This is a fanfiction. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh; it belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.
This fanfiction also possesses some shonen-ai, or yaoi, material in it. If this sort
of thing offends you, please leave now.
A Moment in Time: Chapter Four
By Rian
Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
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(Yami Bakura POV)
Huh. Fuck Malik? You have *got* to be kidding me. Malik is not
kind of person I can imagine myself caring for. Although he is damn hot...
Gak! What the fuck am I thinking?! I'd rather boff the pharaoh's light --
okay, maybe not. Besides, I think he's fucking the pharaoh. Yuck. I'd
rather fuck Kaiba.
That bastard! Malik fucked Ryou! That fucking son of a bitch! He
*knew* I loved -- love -- Ryou! He *knew* Ryou is mine! What the hell was going
through his fucked up head?!
"He feels badly, you know."
Damn you, Mariku. "Who does."
I hate Mariku when he laughs. It's really a sexy laugh. Shit, did
I just say that? Damn, I'm screwed. Where the hell are you when I need
you, Ryou?
"My light. Malik. He feels bad for telling Ryou what you should
have told him yourself."
"What?!" I will not stand for this. "You think I care?! Now Ryou
could -- he could -- he could have been picked up off the streets by some
random pedophile and raped, or... or..." Damn, I'm running out of
ideas. "But I will not have you put me on any fucking guilt trips,
Ishtar! Don't you dare try to excuse what your bitchy little light
did to me and to my light!"
Whoah, Mariku has strong arms. He's grabbing my -- oh. He's mad.
Shit.
"What was that, smart ass?!" Dammit, I think I'm gonna get my
head beaten in. Crap, that's gonna hurt. "Don't you even think of
insulting my light! Do you know how hard it's been for him to love
Ryou, even knowing that Ryou loves you!?"
What. The. Mother. Fucking. Crap.
I think Mariku saw the expression on my face, because he put me
down as soon as he finished. Who gives a shit, though? Ryou loves
me.
Ryou loves me.
It can't be, it's too good to be true, but... Ryou loves me.
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(Normal POV)
Bakura stared at Mariku, all light gone from his eyes.
Malik peeked in, curious about the yelling, and gaped. "Yami!
What the fuck did you do to him?!"
Mariku spun around, his expression similar to a kid caught with his
father's playboy magazines. "Ah... ah... me?"
Malik charged in and grasped his darkness by the lapels on
Mariku's shirt, almost lifting him off the floor. "If you hurt
Bakura in any way, I swear by the gods --"
"Ryou... he loves me...?" The voice was almost too soft to
hear, but both Ishtars turned instantly upon hearing it.
Bakura was staring at them, his expression of such hope and
longing that Mariku had never seen. Malik looked at Bakura in wonder,
then pity. "You never knew...?" he whispered, almost to himself.
Mariku looked sharply at his light, but Malik's eyes were
glued to Bakura's. Bakura stared back, a similar expression in his
own. "He loved me?" The raw need and emotion in Bakura's voice
struck something deep in Malik's heart, and he bowed his head,
suddenly overcome.
"He loves you," he whispered quietly, unsure of his sudden
fascination with the tall half-albino. "With all his heart. You were
all he ever talked about, thought about, and dreamed about. It was
never me, though I longed for him to love me the way he loved you.
He never felt that way for me. For him, there was only you." Only
you...
Bakura stared at them a second more, then turned and sprinted
towards the door, his face like stone.
"Wh-what the... Bakura, get your ass back here!" Mariku yelled
after him, but Bakura was already gone.
"Let him go," Malik whispered behind him, hugging himself
tightly. "He just found out his dreams are coming true. Let him..."
His voice cracked, just ever so slightly, but Mariku heard. "...just...
let him go."
Mariku looked hard at his light. "Why are you so symathetic all
of a sudden?"
Malik looked up, smiling, but the look in his violet eyes were
bleak. "How can I not? My one weak point was Ryou. And now... now..."
his gaze grew nostalgic. "Now I see Ryou... in him..."
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(Seto POV)
Damn that bastard. For daring to touch Ryou in such a way that
would cause the boy to fear anyone, even me... I'll kill him. Slowly
and painfully. No one gets away with hurting innocents like Ryou in my
town, and not even Bakura is exempt from harm.
