Rowan: Well, not exactly the speedy update I was hoping for, but I've had a lot of things going on. Like, their was this one phase where I was fool enough to think I could possibly follow a little updating plan without getting tempted to update other stories or start new ones.
Sakura: Of course, that plan went right out the window, didn't it?
Rowan: Yeah. Anyway, because it's been so long since I updated, I know most of you have forgotten the previous chapters, so I'll summarize it quickly.
Chapter one, which I'll rewrite one day because I don't like it, Bakura and Ryou admitted to having feelings for the other. Chapter two pretty much is just fluff of them. Chapter three is the first day of their senior year of high school. Ryou and Bakura arrive only to find hostility from Honda, Anzu, her boyfriend, and, though to a lesser degree, Yuugi and Jounouchi. The next chapter finds Ryou ill and Bakura forcing him to stay home. Ryou obeys and while at home, receives a letter from a person named Denoma Amoned who wants Bakura dead so she can get with Ryou. Chapter five, Bakura finds a friend in Yuugi, who inquires to Ryou's health. In the afternoon, Yuugi makes the others come visit Ryou. While he's there, he finds a letter, again from Denoma Amoned. Anzu, Yami, and Honda split quickly, while Jounouchi, Ryuuji, and Yuugi stay until seven, talking about things. During that time, it is revealed that Mai, who has not been in school the past two weeks, is in Jamaica and has a crush on Ryuuji and that Jounouchi has been secretly dating Seto Kaiba for the past year, a year in which he matured beyond the rest of the gang.(cough, cough.) At the end of the chapter, Bakura spoke with Jou, telling him that he and Seto shouldn't hide their relationship from anyone. And so, with out further ado…
First Love
Chapter 6: Firs-
Sakura: Hold your horses Ro-chan! You forgot the disclaimer!
Rowan: Forget the disclaimer! On with the story!
First Love
Chapter 6: First Aid
Ryou was feeling much better the next morning. So much so, that he would not stay in bed for another second, insisting on going to school. And despite Bakura's numerous protests, he did, for there were pressing matters he had to attend to at once. Matters that involved the health and happiness of his aibou. With health in the forerunner of Ryou's concerns.
Stepping into the calculus classroom greeted Ryou and Bakura with an interesting sight. At the regular table sat one group; Honda, Yami and Anzu, the brunette with the air and manner of the third wheel. At another table, at the other side of the room, sat the remnants of the original group with the addition of Ryuuji. Waving jovially sat Yuugi in the front seat, a huge grin plastered onto his face as he beckoned the white haired pair to join them. Noting the two empty seats they had obviously saved just for them, Ryou and Bakura made their way over with confidence in the welcoming demeanor of the three.
As they crossed the classroom, a lone figure in a distant corner of the room caught Bakura's eye. It was Seto Kaiba, aloof CEO of one of the biggest franchises in Japan. And his eyes were fixed enviously on Bakura and his angel. Bakura gave a smirkish smile, which was more smilish than smirkish, to the forlorn figure, almost trying to say that he felt his pain and wished he could do something about it, even when there was nothing to be done. Whether Kaiba got the message or not, Bakura never knew, but he had his suspicions that the brunette did, suspicions gathered from the slight nod headed in his direction, coupled with a final, longing glance at a specific blonde, before he turned to the front of the class once more.
Taking their seats, the two newcomers immediately engaged in conversations with the others, Bakura turning to Jounouchi and Ryuuji while Yuugi leaned towards Ryou to whisper something in his ear. "I need to speak with you and Bakura later in the day, if it's convenient. There's something I wish to inquire about."
Ryou blinked confusedly at his best friend. "What is that?" he asked quietly.
"I found this letter at your house yesterday," Yuugi explained, handing the piece of paper over to the fellow hikari. "I want to know what it's all about."
Ryou unfolded the letter and read it to himself. When he reached the end of it, his face turned an even lighter shade of paleness, being pallid already by nature and from his fever the other day. His eyes roved over the words once more before refolding and returning it to Yuugi, hands shaking. "Anou…naze…wakari-masen." (Um, uh…why…I don't understand.)
Yuugi looked at Ryou in concern. "Nani? What is it Ryou? Do you know this person?" (What?)
