Disclaimer - I don't own Yu-gi-oh or the songs from "Queen Of The
Damned" I do however own the damn CD the songs are on.
Blueraydragon@yahoo.co.uk Rated - Pg-14+
Genre: Romance/angst/humour
Notes: When there is a mental link say between Ryou and Bakura or Yugi and Yami, yeah they in it to / / hikari to yami // // yami to hikari.
"FUCK", he yelled in his fury. "How dare he! That little bastard can't just leave me, ungrateful son of a bitch". Grabbing a third pint Bakura downed it, wiped his mouth and proceeded to stagger out the bar.
Laughing in a drunken state at the robber leaving Malik mused, "Ryou left Bakura? Hmm Bakura does look hot even when he's drunk" Out loud, "Oh shit I think I'm gonna blow" His hand flew to his mouth trying to force some control over his own involuntary actions. He only had at least 3 rum and cokes, but Malik is a light-weight same as the yami who just left.
"Go ahead you do that in here and I'll ban you for life". The bartender points to the door. "OUT"
Staggering outside he exploded in to the gutter kneeling on the pavement as he retched violently. "FUCKING TOMB ROBBER"!! Loud was Malik's cursing.
Love is bitter sweet!
Chapter Two - Loneliness and friendship
Almost a month had passed since Ryou had left his yami, no one cared about the spirit's none appearance. Except one platinum blonde Egyptian boy who stood outside Bakura's front door, he raked a shaking hand through his hair before knocking on the door. No answer so he knocked harder.
"FUCK OFF"! Came a muffled yell from within. "NO ONE'S FUCKING HOME PISS OFF"!
I'm trapped in this world
Lonely and fading Heart broke and waiting For you to come We are trapped in this world And its not meant for me, for me
Malik sighs and calls through the letter box, "Its me Malik and I know you're home Bakura or you wouldn't tell me to fuck off". The door flew open and there stood Bakura in all his filthy glory, his white-hair tangled, clothes dirty and smelly, also he didn't particularly look clean himself. "Ra Bakura you look terrible"! Malik peers in to the house, "Your house seems to be worse off though". Without a single glare or grunt the dark ploughed his way through, food cartons and empty coke cans to sit on the sofa. Malik stumbled his way over to stand in front of his friend, "You've done enough moping around, now get upstairs and take a bath, while I tidy up around here".
Bakura raises an eyebrow, "How the hell do you know how to clean? Besides its Ryou's job". Indeed it used to be for the tomb robber didn't have a clue about keeping a house tidy, when you're a thief you tend not stay in one place too long due to the risk of capture.
Laughing Malik replies, "Isis has me well house trained now go get cleaned up".
"I don't have any clean clothes", the other snarled back.
"Well take off the clothes you have on and I'll put them through the wash for you", smiles Malik. Glaring daggers at his friend the spirit strips off his clothes including boxers, and tosses the pile at Malik then grumpily goes upstairs. Grinning like a moron the blonde headed for the kitchen and put the clothes in the washing machine, he went red as he thought to himself, "I got to see Bakura naked heh, man he sure is hot very sexy". He goes about trying to find a black bin liner and proceeds to tidy up shuffling around the room.
Did you think its cool
To walk right up To take my life And fuck it up? Well did you?
I HATE YOU!
I see hell in your eyes Taken in by surprise Touching you makes me feel alive And touching you makes me die inside
Ryou was happy. Living in the Muto residence he returned to his normal happy go lucky self, Yugi watched him closely over the first few weeks and hid all sharp objects. //Ryou has improved a lot since he first came here// spoke Yami over the mental link for he was out buying food.
/Yes and I'm glad, Ryou looks better smiling/ Yugi still watched Ryou intently while he hums round the kitchen.
//Aibou you're staring at him again// Yami chided gently, the hikari blushed.
Yugi averted his gaze to the table he was sitting at /I can't help it Yami he's so beautiful/
Yami tuts //Be careful about what you say, Ryou is a friend telling him how you feel may ruin it. You don't even know if he feels the same way//
/I know, see you when you get home/, he sighed and closed the link.
"Talking to Yami again"? Asks the white-haired light smiling serenely.
Yugi nods, "Yeah we was talking about how you've improved since you came here".
Ryou's look darkens a little, "Oh really? It was real nice of you to let me stay, you know what my yami is like but I can't stay here forever".
"Yes you can stay here forever if you have to, or at least until you can find somewhere else to live", the shorter teen soothed over his friend's worry. "We're friends and friends help each other when they're in trouble". Thinks, "Did I just do a friendship speech? Oh no". Mentally groans, "Either I hang out with Yami too much or I should start blocking out Anzu, I think it might be a little of both".
