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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:
RAIN STYORMZ: Wow, someone defined infamy. I was wondering if anyone was actually going to do that.
RAIN STYORMZ: Wow, you reviewed a lot. Now the fic is one 140 reviews. Yay!
RAIN STRORMZ: I know you're PharonicProphesyPeacefulRa. I read the similar name in your bio before you changed it (yes, I read author bios). Belevolent IS NOT A WORD! Oh no! I had a spelling err. Oh well, too late to worry about it now. Benevolent is the word.
SHADOW HAWK: I did publish my new fic! Yay! Sorry I didn't update soon.
ESCURO DE LA LUS: I can never make Yami Bakura gushy and sentimental. This fic doesn't even end happily ever after. I figure, hey we all love Yami Bakura because he daemonic and twisted. Why mess up a good thing for the guy?……………….And yes, I would advertise your site if my computer would let me. The address never shows up when I read my chapter preview and I don't know why. But I visited the site [go me!] and it's quite nice. Anime site though the gallery is full of Yu-Gi-Oh pics, awesome! [I'm easily amused] I was going to make a Yu-Gi-Oh site [I already have one for some local music groups], but my stupid scanner busted, so that plan has been delayed for me.
VEGETASGURL: I posted the fic! Go me. I will finish this story.
KEMU: I'm not done with Tony yet. That moron will be so sorry he messed with Ryou. Yami Bakura is very protective of what he 'owns'. If Ryou had gone the Jou's he would have left real fast due to Jounounchi's father. I actually wrote a bit of that, but it turned to Gabe's instead. I wanted to lock Tony in the closet so very badly.
AURORA BELMONT VAMPIRE HUNTER: I know, what is wrong with Yami Bakura? He should be nicer. Maybe I should make him sweet and lovie dubbie? Okay, no. He'll be evil forever.
CHEESEPUFF: I didn't at more in what you may call soon, but there's a reason for this.
BEHOLDER OF THE SHADOWS: Yes, I made a new fic! Here's my update for this one, which was supposed to go up last week. Hehe, seeing as that didn't happen, here, read!
YAMI KRISSY: Here is MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE!
NO NAME: Wow, so people reading behind you love my fics too? I feel so special now! My Ryou/Seto idea is weird, but so was this fics. Hey, it just might work! Yay!
THE-DARK-ONE: My computer has done that! It was in the beginning of my "Sorry for You…" fic. My school also has some computers sans any mouse. They have these big keyboards with every command imaginable on them. I severely detest those machines since I can't get anywhere in the class time of and hour. I love my mouse even though it was once cut off my computer, was dropped on the motorway while I was moving stuff from my grandma's (my brother picked it up as he travelled, driving behind us on his motorbike)………………………So I'm godlike? Yes, a god with and E-mail account, wow! I never thought any less of myself! [j/k] I'm not the exact centre of my universe.
DRAGGY: Yes, it is my life goal to provide wonderful stories for the public to enjoy and review. I'm glad you like this fic. I don't know what the Hell is going on with T.E.L., she was studying for tests, but now they are done and she's doing…something. I don't know, but I'm having trouble getting in touch with her. All she gave me was the update to her short chaptered humor fic [something about Ryou in school], which I'm updating today. I might just go write the last chapter to "Sorry for You…"all by myself.
This is where Ryou meets Malik and spaces out, a lot.
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Stigmatize
Chapter 13: Don't Touch Ryou
Ryou woke up in the same chair he had dropped off in hours before. His oh-so-caring Yami had not bothered to move him at all or even shift the boy's form to a less strenuous angle.
Ryou didn't get it entirely. He was home again and it was so terribly like nothing had ever happened. It seemed he had never left.
Indeed, when he first awoke he had forgotten for a time the last few nights.
Ryou sighed in mild frustration at all this idiocy he dwelled within. Slowly he rose; or more as in he tried to. His young body was unbelievably tired. The legs that had carried him up and down town at frightening speeds before where now too weak to do anything, much less lift Ryou's weight.