"Hai," Ryou nodded. "I used to. She…she used to be our, my dad and mine…she used to be our housekeeper." (Yes)
Yuugi's eyes widened. "A jochu? That's odd."
Ryou nodded. "Yes. And… well, she wasn't all right upstairs. She used to think that there were people send from heaven and hell on missions and that I…that I was an angel, her angel. Tenshi ga, she used to call me." Ryou shuddered. "She was really very frightening."
Yuugi patted Ryou on the shoulder. "Yoroshii desu." (It's all right.)
Ryou pulled back and shook his head fervently. "Ike-masen! You don't understand Yuugi! Denoma is intent on getting rid of Bakura! She has been for the past four years, ever since I got the Millenium Ring! She never liked Bakura, and even when he and I shared a body she tried to dispel him from me! She believed…she thought she had heavenly powers to get rid of 'demons' and she thought Bakura was one! Now she knows that Bakura has his own body and she will certainly try to get rid of him for good now!"
Yuugi looked down at the letter in his hands and recalled something. "But she doesn't want to kill him. It seems more like her goal is to get you, not Bakura."
Ryou nodded. "I know. In her first letter, she said something very similar to that thought. I think…I think she has some strange obsession with me. Even when I was fourteen, she was like that. Oh Yuugi, I'm scared. Watakushi wa do shi-masho?" (What am I to do?)
Yuugi shook his head regretfully. "I don't know. I'll think about it though, and tell you if I can think of anything. By the way, does Bakura know?"
"Iie," Ryou replied. "I didn't want him to worry."
"Well, you might want to tell him. He ought to know, y'know?"
Ryou nodded his head in acquiescence. "I'll do that. Thank you Yuugi."
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Later that day, Jounouchi, Yuugi, Ryou, Bakura, and Ryuuji were all walking home when Jou's pocket started to ring. Jou's eyes widened as his hand swiftly removed a cellphone from it, the obvious source of the ringing. "Moshi moshi?" he asked, though it was apparent by his tone that he already knew who it was that was calling. "Eh? Who is this? How'd you get this phone number?" he said next, voice sharp and irritated. "Nani! Dare? Nani ga iri-masu ka?" (What? Who? What do you wish?) Jou's eyes narrowed as he grumbled," Fine, you can talk to him, but don't call this number again, you hear?" Jou sighed as he brought the phone away from his ear. "Ryou, it's for you."
Ryou blinked in surprise, as did the rest of the group. "Me?" Ryou squeaked.
"Hai, it's for you." Jou handed the platinum blonde the cell, who took it cautiously and slowly put it to his ear.
"Hello?" he said in a wary voice.
"Ryou-san, it's me! Denoma! Don't tell me you've forgotten your Denoma! Oh tenshi ga, speak to me!" a high-pitched voice exclaimed.
Ryou's mouth flapped uselessly for a few seconds before remembering how to function properly. "What do you want?" he asked in a shockingly chilling voice.
"'Want'? Why, isn't it obvious, Ryou-san dearest?" the voice crooned.
"Don't call me that, ever again, do you hear me?" Ryou threatened.
"Oh Ryou-san, what's the matter with you? Has that awful demon treated you badly?" Denoma simpered.
"Call Bakura that again and you will regret it," Ryou promised.
"Oh Ryou, why are being so cold to me? I simply want to help you!"
"Well then, help me by never contacting me again!" Ryou punched the 'off' button in annoyance and smiled reassuringly at his friends. "Sorry about that."
"Who was that?" Ryuuji asked, curious.
"Oh, just okaasan! She wanted to-" Ryou was cut off by the cell ringing in his hand. Angrily, he answered it and said, "What did I just tell yo- Oh, hello Kaiba. Sorry about that, I thought you were someone else." Ryou lowered the phone from his ear and placidly handed the phone back to Jou. "It's for you."
Jou took the phone and eagerly put it to his ear, a grin on his face. "Hi! No, it's okay, Ryou and the others know about us." Jou paused. "Well, when I mean others- Yeah, them. See, you know who I mean!" Jou stopped talking and merely listened, but his face got increasingly redder and redder. Finally he said, "Gods Seto, stop already, will ya? I'm not alone you know. You can tell me your dream when I get home. Yeah, okay, see you later. Aishitero. Bye." Jou turned off the cell and smiled sheepishly at the others, who just stared at him with open jaws.