A plate of sausage, fried egg, bacon, baked beans, and fried bread is placed in front of Yugi. "Here's your breakfast English style eat up Yugi", hummed Ryou as he served some for himself.
The tri-colour haired boy tucked happily in to his food, "Geez Ryou you are a real good cook, Yami just char grills everything to a crisp".
Ryou beams brightly, "Thanks". Smiling back at him Yugi replies with mouth full, "I mean it you're a good cook".
"Yugi don't talk with your mouth full", his friend fake chided him.
You see I can not be forsaken
For I'm not the only one We walk amongst you Feeding, raping Must we hide from everyone?
"Bakura you done yet"? Malik calls up the stairs. A string of Egyptian curses flows to Malik's ears. "Nani"? He calls back.
Still cursing Bakura stomps downstairs wearing a cream robe he found in Ryou's emptied room, "Damn it I can't un-tangle my hair, shit Malik I need help".
Malik placed the hoover in an upright position, he had just finished cleaning. He sniggers as Bakura walks in to view with clean hair in a right mess, "Come here and I'll try to comb the knots out" The blonde Egyptian sat on the sofa and bid the yami to kneel on the carpet in front of him. "This might hurt a little".
"OW for Ra's sake Malik", he growled loudly. "If you cut any of my hair I swear you won't live to see tomorrow".
He just chuckled in response to Bakura's threat, "Empty words and idle threats, your hair is safe with me now stop squirming". A few hours later the seemingly impossible had been accomplished, Malik managed to comb out the knots in the dark's hair without resorting to violence. "All done now you big baby, geez if only the Pharaoh could've heard you whimper".
"Are my clothes done"?
"Should be by now I have to put them in the dryer to dry".
"Malik", Bakura turned to face him and leaned in close.
Gulping, "Yes"? Malik could feel Bakura's sweet breathe on his face and neck, his lavender eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"Go dry my clothes", an evil smirk spread across his face, he knew how his friend felt and he felt the same way. The tomb robber remembered everything that was said that night, Bakura just liked to toy with him for a bit. Feeling slightly disappointed Malik got up to dry Bakura's clothes, muttering silently about something to do with playing mind games.
To be continued..
Blueraydragon@yahoo.co.uk Rated - Pg-14+
Genre: Romance/angst/humour
Notes: When there is a mental link say between Ryou and Bakura or Yugi and Yami, yeah they in it to / / hikari to yami // // yami to hikari.
"FUCK", he yelled in his fury. "How dare he! That little bastard can't just leave me, ungrateful son of a bitch". Grabbing a third pint Bakura downed it, wiped his mouth and proceeded to stagger out the bar.
Laughing in a drunken state at the robber leaving Malik mused, "Ryou left Bakura? Hmm Bakura does look hot even when he's drunk" Out loud, "Oh shit I think I'm gonna blow" His hand flew to his mouth trying to force some control over his own involuntary actions. He only had at least 3 rum and cokes, but Malik is a light-weight same as the yami who just left.
"Go ahead you do that in here and I'll ban you for life". The bartender points to the door. "OUT"
Staggering outside he exploded in to the gutter kneeling on the pavement as he retched violently. "FUCKING TOMB ROBBER"!! Loud was Malik's cursing.
Love is bitter sweet!
Chapter Two - Loneliness and friendship
Almost a month had passed since Ryou had left his yami, no one cared about the spirit's none appearance. Except one platinum blonde Egyptian boy who stood outside Bakura's front door, he raked a shaking hand through his hair before knocking on the door. No answer so he knocked harder.
"FUCK OFF"! Came a muffled yell from within. "NO ONE'S FUCKING HOME PISS OFF"!
I'm trapped in this world
Lonely and fading Heart broke and waiting For you to come We are trapped in this world And its not meant for me, for me
Malik sighs and calls through the letter box, "Its me Malik and I know you're home Bakura or you wouldn't tell me to fuck off". The door flew open and there stood Bakura in all his filthy glory, his white-hair tangled, clothes dirty and smelly, also he didn't particularly look clean himself. "Ra Bakura you look terrible"! Malik peers in to the house, "Your house seems to be worse off though". Without a single glare or grunt the dark ploughed his way through, food cartons and empty coke cans to sit on the sofa. Malik stumbled his way over to stand in front of his friend, "You've done enough moping around, now get upstairs and take a bath, while I tidy up around here".