/ Yami? / he inquired mentally, forgetting it was futile.
He'd slapped his forehead if it didn't hurt so much to move. The Ring was seemingly useless now, no more than a hard piece of nice looking metal. Ryou looked down at it. The item glimmered slightly in the light that filled the daytime house. Of course, the electric bulbs were pointlessly on as well. Yami Bakura hadn't bothered to turn them off.
Why did the item no longer work? Had something happened to devastate it when formerly removed by Ryou before taking an apparently nonexistent exit? Had the rejection of the pendant yet the will to let the Spirit survive been so irrational to rattle a Sennen Item? Maybe the thing had simply turned off or something of a similar nature for a while to state some mysterious point. Did this affect the Spirit personally, being so closely bound to the Ring?
The boy knew he wouldn't know anything till the Fiend came home.
Ryou listened silently as the front door opened. He turned his head to it, quickly regretting the movement as his bruised neck tried to jam in opposition. Nausea filled his mixed brain. He stomach did a sickening twist.
Malik Ishtar was soon next to him.
"Ryou, are you okay? What happened? Where were you yesterday?" he asked calmly.
Ryou sighed and turned his head back forward. He closed his eyes slowly and avoided the questions. Malik simply watched him, not expecting a word. He didn't speak again till there was a dull thud from the hall.
"Is there something in the closet, Ryou?"
Ryou looked at the door and gave a slight effort to listen. Before a headache rushed in, he recognized the sound of a body moving wearily.
"Tony is still in there?" he muttered before realizing what this meant. The young man had been locked up all night.
"Malik, get him out of there!" he ordered before is voice cracked weakly.
The Ishtar quickly crossed the room and unlocked the door. Sure enough, there was Tony, hunched in the small enclose.
"Don't let him run," Ryou called loud enough before the prisoner could make a break for it.
"LET ME GO!" Tony yelled, struggling to get out of the blonde haired Egyptian's grasp.
Ryou watched him, only half aware of what was going on. Tony had hurt him. Only his Dark had the authority to do that whenever and not be punished. Tony wasn't the Spirit.
"Lock him back up. Well wait for mou hitori no boku," he condemned the large captive coldly.
"WHAT?" Tony yelled again, "NOT THE MANIC!"
"You make it sound like a bad thing," Malik crooned mockingly, "Are you really that bothered by the mentally unstable?"
Tony face became paler. He tried again, with no avail, to break free.
"Want me to let him go now?" Malik asked, nodding at the front door.
Ryou stare at him and the fugitive emotionlessly, "I said lock him up, Malik," he commanded once more.
"What? You have got to ne kidding me, Ryou. The Spirit of the Ring will kill this moron."
"Lock him up again, please. I would like it if you'd just put Tony back in the closet, Malik," Ryou said, anger rippling his words.
"No, I can't do that to someone. Sorry, Ryou, I'm letting him go," Malik responded, releasing the other young man who ran awkwardly out the door. Ryou glared furiously at his 'friend'.
"Stop being so tyrannical, Ryou. You're acting like your Yami. Stop it!" Malik ordered, coming towards him.
Ryou was suddenly terrified. Tony's absence had now calmed him, but Malik looked angry. The tan boy was soon before him, glaring down. Ryou felt very helpless, sitting in his chair, breathing deeply painful enough to drive him insane. As Malik looked down on him, Ryou had the paranoid notion he was going to be struck. Slowly he turned his glaze up into it Ishtar's eyes.
"Don't do anything, Malik, I didn't mean it. Don't punish me for that, Malik," he pleaded timidly, his tone suddenly very small and nothing like the stern dictation of a few seconds ago.
To his surprise, the Egyptian's expression calmed. He looked down at Ryou with what appeared the loathed pity. Slowly, the blonde sat down on the table across from his pathetic friend.
