads. The apes pulled Ryou by his hair and arms to a kneeling position. He looked up at the waiter and the mystery face that he knew he'd seen somewhere.
"So, Fag, you're gonna break all those little girls hearts, hmm? Why did you have to walk in and form so many major crushes? Lot's of people saw you with Selina and Adrienne, even if you were trying to be invisible. My girlfriend wouldn't shut up about how charming you were. Personally, I don't think it's very charismatic to stare at the ground and scuffle your feet, but then I didn't have that kind of opinion on other guys because I'm not like you."
Ryou just blinked at him. Was that what this was all about? He wasn't gay, just in love with his Yami who just happened to be a guy. He didn't critique other males or anything. Ryou wasn't really of that swing when it came to other people. He didn't look at anyone that way because he knew it was hopeless. The first and last girlfriend he ever had was sent to the Shadow Realm. That made relationships lethal for the other person, so Ryou went for the on being he knew his Yami couldn't destroy, the Fiend himself. That brilliant idea had also gone downhill though.
"Where your boyfriend, Fag?" the tall familiar man spat.
Ryou already knew now where he'd seen the guy before. He was in the group of people Selina had introduced him to. Ryou found he suddenly hated Selina and all her little devoted minions. He could have gone to Anzu's house if he really wanted to be annoyed out of his reasoning. Now he had all these new enemies just for walking with a group he hardly knew.
"Well, where? Answer me, Fag!" the guy ordered.
Ryou made a pathetic yelp even he was ashamed of as his arms were twisted in entirely the wrong directions behind him. This was apparently to emphasize the speed they wished him to answer.
"I don't know," he responded, scowling himself for how pleading he sounded.
"Good, than I guess he don't either," the man smirked, pulling a fist back and punching Ryou's face.
The frail boy nearly blacked out again. Everything was white for a few seconds. He tried to look through it to the hazy shapes of the group. Like a slow fog, it cleared. When it was gone, reality attacked as well.
This ended the insanity of not caring about himself.
Suddenly, Ryou realized just how much danger he was in. His insides knotted and he paled. How angry was the punk before him anyway? How far was he going to go? Ryou quickly realized he did not want to die. No one really wants to die. You cannot care, but come on. Suicidal persons did not really desire their death; they just felt entitled to the end because they were no longer needed. They are willing, but they don't truly want it, not for real, even though they say otherwise at times.
Ryou looked nervously into the other face. He gulped in silent fear.
There was a murderous light in the man's eye. Ryou wondered if he was drunk. The boy was scared of what would happen next. He was terrified of the guy before him. He could only watch as another blow headed at his face. He felt it connect with his skull.
Sickly, the world spun around twice and turned upside down. The strength in Ryou's knees gave and he went limp before another fist crushed into his stomach. Like the all too true cliché stated, everything went black.
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Since all the reviewers are so wonderful, I put this chapter up extremely early. I got seven reviews in one day! [I still can't get over all these reviews]. Also, the next chapter may be late because I wrote it too fast and am having trouble reading my own handwriting [sad, I know]. So, since I asked for six reviews and now there are nine, I can update! Yay!
Next chapter is supposed to be pretty long, so, hehe, y'all can read this short bit that leads to it. Now you get to have these two nice chapters if you're on spring break. And those people on vacation can come back to two chapters! See, I wonderful! I'm bored! I'm gonna type my way through vacation time! Yay!
I am not a procrastinator when I can help it. Usually I can get others to do the work so there's nothing to procrastinate [yeah, I'm a bitch, I know, but a great writing bitch]. The Evil Laugh procrastinates so much I bet she'll establish it as a religion. That's why she hasn't put up the last chapter to the fic I co-write with her. She keeps putting everything off till the next week. I do not, as you can see with all my lovely updates.
Since this is so soon after the next chapter, there will be no questions. I will, however request seven reviews, okay? Seven! I still want reviews, hehehe, yeah.