"So, um, shall we continue?" Bakura finally said, which was followed by a chorus of "Yeahs!"
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Ryou was sitting at the desk in the corner of their bedroom, working on his homework, (and with the copier down the street, Bakura's as well), while Bakura worked in the kitchen on their dinner. Though his mind was more on dessert than supper, as his eyes lovingly observed Ryou at his work. Bakura sighed as he slowly stirred the mashed potatoes, remembering back to earlier that afternoon. 'Kaiba is so lucky that his boyfriend isn't so innocent and naive, he can tell him all his thoughts, and dreams…especially his dreams…I wonder what would happen if I told Ryou some of my…naughtier dreams.' Bakura snorted in amusement at that thought. 'He'd either have no clue what I was talking about or be embarrassed beyond tomato color. I wouldn't want to do that to him, that's for sure. Red really doesn't go well with his hair.' Bakura looked at his own silver locks. 'All right, red doesn't go well with either of us. Guess Valentine's Day isn't really our holiday then. Neither is Christmas, for that matter, with the green and red. Why am I thinking about what holidays go with Ryou and I anyway? I'm supposed to be watching the-oh shit, guess that's what happens when you let the –' Bakura's thoughts were cut off by Ryou's voice, which came from behind him.
"Guess that's what happens when you let the mashed potatoes boil over," the hikari remarked, his eyes watching merrily as Bakura struggled to clean up the soggy potato mess all over the floor and stove.
After Bakura had cleaned up his mess, he turned to Ryou and smiled. "That's just what I was thinking!" he remarked.
Ryou nodded and grinned. "Of course it was. You and I are on the same…" Ryou tried to remember the word he wanted to use.
"Wavelength?" Bakura supplied helpfully.
Ryou's face brightened considerably. "Yes, that's the word I was thinking of! Now then, since I think dinner's not ready and won't be for at least another half an hour if you start the potatoes over, I propose we go down to the photo shop down the street, get these copied," Ryou waved the homework papers, "and then stop for dinner on the way back. What do you say?"
"Excellent idea Ryou! Let's go! I'll get our coats, it's very chilly out!"
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"I always liked that restaurant," Ryou remarked sleepily as he and Bakura entered the apartment, Ryou leaning heavily on Bakura's arm.
Bakura nodded in agreement. "So do I. You go get ready for bed now Ryou, I'll lock up."
Ryou smiled and started for the bedroom. "Hai okaasan Bakura," he said teasingly.
Bakura shook his head as he locked the doorknob and did the chain lock. Just as he started to turn and walk away, however, he heard a noise outside the door. Looking through the peek hole, Bakura's brown eyes found glowing red ones staring up into his own, as if they could actually see him. A low hissing noise emitted from the place where Bakura assumed the mouth would be, for all he could decipher in the darkness were the two glowing eyes.
Bakura stepped back from the door, heart pounding in fear. Not many things scared Bakura, but the dark stranger outside of his door sure did! As an extra precautionary measure, Bakura moved the kitchen stool to in front of the door, before turning and entering the bedroom.
Ryou was curled up in bed and practically asleep when Bakura exited the bathroom after washing up. Bakura slid under the covers and stroked Ryou's head softly, while checking the answering machine for any new messages. "Ah, we have one new message aibou."
Ryou sat up. "Really?" he asked.
"Yeah. Should we leave it for tomorrow?"
"Yeah, leave it. We can listen to it in the morning." Ryou pulled Bakura down so they were both fully under the warm sheets. Ryou then laid his chest on his yami's chest and within a few moments, was fast asleep, Bakura's arms wrapped protectively around him.
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Rowan: Wow, that must be the longest chapter yet! I personally like this one the best out of all of them so far. I already know what Sakura thinks.
Sakura: Never assume things. Ad they say, 'assuming only makes an ass out of you and me.' I actually thought this chapter was pretty good, for a change!
Rowan: Really?
Sakura: Yeah!
Rowan: well, I hope the reviewers like it just as much! So, please leave a review! Encouragement, advice, praise, constructive criticism, all are accepted! Flames will be stored for future use in this story. Maybe I can use them for a cozy fireside scene! So, no matter what you think of this, I'd love to know! Arigatou!
