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Bakura's Little Disciple of Evil
Disclaimer: You all know the drill... all together now... they're not mine. Very good, people. ^_~
Author's Note: A fair warning, Ryou and Bakura sort of dominate this chapter a bit. I had to do it, or else we would've gotten nothing but Jou's depression, and that's never fun. The only good part of that is that you get a few amusing scenes, although nothing major. Sorry to those who thought this story would have only Seto and Jou... you gotta remember that there's other people around them as well. For the future chapters though, I doubt that this sort of supporting character domination will happen again. Oh well! Something happy now: I have 10 reviews now! Thanks to my 8 new reviewers:
possessed-anarchist: thanks for thinkin' I'm a good writer! And thanks for liking my story too!
phwee? yami hobo: I don't really know if "mayonnaising" is word... but it is now! ^-^ also I know Seto was a bit OOC, but that was him pretending to be nice (would never work, really)
Star Light Shadow: kawaii? Maybe just a little. Also, I could've had them kiss, sure, but it just wouldn't have a good effect if I didn't have them wait. Besides, it was just a dream anyway. ^_^
Rei Akita: Thanks! You got it: The update is here!
Sakura: thanks thanks thanks! Here's the more more more! (sorry, I thought your review was fun ^_^;)
The crazy kid with the bun and foggy glasses: Daryle. Don't try to hide. Anyway, thanks for at least reading the disclaimer!
youko-moon: I'm hoping this chapter is longer...
Thanks to anyone else who read too!
Now, on with the show!
Chapter 5 * Sparky
After about an hour of being forced to remain on the couch, Jou had to sit through Ryou and Yugi's insisting that he stay the night at one of their houses, and another thirty minutes of conflict and much yelling and debating along the lines of:
"Ryou, Jou should stay here. After all, he's here already, so that would mean less movement."
"But Yugi, I know how to take care of people better than you do! Bakura's always falling and hitting his head and sometimes is knocked out for days!" finally resulted in Ryou winning the debate, and now we join the Bakuras and Jou on their way home...
Ryou made sure Jou put his seat belt on before stealing the car keys away from Bakura, who grumbled something about the injustice shown to a dead-spirit yami.
The whole ride to the house was silent, the streetlights making their own music on the interior of the dark blue Yukon and casting eerie shadows on the occupants' faces.
Jou hadn't spoken since he had (untruthfully) reassured the gang that he had been all right. Well, that's really not the exact way he would have put it... devastated, would be more along the lines of the right word; the exact lines, actually. He was devastated because it hadn't been real... and he figured that it would haunt him for the rest of his life, too. He was so quiet in fact, he could hear Bakura's soft mumbling which was something more about injustice and then complaints about having to tend to the 'loud and hungry one'. Ryou paid no heed to Bakura as he hummed a little sunny tune that somewhat toned down the shadows in the car. As they finally reached the house and walked in, Jou's depressing mood was somewhat forced to change. As soon as Bakura impatiently flipped the lights on, the warm, sunny interior of the house and the bright, happy glow about it unconsciously brightened Jou to the point where he could at least smile... a little, anyway as he made himself comfortable on the plush, white couch that you sank in when you sat down.
Bakura grumbled at Ryou as he put the car and house keys away.
"So where's the loudmouth gonna sleep? Do you want me to throw the pillows off the couch? I'll actually be nice today." He finished, a bit proud.
Ryou simply smiled and shook his head.
"No. That's okay my dear yami. Jou won't be sleeping on the couch tonight."
Bakura blinked a couple of times before thinking he understood.
"Ryou! I'm surprised at you! The floor?!" he gasped. "That's a little too cruel, even for me, and you know how mean I am." He stated, matter-of-factly.
"Yes, Bakura. I know how mean you are, and NO, he's not sleeping on the floor, either. He's sleeping in your room tonight, and you're sleeping on the couch."
Bakura's face fell as he inched closer to Ryou. He got about a foot away from Ryou's face as he whispered in a suspicious way.
"You're..." he paused to look around to make sure the Jou wasn't listening, then continued. "you're joking... right?"
Ryou inched closer to Bakura, looking up at him and smiling a bit seductively and making Bakura extremely nervous... he never thought that Ryou could pull off that look...