Poor Ryou... even as I stalk towards the Ishtar home, where I
know Bakura is likely to be, I can still see his large brown eyes
widening with fear as I reach out towards him... what can Bakura have
done that would cause such damage? Maybe I'll find out... once Bakura
is taken care of.
And poor Mokuba... completely caught by surprise at my abrupt
departure. He doesn't know, though. He hasn't even guessed... that I
love Ryou.
And yet... what is love, truly? Just a kind of infatuation with
another's body? A fascination with their personality? What is it? It
cannot be just a base desire, like lust. It can't be. That's not how
it is with my feelings for Ryou.
I feel a need to be there, to protect, to... to... oh, I don't
know... this is all so confusing...! I hadn't planned on telling Ryou
how much I love him until later, but... but I hadn't planned on
Bakura hurting him. Damn him! I'll rip that spirit's soul in two!
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(Normal POV)
"Dammit...!" Ryou fell back onto the bed, glaring at the window.
"Why doesn't Kaiba want me to leave this bloody room?!"
Mokuba spoke up from where he was sitting. "He doesn't want you
to be hurt, Ryou."
Ryou looked up in surprise. Clever boy, that Mokuba. Kaiba'd
better watch him before he grows up too fast.
"He loves you, you know."
Ryou fell over, coughing, and Mokuba continued, unruffled. "I
think that's why he won't let you go. He wants you to be here with
him forever. I'm not enough, apparently." There was a slight bitter
tone that startled Ryou. "He just had to go and fall in love with you.
He's not satisfied with a whole multi-million dollar company, a huge
mansion, and me! He's not even satisfied with his friendship with
Yuugi -- and I thought he loved Yuugi for over two years...! -- he had to
have one person to make everything worthwhile... and that person...
was you, Ryou."
Ryou blinked, then blinked again. "You... have got to be kidding
me," he muttered, then planted his face in his hand. "Why the hell do I
have so many people in love with me?! I never asked for any of this!
Dammit!" he glared at Mokuba, then at the window again. "Why aren't you
doing anything?! Help me get the hell out of here!"
Mokuba's tone was calm. "Seto doesn't want you to leave."
"Damn Seto!" the shout echoed throughout the room and left Ryou
red-faced, breathing heavily.
Mokuba simply looked at him.
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Bakura ran through the streets in a panic, his eyes darting back
and forth for just a glimpse of white hair and pale skin, one thought
racing through his brain like a mantra.
*Ryou loves me. Ryou loves me. Ryou loves me. Ryou loves me.*
He was almost to his home when he ran into a tall figure, nearly
both the figure and himself down. "What the -- dammit, get the hell out
of the way!" he snarled, regaining his balance.
"Give me one good reason," replied a cold -- and familiar -- voice.
Bakura looked up into Seto Kaiba's ice-blue eyes and swallowed.
"Listen here, dumbass --" Bakura began, but Seto interrupted him.
"No, *you* listen here," he growled, and the tone of his voice
told Bakura to listen. "I don't know what the hell you did to Ryou, but
you had better give me one damn good reason before I send you on a one
way trip to hell."
Bakura gaped, his insults and arguments forgotten. "Wh-what?!"
Seto opened his mouth, anger now visible in his eyes, but Bakura was
able to forge ahead. "I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about,
Kaiba, but I did nothing to Ryou! Now where is he?!"
Seto blinked at Bakura's barely obvious worry and concern, then
brushed it aside. "That's none of your business, spirit." Bakura's
visage turned pale with rage, but he continued, seeming to ignore the
anger turned his way. "Ryou is currently frightened out of his wits,
most likely because of something your shit-filled brain did to him."
He leaned forward, his eyes narrowed. "Now what was it? What did you do
to Ryou?"
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Mariku stared at Malik. "Okay. Hold up. Are you... are you in love
with Bakura now?"
Malik sighed. "Yes. No. Oh, screw it, yami!" he turned to his
darkness, fear apparent in his lavender eyes. "I don't know what's going
on, but now I'm seeing Ryou in Bakura and Bakura in Ryou! What's wrong
with me?!"
