Summary- Ryou used to be a normal kid until his father left him for Egypt
when he was 14 years old. Ryou was left to fend for himself for over a
year, and is now suffering of a terrible loneliness, having mixed feelings
for his selfish and arrogant yami, and is slowly dying of a serious eating
disorder. His life is now a serious down-spiral of dangerous events,
risks, and... boyfriends? Can Ryou be saved before his stress kills him? Who
can he trust with his life?
Couples:
Ryou and Bakura (First one-sided, but later may become something more)
Ryou and Seto (Very little)
Ryou and Malik (Ryou finds solace in an on/off relationship with Malik)
Malik and Marik
Yami, Yuugi, and Jounouchi (Threesome?)
Otogi and Tristan (Minor Reference)
WARNING!!! This story may contain all of the following: SHOUNEN AI, YAOI, FOUL LANGUAGE, EATING DISORDERS, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, and SUICIDAL THOUGHTS.
Kitty does not own YuGiOh.
The Consequence of Sin
Part One: "You Will Never Be Pretty, Ryou!"
I sat at my desk deep in thought. I rubbed my temples tiredly as my head spun with numbers and equations. I put my pencil behind my ear and stared at my math homework in hopes of sending it up in flames. If I was supposedly so goddamn intelligent, why did I struggle so in mathematics? It was infuriating to me, for nothing seemed to make sense with numbers. How could I survive in this world with such a poor understanding of numbers? I would surely find myself out on the streets without a job sooner than I could say, "exponential notation"!
"God damn..." I muttered to myself quietly as I held back a few tears of frustration. I finally picked up my homework and shoved it back into my folder to work on later. I pulled my pencil from behind my ear careful not to bother where I had gotten it pierced just a few days prior. I had been talked into it by Malik, who had quite a few piercings of his own already. I had been very nervous, but overall content with the turnout in the end. The silver stud was very pretty. I placed my chewed up pencil into a tin can that I had on my desk left conveniently to hold all of my writing utensils.
Deciding there was no reason to stay and mope around my room any longer, I rose from my uncomfortable chair and made my way to the door. Downstairs I found Bakura at the kitchen table reading hieroglyphs with a magnifying glass. I'm not sure I really want to know where exactly he had found the scrolls, but with Bakura, I know not to ask questions. Looking up at me as I entered the room, Bakura set down his reading device and gave me a cold stare.
"Where the hell have you been the past hour? I've been down here starving, waiting for your lazy ass to come down here and make me something to eat!" he growled. "I'm very sorry," I apologized timidly before opening the freezer in search of something to feed us. "What would you like, Bakura?" I asked sweetly, trying not to let him know that he had frightened me. Bakura hated weakness.
"Meat." He growled before picking up his magnifier again, "And you better make it fucking quick." "Yes, sir," I replied before pulling some steaks out of the freezer.
Bakura could be a real jerk at times, but he wasn't all that bad. He'd never raised a hand to me, and when he was in an exceptionally good mood, he'd hang out with me and we would talk about anything in general. He's told me many interesting stories of his adventures in ancient Egypt.
I'm not sure what exactly causes Bakura to become so irritable on some days though. I don't think it's his cigarettes. While I know they're not good for him, at the same time, I don't think that they're the reason for his cruel behavior. I did try one of his cigarettes once when he wasn't home. It tasted bad, and caused me to choke and become sick to my stomach. While it wasn't a pleasant experience, there was something about it that made me think about doing it again sometime; maybe that's what draws Bakura to them.
"Are you almost done yet?!" I hear Bakura bark rudely at me as he stands from the table and comes to inspect what I'm doing. The steaks are almost done; they only have a bit of pink left on them. "Almost," I whisper.
"They're done, stop cooking," Bakura growls as he pushes me to the side and turns off the burner. He reaches for the plates on the counter impatiently as I stare at him dumbfounded from my new residence in the corner. The steaks are still half raw; we can't eat them until they're fully cooked! They can make us sick.
"Bakura, the meat wasn't done cooking. It's still a bit raw inside. We can't eat it that way." I state quietly. My yami ignores me as he sits down at the table and begins eating with his hands. "I like it this way, you little runt. As for you, you don't deserve dinner. If you're so hungry go eat some fruit like the pansy you are."
I try not to let him know that he had hurt my feelings and ignore my growling stomach as I sit down across from him at the kitchen table and watch him eat. I know my yami didn't mean all of the cruel things he had just said. Maybe he'll sleep it off and tomorrow will be different. I don't know why I wait everyday for acceptance from my yami. I long for any kind of praise from him, but it never comes. I love my yami so deeply, and he never pretends to be even remotely interested in me unless he's in an extremely happy mood. Which isn't very often.
I sigh to myself, but this does not go unnoticed by my very perceptive and keen yami.