"...Right?" Bakura insisted.
Ryou grabbed the front of Bakura's shirt and brought him down to his level, bringing his face only moments from Bakuras as he reassured Bakura that,
"NO!" he yelled and pushed him away. "I'm not joking, Bakura. Now, go get some blankets and pillows out of the linen closet and make yourself a makeshift bed. And don't complain, either!" he finished as he went to the living room. Bakura stumbled back a few steps, in a state of shock, and a bit angry that it ended, because he was starting to enjoy it... oddly enough. He slowly fumbled his way upstairs and down the white hall to the linen closet, which just happened to be across the hall from his room.
Ryou smiled to himself as he started to help Jou upstairs to Bakura's ::coughguestroomcough:: bedroom, and in doing so, passing a now stunned Bakura and winking playfully at him. Bakura let go of the pillow on the top shelf that he was preventing from falling and as his arm fell, so did the pillow... right on his head... and it was heavier than it should have been... and it HURT LIKE HELL. It knocked him down, actually. After about a few moments of being plastered to the fluffy white carpet (yes everything is white... and blue, too.) he sat up and rubbing the back of his head, pulled the actual pillow out of the pillowcase and found... bricks? He wondered why this seemed absolutely pointless. After all, if Ryou was scared enough to hide bricks in the linen closet he should've thought of something first: wasn't it his job to protect Ryou no matter what...?
As Ryou tucked Jou in for the night, he asked the blond something before he left the room.
"Jou? The customer at the Game Shop earlier, it was Kaiba, wasn't it?"
Jou blinked in surprise.
"How did you know?"
Ryou smiled, turning out Bakura's ::coughguestroomcough:: light.
"By the way you fainted after he had gone. You looked rather flushed. That... and Yugi told us." He laughed.
Jou sighed.
"Oh. Am I really that obvious?"
Ryou smiled again, tilting his head thoughtfully.
"Only to me, considering I know. Have a good night Jou. I hope you have sweet dreams, too."
"Thanks, Ryou. I hope you do too. Oh, and uh... thanks for understanding and helpin' me out."
"It's no problem, Jou. Now get some sleep. Good night!"
Jou smiled warmly.
"Goodnight, Ryou."
As Ryou shut the door, Jou tried to shut his minds' door in order to block out all thoughts that had to do with Seto. Unfortunately, it wasn't working one bit.
Jou sighed and sat up, the moonlight from the large window dancing through the halfway open sheer, powder blue curtains, creating a symphony and a ballet of moonbeams across the snow-white walls.
Jou had never gotten his feelings this involved with something, or someone, since... well, since never.
::Well, would ya look at that?:: Jou thought to himself, resting his head on his knees.
::I can't believe that I've never, ever loved somebody as much as I love him... not even my own sister... of course, that's kinda weird if ya think about the context, I mean... arg! Who am I kidding?!:: he screamed at himself in his head, throwing one of Bakura's many plush pillows across the room.
::I'm in love! And I hate it! Every time I try to think straight, he keeps popping into my head! And then he says that whole "stalker" thing to me... what did that mean, anyway? Ugh, probably just a sick joke...::
As Jou calmed, he laid back down, trying to get to the root of his unlikely love for this seemingly cold-hearted man. He snuggled into the warmth of the sheets, blanket, and comforter as he let his thoughts wander to the past...
It had been a cold, December day. The light from the sun had long since been sheltered from the harsh realities of Earth and the sky resembled a swirly mixture of charcoal and iron. The streets of Domino City were bare and lonely, and rain had been pouring like buckets for four days. Jou had been tired of being cooped up at home and had decided to take a walk. He hadn't bothered to take an umbrella; he liked getting drenched. It confirmed the fact that he could indeed feel. He hadn't been walking too long when he found himself at the park. He was cold, but he didn't care. He went and sat on an elegantly designed white iron bench. He hadn't been sitting long when someone caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Out of curiosity, he looked about a good yard ahead to where the white swing set that had been designed to match the design of the benches sat in the rain-soaked grass. He had to squint through the rains intensity at first to make out the figure, but suddenly, it had hit him. It was Seto Kaiba. At first he hadn't been too sure, but then again, he could recognize that blue trench coat anywhere... he could recognize him anywhere...
