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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:
KEMU: Look, I typed real fast and now I have this chapter up by Sunday! Yay! I'm getting really distracted, if this fic didn't have so many reviews I wouldn't be updating so much!
ALLENBY: Yuugi annoys me a bit, but not as much as Yami. Procrastination is fun!
BALZE THE RAGING WEREWOLF: I don't usually procrastinate fanfics so I have very little to worry about. If I get less that four reviews for the first chapter though, I stop unless it's Mediaminer.org. And you burned off Yami B's eyebrow? Ouch?
THE-DARK-ONE: I love your long reviews. I was going to E-mail you, but I didn't go on the Internet all week. I'm thinking of yet another fic now as I have finished this one and just have to add details. There is more info on that at the end of this chapter. If you let me E-mail you, then I'd be able to send all these nice little wannabe fics. I already have two people I send ideas to who tell me if I should work on them. That's actually the only reason I published "Stigmatized", I gave the first chapter to my Yugioh obsessed friend and now she likes shounen-ai. Sry for typos. I'm trying real fast to get this out in time; I wasn't planning on updating this week.
AURORA BELMONT VAMPIRE HUNTER: Yes, Ryou does seem a little...insane, hm? I do that a lot to him in my fics [and I find I have yet to tire of repeating this style for his character]
JAJYUY: No, there was no sarcasm in my last reply-none, none at all!
NONAME: I don't even understand your reviews anymore.
CHEESEPUFF: Yes, I'm great about posting and I wasn't planning to this week so there are about a million grammar errors.
VEGETASGIRL: I love spring break too! I wrote an entire fic I haven't published during it! [More info in end of chapter] I stayed up and broke my curfew typing this chapter, so hey, I'm okay. Spring break ends for me tomorrow.
NO NAME: You sound like a professional fanfic reader. You always go, 'for us readers' and I'm like wow, good to know all those readers out there are happy, especially since I love reviews. I wasn't going to update this week, but so many people where going to be disappointed!
KITSUNEDREAMS: Don't dis your fic unless you have a good reason or no reviews. That's my motto, so I guess I can't put down any of my own fics. ........So I guess you want to be called.Kit? Yay!
This is where Ryou FINALLY GOES BACK TO YAMI BAKURA! Yay!
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Stigmatize
Chapter 12: Home
Ryou opened his eyes wearily at the small light of afternoon in the cloudy city. Sunbeams were refracting off of the shiny rusting metal objects. It filled his view of the once dark alleyway.
Slowly Ryou rose, leaning heavily against the wall. He could see his reflection in the large metal structures around him randomly. His vision was hazy and misted. There was a red blur in the unclear image of his face that led from his noose.
Blood. Before he tried to leave, he'd have to get rid of that.
Ryou felt his pockets for anything. In his shirt he found a napkin. It was quite large with writing all over it. It was words to a song: Adrienne. Carefully he skimmed the verses. It wasn't much. The melody and cords at the bottom made no sense whatsoever to him. The boy didn't like the lyrics at all; they were just stupid. It was amateur ignorance on something that couldn't, shouldn't be put to words.
Ryou looked up and around for water. He needed to get rid of the blood before he went anywhere. Quickly, he located a faucet a few feet away. He threw the napkin aside and eased towards the spout. After a few seconds trying to get the pressure bearable, Ryou placed his cupped hands under the strong stream of water. He splashed it on his face and hair and rubbed the dried blood away.
After turning off the spout, Ryou turned to the napkin again. He observed it once more before taking the paper and drying his face with it. When he was done, the writing was only smears on pulp. He tossed the lump aside and tried to walk to the street.
Ryou soon discovered it hurt terribly to take more than a few steps. Carefully, slowly, he tried to walk till he could ignore the stress and pain. When the boy reached the larger street, he had to shield his eyes from the brighter sun with a free hand. He surveyed the area and realized he was in a part of downtown Domino leaning against some restaurant Jounounchi had once told him about. The blonde boy didn't live too far from where Ryou now stood, neither did that Gabe fellow Selina had introduce him to. In fact, Gabe was closer, but Ryou decided he wanted to go to Jounounchi's instead.
