Disclaimer: I do not own any Yugioh characters.
Warning: I would tell you but it'd give away the chapter! Just beware. Read at your own risk.
Wow. I've updated. That's amazing since I haven't updated my other fics. I guess the persistent poking of a certain laDy SaSaMi7 pushed me into writing this chapter. Not only that but I got so many reviews! Thanx a bunches to everyone. I feel special. Anywho . . . I hope you enjoy this next chapter. If not, then go ahead and flame me!
Ryou's POV
Mm . . . nice, comfy, pillow. Warm bed. I never want to leave.
. . .
A whimper sounded throughout the silence.
I'm too tired to leave.
Another whimper.
The bed is so comfortable.
A scream pierced my ears.
Why now?
I slowly lifted the thick cover of blankets and stepped onto the numbing floor. Trying my best to ignore the persistent icing on my feet, I quickly walked to my bedroom door.
When I opened the door a loud moan soon followed by a sob echoed out. I looked down the empty hall and saw light seeping through the cracks of a door. The bathroom door.
Swiftly walking to where the sounds must've been coming from, I slowly pressed my ear to the bathroom door. I could hear someone crying. They were crying and whispering something.
" . . . Please, help me. I'm sorry. Just help me."
That sounds like . . . "Joey?"
As soon as I called out the name, all sound from the room stopped.
"Joey?"
No response.
I reached for the doorknob and turned. There was still no sound. My heart began to beat with worry as I pushed. Radiating light beamed into my eyes, causing me to close them. It was too bright for me to see.
An eerie aura of not being able to see anything or hear any sounds frightened me. I slightly opened my eyes, only to be met with white rays. The desire of wanting to know who was in here and why they were making such sounds overwhelmed me. A sudden burst of inspiration filled me as I fought against the blasting light and opened my eyes farther and farther. Strangely, the more I opened them the dimmer the light became, until it settled to a lambent glow.
The first thing I saw was the bathtub. It was filled with water. Red water. Blood red water. Not only that, there was a puddle of the ebony red. A puddle surrounding . . .
"Joey!"
I quickly kneeled in front of the limp body.
"Joey!" I shouted, shaking the teen. To gain more access to him, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him from the space between the sink and toilet.
I held him in my arms, his legs loosely draped across the floor. "Joey. Wake up," I ordered, looking down upon his pale face. His eyes were closed, eyelashes gracing against skin. No breath escaped his mouth to tickle me. It was as if he was . . . dead.
No! He can't be! Joey wouldn't do that himself!
Something warm fell down my cheek. I watched as a tear fell and landed on the blonde's nose, slowly slipping away, down his cheek, and onto a . . . knife? There upon the tile, laid an ordinary kitchen knife. As if to mock my failure to save Joey, the knife glistened. I picked up this vile weapon and examined it.
The sharp edge of the blade was stained with red liquid. I turned it so I could see my reflection. My eyes were slightly red and tears were streaming down my face.
I felt so lost . . . like there was no one in the world that could help me. I needed help. Joey, he had to get to the hospital. The doctors could save him. Yes, that's it!
But, I can't move. I feel so heavy and weak. Help. I need help. Who can help me?
"Yami! Yami! Come here! I need your help! It's Joey. He's hurt!" I shouted, hoping he could hear me.
No one came.
"Yami!" I shouted once more.
When there was no sign that someone was coming, I decided I had to call the paramedics myself. With all of my strength, I set Joey on the floor and stood up. My legs were shaking. I felt so weak.
"Help! Yami!"
My attempts of getting help failed. The only thing that came to me was complete silence. It was if the world was empty except for Joey and I.
Streams of salty liquid trailed from my eyes. I needed to get to the phone. With a deep breath, I lifted my right foot from the ground and placed it ahead of me. I repeated this motion with my left foot.
Before I could continue the pattern, a hoarse voice spoke, "Ryou."
Puzzled from where the voice was coming from, I turned my head and gasped. Joey! His eyes are open! He's awake! He's okay.
"Ryou." He spoke again. There was something strange about the way he said it. His voice seemed distant and his eyes were fixed upon the wall, not even moving or blinking.
"Joey?" I whispered.
"Ryou!" he shouted. I flinched at the sudden change of volume. "Ryou!" This time his head rotated and his eyes were fixated upon me.
With fear, I began to shake. A sweat began to break out on the edges of my face.
"Ryou!"