Seto had always been so mean to him, and Jou would always retort his remarks. But it had been lately, for some reason, unbeknownst to Jou, that whenever he had seen Seto, he would get a weird feeling, something that had never crossed his mind before. It had felt like, well like Seto and he were attached somehow, but he could never figure it out.
He had brought himself back to the earth, watching as Seto sat down on one of the swings. Even from the distance between the two, Jou could still tell that he had been wearing the saddest expression he had ever seen, and while he slightly swung back and forth with the wind, a small white dove sat upon his lap, looking up at him and cooing as if it had understood his pain. Jou watched as Seto stroked the bird's back softy, and at that moment he realized that he loved Seto. He knew then that although Seto was cold and bitter, there was more depth to him, to his soul... a depth that Jou wanted to explore and get to know.
As Jou started to drift into a bewildered sleep, he told himself that he wouldn't let Seto get to him anymore than he already had... of course, some things are harder for Jou to accomplish than he would like.
The next morning was a school day... unfortunately. Ryou got up bright and early-5:30 to be exact-to make breakfast. He was cooking merrily until 6:00 when he had to go in the living room to wake up Bakura.
Bakura was sprawled out on the couch as much as could be, but he looked rather peaceful and innocent doing it. Ryou smiled to himself, savoring this rare quiet moment of peace, because he knew that the second Bakura was awake, it would be another day of hell on earth... a noisy hell on earth.
Ryou sighed as he gently started to shake Bakura awake.
"Bakura? Baku-chan, wake up, you have to get Jou ready for school." Silently, Ryou wondered why that sounded so wrong.
Bakura, however, was fully awake and aware of Ryou. But he didn't want to wake up Jou, so instead he pretended to still be asleep and hugged Ryou's arm.
Ryou growled in annoyance.
"Bakura! Get up, I know you're awake! School starts in two hours and I still have to finish making breakfast! Now go get Jou up!"
Ryou snatched his arm back and returned to the kitchen.
Bakura, however, huffed, shot up and screamed,
"DAMN IT Ryou! You ruin everything!" and threw off the blanket and started to storm upstairs.
Upstairs though, Jou had been awake since 4:15. He just wasn't able to sleep with so much on his mind and what was worse was that today was a school day, and although Seto rarely showed up at school, there was always the possibility that he would. Jou took a deep breath and let it out slowly, vowing to himself that he would try and get over Seto; he was just probably messing with his mind to get an easy laugh, anyway.
At that moment, Bakura threw the door open, bright light from the hall spilling in and almost blinding Jou.
"Get up you lazy ass! I could've still been sleeping, but no, my heartless hikari made me come and get you! Now either you get out of my bed, you bed whore, or you will spend the rest of eternity in the Shadow Realm!"
Jou blinked a few times as he sat up.
"Bed whore?"
Bakura tutted and sighed, obviously very annoyed.
"Yes. That is not your bed. It is mine. Therefore you are a bed whore. Now come on." He finished, going over and pulling Jou out of bed and dragging him down the hall and throwing him into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
Jou simply stood there, next to the sink, staring at the door and listening to Bakura's fading complaints. Something still didn't make sense to Jou, though.
"Bed whore?"
Ten minutes later, Jou was all done, dressed, and downstairs eating one of Ryou's fresh strawberry waffles. He was trying not to pay attention to the Bakuras, however, because Ryou kept insisting that Bakura go feed their dog, Sparky, when everyone, including Bakura, knew that they actually didn't have a dog.
"Ryou, for the last time! We don't have a dog!"
"Bakura, do you see a dog house?"
"A pointless one, yes."
"Shut up, I'm not through. Now do you see a collar in that dog house?"
"Yeah, it's lying on the ground!"
"Sparky's sleeping! Now go feed him!"
Jou couldn't help but laugh a little as Bakura mumbled "damn non-existent dog" and trudged outside with the water and food bowl and Ryou yelling at him through the kitchen window not to kick the dog house, else he'll wake Sparky.
Jou sighed again (as he was doing a lot of lately) and stared at the piece of waffle on his fork. He wondered if Yami and Yugi were like this in the morning... maybe he should've stayed with them after all?
Eheh... that was it... I'll go hide now... ^_^'. Until next time!