Ryou made his way down the sidewalk carefully. He stumbled a few times, but never entirely fell, which was a good thing, proving he could make some effort at travel. Of course, he never took a hand from the wall as well.
Close to Gabe's Ryou started to feel ill. He hurried to the larger man's house instead of Jounounchi's. The pale boy wanted to get off the street soon.
When he entered, Ryou heard Adrienne and Selina. He would have turned and run, but it was too much of an effort. Thankfully, they were in another room. He snuck past their conversation unnoticed as the two idiots were fighting over which had a certain bracelet. He wondered with such horrible issues how the girls ever woke up in the morning!
Silently Ryou crept up to his former bedroom, very glad the others present had fail to notice he was about again. He lay down in the bed exhausted and fell asleep.
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Ryou woke up as it was getting late. He looked around the small Hell that was Gabe's. There was a very loud noise outside of someone's motorbike pulling up and revving its engine. Inside the house a voice yelled a few choice insults in greeting. There where many people downstairs, all getting ready for a promising party.
Ryou sighed and sat up, looking around in the fading light from outside. He could not see the sunset from his cell window, just the building next door. He'd probably missed it already anyway. It was now just evening, creeping into night, one of the most depressing times of the day.
Well, depressing for most people like Ryou. Down below folks were shouting and enjoying themselves to an almost insane degree. He listened vaguely to their foul language and rude suggestions. It was quite the primitive celebration making him question just how far man had really evolved. Adrienne's voice rang high above the rest and Ryou covered his ears.
"Look, we have to like, find a place for these coats," Ryou heard the annoying voice of Selina inform down the hall. She was upstairs with a massive person that sounded like Gabe.
Ryou closed his eyes as a wave of dizziness passed over him. His head throbbed moronically in his conscious. It hurt to even think.
"Maybe there," Gabe suggested.
"Anywhere, I'm just tired of holding up all this crap," another voice complained. Ryou tensed. It was the guy who cornered him in the ally.
"Watch your mouth, Tony," Selina scowled. Ryou waited nervously. His name was Tony, uh, great.
The footsteps moved towards a nearby door-and passed it. Slowly the knob to his room turned and the boy held his breath where he sat on the bed. He didn't move; he was too frightened. There was nowhere to go, not even a closet. Tony was on the other side of that door, and his goons were probably all downstairs partying. Ryou was scared to meet the group again; horrified at the idea he might try to defy them. He was worried that he'd recklessly hurt himself once more by angering the ape-men and didn't understand why he had in the first place.
"We'll just put them on the-oh," Selina started coming in and switching on the lights.
"What is it?" Tony asked
"Ryou, is that you?" she questioned, though it was quite obvious.
Ryou looked up at her. She was standing shocked in the doorway, several coats lain over her arm. Behind her where Gabe holding nothing and the devil with so many garments that he had to turn to see what was going on, a malicious glare on his face. Ryou don't look at him long, turning his glaze to Selina's coats.
"Wait a sec while I put these up," she ordered, rushing to another room to put the coats up and coming back before Ryou could even think about running.
"What ever you do," he muttered, winching at his terrible head pain, "Don't get Adrienne."
Selina looked at him confused with a face that read 'huh?' in every obvious aspect of the expression. That was just what she had been planning to do.
"I don't like her," he informed at the girls bewilderment.
Selina's smile dropped slightly in disappointment. Gabe smirked while Tony just watched Ryou like the other boy had escaped a federal prison.
"Like Ryou, where did you go yesterday?" she asked, "And like, who was that guy?"
Ryou could tell by her tone that she though a lot of 'that guy'.
"Malik Ishtar," he answered her second question.
"Where did ya'll go? You like, walked out so very rudely on us with out saying anything. It wasn't polite, we like didn't know where you were going." She pouted.