"What are you moaning about?" he grumbles as he takes another large bite of his half-cooked steak. Disgusting.
"It's nothing, Yami," I reply quietly while folding my hands in front of me on the table. Bakura seemed to watch my movements with interest for a few minutes while he chewed his food thoughtfully. After what seemed like forever, Bakura finally responded. "If it was nothing then you wouldn't be moaning and groaning about it and interrupting my meal."
"I'm sorry, Bakura," I say holding back my ponderings. Like I said before, it's not as if he's even remotely interested in my feelings.
After minutes passing of uncomfortable silence, I decided to ask my yami a discreet question in hopes to see if my yami had any feelings whatsoever towards me. I hoped that I wouldn't be left disappointed.
"Yami?"
"What is it?" he growled.
I held my breath as I let six simple words exit my mouth, "Yami, do you think I'm attractive?"
Silence.
I opened my eyes and looked up at my yami to see what he was thinking. I was met with an amused smile as my eyes met his. Before I could comment, Bakura broke into painful laughter as if he couldn't catch his breath. As I stared at him with pained eyes, he began to settle down until all laughter ceased and he stared into my eyes. "Fuck, you were being serious, weren't you?"
My heartbeat.
It's getting faster.
"Yes." I can feel my face turning red.
"What are you, high or something? Of course you're not pretty! You're a guy! You'll never be pretty, Ryou! You damn pansy!" As Bakura began to laugh again at his cruel remarks, I silently excused myself from the table and made my way upstairs. Grabbing my homework folder and a pencil, I ran back downstairs and out the front door. The last thing I heard before I shut it behind me was Bakura shouting, "Yeah, go ahead and run out crying, you little whore!"
It was then that I realized that I was crying, and it didn't seem like I was going to stop soon. My dreams were crushed, and I wished nothing more than to be the perfect person that Bakura could love and cherish, just as I loved and cherished him. My running brought me to the park, and in my blind depression, I accidentally ran into someone, dropping my folder, and papers spread out everywhere.
"I'm so sorry!" I sobbed to whoever I had run into as I desperately tried to collect all of my homework pages. The person said nothing, but instead stooped down to help me. "Bakura?" the stranger inquired, as he handed me a stack of math. "No, I prefer Ryou," I sniffed to this mystery person who seemed to know my name.
I lifted my head only to gaze into the sharp cerulean eyes of Seto Kaiba. A fresh batch of tears welled in my eyes and began to slide down my face before I could stop myself. "Baku—I mean, Ryou, what's the matter?"
I tried to think of the best excuse I could without having to tell the truth. No one needed to know of my business and personal feelings for my yami.
"It's these damn maths!" I sobbed, "They're too hard!"
I felt a gentle hand and a delicate finger lift my chin to face the multi- billionaire once again and I felt my breath catch in my throat. "Somehow," Kaiba started, "I'm led to believe that math is the least of your worries right now."
That said, I broke down completely in front of a young man that I barely know outside of school and the general public, and allowed him to wrap his arms around me as I sobbed away all of my frustrations for a little while.
To Be Continued...
Next Chapter: "Would You Like For Me to Kiss You?"
Couples:
Ryou and Bakura (First one-sided, but later may become something more)
Ryou and Seto (Very little)
Ryou and Malik (Ryou finds solace in an on/off relationship with Malik)
Malik and Marik
Yami, Yuugi, and Jounouchi (Threesome?)
Otogi and Tristan (Minor Reference)
WARNING!!! This story may contain all of the following: SHOUNEN AI, YAOI, FOUL LANGUAGE, EATING DISORDERS, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, and SUICIDAL THOUGHTS.
Kitty does not own YuGiOh.
The Consequence of Sin
Part One: "You Will Never Be Pretty, Ryou!"
I sat at my desk deep in thought. I rubbed my temples tiredly as my head spun with numbers and equations. I put my pencil behind my ear and stared at my math homework in hopes of sending it up in flames. If I was supposedly so goddamn intelligent, why did I struggle so in mathematics? It was infuriating to me, for nothing seemed to make sense with numbers. How could I survive in this world with such a poor understanding of numbers? I would surely find myself out on the streets without a job sooner than I could say, "exponential notation"!
"God damn..." I muttered to myself quietly as I held back a few tears of frustration. I finally picked up my homework and shoved it back into my folder to work on later. I pulled my pencil from behind my ear careful not to bother where I had gotten it pierced just a few days prior. I had been talked into it by Malik, who had quite a few piercings of his own already. I had been very nervous, but overall content with the turnout in the end. The silver stud was very pretty. I placed my chewed up pencil into a tin can that I had on my desk left conveniently to hold all of my writing utensils.
