A/N: I know, I know. The thing with Kaiba was absolutely horrible. But wait until chapter 10 and 11. There's a little 'explanation' there. I can't tell you much about it, but just wait for updates. I'll be taking a week to post each chapter because I like to be a couple chapters ahead of what I posted in case I have to fix anything. Chapter 10 is going to be extremely weird at the beginning. I think that's because I wrote it too fast. Oh well, I don't know how to change it. By the way, if you thought chapter 8 was sick, don't read my sequel when it's posted. I'm having my friend help me write some pretty 'lemony' scenes. So watch out. OK! ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

Chapter 9

Kit's POV

We reached the house and Joey led me inside. Surprisingly, no one was home. "I wonder why they aren't home, it's getting late ---"

"That's ok. I guess I'll just crash here for a while." Joey said as he casually sat down on the couch and turned on the tv. I got a drink first and then sat next to him. Joey flipped through the channels when he found a porn channel.

"Ewww! Joey, turn that off!"

"Ok, ok!" Joey replied as he went to turn it off, but his hand slipped and the remote fell.

"JOEY!" I screamed as I covered my ears and eyes. He went to pick the remote up, but I'm guessing he stepped on it because the surround sound came on. I got up from the couch, ran to the tv and shut it off. "Thank god it's off!" I said.

"Hopefully Ryou doesn't turn on the tv when he gets home."

::laugh:: I went into the kitchen.

"Where ya going?" Joey asked.

"The kitchen, to eat. Duh." I opened the freezer to get out something to eat, but I was pushed out of the way by Joey who was raiding the fridge. "Hey, didn't you just eat at Kaiba's?" He got out a can of whipped cream and sprayed whipped cream into his mouth. I got out another can of it and did the same thing since I was hungry and didn't exactly know what to eat.

"I bet I can eat more than you!" Joey challenged me.

"Oh yeah? I may be skinny, but I can still eat. Bring it on!" I said, loving any challenge thrown at me. He took me by surprise when he suddenly sprayed an overwhelming amount of whipped cream into my mouth.

"Eat that!" Joey exclaimed, obviously amused at me trying to swallow all of it. I quickly came up with a devious plan and doubled over, faking choking. "Are you ok?" Joey quickly grew concerned.

My choking became laughing as I stood up and blindly sprayed whipped cream at Joey, missing his mouth.

"Hey! That's no fair, you tricked me." Joey exclaimed and grabbed his can of whipped cream and sprayed me too. We continued this until there was no more whipped cream left. I was trying to catch my breath from laughing so hard as Joey came nearer to me. He french kissed me before licking the whipped cream off my neck. I didn't know if he was doing it out of love or because he was hungry and I conveniently had 'food' on me. But either way, I loved it. I decided to copy his actions on him. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Just stand there and let him lick me? I was glad to get my mind off of the incident with Seto anyway.

I began to believe he did do it out of love when he guided his hands up my shirt. He began to lift my shirt off my body when I heard glass shattering nearby. We both jerked our heads to the general direction of the noise. Ryou was home and just caught me and Joey. I'm guessing he dropped the glass I was drinking from earlier. Time seemed to freeze as Ryou stood there with a shocked look on his face and as me and Joey didn't move. We just stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Ryou made the first move.

"I - I - I'll j-just be in t-the living room." Ryou stuttered as he slowly walked away and back into the living room.

Joey slowly removed his hands from me and sighed.

"I think it'll be best if you leave. It's okay --- I'll talk to Ryou." I whispered as I saw Joey turn away with his head down.

"It's my fault."

"No, it's mine. I could've stopped any time and I didn't. Not that I wanted to stop ----"

"It's both of our fault." Joey sighed as he turned around and took my hands in his. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. But I don't know about Ryou."

"I'll be there for you ----" Joey replied as he planted a kiss on my forehead.

"See you tomorrow." I said sadly as I watched Joey sneak out the back door. I sighed as I cleared my mind and readied myself to talk to Ryou. I felt as if I was in slow motion like in the movies when I walked into the living room. I observed Ryou laying on the couch with his face buried in a pillow. As I came closer to him, I saw that he was trying to cover up his sobbing. I knelt down by Ryou and rested my hand on his shoulder. "Ryou, I---"

Ryou twitched and moved away from me as best he could. "Go away." He talked into his pillow.

"Please, let me explain."

"You don't need to."
"You don't understand --"

"No, I understand completely. I understand how you just want to be friends. I understand that you love Joey. I understand that I mean nothing to you." Ryou looked up at me with cold eyes, showing his tear-stricken face.

Those words seemed to tear away at my heart leaving me only to get lost in the cold glare I was being given. I broke the eye contact with Ryou and looked away. "I'm sorry -----"

"Hmph ---" Ryou comments before turning the tv on to drown me out. "What the ---"

"Oh shit. Ryou, I can explain!" I said trying to cover up the hideous porn channel.