Bakura's Little Disciple of Evil
Disclaimer: You all know the drill... all together now... they're not mine. Very good, people. ^_~
Author's Note: A fair warning, Ryou and Bakura sort of dominate this chapter a bit. I had to do it, or else we would've gotten nothing but Jou's depression, and that's never fun. The only good part of that is that you get a few amusing scenes, although nothing major. Sorry to those who thought this story would have only Seto and Jou... you gotta remember that there's other people around them as well. For the future chapters though, I doubt that this sort of supporting character domination will happen again. Oh well! Something happy now: I have 10 reviews now! Thanks to my 8 new reviewers:
possessed-anarchist: thanks for thinkin' I'm a good writer! And thanks for liking my story too!
phwee? yami hobo: I don't really know if "mayonnaising" is word... but it is now! ^-^ also I know Seto was a bit OOC, but that was him pretending to be nice (would never work, really)
Star Light Shadow: kawaii? Maybe just a little. Also, I could've had them kiss, sure, but it just wouldn't have a good effect if I didn't have them wait. Besides, it was just a dream anyway. ^_^
Rei Akita: Thanks! You got it: The update is here!
Sakura: thanks thanks thanks! Here's the more more more! (sorry, I thought your review was fun ^_^;)
The crazy kid with the bun and foggy glasses: Daryle. Don't try to hide. Anyway, thanks for at least reading the disclaimer!
youko-moon: I'm hoping this chapter is longer...
Thanks to anyone else who read too!
Now, on with the show!
Chapter 5 * Sparky
After about an hour of being forced to remain on the couch, Jou had to sit through Ryou and Yugi's insisting that he stay the night at one of their houses, and another thirty minutes of conflict and much yelling and debating along the lines of:
"Ryou, Jou should stay here. After all, he's here already, so that would mean less movement."
"But Yugi, I know how to take care of people better than you do! Bakura's always falling and hitting his head and sometimes is knocked out for days!" finally resulted in Ryou winning the debate, and now we join the Bakuras and Jou on their way home...
Ryou made sure Jou put his seat belt on before stealing the car keys away from Bakura, who grumbled something about the injustice shown to a dead-spirit yami.
The whole ride to the house was silent, the streetlights making their own music on the interior of the dark blue Yukon and casting eerie shadows on the occupants' faces.
Jou hadn't spoken since he had (untruthfully) reassured the gang that he had been all right. Well, that's really not the exact way he would have put it... devastated, would be more along the lines of the right word; the exact lines, actually. He was devastated because it hadn't been real... and he figured that it would haunt him for the rest of his life, too. He was so quiet in fact, he could hear Bakura's soft mumbling which was something more about injustice and then complaints about having to tend to the 'loud and hungry one'. Ryou paid no heed to Bakura as he hummed a little sunny tune that somewhat toned down the shadows in the car. As they finally reached the house and walked in, Jou's depressing mood was somewhat forced to change. As soon as Bakura impatiently flipped the lights on, the warm, sunny interior of the house and the bright, happy glow about it unconsciously brightened Jou to the point where he could at least smile... a little, anyway as he made himself comfortable on the plush, white couch that you sank in when you sat down.
Bakura grumbled at Ryou as he put the car and house keys away.
"So where's the loudmouth gonna sleep? Do you want me to throw the pillows off the couch? I'll actually be nice today." He finished, a bit proud.
Ryou simply smiled and shook his head.
"No. That's okay my dear yami. Jou won't be sleeping on the couch tonight."
Bakura blinked a couple of times before thinking he understood.
"Ryou! I'm surprised at you! The floor?!" he gasped. "That's a little too cruel, even for me, and you know how mean I am." He stated, matter-of-factly.
"Yes, Bakura. I know how mean you are, and NO, he's not sleeping on the floor, either. He's sleeping in your room tonight, and you're sleeping on the couch."
Bakura's face fell as he inched closer to Ryou. He got about a foot away from Ryou's face as he whispered in a suspicious way.
"You're..." he paused to look around to make sure the Jou wasn't listening, then continued. "you're joking... right?"
Ryou inched closer to Bakura, looking up at him and smiling a bit seductively and making Bakura extremely nervous... he never thought that Ryou could pull off that look...