"No Ryou, I'm not going to hurt you, I could never do that," Malik informed him.
"That's a lie," Ryou contradicted him, "You were part of the reason I ran away."
Malik look injured for a few seconds at this remark. Ryou watched him blankly as he seemed to be trying to find words. Malik not know what to say, how strange!
"Ryou, how many times will I have to apologize before you forgive me?" he asked, a slight stress in his words.
"I did," Ryou answered, "But it's not easy to forget what happened. It really hurt and I haven't recovered yet."
Malik sighed at this and looked away from the boy's eyes. He watched the table before reaching out slowly, warily, and grabbing Ryou hand. He squeezed it gently. Ryou stared at it and fought the urge to pull back violently. He tensed at the gesture.
"I'm sorry," Malik apologized again.
Ryou mutely observed how much darker the tan skinned was over his own, not listening, just trying to block everything out again. Ryou had always thought he was physically incomplete, that when his design was planned in some random pre-life he didn't believe in whoever had drawn his image had forgotten to put it to color. The artist only stopping to work on simple blue eyes and what had promised to be some purple/blue hair before going off, leaving for a party or something, suffering a hangover as he sent the unfinished model to creation. Ryou saw only three real colors to him; white, blue, and purple, the minority being the strange color that ran through his locks and hardly noticeable. Sure, a talented designer had drawn him, but the laziness had made him tragically imperfect.
Who ever had plotted his life story must have been on something too.
"I think you're ill, Ryou," Malik noted as he rubbed the boy's hand. Ryou just shrugged at this. He didn't really care, he was to bored and tired to mind anymore. It was warm out and he was very drowsy.
"It's too warm," he muttered as he felt the house heating up. Malik looked at him confused.
"Are you felling okay? This place is freezing."
"No," Ryou replied, "I'm tired and I just woke up."
Malik furrowed his brow slightly at this. He looked over Ryou's already pale face.
"I think you're sick," he stated.
Ryou nodded, still not bothering to open his eyes He was still not able to care. Wow, he was ill, maybe he'd die. What would happen to his Yami?
Ryou silently let Malik carry him to a bedroom. He opened his eyes as he lay on a soft, real bed and saw it was not his own.
"Why can't I sleep in my room?" he asked, looking around.
"That Tomb Robber trashed everything while you were gone." He informed the boy. Ryou nodded at this slowly.
"Oh," he muttered.
Suddenly there was a growl from the doorway. A flash of light leapt from the entrance and attacked Malik.
"What the-?" the Ishtar scowled before it landed and knocked him hard over the head.
For some reason, Ryou felt like applauding his Dark's effort, as Malik was rendered unconscious. He watched slightly amused.
"Don't you touch my Hikari," the Fiend growled at the limp form on the ground. He kicked the body out of the room and turned to Ryou.
"Don't let that fool near you again, Mortal," he growled. Ryou nodded as the Fiend left and slammed the door. He felt very relieved. He had gotten off almost too easily for that.
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AN: There took me long enough for that. Want to know why? Well there was something wrong with document manager and I was only able to get one document uploaded. I want to update three fics last week and only succeeded in one. I had nothing to do all week except wait because I don't type new chapters usually till its predecessor has been up.
So please read and review! I want only six because this took so long to put up. Okay?
My new fic has been up now! It's called "Plans" and I'll be putting the third chapter up now. If you want to, read it.
QUESTION:
Okay, I was visiting my grandma when this came to me. It is: Do you prefer with eating utensil, forks, sporks, or chopsticks?
My answer: Chopsticks. Don't ask, I'll try to explain. My grandma doesn't seem aware that forks exist, my friends have to bring their own when they come over with me. I don't really know why I prefer chopsticks; they just have this feel that seems more comforting than a fork to me. My brother isn't the same, grandma got on to him for stabbing something I think was teriyaki fish (I don't ask what it is, okay?).
So which do you prefer?