"No! Stop!" I shouted, surprisingly being able to even talk.
"Ryou!"
Not knowing what else to do, I turned and ran out of the door, no longer feeling weak. I ran into the hall and towards the stairs, but before I could make it, my foot ran into something and I watched as the floor came closer.
~*~*~
"Ryou!" Yami shouted, shaking the young boy.
// What's wrong with him? Why won't he wake up? //
Yami had awoken to the sounds of Ryou yelling the name of Joey. He came to check on the teen. By the time he came into the bedroom, Ryou was calling for him. Now here he was, trying to wake him up.
"Ryou!" He shook again. The only response he got was a mumbling of "No" and "Stop". A rare panic rose in Yami. He usually knew what to do in a situation, but this time he was out of ideas.
//Please, Ra. Let him wake up. //
The boy still lay unconscious. Deciding to wait it out and let Ryou wake on his own, Yami let go of the boy's shoulders and began to stand up. Suddenly, as if his prayers to Ra were answered, Ryou tentatively opened his sienna eyes.
"Y-Yami?" Ryou asked weakly.
A wave of relief and jubilee washed over Yami. "Yes, it's me, Ryou."
Those brown eyes widened. "Where's Joey?" Ryou quickly sat up in his bed and looked around the room.
//Joey? Oh, he must be talking about his dream. //
"It was only a dream, Ryou. None of it was real. Joey's probably at his house eating," he informed the alarmed boy. Ryou's expression relaxed and he flopped back down on the bed.
"What time is it?" he asked, closing his eyes.
Yami glanced at the clock and answered, "5: 57."
A groan sounded from the teen and something inside Yami swirled. He gazed down upon Ryou and the same feeling he had felt a couple days ago flashed inside of him. Closed eyes. Lying down. He's so vulnerable.
//I can't do it. I'd be taking advantage of him. //
//But wasn't he practically in the same position the other day? //
//Yeah, but that's different. //
//How so? //
//Plenty ways. //
"Go ahead. You can do it."
Ryou had invited Yami to do it, as if he was reading his mind.
//See, he wants you to. //
The voice inside of his head had won another fight. Now it all rested upon Yami going through with the act.
With a gulp and a moistening of his lips, Yami leaned over the placid boy. He rested his arm on the other side of Ryou upon the bed. Now he was draped over the younger male, a perfect position.
Since he already had the two ingredients, permission and desire, it was time to add the third, the connection. Leaning closer to those closed lids and slightly parted lips; Yami's spine tingled when he felt the brush of breath against his skin. With a small smile, he pressed his lips to the welcoming warmth.
It was such bliss. He felt like he was soaring through the clear skies towards an endless horizon. For an eternity he could kiss this innocent perfection.
A swipe of wetness caressed Yami's bottom lip. This simple action caused his heart to beat faster and fly higher. Wanting to return the sensations, Yami imitated Ryou's actions. He felt the squirming boy jolt and groan in satisfaction. Another sweep of moisture crossed his lips and he opened his mouth, an encouraging gesture.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
//Ugh. Ryou's alarm clock. //
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Disappointed, Yami pulled away from Ryou and shut the persistent beeping off.
"I don't want to go to school," Ryou mumbled. "Can't I just stay home for a day? I do feel hot. I might have a fever."
Yami chuckled at Ryou's real meaning of why he was feeling hot. "I would very much enjoy it if you stayed home, but you are not sick. Besides, think of going to school as an opportunity to become smarter."
"Ugh." Another chortle came from Yami as Ryou rolled out of the bed onto the floor. "I just need a day of rest. A day away from work, teachers, and detentions."
Shaking his head, Yami stood up. "I'll go make breakfast while you get ready for school." He walked to the door but before leaving he stopped and turned around. "By the way, what was your dream about?"
A look of fear fell upon Ryou's face. He stood up from the floor and sat on the bed, staring at the sheets. "It was about Joey. He - He had committed suicide. I-I felt as if I had failed to save him. It was horrible. I didn't know what to do. I felt so . . . alone."
Yami had expected a bad dream, but that was worse than bad. The expression on Ryou's face made it even worse. To feel helpless and lonely; he couldn't even imagine how that must feel. But, he did feel something. Something about Ryou's dream and Yami's ominous intuitions had made it seem as if another terrible event was going to occur. Yami didn't like this one bit.
Um . . . yeah! There you go. I hope you liked it, if not, ah well. Meh, my neck hurts . . . Now until next time . . . Review!
