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Plz enjoy this next chapter and review after you're done reading!!! Yes, there is some Yaoi thoughts in this chapter..
The rest of the school day went by quickly; instead of thinking about his dream, Ryou thought about that mysterious figure. All he could remember was a glint of silver hair and then. nothing. Ryou sighed as he opened his front door and stepped inside the dark house. On Mondays, his father would always be in the kitchen searching for dinner, while voices coming from the TV could be heard from the living room. The kitchen was empty and there was no sound. except for a faint drumming that seemed to be coming from upstairs.
Ryou was puzzled; he walked out of the kitchen into the hallway. Listening carefully, he made his way to the bottom of the stairs- /Music? Why is there music playing? /
Becoming more and more puzzled- although curiosity was starting to stir- Ryou climbed each step until he was standing at the top of the stairs. The music seemed to be coming from his room. Now confused, curious, and frightened, Ryou tip toed to his room door. He pressed his ear to the wooden barrier and listened. Although the thick door was closed, Ryou could tell the music was all the way up. It's fast beat was booming from the room and he wondered who could've been playing music.
Deciding to find out who was crazy enough to break into his house and listen to his music, Ryou grabbed the door handle and turned. Taking a deep breath, Ryou cautiously pushed the door forward and peeked inside. The lights were on but he couldn't see anyone, and the music was much louder since there wasn't any separation. Wincing at the high volume, Ryou had to restrain himself from foolishly running into the room and turning the stereo off.
Trying to take his mind off the piercing waves, Ryou opened the door wider. The image that came to Ryou was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. Standing, or should it be dancing, in the middle of Ryou's bedroom was Yami. Ryou didn't know what to do; Yami seemed to be enjoying himself as he moved his feet to the beat. A few giggles popped out of Ryou's mouth, making him cup his hand over his mouth. He didn't want Yami to know that he'd seen him- well, he didn't know exactly what he was doing, it looked as if Yami was doing an Ancient Egyptian Ceremonial dance.
Ryou was trying so hard not to burst out laughing, but he didn't try hard enough. First it was a small giggle or two, then it turned into small chuckling, but now he was full out laughing. Ryou's laughter was so loud, it could be heard over the music. At the sound of laughter, Yami stopped "dancing" and turned around to a red-faced Ryou.
"Ryou! You're home, I didn't hear you come in," Yami said, trying to act calm but embarrassment was seeping through his voice and tinted cheeks.
"I-I won-wonder why!" Ryou gasped out between his shouts of laughter.
Feeling a little distraught, Yami stared at Ryou who was bending over holding his stomach. Seeing Ryou laughing over his earlier enjoyment, Yami felt a little hurt, but it also made Yami happy to see Ryou like this. He thought about the whole situation- boy comes home to find a 5000 year old Egyptian Pharoah dancing to the boy's modern music. Yami smiled at this. //It is pretty funny. Who knew I'd be doing the Ceremonial Dance of Osiris to this.//
"Ryou?" Yami directed to the hysterical boy. Ryou was too busy laughing and gasping for air to hear Yami say his name. "Ryou? Ryou? Ryou!" Yami finally shouted after being rejected three times.
"Wh-What, Y-Yami?" Ryou choked out, tears sliding down his face.
The Egyptian scowled at the helpless teen, certainly his dancing wasn't that funny. "What band is this?" Yami knew of a few bands that Yuugi listened to, but he'd never heard this fast beat before.
Ryou looked as if he was in pain- face red, lying on the floor with a tight grasp on his stomach, inhaling deep breaths. Finally ending his laughing tantrum, Ryou gazed up at Yami with his big brown eyes. "Why do you ask?"
Taken aback with Ryou's entrancing beautiful eyes, Yami made a small gasp and looked away. //I shouldn't be thinking of Ryou like this. //
//But you thought of Yuugi this way. // Said a small voice in the back of Yami's mind.
//Yuugi was different. I never wanted to act upon what I felt inside, or what I desired... With Ryou I feel something else inside of me, something calling out to me to. // Yami shook those horrible thoughts out of his head.