Bakura raises an eyebrow, "How the hell do you know how to clean? Besides its Ryou's job". Indeed it used to be for the tomb robber didn't have a clue about keeping a house tidy, when you're a thief you tend not stay in one place too long due to the risk of capture.
Laughing Malik replies, "Isis has me well house trained now go get cleaned up".
"I don't have any clean clothes", the other snarled back.
"Well take off the clothes you have on and I'll put them through the wash for you", smiles Malik. Glaring daggers at his friend the spirit strips off his clothes including boxers, and tosses the pile at Malik then grumpily goes upstairs. Grinning like a moron the blonde headed for the kitchen and put the clothes in the washing machine, he went red as he thought to himself, "I got to see Bakura naked heh, man he sure is hot very sexy". He goes about trying to find a black bin liner and proceeds to tidy up shuffling around the room.
Did you think its cool
To walk right up To take my life And fuck it up? Well did you?
I HATE YOU!
I see hell in your eyes Taken in by surprise Touching you makes me feel alive And touching you makes me die inside
Ryou was happy. Living in the Muto residence he returned to his normal happy go lucky self, Yugi watched him closely over the first few weeks and hid all sharp objects. //Ryou has improved a lot since he first came here// spoke Yami over the mental link for he was out buying food.
/Yes and I'm glad, Ryou looks better smiling/ Yugi still watched Ryou intently while he hums round the kitchen.
//Aibou you're staring at him again// Yami chided gently, the hikari blushed.
Yugi averted his gaze to the table he was sitting at /I can't help it Yami he's so beautiful/
Yami tuts //Be careful about what you say, Ryou is a friend telling him how you feel may ruin it. You don't even know if he feels the same way//
/I know, see you when you get home/, he sighed and closed the link.
"Talking to Yami again"? Asks the white-haired light smiling serenely.
Yugi nods, "Yeah we was talking about how you've improved since you came here".
Ryou's look darkens a little, "Oh really? It was real nice of you to let me stay, you know what my yami is like but I can't stay here forever".
"Yes you can stay here forever if you have to, or at least until you can find somewhere else to live", the shorter teen soothed over his friend's worry. "We're friends and friends help each other when they're in trouble". Thinks, "Did I just do a friendship speech? Oh no". Mentally groans, "Either I hang out with Yami too much or I should start blocking out Anzu, I think it might be a little of both".
A plate of sausage, fried egg, bacon, baked beans, and fried bread is placed in front of Yugi. "Here's your breakfast English style eat up Yugi", hummed Ryou as he served some for himself.
The tri-colour haired boy tucked happily in to his food, "Geez Ryou you are a real good cook, Yami just char grills everything to a crisp".
Ryou beams brightly, "Thanks". Smiling back at him Yugi replies with mouth full, "I mean it you're a good cook".
"Yugi don't talk with your mouth full", his friend fake chided him.
You see I can not be forsaken
For I'm not the only one We walk amongst you Feeding, raping Must we hide from everyone?
"Bakura you done yet"? Malik calls up the stairs. A string of Egyptian curses flows to Malik's ears. "Nani"? He calls back.
Still cursing Bakura stomps downstairs wearing a cream robe he found in Ryou's emptied room, "Damn it I can't un-tangle my hair, shit Malik I need help".
Malik placed the hoover in an upright position, he had just finished cleaning. He sniggers as Bakura walks in to view with clean hair in a right mess, "Come here and I'll try to comb the knots out" The blonde Egyptian sat on the sofa and bid the yami to kneel on the carpet in front of him. "This might hurt a little".
"OW for Ra's sake Malik", he growled loudly. "If you cut any of my hair I swear you won't live to see tomorrow".
He just chuckled in response to Bakura's threat, "Empty words and idle threats, your hair is safe with me now stop squirming". A few hours later the seemingly impossible had been accomplished, Malik managed to comb out the knots in the dark's hair without resorting to violence. "All done now you big baby, geez if only the Pharaoh could've heard you whimper".
"Are my clothes done"?
"Should be by now I have to put them in the dryer to dry".
"Malik", Bakura turned to face him and leaned in close.
Gulping, "Yes"? Malik could feel Bakura's sweet breathe on his face and neck, his lavender eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"Go dry my clothes", an evil smirk spread across his face, he knew how his friend felt and he felt the same way. The tomb robber remembered everything that was said that night, Bakura just liked to toy with him for a bit. Feeling slightly disappointed Malik got up to dry Bakura's clothes, muttering silently about something to do with playing mind games.
To be continued..