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:
RAIN STYORMZ: Wow, someone defined infamy. I was wondering if anyone was actually going to do that.
RAIN STYORMZ: Wow, you reviewed a lot. Now the fic is one 140 reviews. Yay!
RAIN STRORMZ: I know you're PharonicProphesyPeacefulRa. I read the similar name in your bio before you changed it (yes, I read author bios). Belevolent IS NOT A WORD! Oh no! I had a spelling err. Oh well, too late to worry about it now. Benevolent is the word.
SHADOW HAWK: I did publish my new fic! Yay! Sorry I didn't update soon.
ESCURO DE LA LUS: I can never make Yami Bakura gushy and sentimental. This fic doesn't even end happily ever after. I figure, hey we all love Yami Bakura because he daemonic and twisted. Why mess up a good thing for the guy?……………….And yes, I would advertise your site if my computer would let me. The address never shows up when I read my chapter preview and I don't know why. But I visited the site [go me!] and it's quite nice. Anime site though the gallery is full of Yu-Gi-Oh pics, awesome! [I'm easily amused] I was going to make a Yu-Gi-Oh site [I already have one for some local music groups], but my stupid scanner busted, so that plan has been delayed for me.
VEGETASGURL: I posted the fic! Go me. I will finish this story.
KEMU: I'm not done with Tony yet. That moron will be so sorry he messed with Ryou. Yami Bakura is very protective of what he 'owns'. If Ryou had gone the Jou's he would have left real fast due to Jounounchi's father. I actually wrote a bit of that, but it turned to Gabe's instead. I wanted to lock Tony in the closet so very badly.
AURORA BELMONT VAMPIRE HUNTER: I know, what is wrong with Yami Bakura? He should be nicer. Maybe I should make him sweet and lovie dubbie? Okay, no. He'll be evil forever.
CHEESEPUFF: I didn't at more in what you may call soon, but there's a reason for this.
BEHOLDER OF THE SHADOWS: Yes, I made a new fic! Here's my update for this one, which was supposed to go up last week. Hehe, seeing as that didn't happen, here, read!
YAMI KRISSY: Here is MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE!
NO NAME: Wow, so people reading behind you love my fics too? I feel so special now! My Ryou/Seto idea is weird, but so was this fics. Hey, it just might work! Yay!
THE-DARK-ONE: My computer has done that! It was in the beginning of my "Sorry for You…" fic. My school also has some computers sans any mouse. They have these big keyboards with every command imaginable on them. I severely detest those machines since I can't get anywhere in the class time of and hour. I love my mouse even though it was once cut off my computer, was dropped on the motorway while I was moving stuff from my grandma's (my brother picked it up as he travelled, driving behind us on his motorbike)………………………So I'm godlike? Yes, a god with and E-mail account, wow! I never thought any less of myself! [j/k] I'm not the exact centre of my universe.
DRAGGY: Yes, it is my life goal to provide wonderful stories for the public to enjoy and review. I'm glad you like this fic. I don't know what the Hell is going on with T.E.L., she was studying for tests, but now they are done and she's doing…something. I don't know, but I'm having trouble getting in touch with her. All she gave me was the update to her short chaptered humor fic [something about Ryou in school], which I'm updating today. I might just go write the last chapter to "Sorry for You…"all by myself.
This is where Ryou meets Malik and spaces out, a lot.
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Stigmatize
Chapter 13: Don't Touch Ryou
Ryou woke up in the same chair he had dropped off in hours before. His oh-so-caring Yami had not bothered to move him at all or even shift the boy's form to a less strenuous angle.
Ryou didn't get it entirely. He was home again and it was so terribly like nothing had ever happened. It seemed he had never left.
Indeed, when he first awoke he had forgotten for a time the last few nights.
Ryou sighed in mild frustration at all this idiocy he dwelled within. Slowly he rose; or more as in he tried to. His young body was unbelievably tired. The legs that had carried him up and down town at frightening speeds before where now too weak to do anything, much less lift Ryou's weight.