"...Right?" Bakura insisted.
Ryou grabbed the front of Bakura's shirt and brought him down to his level, bringing his face only moments from Bakuras as he reassured Bakura that,
"NO!" he yelled and pushed him away. "I'm not joking, Bakura. Now, go get some blankets and pillows out of the linen closet and make yourself a makeshift bed. And don't complain, either!" he finished as he went to the living room. Bakura stumbled back a few steps, in a state of shock, and a bit angry that it ended, because he was starting to enjoy it... oddly enough. He slowly fumbled his way upstairs and down the white hall to the linen closet, which just happened to be across the hall from his room.
Ryou smiled to himself as he started to help Jou upstairs to Bakura's ::coughguestroomcough:: bedroom, and in doing so, passing a now stunned Bakura and winking playfully at him. Bakura let go of the pillow on the top shelf that he was preventing from falling and as his arm fell, so did the pillow... right on his head... and it was heavier than it should have been... and it HURT LIKE HELL. It knocked him down, actually. After about a few moments of being plastered to the fluffy white carpet (yes everything is white... and blue, too.) he sat up and rubbing the back of his head, pulled the actual pillow out of the pillowcase and found... bricks? He wondered why this seemed absolutely pointless. After all, if Ryou was scared enough to hide bricks in the linen closet he should've thought of something first: wasn't it his job to protect Ryou no matter what...?
As Ryou tucked Jou in for the night, he asked the blond something before he left the room.
"Jou? The customer at the Game Shop earlier, it was Kaiba, wasn't it?"
Jou blinked in surprise.
"How did you know?"
Ryou smiled, turning out Bakura's ::coughguestroomcough:: light.
"By the way you fainted after he had gone. You looked rather flushed. That... and Yugi told us." He laughed.
Jou sighed.
"Oh. Am I really that obvious?"
Ryou smiled again, tilting his head thoughtfully.
"Only to me, considering I know. Have a good night Jou. I hope you have sweet dreams, too."
"Thanks, Ryou. I hope you do too. Oh, and uh... thanks for understanding and helpin' me out."
"It's no problem, Jou. Now get some sleep. Good night!"
Jou smiled warmly.
"Goodnight, Ryou."
As Ryou shut the door, Jou tried to shut his minds' door in order to block out all thoughts that had to do with Seto. Unfortunately, it wasn't working one bit.
Jou sighed and sat up, the moonlight from the large window dancing through the halfway open sheer, powder blue curtains, creating a symphony and a ballet of moonbeams across the snow-white walls.
Jou had never gotten his feelings this involved with something, or someone, since... well, since never.
::Well, would ya look at that?:: Jou thought to himself, resting his head on his knees.
::I can't believe that I've never, ever loved somebody as much as I love him... not even my own sister... of course, that's kinda weird if ya think about the context, I mean... arg! Who am I kidding?!:: he screamed at himself in his head, throwing one of Bakura's many plush pillows across the room.
::I'm in love! And I hate it! Every time I try to think straight, he keeps popping into my head! And then he says that whole "stalker" thing to me... what did that mean, anyway? Ugh, probably just a sick joke...::
As Jou calmed, he laid back down, trying to get to the root of his unlikely love for this seemingly cold-hearted man. He snuggled into the warmth of the sheets, blanket, and comforter as he let his thoughts wander to the past...
It had been a cold, December day. The light from the sun had long since been sheltered from the harsh realities of Earth and the sky resembled a swirly mixture of charcoal and iron. The streets of Domino City were bare and lonely, and rain had been pouring like buckets for four days. Jou had been tired of being cooped up at home and had decided to take a walk. He hadn't bothered to take an umbrella; he liked getting drenched. It confirmed the fact that he could indeed feel. He hadn't been walking too long when he found himself at the park. He was cold, but he didn't care. He went and sat on an elegantly designed white iron bench. He hadn't been sitting long when someone caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Out of curiosity, he looked about a good yard ahead to where the white swing set that had been designed to match the design of the benches sat in the rain-soaked grass. He had to squint through the rains intensity at first to make out the figure, but suddenly, it had hit him. It was Seto Kaiba. At first he hadn't been too sure, but then again, he could recognize that blue trench coat anywhere... he could recognize him anywhere...
