*stumbles in*
"Sorry I'm late!" and these three words have been uttered by the authoress at the start of practically every class, every day. It has been an awful, awful week, with lots of storms that seem to start the very *second* I step off the bus (not that I used them for inspiration or anything...) The bus trips themselves are even worse - I've taken to writing my fic on my *mobile* in text messages. Strange yet effective.
And then there was the eleven year old girl sitting innocently next to me on the aforementioned bus, who now knows things about boys who love boys she probably didn't need to know, thanks to my big fat mouth and its incapability to keep shtum. And so this chapter is dedicated to her. Cindy is her name. Her reaction was "Ewww, that's so gross! Just *imagine*!" And I, of course, did imagine. But the result isn't in this chapter.
Disclaimer: These things are getting really boring.
Chapter 25: Lightning Crashes.
* * *
Lightning crashed overhead, a roll of thunder ominously booming after. Torrents of rain fell from the dark grey sky. Another flash of lightning illuminated the park Bakura was currently searching frantically in. In the brief moment, he found him.
"Ryou!" Releif flooded through him as the rain around him flooded the land. He ran towards the lonely, huddled figure on the bench. His blue shirt was drenched, and clung to his lean body. Downcast eyes bled tears that mingled with the rain as they tumbled freely down his cheeks. Bakura called his name again, but received no reply.
Bakura dropped to his knees and peered into the other's face. "It wasn't what you thought! I'd never..." he trailed off, giving up explaining. "Thank Ra you're safe!" He closed his lips on the broken teen's mouth in a tentative kiss. Ryou remained silent,
"You're cold." Bakura wiped tears from his love's face, and covered him with his leather jacket. A fork of lightning streaked overhead, accompanied by a sharp crack of thunder. "Shit," Bakura commented, "I have to get you out of the park." He grabbed Ryou by the wrist and lead him through the dark streets. Ryou obediently followed for about half an hour, before suddenly stopping, rain dripping through silver hair and dark eyelashes. A fire smouldered in his chocolate eyes, and he glared at the spirit.
"What happened back there? I want the truth."
* * *
Isis covered her stomach with the palm of her left hand. "I just don't know what to do..." Her blue eyes leaked tears, the only visible sign of what she was going through. "I do know what I *can't* do, though. I can't kill it."
Mai looked up, fully realising for the first time what Isis had commited herself to, accidentally of course. Her whole life was practically stuffed, in a word. She couldn't work... how the hell was she going to support herself *and* a baby? How could she afford food, and shelter? And she could kiss whatever social life she had adieu. Mai gazed at her. "Are you sure...?"
Isis returned her gaze with tear strewn eyes. "What choice do I have?"
* * *
"Did you kiss him?" his voice was so devoid of any emotion; just a flat, dead tone. Bakura felt a guilty squirm somewhere in his stomach, which of course is very rare for the tomb robber.
"Love, no! Believe me, Ryou. I love you." He brought his hand slowly up to brush silver locks from the other's cheek, but his hand was knocked away. Chocolate eyes stared into equally dark ones; two wide and hopeful, two challenging. All was silent; the rain stopped, the wind died, the night darkened.
"I..." he began, hesitant. His eyes softened, as did his voice. "I know." Bakura cupped his cheek again, planting a soft, slow, sweet kiss upon his open mouth, Ryou's tongue shyly meeting the spirit's. The storm took this as it's cue to continue, and the two broke apart. "Where were you leading me, anyway?"
"Hmm. I'm not exactly sure," admitted Bakura. "Supposedly back to Kaiba's."
It was coming up for midnight. Back at the penthouse, everyone had gone to bed. Ryou succeeded in taking Bakura on a scenic route of the city, somehow missing the the apartment. They were cold and wet and a leetle annoyed (not to mention dog-tired) by 1 in the morning. Ryou looked at Bakura helplessly.
"What now?" Bakura shrugged. The billowing clouds were lit up by another flash of lightning. Something gold glittered against his chest. Ryou stared at it. "Bakura..."
"Yes, my sweet?"
Ryou grinned. "Well, hunny-bunch-kins googly-face, pray tell me what that is hanging around your neck?" He smiled sweetly.
"Just the Millen... ni... um... oh shit." He held up the golden ornament, one of the spikes lifting. Pointing to the puzzle. Bakura swore. Ryou laughed. Everything was back to normal.
* * *
Yami awoke, the smell of bacon wafting through the room from... somewhere. His eyes fluttered open, and fell on Seto, who was sporting a cute, goofy little grin on his face, and holding a tray. "What's that?" asked Yami.
"Breakfast. How are you?" He set the tray down.
"Effing sore."
"I should think so." His eyes sparkled mischievously. He leant over the still-naked spikey-haired teen, and whispered in a deep, husky accent. "Baisse Moi."
"Gesundheit."