Stigmatize - 1. To characterize as disgraceful; brand. 2. To mark with stigma
-------- Stigma - 1. A mark or token of infamy or disgrace.
While this describes Yami Bakura, the title is also mocking the authoress. It is my feel at this story so far if it represented me. Lots of love, eh? Go look up infamy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
COMMENTS & THANKS:
THE-DARK-ONE: [review #1]: " 'Angst, shounen-ai, AND bishounen ...*sighs* A perfect world.' "-tell Ryou that…. ^_^U. …………….Don't worry about long reviews, I like reading them. Some reviews are so short, you wouldn't believe it! In fact, for last chapter one review was, I quote "add new chapter". I dislike short reviews, actually; I hate short reviews, and they're soo hard to reply to. …………………..FF.net let me know I was in your favs! [but not so for poor Draggy, I'm in her fav stories AND authors]. …………I do really try to update once a week around Friday-Sunday. For the last fic I co-wrote I told the readers to just look for new chapters every Monday. FF.net had them up by then.
THE-DARK-ONE: [review #2]: It was in the bathroom you thought you figured out my plot? Okay… nice…. Well, the Yami and Hikari aren't exactly switching. Ryou stays nice little Ryou with a new insane edge he can't control [tapped into this chapter]. It's more like a swap in Power, not personality. It's explained in chapter 15, I think. At the moment, the notebook I am typing from is chapters 1-13 and I know the explanation theory and the end of this fic are in the next notebook I have in my dresser, waiting. …………..Ryou and Yami get back together for…a while…. I don't know about my infamous little sequel, though. …………………I never thought I could write shounen-ai with a plot either. The first two chapters of this fic didn't have much of a plot till the songfic chapter, where a slight idea came to me. Then, over Christmas when my computer broke and I had to go on vacation, I was able to make a real plot. I finished the skeleton of this entire story almost two weeks ago. Now I'm trying to find a good idea for my sequel. This fic kinda…hehehe…cuts off…. I'm planning on making Jounounchi a bigger character there [he's hardly in this fic]. Go me!
DAUGHTEROFDEATH: Okay, here is the next chapter-don't say thank you or anything…. There was something primitive and cold about your review that made me laugh.
SEISHOMURU: Don't worry, my computer dies all the time and does a great job at ticking off reviewers because I can't update.
JADEYUY: You and lots of other people like this fic. You and lots of other people want this story to keep going.
CHEESEPUFF: Yami Bakura isn't exactly turning mortal, he's just felling a bit, less powerful. *tries in vain to think of how to explain her idea* Awe, well, just wait till chapter 15 of 16 [I forget which], it will be cleared up around there in a nice big info dump, kay? I don't want to give away too much till ya'll get there.
NO NAME: Nope, I haven't gone on any type of vacation. I get to sit in the flat alone for nine hours listening to CDs and playing guitar. It. Gets. Boring. I played so long I accidentally cut myself on tiny little high E. My finger didn't stop bleeding for what must have been well on thirty minutes. I have all sorts of spare time now. I think I'll get around to my sequel. I have the first chapter to that planned already, yay! And I can tell you truthfully; Yami Bakura and Ryou will meet in the next chapter. Good? Good!
AURORA BELMONT VAMPIRE HUNTER: Don't you dare set Yami Bak[a]ura straight! That would devastate poor little Ryou since he can't have a girlfriend [you find out this chapter, it's mentioned]. ……………Hey, ya know, why I read the word "Baka" I think, Bakura because of the insult 'bakatare' [which is baka: stupid].
YAMI KRISSY: Fun to read, eh? Well, some of my future chapters are actually quite funny. I haven't grown out of when I used to write humor fics, and I love putting funnies all over the place.
This is Ryou's agony. [Insert maniacal laughter] You'd think this chapter would be titled 'Fag' you see, the word is used so often.
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Stigmatize
Chapter 11: Charismatic
"Well, if it ain't little Ryou Bakura…" a voice sneered.
