Updatey-poos! *foreboding drum music* WHO keeps doing that? *looks around* Meh, Schmeb. (and i've stopped speaking English. the things the prospect of school does to one. o_O;) Yeah, tha's right. Me got school tomorrow. *cries* No more sitting at home, watching and reading and writing and breathing Yu-Gi-Oh.
I'm going to rave on about the Metalix Tazos again, as am smitten with them. Me have 10. Have seen poster of all 60, and is v. excited at the Yami ones (there are twooo!), also the Bakura one (shirt undone again) and SETO who looks *unbelievably* sexy. But the add ruins them. At the end, they say "It's your turn!" No comment.
Oh, and as I'll actually have to *do* my homework this year (can't use my usual "I'm so short and cute pwease don't tell me off" thing) I dunno when I'll get this updated. *fingers crossed that she can still update regularly*.
Disclaimer: This just takes up room. I've already wasted all this space wittering about Tazos. But they're so kewl!! @.@ Anyway, Yu-Gi-Oh ain't mine. Yami Yugi is very consoling about this, though. I was talking to him today. Well, I was talking to the poster of him in my brother's room. It's nice to have someone so considerate to talk to. I swear Seto was smirking at me behind my back, though.
Chapter 24: Kiss From A Rose (another all-time favourite. i'm a sucker for love songs. *hums*)
* * *
The graveyard was beginning to grow dark, as the two sat on tombstones and talked, eventually falling into a comfortable, thoughtful silence.
After a few minutes, Malik looked at Bakura in a rather *interesting* way. This unsettled Bakura to say the least, and the silence was no longer comfortable. Whispers in the dark, both timid and strong in Malik's sweet voice. "Ryou is a very lucky man."
Before Bakura could reply, or even *register* such a remark, raspberry lips found his, and clasped his slightly open mouth in a slow, lingering, *deliberate* kiss.
* * *
The shopping party slowly and noisily made their way back to Kaiba's place through the twilight streets, swinging bags of purchases around. Passing a graveyard, Otogi recognised their friends amongst the graves. "It's Bakura and Malik! Wonder what they're doing out?"
Dark brown eyes lifted to where the dicemaster had pointed, and widened. Crystalline tears formed at their delicate edges. Ryou let out a faint cry, dark shadows grasping at his heart and clenching it with their sharp claws. He was swept with a wave of nausea. Turning, he fled through the group and into the dark night.
Feet pounded the concrete, as Ryou ran flat out, ignoring the pain that welled inside of him. He didn't know where he was going; he didn't *care*, he just wanted to get away. Away from Yugi's innocent shock, from Mai's pitying glance, from Jou's curse.
... And away from Malik and Bakura.
* * *
Bakura was very, *very* shocked now. His temperature rose, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes remained wide, staring at the teenage boy now locked onto his lips. He gently pushed him away.
"We can't. I can't."
"Why ever not?" Malik sounded disappointed, and hurt.
"Ryou," Bakura answered softly, and simply.
"He wouldn't have to know -"
"That's not the point! I *love* Ryou, it wouldn't be fair on him; or on you for that matter. I don't want to hurt anyone. I'm sorry, Malik." Bakura sounded thoroughly miserable. Malik opened his mouth to protest, but was cut short by the sound of someone approaching. It was Mai. She looked pissed off.
"Look, Bakura. I don't care who or what the hell you want to snog, it's none of my business. But at least do it somewhere a little less conspicuous, or be honest with Ryou."
Bakura looked past her to the group. "Where is he?"
"Gone. He took off as soon as he saw you." Right on cue, a crack of thunder shuddered through the air, and it started to pour with rain. Bakura swore, and pulling his leather coat around himself, tore through the dark after Ryou.
Malik watched him go almost wistfully. "He does love Ryou, you know. He told me. I tried to kiss him, and..." Mai gazed at Malik with what seemed to be pity. Raindrops fell and soaked his clothes and hair and skin, but he didn't seem to care. She lead him back to the rest of the group, who had huddled under a bus shelter, and were waiting for the rain to stop.
* * *
Isis pushed open the door and choked back a laugh. She pointed at something to Mai, who smiled. "Yugi, Mokuba, Rebecca; STAY THERE," she ordered, before the two girls walked in, followed by three curious boys, a laughing Shizuka and a zombie-like Malik.
