Author's Note: Umm nothing to really say here, except thanks a bunch for the reveiws! I'm glad everyone enjoys the fic, and it means a lot to me!
Chapter 3 Belongings
(Ryou's POV)
I don't think I talked to Yami for a good three days. He knew I was angry with him, and I was. However, I couldn't be furious, because of what I had seen in his soulroom. My yami... just bawling like a baby.
It's been four days now, and I'm not sure whether or not if I can still face him. I promised myself that if he did that again, I wouldn't let him stay here. I'm finding it hard to keep my word.
"Ryou?" Hm. Now who could that be?
I looked up from my book in the livingroom, and fixed cold eyes on him, "What?"
He took a step back, a bit shocked from my bitterness, I assume. Clearing his throat, he walked into my bedroom, a somber look on his face, "I wanted to umm talk to you. You know... about us?"
"I didn't think there was an "us"."
A slim, eyebrow rose, "What made you think that way?" he questioned.
I close my book with a heavy thud, and sit up in my bed, "Well, with the way you behave, I figured there wasn't any "us" in your eyes. So, why should I think any different?"
"Ryou!" he blinked, sitting on the bed, "What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about! Don't think I don't know about Friday night! You and Marik! Bakura, I thought it was clear that I didn't want you seeing him anymore!"
Well, didn't he look surprised? I got up from the bed, attempting to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist, "Omote..." he said softly, pulling me back down.
I scowled, staring at him hard, "I don't feel like talking to you."
"Then don't." he replied back, cupping my face, and kissing me gently.
I tried not surrender to his false affection, but what could I do? My hands gripped his wrists, half heartedly trying to pull his fingers off my cheeks. He did that thing with his tongue, and I moaned, letting him taste my mouth.
About twenty minutes later, I was fuming in my bed. I was naked, of course. The bastard had tricked me. I laid there, my body was at one end of the bed, and his was at the other, creating a satisfying gap between us. Thank God for large beds.
I turn on my side, and see him sleeping peacefully. How can he be? How does that fucker live with himself like this? How can he just... go on with pretending that what he's doing is okay?
"Is something bothering you?" he asked, opening his eyes fully. I take it he was awake, watching me.
"Obviously."
"Damnit Ryou." Bakura propped himself up with his elbows, "You're really pissing me off with this. What's is your problem?"
"MY PROBLEM!?!" I screamed louder than I did in bed just a few moments ago. Trust me, I'm damn loud when I'm having sex (but don't tell anyone. shh).
He sneered, glaring at me with his malicious eyes, and I just went and stared right back, probably looking red in the face.
I was rigidly sitting in the bed now, not showing him fear. I kept my eyes on him, and said softly, "If you think that I will sit here, and let you continue whatever it is you call with Marik, you are terribly mistaken." I stood from the bed, grabbing my own jeans from a drawer and sliding them on.
"Ryou..."
"Shut up." I said, and walked out, calling back at him, "If you plan on seeing Marik tonight, bring your belongings with you, because you won't see them in this house when you get back." a small smile crept onto my lips, and I closed the door. Why should I bother looking back at Bakura's face? I already know he's too shocked to even piss his pants.
I ended up taking a walk in the park. I just threw on a shirt that was on the livingroom floor, and went. The sun felt good on my back, and I even thought I actually might tan. Who knows? I've never been outside long enough to figure out if I tan or burn.
After the park, which I couldn't remember very well, because my head was too full, I went uptown to my favorite, but expensive, bookstore. The owner was a friend of my father's, and waved at me when I stepped through the door. I faked a smile, and walked deep into the dank store.
I shuffled through the shelves, not searching for anything in particular, but I did see someone. It was none other than Marik.
"Ryou? Hey!" he strolled over, and all I could do was hold my breath. My eyes shifted around. No one was in the store, but me, him, and the owner behind the counter watching afternoon soap operas. Oh no...
The Egyptian grinned, "Well, what's goin' on, Little one? Just browsing?" he was a little too close to me for comfort.