/ Yami? / he inquired mentally, forgetting it was futile.
He'd slapped his forehead if it didn't hurt so much to move. The Ring was seemingly useless now, no more than a hard piece of nice looking metal. Ryou looked down at it. The item glimmered slightly in the light that filled the daytime house. Of course, the electric bulbs were pointlessly on as well. Yami Bakura hadn't bothered to turn them off.
Why did the item no longer work? Had something happened to devastate it when formerly removed by Ryou before taking an apparently nonexistent exit? Had the rejection of the pendant yet the will to let the Spirit survive been so irrational to rattle a Sennen Item? Maybe the thing had simply turned off or something of a similar nature for a while to state some mysterious point. Did this affect the Spirit personally, being so closely bound to the Ring?
The boy knew he wouldn't know anything till the Fiend came home.
Ryou listened silently as the front door opened. He turned his head to it, quickly regretting the movement as his bruised neck tried to jam in opposition. Nausea filled his mixed brain. He stomach did a sickening twist.
Malik Ishtar was soon next to him.
"Ryou, are you okay? What happened? Where were you yesterday?" he asked calmly.
Ryou sighed and turned his head back forward. He closed his eyes slowly and avoided the questions. Malik simply watched him, not expecting a word. He didn't speak again till there was a dull thud from the hall.
"Is there something in the closet, Ryou?"
Ryou looked at the door and gave a slight effort to listen. Before a headache rushed in, he recognized the sound of a body moving wearily.
"Tony is still in there?" he muttered before realizing what this meant. The young man had been locked up all night.
"Malik, get him out of there!" he ordered before is voice cracked weakly.
The Ishtar quickly crossed the room and unlocked the door. Sure enough, there was Tony, hunched in the small enclose.
"Don't let him run," Ryou called loud enough before the prisoner could make a break for it.
"LET ME GO!" Tony yelled, struggling to get out of the blonde haired Egyptian's grasp.
Ryou watched him, only half aware of what was going on. Tony had hurt him. Only his Dark had the authority to do that whenever and not be punished. Tony wasn't the Spirit.
"Lock him back up. Well wait for mou hitori no boku," he condemned the large captive coldly.
"WHAT?" Tony yelled again, "NOT THE MANIC!"
"You make it sound like a bad thing," Malik crooned mockingly, "Are you really that bothered by the mentally unstable?"
Tony face became paler. He tried again, with no avail, to break free.
"Want me to let him go now?" Malik asked, nodding at the front door.
Ryou stare at him and the fugitive emotionlessly, "I said lock him up, Malik," he commanded once more.
"What? You have got to ne kidding me, Ryou. The Spirit of the Ring will kill this moron."
"Lock him up again, please. I would like it if you'd just put Tony back in the closet, Malik," Ryou said, anger rippling his words.
"No, I can't do that to someone. Sorry, Ryou, I'm letting him go," Malik responded, releasing the other young man who ran awkwardly out the door. Ryou glared furiously at his 'friend'.
"Stop being so tyrannical, Ryou. You're acting like your Yami. Stop it!" Malik ordered, coming towards him.
Ryou was suddenly terrified. Tony's absence had now calmed him, but Malik looked angry. The tan boy was soon before him, glaring down. Ryou felt very helpless, sitting in his chair, breathing deeply painful enough to drive him insane. As Malik looked down on him, Ryou had the paranoid notion he was going to be struck. Slowly he turned his glaze up into it Ishtar's eyes.
"Don't do anything, Malik, I didn't mean it. Don't punish me for that, Malik," he pleaded timidly, his tone suddenly very small and nothing like the stern dictation of a few seconds ago.
To his surprise, the Egyptian's expression calmed. He looked down at Ryou with what appeared the loathed pity. Slowly, the blonde sat down on the table across from his pathetic friend.