Mariku looked at his light, pity in his eyes. "You, Bakura and Ryou
all deserve each other, I think," he finally replied,leaning against the
wall. "You all three refuse to see the obvious and instead peer around
for some kind of weird alternate answer. Can't you see it, Malik?" At
Malik's impatient expression, he continued. "You loved Ryou. But, since
Ryou and Bakura *are*, really, the same person -- kind of different sides
of the same coin -- you see the Ryou you love... in Bakura. Basically, I
think you're falling in love with Bakura."
Malik snorted, turning away. "Oh, that's right, Mariku, you got it.
I'm utterly in love with Bakura. I can't live without him." his voice
rose. "How the hell did you discover my secret?!"
Mariku was not to be dissuaded. "Uh-huh. You suck at lying."
Malik snarled, turning on his darkness...
...and saw Mariku's expression. "Y-yami...?"
Mariku clenched his fists. "Damn it! Why are you so stupid?!"
Malik wasn't sure what was going on, but he sure recognized the
pain in his darkness' eyes. "Wh-what are you --"
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST FUCKING FIGURE IT OUT?!" the shout echoed
throughout the small room, leaving one Egyptian breathing hard and
the other not breathing at all.
Malik stared, finally understanding. "You love Ryou too, don't
you?"
Mariku blinked. "Huh? No, that's not what I --"
"I understand it all now!" Malik sighed, sitting down heavily
on a large emerald pillow. "You're in love with Ryou -- you always
have been! -- and are trying to get him for yourself!"
Mariku gaped, bewildered, at his suddenly enraged companion.
"Um, I think you're confused," he began, but Malik cut him off.
"No!" he shouted. "I love Ryou! He's mine! *I* was the one he
willingly gave his virginity to, I was! Not you, and not Bakura! He
gave up his innocence... to me!" a light long extinguished shone in
his violet eyes. "I have to go to him... I have to find him...!"
Mariku opened his mouth, but it was too late. There was no one
else in the room. Malik was gone.
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Ne, do you like it? I'll admit it needs some work, but what
the hell. I haven't been reading (or writing) much fanfiction
lately. My bad.
Welp, I'll see what I can do! Ja!
-Rian
This fanfiction also possesses some shonen-ai, or yaoi, material in it. If this sort
of thing offends you, please leave now.
A Moment in Time: Chapter Four
By Rian
Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
---------------------------------------------
(Yami Bakura POV)
Huh. Fuck Malik? You have *got* to be kidding me. Malik is not
kind of person I can imagine myself caring for. Although he is damn hot...
Gak! What the fuck am I thinking?! I'd rather boff the pharaoh's light --
okay, maybe not. Besides, I think he's fucking the pharaoh. Yuck. I'd
rather fuck Kaiba.
That bastard! Malik fucked Ryou! That fucking son of a bitch! He
*knew* I loved -- love -- Ryou! He *knew* Ryou is mine! What the hell was going
through his fucked up head?!
"He feels badly, you know."
Damn you, Mariku. "Who does."
I hate Mariku when he laughs. It's really a sexy laugh. Shit, did
I just say that? Damn, I'm screwed. Where the hell are you when I need
you, Ryou?
"My light. Malik. He feels bad for telling Ryou what you should
have told him yourself."
"What?!" I will not stand for this. "You think I care?! Now Ryou
could -- he could -- he could have been picked up off the streets by some
random pedophile and raped, or... or..." Damn, I'm running out of
ideas. "But I will not have you put me on any fucking guilt trips,
Ishtar! Don't you dare try to excuse what your bitchy little light
did to me and to my light!"
Whoah, Mariku has strong arms. He's grabbing my -- oh. He's mad.
Shit.
"What was that, smart ass?!" Dammit, I think I'm gonna get my
head beaten in. Crap, that's gonna hurt. "Don't you even think of
insulting my light! Do you know how hard it's been for him to love
Ryou, even knowing that Ryou loves you!?"
What. The. Mother. Fucking. Crap.
I think Mariku saw the expression on my face, because he put me
down as soon as he finished. Who gives a shit, though? Ryou loves
me.
Ryou loves me.
It can't be, it's too good to be true, but... Ryou loves me.
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(Normal POV)
Bakura stared at Mariku, all light gone from his eyes.