"I've had enough Kit! Just - just leave me alone. Go sleep with Bakura ----" Ryou's voice faltered.

I slowly walked up the stairs with a solitary tear that escaped from my eye. "If that's what you want ---- I'm so sorry." I walked up the flight of stairs and entered Bakura's bedroom.

"I hear you have a conflict on your hands." Bakura remarked as he saw me.

"Yeah, yeah I do." I said with a raspy voice, trying to hold back my emotions.

"What do you have all over you?" Bakura asked, looking me over.

"Oh, that would be, uh, whipped cream." I said, embarrassed.

"Well, you can wash up in the bathroom."

"Ok, the whipped cream is kind of getting sticky and annoying anyway. But I don't have any other clothes."

"I guess you could borrow some of mine, what kind of clothes are you ok with?"

"I guess baggy jeans and a t-shirt will be fine. Do you have any boxers, because I really don't expect you to have ----"

"Yeah. Here you go." He threw clothes at me and motioned for me to go away. I wasn't exactly happy about Bakura rudely rushing me out like that, but at least I got new clothes, for the time being.

I locked myself in the bathroom, observing the bathtub/shower. I also took a look at the clothes that I held in my hands. All black; black t-shirt, black pants, black boxers---- ::shudder:: I'm going to wear Bakura's boxers. ::shudder:: It just so happens I have a black bra on too. Great. I'm going to look Gothic. I turned the warm water on for a shower. I stripped myself of my clothing as I stepped into the shower. The streaming lines of warm water soothed my body as I took the time to think about the recent events.

I wondered if I liked it better here than where I have been for the past 17 years of my life. Certainly it's been more interesting here, but there are still pros and cons of each world. Here is where I've wanted to be for the past year and a half. I met Joey and pretty much everyone else, but it seemed like every time I turn around, someone was flirting with me --- or trying to get with me. Back in the 'real world', I didn't have that problem. No one knew of me, and no one cared for me. But I don't know what's better; no one caring for you or everyone caring about you.

I don't know who would know how bad I feel about hurting Ryou. I love Joey so much, but if it weren't for Ryou, I wouldn't be here. I feel as if I owe Ryou. I've tried to imagine how Ryou feels. How would it feel if I loved someone and I was pretty good friends with them, but then that someone got with someone else? I'd feel pretty shitty I guess. But Ryou doesn't own me. I have my own free will and can be with Joey if I want to! Ugh! Damn my indecisiveness!

After I was done cleansing, I dried myself off with a towel. A black towel. Stupid Goths. I looked in the mirror when I had put the clothes on. Hey, black didn't look too bad on me after all! I decided I should probably talk to Ryou. I don't know what I'd say or if he'd listen to me, but I should try. Exiting the bathroom and walking down the stairs, there hung an eerie silence in the air. "Ryou?" No response. " Ryou? I'm sorry, please let me talk to you. I feel really bad ---"

A note stood out on a table adjacent to the couch. It read:

Went out for a walk, -Ryou

A/N: AND THE PLOT THICKENS!!!!!!!! Wait, was there really ever any plot to begin with? I wrote this when I went through my depression state. Actually, I was going to kill off someone but I didn't know who. But that was before I thought of my sequel. My sequel is definitely going to be rated R. But not right away. And for those who know me and accuse me of liking malik, I DON'T LIKE MALIK!!!!!!! Or love. Or whatever. I just find malik as an interesting character in stories. That's all. I DON'T LIKE MALIK!!!! Anyway, (sorry for those who don't know what's going on) I just wanted to say that before my so-called friends find my sequel when I post it, because there is going to be some rated R fluffiness in there.

I want you people to know that I wrote chapter 8 right about when I posted chapter 2, so I didn't purposely write that sickening scene to piss off some people. Just be patient and don't flame me. Wait until you read chapter 11, and if you still find the need to flame me, you may do so. Not that I want you to ----

I want to write another fan fiction after this and my sequel and I wanted to know if any of you had ideas for a new story. I want to get started way ahead of time so I know what I'd be writing.

Ok, so I have a lot to write. But I have to tell you this. My dad friggin found my fan fiction and read it!!!!!! Well, just the first chapter cuz I guess he doesn't know how to get to the next chapter. -_-U

What a nimrod. So now he was walking through the house mocking my first chapter. 'I cringed at the thought of Joey and those ---- accessories' 'whips and chains, Kit!' Thank god he didn't read the rest. He'd never let me live down anything I wrote.

I'm going to write about malik in my story, but I need to know something, what is yami malik like? I have no clue what-so-ever. If you want to email me, my email address is adaba_hewwos@centralpets.com