I had nothing to say to him, "Yes, but I've got to go now. Sorry I can't talk any longer." I mumbled, and started to walk away.
"He wouldn't mind including you!" Marik called after him, "I wouldn't either."
I spun around. What the hell was he saying, "Excuse me?"
He smirked. Arg! I hate that smirk. He walked closer to me, saying a little bit softer, "I said, we wouldn't mind letting you join us." he leaned over and nipped at my ear. "You know... if you need a little... help once in a while." he let his fingers stroke my cheek. Those eyes of his were positively shining at me!
I thought I was going to be sick. Sneering, I pushed him into a shelf of books. Without a second thought, I bolted.
Never in my life, did I think I could run that fast, and when I got to my front door, out of breath, I unlocked it, and pushed my way in, slamming it behind me, and bolting every lock on the door. Panting, I turned around and gasped.
My house... was empty.
I looked down at the bare wooden floor where my welcome mat used to be, and on a piece of paper were the words, "You should have brought your belongings with you, because you won't see them here when you get back. Me."
(Authoress POV)
Yami no Bakura waited for Marik outside the Ishtar apartment. He smirked at his fellow yami, and pointed down at a truck beside the complex, "Merry Christmas." he chuckled darkly.
At that time, little Malik Ishtar came outside, "Hey guys! Someone's moving! I saw the truck..." he saw the look on Bakura's face, "What's so funny?"
"That's my truck."
"Oh. So, you moved here? Where's Ryou!?" Malik worried about his friend.
"Still at home."
Malik was confused, "So, you're not moving? What's the truck for?"
Bakura walked down the stairs and over to the truck, the Ishtars closely behind. He opened the back hatch, and showed the truck was filled with furniture and boxes and everything you could think of. Even the kitchen sink right in front.
"I was told to pack up my belongings."
Author's Note: O.O Eep! Oh My God! How mean is that!?! AHHHH! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! clears throat Well... that was my reaction to it when I heard, but I want to hear yours, so reveiw please!
Chapter 3 Belongings
(Ryou's POV)
I don't think I talked to Yami for a good three days. He knew I was angry with him, and I was. However, I couldn't be furious, because of what I had seen in his soulroom. My yami... just bawling like a baby.
It's been four days now, and I'm not sure whether or not if I can still face him. I promised myself that if he did that again, I wouldn't let him stay here. I'm finding it hard to keep my word.
"Ryou?" Hm. Now who could that be?
I looked up from my book in the livingroom, and fixed cold eyes on him, "What?"
He took a step back, a bit shocked from my bitterness, I assume. Clearing his throat, he walked into my bedroom, a somber look on his face, "I wanted to umm talk to you. You know... about us?"
"I didn't think there was an "us"."
A slim, eyebrow rose, "What made you think that way?" he questioned.
I close my book with a heavy thud, and sit up in my bed, "Well, with the way you behave, I figured there wasn't any "us" in your eyes. So, why should I think any different?"
"Ryou!" he blinked, sitting on the bed, "What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about! Don't think I don't know about Friday night! You and Marik! Bakura, I thought it was clear that I didn't want you seeing him anymore!"
Well, didn't he look surprised? I got up from the bed, attempting to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist, "Omote..." he said softly, pulling me back down.
I scowled, staring at him hard, "I don't feel like talking to you."
"Then don't." he replied back, cupping my face, and kissing me gently.
I tried not surrender to his false affection, but what could I do? My hands gripped his wrists, half heartedly trying to pull his fingers off my cheeks. He did that thing with his tongue, and I moaned, letting him taste my mouth.
About twenty minutes later, I was fuming in my bed. I was naked, of course. The bastard had tricked me. I laid there, my body was at one end of the bed, and his was at the other, creating a satisfying gap between us. Thank God for large beds.
I turn on my side, and see him sleeping peacefully. How can he be? How does that fucker live with himself like this? How can he just... go on with pretending that what he's doing is okay?