Malik peeked in, curious about the yelling, and gaped. "Yami!
What the fuck did you do to him?!"
Mariku spun around, his expression similar to a kid caught with his
father's playboy magazines. "Ah... ah... me?"
Malik charged in and grasped his darkness by the lapels on
Mariku's shirt, almost lifting him off the floor. "If you hurt
Bakura in any way, I swear by the gods --"
"Ryou... he loves me...?" The voice was almost too soft to
hear, but both Ishtars turned instantly upon hearing it.
Bakura was staring at them, his expression of such hope and
longing that Mariku had never seen. Malik looked at Bakura in wonder,
then pity. "You never knew...?" he whispered, almost to himself.
Mariku looked sharply at his light, but Malik's eyes were
glued to Bakura's. Bakura stared back, a similar expression in his
own. "He loved me?" The raw need and emotion in Bakura's voice
struck something deep in Malik's heart, and he bowed his head,
suddenly overcome.
"He loves you," he whispered quietly, unsure of his sudden
fascination with the tall half-albino. "With all his heart. You were
all he ever talked about, thought about, and dreamed about. It was
never me, though I longed for him to love me the way he loved you.
He never felt that way for me. For him, there was only you." Only
you...
Bakura stared at them a second more, then turned and sprinted
towards the door, his face like stone.
"Wh-what the... Bakura, get your ass back here!" Mariku yelled
after him, but Bakura was already gone.
"Let him go," Malik whispered behind him, hugging himself
tightly. "He just found out his dreams are coming true. Let him..."
His voice cracked, just ever so slightly, but Mariku heard. "...just...
let him go."
Mariku looked hard at his light. "Why are you so symathetic all
of a sudden?"
Malik looked up, smiling, but the look in his violet eyes were
bleak. "How can I not? My one weak point was Ryou. And now... now..."
his gaze grew nostalgic. "Now I see Ryou... in him..."
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(Seto POV)
Damn that bastard. For daring to touch Ryou in such a way that
would cause the boy to fear anyone, even me... I'll kill him. Slowly
and painfully. No one gets away with hurting innocents like Ryou in my
town, and not even Bakura is exempt from harm.
Poor Ryou... even as I stalk towards the Ishtar home, where I
know Bakura is likely to be, I can still see his large brown eyes
widening with fear as I reach out towards him... what can Bakura have
done that would cause such damage? Maybe I'll find out... once Bakura
is taken care of.
And poor Mokuba... completely caught by surprise at my abrupt
departure. He doesn't know, though. He hasn't even guessed... that I
love Ryou.
And yet... what is love, truly? Just a kind of infatuation with
another's body? A fascination with their personality? What is it? It
cannot be just a base desire, like lust. It can't be. That's not how
it is with my feelings for Ryou.
I feel a need to be there, to protect, to... to... oh, I don't
know... this is all so confusing...! I hadn't planned on telling Ryou
how much I love him until later, but... but I hadn't planned on
Bakura hurting him. Damn him! I'll rip that spirit's soul in two!
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(Normal POV)
"Dammit...!" Ryou fell back onto the bed, glaring at the window.
"Why doesn't Kaiba want me to leave this bloody room?!"
Mokuba spoke up from where he was sitting. "He doesn't want you
to be hurt, Ryou."
Ryou looked up in surprise. Clever boy, that Mokuba. Kaiba'd
better watch him before he grows up too fast.
"He loves you, you know."
Ryou fell over, coughing, and Mokuba continued, unruffled. "I
think that's why he won't let you go. He wants you to be here with
him forever. I'm not enough, apparently." There was a slight bitter
tone that startled Ryou. "He just had to go and fall in love with you.
He's not satisfied with a whole multi-million dollar company, a huge
mansion, and me! He's not even satisfied with his friendship with
Yuugi -- and I thought he loved Yuugi for over two years...! -- he had to
have one person to make everything worthwhile... and that person...
was you, Ryou."
Ryou blinked, then blinked again. "You... have got to be kidding
me," he muttered, then planted his face in his hand. "Why the hell do I
have so many people in love with me?! I never asked for any of this!
Dammit!" he glared at Mokuba, then at the window again. "Why aren't you
doing anything?! Help me get the hell out of here!"