Warning: I would tell you but it'd give away the chapter! Just beware. Read at your own risk.
Wow. I've updated. That's amazing since I haven't updated my other fics. I guess the persistent poking of a certain laDy SaSaMi7 pushed me into writing this chapter. Not only that but I got so many reviews! Thanx a bunches to everyone. I feel special. Anywho . . . I hope you enjoy this next chapter. If not, then go ahead and flame me!
Ryou's POV
Mm . . . nice, comfy, pillow. Warm bed. I never want to leave.
. . .
A whimper sounded throughout the silence.
I'm too tired to leave.
Another whimper.
The bed is so comfortable.
A scream pierced my ears.
Why now?
I slowly lifted the thick cover of blankets and stepped onto the numbing floor. Trying my best to ignore the persistent icing on my feet, I quickly walked to my bedroom door.
When I opened the door a loud moan soon followed by a sob echoed out. I looked down the empty hall and saw light seeping through the cracks of a door. The bathroom door.
Swiftly walking to where the sounds must've been coming from, I slowly pressed my ear to the bathroom door. I could hear someone crying. They were crying and whispering something.
" . . . Please, help me. I'm sorry. Just help me."
That sounds like . . . "Joey?"
As soon as I called out the name, all sound from the room stopped.
"Joey?"
No response.
I reached for the doorknob and turned. There was still no sound. My heart began to beat with worry as I pushed. Radiating light beamed into my eyes, causing me to close them. It was too bright for me to see.
An eerie aura of not being able to see anything or hear any sounds frightened me. I slightly opened my eyes, only to be met with white rays. The desire of wanting to know who was in here and why they were making such sounds overwhelmed me. A sudden burst of inspiration filled me as I fought against the blasting light and opened my eyes farther and farther. Strangely, the more I opened them the dimmer the light became, until it settled to a lambent glow.
The first thing I saw was the bathtub. It was filled with water. Red water. Blood red water. Not only that, there was a puddle of the ebony red. A puddle surrounding . . .
"Joey!"
I quickly kneeled in front of the limp body.
"Joey!" I shouted, shaking the teen. To gain more access to him, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him from the space between the sink and toilet.
I held him in my arms, his legs loosely draped across the floor. "Joey. Wake up," I ordered, looking down upon his pale face. His eyes were closed, eyelashes gracing against skin. No breath escaped his mouth to tickle me. It was as if he was . . . dead.
No! He can't be! Joey wouldn't do that himself!
Something warm fell down my cheek. I watched as a tear fell and landed on the blonde's nose, slowly slipping away, down his cheek, and onto a . . . knife? There upon the tile, laid an ordinary kitchen knife. As if to mock my failure to save Joey, the knife glistened. I picked up this vile weapon and examined it.
The sharp edge of the blade was stained with red liquid. I turned it so I could see my reflection. My eyes were slightly red and tears were streaming down my face.
I felt so lost . . . like there was no one in the world that could help me. I needed help. Joey, he had to get to the hospital. The doctors could save him. Yes, that's it!
But, I can't move. I feel so heavy and weak. Help. I need help. Who can help me?
"Yami! Yami! Come here! I need your help! It's Joey. He's hurt!" I shouted, hoping he could hear me.
No one came.
"Yami!" I shouted once more.
When there was no sign that someone was coming, I decided I had to call the paramedics myself. With all of my strength, I set Joey on the floor and stood up. My legs were shaking. I felt so weak.
"Help! Yami!"
My attempts of getting help failed. The only thing that came to me was complete silence. It was if the world was empty except for Joey and I.
Streams of salty liquid trailed from my eyes. I needed to get to the phone. With a deep breath, I lifted my right foot from the ground and placed it ahead of me. I repeated this motion with my left foot.
Before I could continue the pattern, a hoarse voice spoke, "Ryou."
Puzzled from where the voice was coming from, I turned my head and gasped. Joey! His eyes are open! He's awake! He's okay.
"Ryou." He spoke again. There was something strange about the way he said it. His voice seemed distant and his eyes were fixed upon the wall, not even moving or blinking.
"Joey?" I whispered.
"Ryou!" he shouted. I flinched at the sudden change of volume. "Ryou!" This time his head rotated and his eyes were fixated upon me.
With fear, I began to shake. A sweat began to break out on the edges of my face.
"Ryou!"
"No! Stop!" I shouted, surprisingly being able to even talk.