"No Ryou, I'm not going to hurt you, I could never do that," Malik informed him.
"That's a lie," Ryou contradicted him, "You were part of the reason I ran away."
Malik look injured for a few seconds at this remark. Ryou watched him blankly as he seemed to be trying to find words. Malik not know what to say, how strange!
"Ryou, how many times will I have to apologize before you forgive me?" he asked, a slight stress in his words.
"I did," Ryou answered, "But it's not easy to forget what happened. It really hurt and I haven't recovered yet."
Malik sighed at this and looked away from the boy's eyes. He watched the table before reaching out slowly, warily, and grabbing Ryou hand. He squeezed it gently. Ryou stared at it and fought the urge to pull back violently. He tensed at the gesture.
"I'm sorry," Malik apologized again.
Ryou mutely observed how much darker the tan skinned was over his own, not listening, just trying to block everything out again. Ryou had always thought he was physically incomplete, that when his design was planned in some random pre-life he didn't believe in whoever had drawn his image had forgotten to put it to color. The artist only stopping to work on simple blue eyes and what had promised to be some purple/blue hair before going off, leaving for a party or something, suffering a hangover as he sent the unfinished model to creation. Ryou saw only three real colors to him; white, blue, and purple, the minority being the strange color that ran through his locks and hardly noticeable. Sure, a talented designer had drawn him, but the laziness had made him tragically imperfect.
Who ever had plotted his life story must have been on something too.
"I think you're ill, Ryou," Malik noted as he rubbed the boy's hand. Ryou just shrugged at this. He didn't really care, he was to bored and tired to mind anymore. It was warm out and he was very drowsy.
"It's too warm," he muttered as he felt the house heating up. Malik looked at him confused.
"Are you felling okay? This place is freezing."
"No," Ryou replied, "I'm tired and I just woke up."
Malik furrowed his brow slightly at this. He looked over Ryou's already pale face.
"I think you're sick," he stated.
Ryou nodded, still not bothering to open his eyes He was still not able to care. Wow, he was ill, maybe he'd die. What would happen to his Yami?
Ryou silently let Malik carry him to a bedroom. He opened his eyes as he lay on a soft, real bed and saw it was not his own.
"Why can't I sleep in my room?" he asked, looking around.
"That Tomb Robber trashed everything while you were gone." He informed the boy. Ryou nodded at this slowly.
"Oh," he muttered.
Suddenly there was a growl from the doorway. A flash of light leapt from the entrance and attacked Malik.
"What the-?" the Ishtar scowled before it landed and knocked him hard over the head.
For some reason, Ryou felt like applauding his Dark's effort, as Malik was rendered unconscious. He watched slightly amused.
"Don't you touch my Hikari," the Fiend growled at the limp form on the ground. He kicked the body out of the room and turned to Ryou.
"Don't let that fool near you again, Mortal," he growled. Ryou nodded as the Fiend left and slammed the door. He felt very relieved. He had gotten off almost too easily for that.
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AN: There took me long enough for that. Want to know why? Well there was something wrong with document manager and I was only able to get one document uploaded. I want to update three fics last week and only succeeded in one. I had nothing to do all week except wait because I don't type new chapters usually till its predecessor has been up.
So please read and review! I want only six because this took so long to put up. Okay?
My new fic has been up now! It's called "Plans" and I'll be putting the third chapter up now. If you want to, read it.
QUESTION:
Okay, I was visiting my grandma when this came to me. It is: Do you prefer with eating utensil, forks, sporks, or chopsticks?
My answer: Chopsticks. Don't ask, I'll try to explain. My grandma doesn't seem aware that forks exist, my friends have to bring their own when they come over with me. I don't really know why I prefer chopsticks; they just have this feel that seems more comforting than a fork to me. My brother isn't the same, grandma got on to him for stabbing something I think was teriyaki fish (I don't ask what it is, okay?).
So which do you prefer?