*Authors note: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.but hopefully you knew that. If I did,
it wouldn't be on a children's network that airs on Saturday
mornings.because if I owned it, the yaoi would be.well you get it. Anyway,
here's the Prologue. It's short, but that's because I'm working so very
hard on your next chapter.yeh.right.
The cat mewed again, curving it's back upwards as it rubbed against his right pant leg. He lifted his head questioningly, which was buried in his arms as he wept. He decided he liked cats.white ones were especially comforting. He reached his hand out weakly to pet it. Harsh metal clanked against the concrete ground in response, restraints that disallowed his fingers to caress the kitten's silky pearl coat. It cried in distress, rubbing harder against his leg.
"Ah.stop." He groaned with guilt, begging the cat to either come closer or leave him alone. Instead it reached it's front paws up to rest on his knee. He smiled at the feline's curious blue eyes. What are you up to? The cat seemed to hear him, all to happy to explain. It unsheathed it's long claws, embedding them into his knee. They ripped through his black jeans, and he yelped in surprise.
"Mr. Ishtar!" the teacher exclaimed, slamming his book down on the desk. Malik opened his eyes to a blurry and obscure blue shape. His back ached from hunching over on the desk face, his cheek glued onto the cool mock-wood top by this time. Blinking a few times he comprehended the blue figure was that of Ryou's backpack. He peeled his face from the desktop, resulting in a sound that commanded a slight rise of laughter from the class. He rubbed his cheek gently, grazing his fingertips over clammy skin. It was then that he eyed the large oval of condensation that his warm exhaling had created. Sitting up straight, he attempted effacing the moisture with his hand, only succeeding in making a larger smear. His face contorted in aggravation even more so at the sight of the teacher's shadow looming over the tile floor. I'm gonna get worked.
The cafeteria was crowded as usual, even if it was 15 minutes after the lunch bell. Bags clogged up the aisles to the serving line; getting in between the tables without breaking his neck would be a challenge in his zombie state. After charging into battle to claim his cheesy potatoes, noodles, and biscuit, Malik squinted in hopes it would help him spot a familiar table. Concentrated on seeking them out over the clatter of trays beating their waste of undescribables against the garbage cans, eventually a generous thin hand shot up and waved around amongst the swarm of ignorant carnivores. Ryou, Ryou, Ryou.everything will be bearable after Ryou.his mind told him as another idiot slammed into his shoulder.
"So you survived? When will the bloody imprisonment be?" Ryou said with an all to comforting grin of innocence, trying so hard to sound harsh and mean about the educational system he truthfully found quite agreeable to his tastes. At this Malik smiled, and the thought of whether or not slamming his tray on the table and spraying potatoes everywhere left him. He sat down and rested his chin on his elbow, a look of impending and eternal torture spread across his face. It made Ryou giggle, and that made his in-school suspension earned from one to many unconscious learning periods worth the while. Sticking his small yellow milk straw behind his ear and pretending to be Ms. Russell worked even better. He put on a guise voice and reiterated, "And if you insist on failing my class by sleeping through it, at least learn to be silent during your nightmares!"
Ryou laughed whole-heartedly, then cut short. "Nightmares? Did you have one? Malik-chan." Malik had been shaking his head and looking down. He wasn't about to tell Ryou about some juvenile phobia of cute kitties with idle claws of death.after all, Ryou loved kitties. Then came that name, the name Malik would have beaten the shit out of anyone else who had used it. For some reason, coming from his meek, mousy, white-haired best friend.made him get goosebumps.
The cat mewed again, curving it's back upwards as it rubbed against his right pant leg. He lifted his head questioningly, which was buried in his arms as he wept. He decided he liked cats.white ones were especially comforting. He reached his hand out weakly to pet it. Harsh metal clanked against the concrete ground in response, restraints that disallowed his fingers to caress the kitten's silky pearl coat. It cried in distress, rubbing harder against his leg.
"Ah.stop." He groaned with guilt, begging the cat to either come closer or leave him alone. Instead it reached it's front paws up to rest on his knee. He smiled at the feline's curious blue eyes. What are you up to? The cat seemed to hear him, all to happy to explain. It unsheathed it's long claws, embedding them into his knee. They ripped through his black jeans, and he yelped in surprise.
"Mr. Ishtar!" the teacher exclaimed, slamming his book down on the desk. Malik opened his eyes to a blurry and obscure blue shape. His back ached from hunching over on the desk face, his cheek glued onto the cool mock-wood top by this time. Blinking a few times he comprehended the blue figure was that of Ryou's backpack. He peeled his face from the desktop, resulting in a sound that commanded a slight rise of laughter from the class. He rubbed his cheek gently, grazing his fingertips over clammy skin. It was then that he eyed the large oval of condensation that his warm exhaling had created. Sitting up straight, he attempted effacing the moisture with his hand, only succeeding in making a larger smear. His face contorted in aggravation even more so at the sight of the teacher's shadow looming over the tile floor. I'm gonna get worked.
The cafeteria was crowded as usual, even if it was 15 minutes after the lunch bell. Bags clogged up the aisles to the serving line; getting in between the tables without breaking his neck would be a challenge in his zombie state. After charging into battle to claim his cheesy potatoes, noodles, and biscuit, Malik squinted in hopes it would help him spot a familiar table. Concentrated on seeking them out over the clatter of trays beating their waste of undescribables against the garbage cans, eventually a generous thin hand shot up and waved around amongst the swarm of ignorant carnivores. Ryou, Ryou, Ryou.everything will be bearable after Ryou.his mind told him as another idiot slammed into his shoulder.
"So you survived? When will the bloody imprisonment be?" Ryou said with an all to comforting grin of innocence, trying so hard to sound harsh and mean about the educational system he truthfully found quite agreeable to his tastes. At this Malik smiled, and the thought of whether or not slamming his tray on the table and spraying potatoes everywhere left him. He sat down and rested his chin on his elbow, a look of impending and eternal torture spread across his face. It made Ryou giggle, and that made his in-school suspension earned from one to many unconscious learning periods worth the while. Sticking his small yellow milk straw behind his ear and pretending to be Ms. Russell worked even better. He put on a guise voice and reiterated, "And if you insist on failing my class by sleeping through it, at least learn to be silent during your nightmares!"
Ryou laughed whole-heartedly, then cut short. "Nightmares? Did you have one? Malik-chan." Malik had been shaking his head and looking down. He wasn't about to tell Ryou about some juvenile phobia of cute kitties with idle claws of death.after all, Ryou loved kitties. Then came that name, the name Malik would have beaten the shit out of anyone else who had used it. For some reason, coming from his meek, mousy, white-haired best friend.made him get goosebumps.