Ryou cringed slightly. He patience was nearly torn. It was hard to have to be polite to the people he loathed completely; who caused him so much pain. Ryou wanted very badly to be with his other group; to be with Yuugi, Anzu, Jounounchi, and Honda. The airheads before him were just to caught up in themselves and pretty things that caught their eyes.
"Well, Ryou, why didn't you tell us?" she asked again.
"Later," he groaned as she tried to sit next to him. He shot across the bed quickly to the other side. Tony's fists twitched at this and Ryou stopped.
Selina's mouth pinched to a straight line at his rebuttal to her approach.
"Ryou, it was like, weird when you left with that guy. Your eyes like glazed over or something; fogged up. We were all freaked. Then you follow him out of the arcade like some mindless zombie." She scowled him.
"Oh, that's-that's great," he replied, looking at the floor.
"Are you even like, listening to me?" she asked.
"No," Ryou answered truthfully. She gasped at him offended.
"Well, Ryou!" she announced in surprise, "Here I'm like trying to see what's wrong and what happened yesterday and you are like, being so difficult! What messed you up?"
She grabbed his arm and Ryou pulled back in terror. He acted on some sudden impulse and slapped her hard across the face. She screamed and released the bruised skin, making it visible to everyone else on the small room.
Tony attacked. He let out a terrible roar and leapt at the bed where Ryou was. The white haired boy dodged him and hit the floor, crawling as fast as he could away. Gabe came to his rescue, grabbing Tony's arms behind him. He watched Ryou in surprise.
Quickly Ryou shot up and ran to the door. He collided with Adrienne and fell back.
"Sorry, didn't see-Ryou?" she asked. He rose up and rushed past her, Selina screaming for him to stop, that she was sorry he was hurt.
Like some ragamuffin in the crowded streets of a big city, he made his way at high speeds through the party. A few people tried to stop him as he ran at Selina's insistence and Ryou ended up biting the last one.
Ryou made it onto the street in ample time, ignoring the pain in his legs. No thought hit him past getting the Hell away from the large house. He stumbled, picked himself up, and kept going; stumbled, picked himself up, and kept going. It wasn't long before he actually reached his own house leaving all the confusion behind. All he wanted to do was get inside and sleep in a bed, a good real bed.
The door was locked, like it should have been. Ryou smiled at this but was also slightly annoyed. Inside past the locked barrier was home. He rang the bell, listening for sounds of pursuit. There where footsteps behind him and he turned to see what it was.
The street was empty, but he had thought he hear noises. It was nothing: no one following. He was pulled into the house roughly before he could turn back around.
"Where were you, you Idiot?" the Fiend greeted him.
/ Nice to meet you too / he thought sarcastically.
Ryou felt a rope forced over his head: the Millennium Ring. He couldn't see it, the house was too dark.
"Yami?" he asked quietly.
There was no reply, but the Daemon's mouth was soon to his Light's. Ryou felt the long tongue force itself into him, down his throat in its energy. He couldn't breathe and his gagging reflex caused him to start choking into the Spirit. He felt he was going to pass out before it stopped.
The Fiend broke away again and held the boy close. Ryou face was practically smothered in the fabric of the Spirit's shirt. He closed his eyes painfully. It hurt physically as the as the Spirit stroked his long white hair, nearly pulling out. It was as if the Yami was trying to make sure his Hikari was really there.
"You don't leave," he commanded menacingly.
"Why?" Ryou muttered, his mind still not able to go past pain.
"I'll make you wish you were never born, fool."
Ryou felt the Spirit place his mouth on the skin of his neck, attacking him. It hurt and it was evil to the boy. He reached for the wall and turned the lights on. His dark growled and pulled away.
"Who did you let hurt you? You're my Hikari, no one else is in charge!" the daemon inquired violently. He grabbed Ryou's arm and twisted it behind him, forcing a yelp from the child.
