Show Me the Way from Crazy
Two
Stranger than Fiction

(a.n. – Wahoo! I didn't actually expect to get around to writing this so soon. It usually takes me quite a long time to update, actually. But that's okay. I apologize for the format of the last chapter – each paragraph wasn't indented, as I had originally intended – but that's only because Microsoft Word hates me for some strange reason currently, and I still can't figure out why . . . so this chapter is more than likely going to be the same as that . . . *cries* Ah well – it's not too bad, is it? Umm . . . yeah. Second chapter – I hope everyone likes this one.)
Disclaimer: I don't own it. But then again, did I ever claim to own it?
Note: This is completely AU. Nothing in the series has happened in this. Well . . . kinda. Everything up to Battle City has . . . I guess. But besides that – nothing! Heh heh – just to clear up confusion . . . Oh! And another thing, I will be switching the point of view every chapter (don't worry – only between two people) because well, it's better to get everyone's perspective, right? Heh heh – and this is shounen-ai . . . if you have a problem – why the hell are you reading it?

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Cat: Thank you very much for reviewing, and being the first one at that! I appreciate it.
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Blood Roses: Heehee – yeah . . . I'm kinda going somewhere with the whole 'Bakura recognizing his name' thingy. I can't tell you that, though – cause then I'd ruin something for everyone. ^_^;; And I like being mean. Anyway – thanks for the review, and you have a *really* rad penname.
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Eh – sorry that was so long – "ON WITH THE STORY!" Cried the purple riceball. O.o (Please . . . don't ask. Even I don't know where I come up with all of this stuff. Quite scary, actually. I could be insane and not even know it. ^_^;; )

"Of course reality is stranger than fiction; after all, good fiction has to make sense."

Ryou's POV

It's been three days since Malik came to live with me and Bakura. Things have been . . . lively, to say the least. And loud. Not so sure I like the loudness . . .

"Give me the damn remote." I heard Bakura's voice from the living room.

"Never! This is good stuff!" Came Malik's voice.

"How is Court TV 'good stuff'?"

"It just IS. People yelling at each other is what I live for."

"You have problems."

If you asked me, I'd say that they both had problems. That's okay though, it makes life interesting, right?

I walked into the living room to try and settle the conflict and to see if anyone needed anything. At the entry door, I had to duck because of a flying vase. Hopping over to catch it, I succeeded. However, I started wobbling, and fell; the vase broke. Screw this – someone was going to pay.

"Would you two SHUT UP?!" I yelled at the screaming pair, and both Malik and Bakura stopped mid-brawl to look at me weirdly.

Malik blinked. "Wow. I didn't think Ryou COULD yell."

"He does if he's pissed off enough." Bakura responded nonchalantly.

I glared at them. "You broke the vase."

"It was in my way of kicking his ass." Bakura said, pointing to Malik, and I got angrier.

"WHO CARES?!" I screamed, even surprising myself a bit.

Both dumbasses blinked back at me.

"Sorry, we'll go clean it up." Malik said, as he got up and scuttled to the closet for the broom and dustpan.

"Yeah, Malik'll go and clean it up." Bakura just HAD to go and add his two cents in.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I'LL CLEAN IT UP?! YOU'RE HELPING!" Malik yelled from the hallway as the dustpan came flying into the living room, hitting Bakura over the head and knocking a lamp over.

That's it! I give up. They can destroy my house all they want. I don't care.

And after that, I walked up to my room amidst the flying objects. Oh, what the hell am I saying?! I DO CARE! Running back downstairs, I tried to save everything I could.

Ah. After a half hour of that, I finally settled everything. Bakura was sitting in one corner of the room, and Malik in the other. They were glaring at each other, but at least no one was throwing anything.

I was sitting on the couch, reading. I was also eating those chocolates with the cherries inside of them – they're yummy. ^_^

"Ryou . . ." Bakura whined, "Can I have a-"

"-No." I cut him off, knowing that he was going to ask for MY cherry chocolates.

"Not even-"

"-No." I never looked up from my book.

"Just a little-"

"-No."

"How about-"

"-No."

"Can I at least-"

"-No!"

"FINE!" Bakura yelled and finally gave up.

I looked up from my book, giving Malik a 'look' to tell him not to even try it. Miffed that I got disturbed, once everything was quiet again, I went back to reading.

Ah. How I love silence. It's so nice. It gets you thinking about things that you though only rocket scientists ponder. It-

"AAAHHHHH!" Malik's scream broke my thoughts about thinking.

I glared at him.

"What the hell is your problem?" Bakura asked, still obviously pissed off that I wouldn't give him one of my chocolates.

"There's a spider! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!" Malik yelled, and was about to get up and run away, but I stopped him.

"If you get up, I'll make you sit there longer."

"But that's not fair! There's a SPIDER hanging down from the ceiling – LOOKING AT ME!" I'm sure it wasn't looking at him, but all the same – he believed it was.

"You broke everything in my living room!"

That did the trick. Malik didn't bother responding, he just glared – his eye twitching – at the spider.

After a few more minutes of silence, Bakura thought that it would be FUN to piss me off some more by talking.

"Eat it."

Both Malik and I looked at him questioningly.

"If you don't like the damn spider being there so much – eat it."

"HELL NO!" Malik screeched. I don't know if I can take much more of this.

"Fine," I resigned, putting my book down. "You win. You two don't have to sit there anymore. Malik, you can run away from the spider, and Bakura, you can have a chocolate." I sighed, and walked towards the hallway.

Bakura was elated, and pranced over to the box, while Malik looked worriedly after me. Wonder why.

I went up to my room and lay down on my bed. I should probably be doing my homework – but I don't really feel like it. After a few more minutes, I heard my bedroom door slide open.

"Ryou?" It was Malik's voice, only it was softer than usual.

"Hm?" I questioned him with a simple phrase, looking over at him and sitting up.

"I'm sorry." He said, sitting next to me on my bed.

I blinked. I wonder if I made him feel like he did something terribly wrong and that I was going to kick him out. Oh, that would be terrible!

"Oh, no – it's fine, really. I wasn't that mad," I laughed, "and plus – I found out something funny."

"What's that?" Malik looked genuinely confused.

"You have arachnophobia." I giggled.

He glared at me. "That's not funny! It's a serious medical condition!"

"That's not a medical condition!"

He pouted. "I was hoping that you wouldn't know that."

I laughed some more.

"You know, you're very cute when you laugh." Malik said softly, looking directly into my eyes.

I could feel myself go a brilliant red. There was something in his eyes, though; something I couldn't read.

My eyes went wide as I noticed that his eyes were closed and he was leaning in closer to me. Now what the hell do I do?!

I felt very grateful when he suddenly stopped. What was I supposed to do if he DID kiss me?

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." He stuttered a bit, and pulled away.

He got up to leave, and I suddenly felt bad. Had I made him feel like he shouldn't be doing something?

"Wait!" I called out, wanting to straighten some things out, "You don't have to leave."

"Yeah, I think I do . . . I'll – I'll just be in my room . . ." He said slowly, and I could only watch him leave.

"Your life is made up of years that mean nothing, and moments that mean it all."

(a.n. – Wahoo! Another chapter finished! And it only took me, what? 10 days to update? That's a big accomplishment for me. Heh heh – yes, all of my other stuff remains un-updated. I think it's cause I like this story the most. I'm working on updating them, and then not waiting another month to update again. I wish there were more hours in each day . . . ah well. Please review! I'll stop ranting if you do – if not – I'll rant ON AND ON in your head. Man, that would suck . . .)