Ryou looked up wearily to see a small group of snickering idiots before him. He tried to find which had spoken, but failed. The gang of four looked down on him with an expression that was, or greatly akin to, loathing. In his current state of fatigue, all Ryou could do was gulp and stare back nervously. He recognized one of the faces, but couldn't remember exactly where he'd seen it. Everything was too hazy.
The entire group was glaring at him. Ryou tried to remember how exactly he had wronged the guys. He was lifted to his feet by two un-godly strong ape-men. He wonder faintly it Darwin really had been terribly wrong about that whole evolution theory, that modern man and primitive man where actually two different species. That or one group was really from outer space.
The two supports let go, and much to the opposite of what he wanted to do, Ryou's knees gave out and he promptly collapsed to the ground in a quivering heap.
"I swear ya'll, the dude's a fag. He, like, told me so 'emself," a voice Ryou faintly recognized informed the others.
"You a fag, Fag?" another voice challenged. It was accompanied by a kick in the ribs.
Ryou didn't look up. Who were those people? Did he know them from some terrible past life they recalled and he didn't? He stared at the ground. If that was so, it was extremely unfair.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Fag," the voice that kicked him snapped at his prey's defiance. Ryou wondered who the moron was with such a sadly limited vocabulary. Was that his only and worst insult? Pathetic….
Another kick knocked Ryou hard in the head. He finally looked up. He still didn't watch the attacker; he searched for the waiter from the club.
"What, did I forget to tip you for doing nothing?" he asked the idiot.
A cloud of clueless thoughts passed over the oily face as he tried to register what Ryou had just said. The expression was soon glowering. The fool motioned to a man Ryou thought he'd seen before. Instantly the two larger ape-men pinned the small boy down with his hands behind his back. It was hardly necessary and angered Ryou.
"Ya not in da position ta be insultin' no one," the table washer informed Ryou.
The white haired boy raised a thin eyebrow at this, "I feel sorry for your grammar teacher. She obviously can't teach against double negatives," he informed the idiot.
The waiter looked severely confused again. The tall one Ryou thought he had seen before elbowed his ally in the side.
"Dude, you aren't gonna let that kid talk to you like that?"
"What, did I insult your mother?" Ryou muttered. The apes heard this had twisted his arms the wrong direction. The boy fought an embarrassing yelp.
If someone had had the chance to ask Ryou what the Hell he was smoking that day, he wouldn't have been able to answer. It they asked him what he was thinking, he would have to consider just what was running through his mind. In fact, a certain reckless urge had come over the boy. He just didn't care what was going to happen to him in the moment. Ryou didn't care that he'd regret it later; just that they'd kill him off and he wouldn't have to worry. The obvious danger of provoking the primitive morons was suddenly very tempting to the boy. It didn't matter if they beat him to a bloody pulp as a dark, temporary madness covered his reasoning, processing all his outward thoughts to insane revelations. Death no longer existed as something to fear, but welcome with opened arms and a peck on the cheek. Once dieing was not a concern, there was really nothing to get on your soapbox of utter hysteria for.
Ryou had reached this brink of insanity a few times before after he'd first become connected to the Ring and it never lasted forever. He found he loved the clearness of it: making your own easy to understand reality and throwing the original out for a while. Ryou remembered what the Yami Bakura had replied once when asked if he had gone insane. He said that going crazy was fun, staying crazy was funny, and dieing crazy was down right hilarious. Everything to the Spirit was something to laugh at; he had zero respect for everyone. Ryou had no idea why he was thinking about this.
"I don't very much like you," the guy Ryou thought he recognized informed him.
Oh, like that wasn't obvious already!
The man kicked him in the forehead, hard. Ryou's eyesight blanked out for a few seconds as his head went back from the force. Someone grabbed his hair and kept his face from falling back to the ground. Ryou's rapidly diminishing conscious was pushed to the extent, grasping the outside world by thin, snapping threads. The apes pulled Ryou by his hair and arms to a kneeling position. He looked up at the waiter and the mystery face that he knew he'd seen somewhere.