"Is something bothering you?" he asked, opening his eyes fully. I take it he was awake, watching me.
"Obviously."
"Damnit Ryou." Bakura propped himself up with his elbows, "You're really pissing me off with this. What's is your problem?"
"MY PROBLEM!?!" I screamed louder than I did in bed just a few moments ago. Trust me, I'm damn loud when I'm having sex (but don't tell anyone. shh).
He sneered, glaring at me with his malicious eyes, and I just went and stared right back, probably looking red in the face.
I was rigidly sitting in the bed now, not showing him fear. I kept my eyes on him, and said softly, "If you think that I will sit here, and let you continue whatever it is you call with Marik, you are terribly mistaken." I stood from the bed, grabbing my own jeans from a drawer and sliding them on.
"Ryou..."
"Shut up." I said, and walked out, calling back at him, "If you plan on seeing Marik tonight, bring your belongings with you, because you won't see them in this house when you get back." a small smile crept onto my lips, and I closed the door. Why should I bother looking back at Bakura's face? I already know he's too shocked to even piss his pants.
I ended up taking a walk in the park. I just threw on a shirt that was on the livingroom floor, and went. The sun felt good on my back, and I even thought I actually might tan. Who knows? I've never been outside long enough to figure out if I tan or burn.
After the park, which I couldn't remember very well, because my head was too full, I went uptown to my favorite, but expensive, bookstore. The owner was a friend of my father's, and waved at me when I stepped through the door. I faked a smile, and walked deep into the dank store.
I shuffled through the shelves, not searching for anything in particular, but I did see someone. It was none other than Marik.
"Ryou? Hey!" he strolled over, and all I could do was hold my breath. My eyes shifted around. No one was in the store, but me, him, and the owner behind the counter watching afternoon soap operas. Oh no...
The Egyptian grinned, "Well, what's goin' on, Little one? Just browsing?" he was a little too close to me for comfort.
I had nothing to say to him, "Yes, but I've got to go now. Sorry I can't talk any longer." I mumbled, and started to walk away.
"He wouldn't mind including you!" Marik called after him, "I wouldn't either."
I spun around. What the hell was he saying, "Excuse me?"
He smirked. Arg! I hate that smirk. He walked closer to me, saying a little bit softer, "I said, we wouldn't mind letting you join us." he leaned over and nipped at my ear. "You know... if you need a little... help once in a while." he let his fingers stroke my cheek. Those eyes of his were positively shining at me!
I thought I was going to be sick. Sneering, I pushed him into a shelf of books. Without a second thought, I bolted.
Never in my life, did I think I could run that fast, and when I got to my front door, out of breath, I unlocked it, and pushed my way in, slamming it behind me, and bolting every lock on the door. Panting, I turned around and gasped.
My house... was empty.
I looked down at the bare wooden floor where my welcome mat used to be, and on a piece of paper were the words, "You should have brought your belongings with you, because you won't see them here when you get back. Me."
(Authoress POV)
Yami no Bakura waited for Marik outside the Ishtar apartment. He smirked at his fellow yami, and pointed down at a truck beside the complex, "Merry Christmas." he chuckled darkly.
At that time, little Malik Ishtar came outside, "Hey guys! Someone's moving! I saw the truck..." he saw the look on Bakura's face, "What's so funny?"
"That's my truck."
"Oh. So, you moved here? Where's Ryou!?" Malik worried about his friend.
"Still at home."
Malik was confused, "So, you're not moving? What's the truck for?"
Bakura walked down the stairs and over to the truck, the Ishtars closely behind. He opened the back hatch, and showed the truck was filled with furniture and boxes and everything you could think of. Even the kitchen sink right in front.
"I was told to pack up my belongings."
Author's Note: O.O Eep! Oh My God! How mean is that!?! AHHHH! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! clears throat Well... that was my reaction to it when I heard, but I want to hear yours, so reveiw please!