"Ryou!"
Not knowing what else to do, I turned and ran out of the door, no longer feeling weak. I ran into the hall and towards the stairs, but before I could make it, my foot ran into something and I watched as the floor came closer.
~*~*~
"Ryou!" Yami shouted, shaking the young boy.
// What's wrong with him? Why won't he wake up? //
Yami had awoken to the sounds of Ryou yelling the name of Joey. He came to check on the teen. By the time he came into the bedroom, Ryou was calling for him. Now here he was, trying to wake him up.
"Ryou!" He shook again. The only response he got was a mumbling of "No" and "Stop". A rare panic rose in Yami. He usually knew what to do in a situation, but this time he was out of ideas.
//Please, Ra. Let him wake up. //
The boy still lay unconscious. Deciding to wait it out and let Ryou wake on his own, Yami let go of the boy's shoulders and began to stand up. Suddenly, as if his prayers to Ra were answered, Ryou tentatively opened his sienna eyes.
"Y-Yami?" Ryou asked weakly.
A wave of relief and jubilee washed over Yami. "Yes, it's me, Ryou."
Those brown eyes widened. "Where's Joey?" Ryou quickly sat up in his bed and looked around the room.
//Joey? Oh, he must be talking about his dream. //
"It was only a dream, Ryou. None of it was real. Joey's probably at his house eating," he informed the alarmed boy. Ryou's expression relaxed and he flopped back down on the bed.
"What time is it?" he asked, closing his eyes.
Yami glanced at the clock and answered, "5: 57."
A groan sounded from the teen and something inside Yami swirled. He gazed down upon Ryou and the same feeling he had felt a couple days ago flashed inside of him. Closed eyes. Lying down. He's so vulnerable.
//I can't do it. I'd be taking advantage of him. //
//But wasn't he practically in the same position the other day? //
//Yeah, but that's different. //
//How so? //
//Plenty ways. //
"Go ahead. You can do it."
Ryou had invited Yami to do it, as if he was reading his mind.
//See, he wants you to. //
The voice inside of his head had won another fight. Now it all rested upon Yami going through with the act.
With a gulp and a moistening of his lips, Yami leaned over the placid boy. He rested his arm on the other side of Ryou upon the bed. Now he was draped over the younger male, a perfect position.
Since he already had the two ingredients, permission and desire, it was time to add the third, the connection. Leaning closer to those closed lids and slightly parted lips; Yami's spine tingled when he felt the brush of breath against his skin. With a small smile, he pressed his lips to the welcoming warmth.
It was such bliss. He felt like he was soaring through the clear skies towards an endless horizon. For an eternity he could kiss this innocent perfection.
A swipe of wetness caressed Yami's bottom lip. This simple action caused his heart to beat faster and fly higher. Wanting to return the sensations, Yami imitated Ryou's actions. He felt the squirming boy jolt and groan in satisfaction. Another sweep of moisture crossed his lips and he opened his mouth, an encouraging gesture.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
//Ugh. Ryou's alarm clock. //
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Disappointed, Yami pulled away from Ryou and shut the persistent beeping off.
"I don't want to go to school," Ryou mumbled. "Can't I just stay home for a day? I do feel hot. I might have a fever."
Yami chuckled at Ryou's real meaning of why he was feeling hot. "I would very much enjoy it if you stayed home, but you are not sick. Besides, think of going to school as an opportunity to become smarter."
"Ugh." Another chortle came from Yami as Ryou rolled out of the bed onto the floor. "I just need a day of rest. A day away from work, teachers, and detentions."
Shaking his head, Yami stood up. "I'll go make breakfast while you get ready for school." He walked to the door but before leaving he stopped and turned around. "By the way, what was your dream about?"
A look of fear fell upon Ryou's face. He stood up from the floor and sat on the bed, staring at the sheets. "It was about Joey. He - He had committed suicide. I-I felt as if I had failed to save him. It was horrible. I didn't know what to do. I felt so . . . alone."
Yami had expected a bad dream, but that was worse than bad. The expression on Ryou's face made it even worse. To feel helpless and lonely; he couldn't even imagine how that must feel. But, he did feel something. Something about Ryou's dream and Yami's ominous intuitions had made it seem as if another terrible event was going to occur. Yami didn't like this one bit.
Um . . . yeah! There you go. I hope you liked it, if not, ah well. Meh, my neck hurts . . . Now until next time . . . Review!