There were empty bottles of alcohol and used glasses left on the floor, littered amongst what seemed to be *all* of Yami's and Kaiba's clothes - that they had been wearing, anyway. There was a half eaten bunch of grapes in a bowl, and lumps of white stuff all over the sofa.
It was the white stuff that had Mai worried.
Upon closer inspection, it was only whipped cream (the can was discovered under a pair of leather pants) and she let the other three in. Against her better judgement, she opened Yami and Seto's door a teensy bit, finding the two sleeping like babies. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how much of a perv you are) they had pulled the sheets over their naked, sleeping forms.
Ryou and Bakura were still missing in action, and Malik was looking more and more depressed with every passing second. But it was Isis Mai was *really* worried about; she had been twitchy since they had stepped in from the mall. And Mai had an inkling of what was wrong.
* * *
Bakura ran on through the rain for more than an hour. He was drenched, he was lost, and he was worried sick. He hoped Ryou wouldn't do anything *stupid* because of a mere *misunderstanding*. He went through dark streets and parks and alleys, short of breath but still running. He must have searched the whole bloody area.
He kept searching, frantically calling Ryou's name. He was the closest to tears he'd ever been in his life, though that wasn't saying much. Eventually he sank to his knees in a puddle of despair.
"I've lost him."
* * *
"Isis?" The dark-haired girl looked up, hastily stuffing something away in a brown paper bag. Mai walked over to her. "Are you okay? You've been kind of jumpy lately." Isis nodded, then shook her head.
"To be honest, no. I've done something incredibly, unbelievably, unforgiveably stupid." She wiped tears away from her eyes with the back of her hand. She gestured to the bag, and Mai opened it, and bit her lip. She had been right, not that it helped at all. Mai wrapped her arms around the woman in a sisterly embrace.
"Are you going to keep it?"
* * *
Is this the end of Ryou and Bakura? Will Isis keep it? (I'm assuming you've all figured what 'it' is?) Will Tassy the Authoress (uh, me) do her assignments and actually *pass* high school? All shall be revealed in the next exciting installment of "The Young and the Beautiful".
Uh, ignore the last paragraph and review and keep me happy? PWEASE? *sparkly eyes*
I'm going to rave on about the Metalix Tazos again, as am smitten with them. Me have 10. Have seen poster of all 60, and is v. excited at the Yami ones (there are twooo!), also the Bakura one (shirt undone again) and SETO who looks *unbelievably* sexy. But the add ruins them. At the end, they say "It's your turn!" No comment.
Oh, and as I'll actually have to *do* my homework this year (can't use my usual "I'm so short and cute pwease don't tell me off" thing) I dunno when I'll get this updated. *fingers crossed that she can still update regularly*.
Disclaimer: This just takes up room. I've already wasted all this space wittering about Tazos. But they're so kewl!! @.@ Anyway, Yu-Gi-Oh ain't mine. Yami Yugi is very consoling about this, though. I was talking to him today. Well, I was talking to the poster of him in my brother's room. It's nice to have someone so considerate to talk to. I swear Seto was smirking at me behind my back, though.
Chapter 24: Kiss From A Rose (another all-time favourite. i'm a sucker for love songs. *hums*)
* * *
The graveyard was beginning to grow dark, as the two sat on tombstones and talked, eventually falling into a comfortable, thoughtful silence.
After a few minutes, Malik looked at Bakura in a rather *interesting* way. This unsettled Bakura to say the least, and the silence was no longer comfortable. Whispers in the dark, both timid and strong in Malik's sweet voice. "Ryou is a very lucky man."
Before Bakura could reply, or even *register* such a remark, raspberry lips found his, and clasped his slightly open mouth in a slow, lingering, *deliberate* kiss.
* * *
The shopping party slowly and noisily made their way back to Kaiba's place through the twilight streets, swinging bags of purchases around. Passing a graveyard, Otogi recognised their friends amongst the graves. "It's Bakura and Malik! Wonder what they're doing out?"
Dark brown eyes lifted to where the dicemaster had pointed, and widened. Crystalline tears formed at their delicate edges. Ryou let out a faint cry, dark shadows grasping at his heart and clenching it with their sharp claws. He was swept with a wave of nausea. Turning, he fled through the group and into the dark night.