"Oh my God," a voice breathed outside. The Fiend quickly dropped his prey and rushed out the door.
Ryou hit the ground hard, his head striking a low table. Feeling ill, he pulled himself up and into a chair. The Spirit soon returned with none other than the infamous Tony. He brought the young man right up to Ryou, arms pinned behind him.
"Who is this?" he hissed.
Ryou looked at the boy sorrowfully. He shouldn't have followed.
/ I don't care, Yami / he replied mentally.
"Well, who is he?" the Find growled, twisting Tony's wrist's harshly.
/ I don't care / Ryou answered again.
"Answer me!" the Spirit yelled. Tony cried out in even more pain.
"Can't you hear me?" Ryou asked, "I'm telling you mentally I don't care."
"But I can't hear you," the Yami mused, loosening his grip slightly.
There was silence for a few seconds.
"Did you get that?" the Spirit asked.
"Did you say anything?" Ryou answered nervously.
"Oh, Ra!" the Yami scowled, throwing Tony into the hall closet and locking it.
Ryou grabbed his Ring and felt it frantically, screaming nonsense through his mental link. His dark's expression never changed.
"It's cold," he remarked, looking at it.
"Damn," the Spirit muttered as Ryou finally passed out.
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Wow, 3 reviews in one hour! I can't believe it!
I wasn't planning on updating this week, so thank me and forgive all the errors. I have limited time on the computer and tried the best I could to finish this little bit for all my great reviewers!
Sorry this chapter came out so splendidly terrible, but I've been distracted all week. I actually type fast when I have school. During spring break though, I typed an ENITRE RYOU/SETO fic, that I haven't published yet, so hey! Even I think it [the fic I've worked on] was pretty good, so don't yell at me about updates! I'll get around to it, I know what I'm doing, and if it takes a while, I just get more reviewers reviewing and complaining about my laziness.
My acoustic guitar also broke! I took it to the shop finally and am getting it fixed quite cheap. FIFTY DOLLARS. That is not much for where I live; believe me. I got the repair guy through word of mouth and I've seen his work on my instructor's Gibson. So I've been stressing over this. Two weeks till my instrument returns to me! I miss it already. Till then, I have my Epiphone [an electric guitar], so it's not like I've lost everything for two weeks.
Well, read and review. I want over seven reviews, okay?
HERE IS MY QUESTION:
Should I publish another fic? It's completely done, so I won't be forgetting this story. Here's my summary:
Summary: Ryou agrees to baby-sit Mokuba Kaiba and finds out a secret about Seto. Ryou agrees to help Seto win his love over, but what happens when Ryou realizes he made one big mistake and falls for Kaiba? He'll get over it, right?
Here an excerpt to help you decide [or just advertise the fic]:
"Okay, I 'm officially weirded out. I'm considering jumping around the room and screaming. Hollering about lobsters and bipolar CEOs, about being forced to ride on someone's shoulder forever (what, so I'm traumatized for life) and sitting through dull one-sided conversations. I read about a boy who somehow got the notion that eating utensils had feelings. He would try to eat his long noodles without banging his teeth against the chopsticks. Very difficult, I tried after I read it. What would it look like to all the patrons if I started ranting about crafty daemon lobsters with crooked ways? About how hard it was to consume food without having your teeth scraping your eating devices? I doubt they'd be very thrilled. If those people had wanted to see a freak show, they would have gotten dinner at the circus."
Well should I? It's in Ryou POV and purposively funny. Please let me know, you're opinion counts. Ya know, if one person says 'sure go ahead' I'll publish it or give them the first chapter to read. Heck, I might just publish it anyway. I still want you people's opinion because I'm trying to write a fic that will also beat this one. I want to keep challenging myself on these kinds of things like fan fiction. I write serious stories and humor, and this is where I'm going to make them run together at very high speeds to form a new style for me.
There if you read all that, whoa! You've probably forgotten how many reviews I want. Okay, seven. I want seven reviews. Okay?
Thank you!