Seto rolled his eyes. "Baisse Moi is *French* for 'kiss me', dufus." He leant forward, but was stopped short by fingers on his lips.
"Did you just call me 'dufus'?"
Seto paused, contemplating. "Inexplicably, yes."
"Just wondering." They proceeded to devour each other, the breakfast forgotten on the bedside table.
* * *
At ten, everyone was in the living room, despite whatever they'd been doing the night before. Everyone, that is, except Malik. Ryou and Bakura exchanged very awkward looks. His sister sighed, slipped into his room, and quietly shut the door. Malikw was lying on his single bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Leave me alone to die."
Isis rolled her eyes. She did, of course, feel sorry for him, but still... She had *other* problems she could be giving her attention to right about now. "Malik, get over it. So Bakura didn't want to know. So what? Plenty more fish in the sea."
Malik ignored her. "What becomes of the broken hearted?" he warbled. Isis tried her very hardest not to snicker, and failed miserably.
The door opened again. "Piss off, Pharaoh!" Malik spat with surprising venom. Yami sat down on the bedspread, and crossed his legs. And looked.
Presently, Malik became uncomfortable under his gaze. He squirmed. He scowled. "What are you ogling at?"
"You."
Malik pondered for a moment. "Why?"
"Because."
"Because *why*?" He was frustrated now. Yami shrugged, adding to the angsty teen's irritation. He leaped up, his face in Yami's, and snarled. "Get your smug arse back to Kaiba, he'll probably make more use of... *What* are you smirking at?"
"I got you out of bed."
He let off a string of insults. But Isis caught the flicker of amusement in his lilac eyes.
* * *
By eleven, it was decided they should hit the town that night, and go clubbing. Malik opted out, but discovered Ryou and Bakura were also staying. He opted in again. A thought suddenly occured to Mai. "What about you, Rebecca? We can't exactly take someone as underage as you along. And Yugi and Mokuba can't exactly pass for 18. No offence or anything."
"Maybe Bakura can babysit?" Honda, eternal stirrer, grinned.
"No way. Too Busy." Bakura answered, the boy in his arms turning considerably pink.
"Besides, I'm the same age as most of you, I want to come!" Yugi wailed.
"It's not an issue. Everyone's coming." There was something in the CEO's tone that left them in no doubt he would sort it.
"Well, Rebecca, if you're going to your first club tonight, we'd better get you some nice clothes."
* * *
I'll get the next one up quicker. Well, I'll try to, anywayz. Now, I took my time but I did my bit. Your turn!
"Sorry I'm late!" and these three words have been uttered by the authoress at the start of practically every class, every day. It has been an awful, awful week, with lots of storms that seem to start the very *second* I step off the bus (not that I used them for inspiration or anything...) The bus trips themselves are even worse - I've taken to writing my fic on my *mobile* in text messages. Strange yet effective.
And then there was the eleven year old girl sitting innocently next to me on the aforementioned bus, who now knows things about boys who love boys she probably didn't need to know, thanks to my big fat mouth and its incapability to keep shtum. And so this chapter is dedicated to her. Cindy is her name. Her reaction was "Ewww, that's so gross! Just *imagine*!" And I, of course, did imagine. But the result isn't in this chapter.
Disclaimer: These things are getting really boring.
Chapter 25: Lightning Crashes.
* * *
Lightning crashed overhead, a roll of thunder ominously booming after. Torrents of rain fell from the dark grey sky. Another flash of lightning illuminated the park Bakura was currently searching frantically in. In the brief moment, he found him.
"Ryou!" Releif flooded through him as the rain around him flooded the land. He ran towards the lonely, huddled figure on the bench. His blue shirt was drenched, and clung to his lean body. Downcast eyes bled tears that mingled with the rain as they tumbled freely down his cheeks. Bakura called his name again, but received no reply.
Bakura dropped to his knees and peered into the other's face. "It wasn't what you thought! I'd never..." he trailed off, giving up explaining. "Thank Ra you're safe!" He closed his lips on the broken teen's mouth in a tentative kiss. Ryou remained silent,
"You're cold." Bakura wiped tears from his love's face, and covered him with his leather jacket. A fork of lightning streaked overhead, accompanied by a sharp crack of thunder. "Shit," Bakura commented, "I have to get you out of the park." He grabbed Ryou by the wrist and lead him through the dark streets. Ryou obediently followed for about half an hour, before suddenly stopping, rain dripping through silver hair and dark eyelashes. A fire smouldered in his chocolate eyes, and he glared at the spirit.
"What happened back there? I want the truth."
* * *
Isis covered her stomach with the palm of her left hand. "I just don't know what to do..." Her blue eyes leaked tears, the only visible sign of what she was going through. "I do know what I *can't* do, though. I can't kill it."
Mai looked up, fully realising for the first time what Isis had commited herself to, accidentally of course. Her whole life was practically stuffed, in a word. She couldn't work... how the hell was she going to support herself *and* a baby? How could she afford food, and shelter? And she could kiss whatever social life she had adieu. Mai gazed at her. "Are you sure...?"