Feet pounded the concrete, as Ryou ran flat out, ignoring the pain that welled inside of him. He didn't know where he was going; he didn't *care*, he just wanted to get away. Away from Yugi's innocent shock, from Mai's pitying glance, from Jou's curse.
... And away from Malik and Bakura.
* * *
Bakura was very, *very* shocked now. His temperature rose, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes remained wide, staring at the teenage boy now locked onto his lips. He gently pushed him away.
"We can't. I can't."
"Why ever not?" Malik sounded disappointed, and hurt.
"Ryou," Bakura answered softly, and simply.
"He wouldn't have to know -"
"That's not the point! I *love* Ryou, it wouldn't be fair on him; or on you for that matter. I don't want to hurt anyone. I'm sorry, Malik." Bakura sounded thoroughly miserable. Malik opened his mouth to protest, but was cut short by the sound of someone approaching. It was Mai. She looked pissed off.
"Look, Bakura. I don't care who or what the hell you want to snog, it's none of my business. But at least do it somewhere a little less conspicuous, or be honest with Ryou."
Bakura looked past her to the group. "Where is he?"
"Gone. He took off as soon as he saw you." Right on cue, a crack of thunder shuddered through the air, and it started to pour with rain. Bakura swore, and pulling his leather coat around himself, tore through the dark after Ryou.
Malik watched him go almost wistfully. "He does love Ryou, you know. He told me. I tried to kiss him, and..." Mai gazed at Malik with what seemed to be pity. Raindrops fell and soaked his clothes and hair and skin, but he didn't seem to care. She lead him back to the rest of the group, who had huddled under a bus shelter, and were waiting for the rain to stop.
* * *
Isis pushed open the door and choked back a laugh. She pointed at something to Mai, who smiled. "Yugi, Mokuba, Rebecca; STAY THERE," she ordered, before the two girls walked in, followed by three curious boys, a laughing Shizuka and a zombie-like Malik.
There were empty bottles of alcohol and used glasses left on the floor, littered amongst what seemed to be *all* of Yami's and Kaiba's clothes - that they had been wearing, anyway. There was a half eaten bunch of grapes in a bowl, and lumps of white stuff all over the sofa.
It was the white stuff that had Mai worried.
Upon closer inspection, it was only whipped cream (the can was discovered under a pair of leather pants) and she let the other three in. Against her better judgement, she opened Yami and Seto's door a teensy bit, finding the two sleeping like babies. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how much of a perv you are) they had pulled the sheets over their naked, sleeping forms.
Ryou and Bakura were still missing in action, and Malik was looking more and more depressed with every passing second. But it was Isis Mai was *really* worried about; she had been twitchy since they had stepped in from the mall. And Mai had an inkling of what was wrong.
* * *
Bakura ran on through the rain for more than an hour. He was drenched, he was lost, and he was worried sick. He hoped Ryou wouldn't do anything *stupid* because of a mere *misunderstanding*. He went through dark streets and parks and alleys, short of breath but still running. He must have searched the whole bloody area.
He kept searching, frantically calling Ryou's name. He was the closest to tears he'd ever been in his life, though that wasn't saying much. Eventually he sank to his knees in a puddle of despair.
"I've lost him."
* * *
"Isis?" The dark-haired girl looked up, hastily stuffing something away in a brown paper bag. Mai walked over to her. "Are you okay? You've been kind of jumpy lately." Isis nodded, then shook her head.
"To be honest, no. I've done something incredibly, unbelievably, unforgiveably stupid." She wiped tears away from her eyes with the back of her hand. She gestured to the bag, and Mai opened it, and bit her lip. She had been right, not that it helped at all. Mai wrapped her arms around the woman in a sisterly embrace.
"Are you going to keep it?"
* * *
Is this the end of Ryou and Bakura? Will Isis keep it? (I'm assuming you've all figured what 'it' is?) Will Tassy the Authoress (uh, me) do her assignments and actually *pass* high school? All shall be revealed in the next exciting installment of "The Young and the Beautiful".
Uh, ignore the last paragraph and review and keep me happy? PWEASE? *sparkly eyes*