Mokuba's tone was calm. "Seto doesn't want you to leave."
"Damn Seto!" the shout echoed throughout the room and left Ryou
red-faced, breathing heavily.
Mokuba simply looked at him.
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Bakura ran through the streets in a panic, his eyes darting back
and forth for just a glimpse of white hair and pale skin, one thought
racing through his brain like a mantra.
*Ryou loves me. Ryou loves me. Ryou loves me. Ryou loves me.*
He was almost to his home when he ran into a tall figure, nearly
both the figure and himself down. "What the -- dammit, get the hell out
of the way!" he snarled, regaining his balance.
"Give me one good reason," replied a cold -- and familiar -- voice.
Bakura looked up into Seto Kaiba's ice-blue eyes and swallowed.
"Listen here, dumbass --" Bakura began, but Seto interrupted him.
"No, *you* listen here," he growled, and the tone of his voice
told Bakura to listen. "I don't know what the hell you did to Ryou, but
you had better give me one damn good reason before I send you on a one
way trip to hell."
Bakura gaped, his insults and arguments forgotten. "Wh-what?!"
Seto opened his mouth, anger now visible in his eyes, but Bakura was
able to forge ahead. "I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about,
Kaiba, but I did nothing to Ryou! Now where is he?!"
Seto blinked at Bakura's barely obvious worry and concern, then
brushed it aside. "That's none of your business, spirit." Bakura's
visage turned pale with rage, but he continued, seeming to ignore the
anger turned his way. "Ryou is currently frightened out of his wits,
most likely because of something your shit-filled brain did to him."
He leaned forward, his eyes narrowed. "Now what was it? What did you do
to Ryou?"
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Mariku stared at Malik. "Okay. Hold up. Are you... are you in love
with Bakura now?"
Malik sighed. "Yes. No. Oh, screw it, yami!" he turned to his
darkness, fear apparent in his lavender eyes. "I don't know what's going
on, but now I'm seeing Ryou in Bakura and Bakura in Ryou! What's wrong
with me?!"
Mariku looked at his light, pity in his eyes. "You, Bakura and Ryou
all deserve each other, I think," he finally replied,leaning against the
wall. "You all three refuse to see the obvious and instead peer around
for some kind of weird alternate answer. Can't you see it, Malik?" At
Malik's impatient expression, he continued. "You loved Ryou. But, since
Ryou and Bakura *are*, really, the same person -- kind of different sides
of the same coin -- you see the Ryou you love... in Bakura. Basically, I
think you're falling in love with Bakura."
Malik snorted, turning away. "Oh, that's right, Mariku, you got it.
I'm utterly in love with Bakura. I can't live without him." his voice
rose. "How the hell did you discover my secret?!"
Mariku was not to be dissuaded. "Uh-huh. You suck at lying."
Malik snarled, turning on his darkness...
...and saw Mariku's expression. "Y-yami...?"
Mariku clenched his fists. "Damn it! Why are you so stupid?!"
Malik wasn't sure what was going on, but he sure recognized the
pain in his darkness' eyes. "Wh-what are you --"
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST FUCKING FIGURE IT OUT?!" the shout echoed
throughout the small room, leaving one Egyptian breathing hard and
the other not breathing at all.
Malik stared, finally understanding. "You love Ryou too, don't
you?"
Mariku blinked. "Huh? No, that's not what I --"
"I understand it all now!" Malik sighed, sitting down heavily
on a large emerald pillow. "You're in love with Ryou -- you always
have been! -- and are trying to get him for yourself!"
Mariku gaped, bewildered, at his suddenly enraged companion.
"Um, I think you're confused," he began, but Malik cut him off.
"No!" he shouted. "I love Ryou! He's mine! *I* was the one he
willingly gave his virginity to, I was! Not you, and not Bakura! He
gave up his innocence... to me!" a light long extinguished shone in
his violet eyes. "I have to go to him... I have to find him...!"
Mariku opened his mouth, but it was too late. There was no one
else in the room. Malik was gone.
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Ne, do you like it? I'll admit it needs some work, but what
the hell. I haven't been reading (or writing) much fanfiction
lately. My bad.
Welp, I'll see what I can do! Ja!
-Rian