Isis returned her gaze with tear strewn eyes. "What choice do I have?"
* * *
"Did you kiss him?" his voice was so devoid of any emotion; just a flat, dead tone. Bakura felt a guilty squirm somewhere in his stomach, which of course is very rare for the tomb robber.
"Love, no! Believe me, Ryou. I love you." He brought his hand slowly up to brush silver locks from the other's cheek, but his hand was knocked away. Chocolate eyes stared into equally dark ones; two wide and hopeful, two challenging. All was silent; the rain stopped, the wind died, the night darkened.
"I..." he began, hesitant. His eyes softened, as did his voice. "I know." Bakura cupped his cheek again, planting a soft, slow, sweet kiss upon his open mouth, Ryou's tongue shyly meeting the spirit's. The storm took this as it's cue to continue, and the two broke apart. "Where were you leading me, anyway?"
"Hmm. I'm not exactly sure," admitted Bakura. "Supposedly back to Kaiba's."
It was coming up for midnight. Back at the penthouse, everyone had gone to bed. Ryou succeeded in taking Bakura on a scenic route of the city, somehow missing the the apartment. They were cold and wet and a leetle annoyed (not to mention dog-tired) by 1 in the morning. Ryou looked at Bakura helplessly.
"What now?" Bakura shrugged. The billowing clouds were lit up by another flash of lightning. Something gold glittered against his chest. Ryou stared at it. "Bakura..."
"Yes, my sweet?"
Ryou grinned. "Well, hunny-bunch-kins googly-face, pray tell me what that is hanging around your neck?" He smiled sweetly.
"Just the Millen... ni... um... oh shit." He held up the golden ornament, one of the spikes lifting. Pointing to the puzzle. Bakura swore. Ryou laughed. Everything was back to normal.
* * *
Yami awoke, the smell of bacon wafting through the room from... somewhere. His eyes fluttered open, and fell on Seto, who was sporting a cute, goofy little grin on his face, and holding a tray. "What's that?" asked Yami.
"Breakfast. How are you?" He set the tray down.
"Effing sore."
"I should think so." His eyes sparkled mischievously. He leant over the still-naked spikey-haired teen, and whispered in a deep, husky accent. "Baisse Moi."
"Gesundheit."
Seto rolled his eyes. "Baisse Moi is *French* for 'kiss me', dufus." He leant forward, but was stopped short by fingers on his lips.
"Did you just call me 'dufus'?"
Seto paused, contemplating. "Inexplicably, yes."
"Just wondering." They proceeded to devour each other, the breakfast forgotten on the bedside table.
* * *
At ten, everyone was in the living room, despite whatever they'd been doing the night before. Everyone, that is, except Malik. Ryou and Bakura exchanged very awkward looks. His sister sighed, slipped into his room, and quietly shut the door. Malikw was lying on his single bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Leave me alone to die."
Isis rolled her eyes. She did, of course, feel sorry for him, but still... She had *other* problems she could be giving her attention to right about now. "Malik, get over it. So Bakura didn't want to know. So what? Plenty more fish in the sea."
Malik ignored her. "What becomes of the broken hearted?" he warbled. Isis tried her very hardest not to snicker, and failed miserably.
The door opened again. "Piss off, Pharaoh!" Malik spat with surprising venom. Yami sat down on the bedspread, and crossed his legs. And looked.
Presently, Malik became uncomfortable under his gaze. He squirmed. He scowled. "What are you ogling at?"
"You."
Malik pondered for a moment. "Why?"
"Because."
"Because *why*?" He was frustrated now. Yami shrugged, adding to the angsty teen's irritation. He leaped up, his face in Yami's, and snarled. "Get your smug arse back to Kaiba, he'll probably make more use of... *What* are you smirking at?"
"I got you out of bed."
He let off a string of insults. But Isis caught the flicker of amusement in his lilac eyes.
* * *
By eleven, it was decided they should hit the town that night, and go clubbing. Malik opted out, but discovered Ryou and Bakura were also staying. He opted in again. A thought suddenly occured to Mai. "What about you, Rebecca? We can't exactly take someone as underage as you along. And Yugi and Mokuba can't exactly pass for 18. No offence or anything."
"Maybe Bakura can babysit?" Honda, eternal stirrer, grinned.
"No way. Too Busy." Bakura answered, the boy in his arms turning considerably pink.
"Besides, I'm the same age as most of you, I want to come!" Yugi wailed.
"It's not an issue. Everyone's coming." There was something in the CEO's tone that left them in no doubt he would sort it.
"Well, Rebecca, if you're going to your first club tonight, we'd better get you some nice clothes."
* * *
I'll get the next one up quicker. Well, I'll try to, anywayz. Now, I took my time but I did my bit. Your turn!