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:
KEMU: Look, I typed real fast and now I have this chapter up by Sunday! Yay! I'm getting really distracted, if this fic didn't have so many reviews I wouldn't be updating so much!
ALLENBY: Yuugi annoys me a bit, but not as much as Yami. Procrastination is fun!
BALZE THE RAGING WEREWOLF: I don't usually procrastinate fanfics so I have very little to worry about. If I get less that four reviews for the first chapter though, I stop unless it's Mediaminer.org. And you burned off Yami B's eyebrow? Ouch?
THE-DARK-ONE: I love your long reviews. I was going to E-mail you, but I didn't go on the Internet all week. I'm thinking of yet another fic now as I have finished this one and just have to add details. There is more info on that at the end of this chapter. If you let me E-mail you, then I'd be able to send all these nice little wannabe fics. I already have two people I send ideas to who tell me if I should work on them. That's actually the only reason I published "Stigmatized", I gave the first chapter to my Yugioh obsessed friend and now she likes shounen-ai. Sry for typos. I'm trying real fast to get this out in time; I wasn't planning on updating this week.
AURORA BELMONT VAMPIRE HUNTER: Yes, Ryou does seem a little...insane, hm? I do that a lot to him in my fics [and I find I have yet to tire of repeating this style for his character]
JAJYUY: No, there was no sarcasm in my last reply-none, none at all!
NONAME: I don't even understand your reviews anymore.
CHEESEPUFF: Yes, I'm great about posting and I wasn't planning to this week so there are about a million grammar errors.
VEGETASGIRL: I love spring break too! I wrote an entire fic I haven't published during it! [More info in end of chapter] I stayed up and broke my curfew typing this chapter, so hey, I'm okay. Spring break ends for me tomorrow.
NO NAME: You sound like a professional fanfic reader. You always go, 'for us readers' and I'm like wow, good to know all those readers out there are happy, especially since I love reviews. I wasn't going to update this week, but so many people where going to be disappointed!
KITSUNEDREAMS: Don't dis your fic unless you have a good reason or no reviews. That's my motto, so I guess I can't put down any of my own fics. ........So I guess you want to be called.Kit? Yay!
This is where Ryou FINALLY GOES BACK TO YAMI BAKURA! Yay!
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Stigmatize
Chapter 12: Home
Ryou opened his eyes wearily at the small light of afternoon in the cloudy city. Sunbeams were refracting off of the shiny rusting metal objects. It filled his view of the once dark alleyway.
Slowly Ryou rose, leaning heavily against the wall. He could see his reflection in the large metal structures around him randomly. His vision was hazy and misted. There was a red blur in the unclear image of his face that led from his noose.
Blood. Before he tried to leave, he'd have to get rid of that.
Ryou felt his pockets for anything. In his shirt he found a napkin. It was quite large with writing all over it. It was words to a song: Adrienne. Carefully he skimmed the verses. It wasn't much. The melody and cords at the bottom made no sense whatsoever to him. The boy didn't like the lyrics at all; they were just stupid. It was amateur ignorance on something that couldn't, shouldn't be put to words.
Ryou looked up and around for water. He needed to get rid of the blood before he went anywhere. Quickly, he located a faucet a few feet away. He threw the napkin aside and eased towards the spout. After a few seconds trying to get the pressure bearable, Ryou placed his cupped hands under the strong stream of water. He splashed it on his face and hair and rubbed the dried blood away.
After turning off the spout, Ryou turned to the napkin again. He observed it once more before taking the paper and drying his face with it. When he was done, the writing was only smears on pulp. He tossed the lump aside and tried to walk to the street.
Ryou soon discovered it hurt terribly to take more than a few steps. Carefully, slowly, he tried to walk till he could ignore the stress and pain. When the boy reached the larger street, he had to shield his eyes from the brighter sun with a free hand. He surveyed the area and realized he was in a part of downtown Domino leaning against some restaurant Jounounchi had once told him about. The blonde boy didn't live too far from where Ryou now stood, neither did that Gabe fellow Selina had introduce him to. In fact, Gabe was closer, but Ryou decided he wanted to go to Jounounchi's instead.