"So, Fag, you're gonna break all those little girls hearts, hmm? Why did you have to walk in and form so many major crushes? Lot's of people saw you with Selina and Adrienne, even if you were trying to be invisible. My girlfriend wouldn't shut up about how charming you were. Personally, I don't think it's very charismatic to stare at the ground and scuffle your feet, but then I didn't have that kind of opinion on other guys because I'm not like you."
Ryou just blinked at him. Was that what this was all about? He wasn't gay, just in love with his Yami who just happened to be a guy. He didn't critique other males or anything. Ryou wasn't really of that swing when it came to other people. He didn't look at anyone that way because he knew it was hopeless. The first and last girlfriend he ever had was sent to the Shadow Realm. That made relationships lethal for the other person, so Ryou went for the on being he knew his Yami couldn't destroy, the Fiend himself. That brilliant idea had also gone downhill though.
"Where your boyfriend, Fag?" the tall familiar man spat.
Ryou already knew now where he'd seen the guy before. He was in the group of people Selina had introduced him to. Ryou found he suddenly hated Selina and all her little devoted minions. He could have gone to Anzu's house if he really wanted to be annoyed out of his reasoning. Now he had all these new enemies just for walking with a group he hardly knew.
"Well, where? Answer me, Fag!" the guy ordered.
Ryou made a pathetic yelp even he was ashamed of as his arms were twisted in entirely the wrong directions behind him. This was apparently to emphasize the speed they wished him to answer.
"I don't know," he responded, scowling himself for how pleading he sounded.
"Good, than I guess he don't either," the man smirked, pulling a fist back and punching Ryou's face.
The frail boy nearly blacked out again. Everything was white for a few seconds. He tried to look through it to the hazy shapes of the group. Like a slow fog, it cleared. When it was gone, reality attacked as well.
This ended the insanity of not caring about himself.
Suddenly, Ryou realized just how much danger he was in. His insides knotted and he paled. How angry was the punk before him anyway? How far was he going to go? Ryou quickly realized he did not want to die. No one really wants to die. You cannot care, but come on. Suicidal persons did not really desire their death; they just felt entitled to the end because they were no longer needed. They are willing, but they don't truly want it, not for real, even though they say otherwise at times.
Ryou looked nervously into the other face. He gulped in silent fear.
There was a murderous light in the man's eye. Ryou wondered if he was drunk. The boy was scared of what would happen next. He was terrified of the guy before him. He could only watch as another blow headed at his face. He felt it connect with his skull.
Sickly, the world spun around twice and turned upside down. The strength in Ryou's knees gave and he went limp before another fist crushed into his stomach. Like the all too true cliché stated, everything went black.
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Since all the reviewers are so wonderful, I put this chapter up extremely early. I got seven reviews in one day! [I still can't get over all these reviews]. Also, the next chapter may be late because I wrote it too fast and am having trouble reading my own handwriting [sad, I know]. So, since I asked for six reviews and now there are nine, I can update! Yay!
Next chapter is supposed to be pretty long, so, hehe, y'all can read this short bit that leads to it. Now you get to have these two nice chapters if you're on spring break. And those people on vacation can come back to two chapters! See, I wonderful! I'm bored! I'm gonna type my way through vacation time! Yay!
I am not a procrastinator when I can help it. Usually I can get others to do the work so there's nothing to procrastinate [yeah, I'm a bitch, I know, but a great writing bitch]. The Evil Laugh procrastinates so much I bet she'll establish it as a religion. That's why she hasn't put up the last chapter to the fic I co-write with her. She keeps putting everything off till the next week. I do not, as you can see with all my lovely updates.
Since this is so soon after the next chapter, there will be no questions. I will, however request seven reviews, okay? Seven! I still want reviews, hehehe, yeah.