Seto had always been so mean to him, and Jou would always retort his remarks. But it had been lately, for some reason, unbeknownst to Jou, that whenever he had seen Seto, he would get a weird feeling, something that had never crossed his mind before. It had felt like, well like Seto and he were attached somehow, but he could never figure it out.
He had brought himself back to the earth, watching as Seto sat down on one of the swings. Even from the distance between the two, Jou could still tell that he had been wearing the saddest expression he had ever seen, and while he slightly swung back and forth with the wind, a small white dove sat upon his lap, looking up at him and cooing as if it had understood his pain. Jou watched as Seto stroked the bird's back softy, and at that moment he realized that he loved Seto. He knew then that although Seto was cold and bitter, there was more depth to him, to his soul... a depth that Jou wanted to explore and get to know.
As Jou started to drift into a bewildered sleep, he told himself that he wouldn't let Seto get to him anymore than he already had... of course, some things are harder for Jou to accomplish than he would like.
The next morning was a school day... unfortunately. Ryou got up bright and early-5:30 to be exact-to make breakfast. He was cooking merrily until 6:00 when he had to go in the living room to wake up Bakura.
Bakura was sprawled out on the couch as much as could be, but he looked rather peaceful and innocent doing it. Ryou smiled to himself, savoring this rare quiet moment of peace, because he knew that the second Bakura was awake, it would be another day of hell on earth... a noisy hell on earth.
Ryou sighed as he gently started to shake Bakura awake.
"Bakura? Baku-chan, wake up, you have to get Jou ready for school." Silently, Ryou wondered why that sounded so wrong.
Bakura, however, was fully awake and aware of Ryou. But he didn't want to wake up Jou, so instead he pretended to still be asleep and hugged Ryou's arm.
Ryou growled in annoyance.
"Bakura! Get up, I know you're awake! School starts in two hours and I still have to finish making breakfast! Now go get Jou up!"
Ryou snatched his arm back and returned to the kitchen.
Bakura, however, huffed, shot up and screamed,
"DAMN IT Ryou! You ruin everything!" and threw off the blanket and started to storm upstairs.
Upstairs though, Jou had been awake since 4:15. He just wasn't able to sleep with so much on his mind and what was worse was that today was a school day, and although Seto rarely showed up at school, there was always the possibility that he would. Jou took a deep breath and let it out slowly, vowing to himself that he would try and get over Seto; he was just probably messing with his mind to get an easy laugh, anyway.
At that moment, Bakura threw the door open, bright light from the hall spilling in and almost blinding Jou.
"Get up you lazy ass! I could've still been sleeping, but no, my heartless hikari made me come and get you! Now either you get out of my bed, you bed whore, or you will spend the rest of eternity in the Shadow Realm!"
Jou blinked a few times as he sat up.
"Bed whore?"
Bakura tutted and sighed, obviously very annoyed.
"Yes. That is not your bed. It is mine. Therefore you are a bed whore. Now come on." He finished, going over and pulling Jou out of bed and dragging him down the hall and throwing him into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
Jou simply stood there, next to the sink, staring at the door and listening to Bakura's fading complaints. Something still didn't make sense to Jou, though.
"Bed whore?"
Ten minutes later, Jou was all done, dressed, and downstairs eating one of Ryou's fresh strawberry waffles. He was trying not to pay attention to the Bakuras, however, because Ryou kept insisting that Bakura go feed their dog, Sparky, when everyone, including Bakura, knew that they actually didn't have a dog.
"Ryou, for the last time! We don't have a dog!"
"Bakura, do you see a dog house?"
"A pointless one, yes."
"Shut up, I'm not through. Now do you see a collar in that dog house?"
"Yeah, it's lying on the ground!"
"Sparky's sleeping! Now go feed him!"
Jou couldn't help but laugh a little as Bakura mumbled "damn non-existent dog" and trudged outside with the water and food bowl and Ryou yelling at him through the kitchen window not to kick the dog house, else he'll wake Sparky.
Jou sighed again (as he was doing a lot of lately) and stared at the piece of waffle on his fork. He wondered if Yami and Yugi were like this in the morning... maybe he should've stayed with them after all?
Eheh... that was it... I'll go hide now... ^_^'. Until next time!