Ryou made his way down the sidewalk carefully. He stumbled a few times, but never entirely fell, which was a good thing, proving he could make some effort at travel. Of course, he never took a hand from the wall as well.
Close to Gabe's Ryou started to feel ill. He hurried to the larger man's house instead of Jounounchi's. The pale boy wanted to get off the street soon.
When he entered, Ryou heard Adrienne and Selina. He would have turned and run, but it was too much of an effort. Thankfully, they were in another room. He snuck past their conversation unnoticed as the two idiots were fighting over which had a certain bracelet. He wondered with such horrible issues how the girls ever woke up in the morning!
Silently Ryou crept up to his former bedroom, very glad the others present had fail to notice he was about again. He lay down in the bed exhausted and fell asleep.
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Ryou woke up as it was getting late. He looked around the small Hell that was Gabe's. There was a very loud noise outside of someone's motorbike pulling up and revving its engine. Inside the house a voice yelled a few choice insults in greeting. There where many people downstairs, all getting ready for a promising party.
Ryou sighed and sat up, looking around in the fading light from outside. He could not see the sunset from his cell window, just the building next door. He'd probably missed it already anyway. It was now just evening, creeping into night, one of the most depressing times of the day.
Well, depressing for most people like Ryou. Down below folks were shouting and enjoying themselves to an almost insane degree. He listened vaguely to their foul language and rude suggestions. It was quite the primitive celebration making him question just how far man had really evolved. Adrienne's voice rang high above the rest and Ryou covered his ears.
"Look, we have to like, find a place for these coats," Ryou heard the annoying voice of Selina inform down the hall. She was upstairs with a massive person that sounded like Gabe.
Ryou closed his eyes as a wave of dizziness passed over him. His head throbbed moronically in his conscious. It hurt to even think.
"Maybe there," Gabe suggested.
"Anywhere, I'm just tired of holding up all this crap," another voice complained. Ryou tensed. It was the guy who cornered him in the ally.
"Watch your mouth, Tony," Selina scowled. Ryou waited nervously. His name was Tony, uh, great.
The footsteps moved towards a nearby door-and passed it. Slowly the knob to his room turned and the boy held his breath where he sat on the bed. He didn't move; he was too frightened. There was nowhere to go, not even a closet. Tony was on the other side of that door, and his goons were probably all downstairs partying. Ryou was scared to meet the group again; horrified at the idea he might try to defy them. He was worried that he'd recklessly hurt himself once more by angering the ape-men and didn't understand why he had in the first place.
"We'll just put them on the-oh," Selina started coming in and switching on the lights.
"What is it?" Tony asked
"Ryou, is that you?" she questioned, though it was quite obvious.
Ryou looked up at her. She was standing shocked in the doorway, several coats lain over her arm. Behind her where Gabe holding nothing and the devil with so many garments that he had to turn to see what was going on, a malicious glare on his face. Ryou don't look at him long, turning his glaze to Selina's coats.
"Wait a sec while I put these up," she ordered, rushing to another room to put the coats up and coming back before Ryou could even think about running.
"What ever you do," he muttered, winching at his terrible head pain, "Don't get Adrienne."
Selina looked at him confused with a face that read 'huh?' in every obvious aspect of the expression. That was just what she had been planning to do.
"I don't like her," he informed at the girls bewilderment.
Selina's smile dropped slightly in disappointment. Gabe smirked while Tony just watched Ryou like the other boy had escaped a federal prison.
"Like Ryou, where did you go yesterday?" she asked, "And like, who was that guy?"
Ryou could tell by her tone that she though a lot of 'that guy'.
"Malik Ishtar," he answered her second question.
"Where did ya'll go? You like, walked out so very rudely on us with out saying anything. It wasn't polite, we like didn't know where you were going." She pouted.