"Did you hear me?"
Yami looked down upon the worried Ryou. "No, what did you say?"
"Nothing," Ryou blushed. "Um, why do you ask?"
"Huh?" Yami was very confused. What kind of thing did Ryou say to make him blush like that?
"You asked me what band this was and I asked you-"
"Oh!" Yami hoped Ryou wasn't suspicious of anything, he really didn't feel like explaining to Ryou that he has recently felt these urges to do very perverse things to him. Feeling disgusted with himself, Yami sighed and answered Ryou, "I like their music that's all."
Hoping for a better answer but not wanting to set off any buttons- Bakura would always get mad at Ryou when he kept asking him questions- Ryou smiled. "This band is my favorite. Their name is X Japan, and my favorite member is Hide. I love his hair and I think he's c-, uh, I think he's cool," Ryou corrected with another red coat covering his cheeks.
Feeling nervous, Ryou licked his lips; Yami watched this small movement. He watched as Ryou's pink tongue came out of it's wet depths and ran itself over Ryou's perfect lips. Yami wondered if Ryou's lips were smooth or slightly chapped, either way Yami would still. //No! Stop it! Thinking these dirty thoughts about him, they are forbidden! Well, not forbidden, they're just wrong. //
//What part of them is wrong? There are no laws against it. //
The small voice's retort left Yami with nothing to say back. //I don't know what part of them is wrong. // At a loss to his own voice in the back of his head, Yami sighed and stared down at Ryou who was staring back at him. Those eyes were deep pools of brown that invited him, just like those small pink lips of his. Before Yami could stop himself, he was kneeling on the ground beside Ryou; his lips were inches away from the younger boy's. Their eyes met and Yami thought it was now or never; tentatively, Yami pressed his lips to Ryou's.
TBC.
Hehe.. I'm evil I know. this just makes you wanna read the next chapter more. sigh. Sorry, don't hate me for this!! Plz Review though.. anything is welcome!!
Tchao
Plz enjoy this next chapter and review after you're done reading!!! Yes, there is some Yaoi thoughts in this chapter..
The rest of the school day went by quickly; instead of thinking about his dream, Ryou thought about that mysterious figure. All he could remember was a glint of silver hair and then. nothing. Ryou sighed as he opened his front door and stepped inside the dark house. On Mondays, his father would always be in the kitchen searching for dinner, while voices coming from the TV could be heard from the living room. The kitchen was empty and there was no sound. except for a faint drumming that seemed to be coming from upstairs.
Ryou was puzzled; he walked out of the kitchen into the hallway. Listening carefully, he made his way to the bottom of the stairs- /Music? Why is there music playing? /
Becoming more and more puzzled- although curiosity was starting to stir- Ryou climbed each step until he was standing at the top of the stairs. The music seemed to be coming from his room. Now confused, curious, and frightened, Ryou tip toed to his room door. He pressed his ear to the wooden barrier and listened. Although the thick door was closed, Ryou could tell the music was all the way up. It's fast beat was booming from the room and he wondered who could've been playing music.
Deciding to find out who was crazy enough to break into his house and listen to his music, Ryou grabbed the door handle and turned. Taking a deep breath, Ryou cautiously pushed the door forward and peeked inside. The lights were on but he couldn't see anyone, and the music was much louder since there wasn't any separation. Wincing at the high volume, Ryou had to restrain himself from foolishly running into the room and turning the stereo off.
Trying to take his mind off the piercing waves, Ryou opened the door wider. The image that came to Ryou was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. Standing, or should it be dancing, in the middle of Ryou's bedroom was Yami. Ryou didn't know what to do; Yami seemed to be enjoying himself as he moved his feet to the beat. A few giggles popped out of Ryou's mouth, making him cup his hand over his mouth. He didn't want Yami to know that he'd seen him- well, he didn't know exactly what he was doing, it looked as if Yami was doing an Ancient Egyptian Ceremonial dance.