Ryou cringed slightly. He patience was nearly torn. It was hard to have to be polite to the people he loathed completely; who caused him so much pain. Ryou wanted very badly to be with his other group; to be with Yuugi, Anzu, Jounounchi, and Honda. The airheads before him were just to caught up in themselves and pretty things that caught their eyes.
"Well, Ryou, why didn't you tell us?" she asked again.
"Later," he groaned as she tried to sit next to him. He shot across the bed quickly to the other side. Tony's fists twitched at this and Ryou stopped.
Selina's mouth pinched to a straight line at his rebuttal to her approach.
"Ryou, it was like, weird when you left with that guy. Your eyes like glazed over or something; fogged up. We were all freaked. Then you follow him out of the arcade like some mindless zombie." She scowled him.
"Oh, that's-that's great," he replied, looking at the floor.
"Are you even like, listening to me?" she asked.
"No," Ryou answered truthfully. She gasped at him offended.
"Well, Ryou!" she announced in surprise, "Here I'm like trying to see what's wrong and what happened yesterday and you are like, being so difficult! What messed you up?"
She grabbed his arm and Ryou pulled back in terror. He acted on some sudden impulse and slapped her hard across the face. She screamed and released the bruised skin, making it visible to everyone else on the small room.
Tony attacked. He let out a terrible roar and leapt at the bed where Ryou was. The white haired boy dodged him and hit the floor, crawling as fast as he could away. Gabe came to his rescue, grabbing Tony's arms behind him. He watched Ryou in surprise.
Quickly Ryou shot up and ran to the door. He collided with Adrienne and fell back.
"Sorry, didn't see-Ryou?" she asked. He rose up and rushed past her, Selina screaming for him to stop, that she was sorry he was hurt.
Like some ragamuffin in the crowded streets of a big city, he made his way at high speeds through the party. A few people tried to stop him as he ran at Selina's insistence and Ryou ended up biting the last one.
Ryou made it onto the street in ample time, ignoring the pain in his legs. No thought hit him past getting the Hell away from the large house. He stumbled, picked himself up, and kept going; stumbled, picked himself up, and kept going. It wasn't long before he actually reached his own house leaving all the confusion behind. All he wanted to do was get inside and sleep in a bed, a good real bed.
The door was locked, like it should have been. Ryou smiled at this but was also slightly annoyed. Inside past the locked barrier was home. He rang the bell, listening for sounds of pursuit. There where footsteps behind him and he turned to see what it was.
The street was empty, but he had thought he hear noises. It was nothing: no one following. He was pulled into the house roughly before he could turn back around.
"Where were you, you Idiot?" the Fiend greeted him.
/ Nice to meet you too / he thought sarcastically.
Ryou felt a rope forced over his head: the Millennium Ring. He couldn't see it, the house was too dark.
"Yami?" he asked quietly.
There was no reply, but the Daemon's mouth was soon to his Light's. Ryou felt the long tongue force itself into him, down his throat in its energy. He couldn't breathe and his gagging reflex caused him to start choking into the Spirit. He felt he was going to pass out before it stopped.
The Fiend broke away again and held the boy close. Ryou face was practically smothered in the fabric of the Spirit's shirt. He closed his eyes painfully. It hurt physically as the as the Spirit stroked his long white hair, nearly pulling out. It was as if the Yami was trying to make sure his Hikari was really there.
"You don't leave," he commanded menacingly.
"Why?" Ryou muttered, his mind still not able to go past pain.
"I'll make you wish you were never born, fool."
Ryou felt the Spirit place his mouth on the skin of his neck, attacking him. It hurt and it was evil to the boy. He reached for the wall and turned the lights on. His dark growled and pulled away.
"Who did you let hurt you? You're my Hikari, no one else is in charge!" the daemon inquired violently. He grabbed Ryou's arm and twisted it behind him, forcing a yelp from the child.
"Oh my God," a voice breathed outside. The Fiend quickly dropped his prey and rushed out the door.
Ryou hit the ground hard, his head striking a low table. Feeling ill, he pulled himself up and into a chair. The Spirit soon returned with none other than the infamous Tony. He brought the young man right up to Ryou, arms pinned behind him.
"Who is this?" he hissed.
Ryou looked at the boy sorrowfully. He shouldn't have followed.
/ I don't care, Yami / he replied mentally.
"Well, who is he?" the Find growled, twisting Tony's wrist's harshly.
/ I don't care / Ryou answered again.
"Answer me!" the Spirit yelled. Tony cried out in even more pain.
"Can't you hear me?" Ryou asked, "I'm telling you mentally I don't care."
"But I can't hear you," the Yami mused, loosening his grip slightly.
There was silence for a few seconds.
"Did you get that?" the Spirit asked.
"Did you say anything?" Ryou answered nervously.
"Oh, Ra!" the Yami scowled, throwing Tony into the hall closet and locking it.
Ryou grabbed his Ring and felt it frantically, screaming nonsense through his mental link. His dark's expression never changed.
"It's cold," he remarked, looking at it.
"Damn," the Spirit muttered as Ryou finally passed out.
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Wow, 3 reviews in one hour! I can't believe it!
I wasn't planning on updating this week, so thank me and forgive all the errors. I have limited time on the computer and tried the best I could to finish this little bit for all my great reviewers!
Sorry this chapter came out so splendidly terrible, but I've been distracted all week. I actually type fast when I have school. During spring break though, I typed an ENITRE RYOU/SETO fic, that I haven't published yet, so hey! Even I think it [the fic I've worked on] was pretty good, so don't yell at me about updates! I'll get around to it, I know what I'm doing, and if it takes a while, I just get more reviewers reviewing and complaining about my laziness.
My acoustic guitar also broke! I took it to the shop finally and am getting it fixed quite cheap. FIFTY DOLLARS. That is not much for where I live; believe me. I got the repair guy through word of mouth and I've seen his work on my instructor's Gibson. So I've been stressing over this. Two weeks till my instrument returns to me! I miss it already. Till then, I have my Epiphone [an electric guitar], so it's not like I've lost everything for two weeks.
Well, read and review. I want over seven reviews, okay?
HERE IS MY QUESTION:
Should I publish another fic? It's completely done, so I won't be forgetting this story. Here's my summary:
Summary: Ryou agrees to baby-sit Mokuba Kaiba and finds out a secret about Seto. Ryou agrees to help Seto win his love over, but what happens when Ryou realizes he made one big mistake and falls for Kaiba? He'll get over it, right?
Here an excerpt to help you decide [or just advertise the fic]:
"Okay, I 'm officially weirded out. I'm considering jumping around the room and screaming. Hollering about lobsters and bipolar CEOs, about being forced to ride on someone's shoulder forever (what, so I'm traumatized for life) and sitting through dull one-sided conversations. I read about a boy who somehow got the notion that eating utensils had feelings. He would try to eat his long noodles without banging his teeth against the chopsticks. Very difficult, I tried after I read it. What would it look like to all the patrons if I started ranting about crafty daemon lobsters with crooked ways? About how hard it was to consume food without having your teeth scraping your eating devices? I doubt they'd be very thrilled. If those people had wanted to see a freak show, they would have gotten dinner at the circus."
Well should I? It's in Ryou POV and purposively funny. Please let me know, you're opinion counts. Ya know, if one person says 'sure go ahead' I'll publish it or give them the first chapter to read. Heck, I might just publish it anyway. I still want you people's opinion because I'm trying to write a fic that will also beat this one. I want to keep challenging myself on these kinds of things like fan fiction. I write serious stories and humor, and this is where I'm going to make them run together at very high speeds to form a new style for me.
There if you read all that, whoa! You've probably forgotten how many reviews I want. Okay, seven. I want seven reviews. Okay?
Thank you!