Ryou was trying so hard not to burst out laughing, but he didn't try hard enough. First it was a small giggle or two, then it turned into small chuckling, but now he was full out laughing. Ryou's laughter was so loud, it could be heard over the music. At the sound of laughter, Yami stopped "dancing" and turned around to a red-faced Ryou.
"Ryou! You're home, I didn't hear you come in," Yami said, trying to act calm but embarrassment was seeping through his voice and tinted cheeks.
"I-I won-wonder why!" Ryou gasped out between his shouts of laughter.
Feeling a little distraught, Yami stared at Ryou who was bending over holding his stomach. Seeing Ryou laughing over his earlier enjoyment, Yami felt a little hurt, but it also made Yami happy to see Ryou like this. He thought about the whole situation- boy comes home to find a 5000 year old Egyptian Pharoah dancing to the boy's modern music. Yami smiled at this. //It is pretty funny. Who knew I'd be doing the Ceremonial Dance of Osiris to this.//
"Ryou?" Yami directed to the hysterical boy. Ryou was too busy laughing and gasping for air to hear Yami say his name. "Ryou? Ryou? Ryou!" Yami finally shouted after being rejected three times.
"Wh-What, Y-Yami?" Ryou choked out, tears sliding down his face.
The Egyptian scowled at the helpless teen, certainly his dancing wasn't that funny. "What band is this?" Yami knew of a few bands that Yuugi listened to, but he'd never heard this fast beat before.
Ryou looked as if he was in pain- face red, lying on the floor with a tight grasp on his stomach, inhaling deep breaths. Finally ending his laughing tantrum, Ryou gazed up at Yami with his big brown eyes. "Why do you ask?"
Taken aback with Ryou's entrancing beautiful eyes, Yami made a small gasp and looked away. //I shouldn't be thinking of Ryou like this. //
//But you thought of Yuugi this way. // Said a small voice in the back of Yami's mind.
//Yuugi was different. I never wanted to act upon what I felt inside, or what I desired... With Ryou I feel something else inside of me, something calling out to me to. // Yami shook those horrible thoughts out of his head.
"Did you hear me?"
Yami looked down upon the worried Ryou. "No, what did you say?"
"Nothing," Ryou blushed. "Um, why do you ask?"
"Huh?" Yami was very confused. What kind of thing did Ryou say to make him blush like that?
"You asked me what band this was and I asked you-"
"Oh!" Yami hoped Ryou wasn't suspicious of anything, he really didn't feel like explaining to Ryou that he has recently felt these urges to do very perverse things to him. Feeling disgusted with himself, Yami sighed and answered Ryou, "I like their music that's all."
Hoping for a better answer but not wanting to set off any buttons- Bakura would always get mad at Ryou when he kept asking him questions- Ryou smiled. "This band is my favorite. Their name is X Japan, and my favorite member is Hide. I love his hair and I think he's c-, uh, I think he's cool," Ryou corrected with another red coat covering his cheeks.
Feeling nervous, Ryou licked his lips; Yami watched this small movement. He watched as Ryou's pink tongue came out of it's wet depths and ran itself over Ryou's perfect lips. Yami wondered if Ryou's lips were smooth or slightly chapped, either way Yami would still. //No! Stop it! Thinking these dirty thoughts about him, they are forbidden! Well, not forbidden, they're just wrong. //
//What part of them is wrong? There are no laws against it. //
The small voice's retort left Yami with nothing to say back. //I don't know what part of them is wrong. // At a loss to his own voice in the back of his head, Yami sighed and stared down at Ryou who was staring back at him. Those eyes were deep pools of brown that invited him, just like those small pink lips of his. Before Yami could stop himself, he was kneeling on the ground beside Ryou; his lips were inches away from the younger boy's. Their eyes met and Yami thought it was now or never; tentatively, Yami pressed his lips to Ryou's.
TBC.
Hehe.. I'm evil I know. this just makes you wanna read the next chapter more. sigh. Sorry, don't hate me for this!! Plz Review though.. anything is welcome!!
Tchao