Deciding there was no reason to stay and mope around my room any longer, I rose from my uncomfortable chair and made my way to the door. Downstairs I found Bakura at the kitchen table reading hieroglyphs with a magnifying glass. I'm not sure I really want to know where exactly he had found the scrolls, but with Bakura, I know not to ask questions. Looking up at me as I entered the room, Bakura set down his reading device and gave me a cold stare.
"Where the hell have you been the past hour? I've been down here starving, waiting for your lazy ass to come down here and make me something to eat!" he growled. "I'm very sorry," I apologized timidly before opening the freezer in search of something to feed us. "What would you like, Bakura?" I asked sweetly, trying not to let him know that he had frightened me. Bakura hated weakness.
"Meat." He growled before picking up his magnifier again, "And you better make it fucking quick." "Yes, sir," I replied before pulling some steaks out of the freezer.
Bakura could be a real jerk at times, but he wasn't all that bad. He'd never raised a hand to me, and when he was in an exceptionally good mood, he'd hang out with me and we would talk about anything in general. He's told me many interesting stories of his adventures in ancient Egypt.
I'm not sure what exactly causes Bakura to become so irritable on some days though. I don't think it's his cigarettes. While I know they're not good for him, at the same time, I don't think that they're the reason for his cruel behavior. I did try one of his cigarettes once when he wasn't home. It tasted bad, and caused me to choke and become sick to my stomach. While it wasn't a pleasant experience, there was something about it that made me think about doing it again sometime; maybe that's what draws Bakura to them.
"Are you almost done yet?!" I hear Bakura bark rudely at me as he stands from the table and comes to inspect what I'm doing. The steaks are almost done; they only have a bit of pink left on them. "Almost," I whisper.
"They're done, stop cooking," Bakura growls as he pushes me to the side and turns off the burner. He reaches for the plates on the counter impatiently as I stare at him dumbfounded from my new residence in the corner. The steaks are still half raw; we can't eat them until they're fully cooked! They can make us sick.
"Bakura, the meat wasn't done cooking. It's still a bit raw inside. We can't eat it that way." I state quietly. My yami ignores me as he sits down at the table and begins eating with his hands. "I like it this way, you little runt. As for you, you don't deserve dinner. If you're so hungry go eat some fruit like the pansy you are."
I try not to let him know that he had hurt my feelings and ignore my growling stomach as I sit down across from him at the kitchen table and watch him eat. I know my yami didn't mean all of the cruel things he had just said. Maybe he'll sleep it off and tomorrow will be different. I don't know why I wait everyday for acceptance from my yami. I long for any kind of praise from him, but it never comes. I love my yami so deeply, and he never pretends to be even remotely interested in me unless he's in an extremely happy mood. Which isn't very often.
I sigh to myself, but this does not go unnoticed by my very perceptive and keen yami.
"What are you moaning about?" he grumbles as he takes another large bite of his half-cooked steak. Disgusting.
"It's nothing, Yami," I reply quietly while folding my hands in front of me on the table. Bakura seemed to watch my movements with interest for a few minutes while he chewed his food thoughtfully. After what seemed like forever, Bakura finally responded. "If it was nothing then you wouldn't be moaning and groaning about it and interrupting my meal."
"I'm sorry, Bakura," I say holding back my ponderings. Like I said before, it's not as if he's even remotely interested in my feelings.
After minutes passing of uncomfortable silence, I decided to ask my yami a discreet question in hopes to see if my yami had any feelings whatsoever towards me. I hoped that I wouldn't be left disappointed.
"Yami?"
"What is it?" he growled.
I held my breath as I let six simple words exit my mouth, "Yami, do you think I'm attractive?"
Silence.
I opened my eyes and looked up at my yami to see what he was thinking. I was met with an amused smile as my eyes met his. Before I could comment, Bakura broke into painful laughter as if he couldn't catch his breath. As I stared at him with pained eyes, he began to settle down until all laughter ceased and he stared into my eyes. "Fuck, you were being serious, weren't you?"
My heartbeat.
It's getting faster.
"Yes." I can feel my face turning red.
"What are you, high or something? Of course you're not pretty! You're a guy! You'll never be pretty, Ryou! You damn pansy!" As Bakura began to laugh again at his cruel remarks, I silently excused myself from the table and made my way upstairs. Grabbing my homework folder and a pencil, I ran back downstairs and out the front door. The last thing I heard before I shut it behind me was Bakura shouting, "Yeah, go ahead and run out crying, you little whore!"
It was then that I realized that I was crying, and it didn't seem like I was going to stop soon. My dreams were crushed, and I wished nothing more than to be the perfect person that Bakura could love and cherish, just as I loved and cherished him. My running brought me to the park, and in my blind depression, I accidentally ran into someone, dropping my folder, and papers spread out everywhere.
"I'm so sorry!" I sobbed to whoever I had run into as I desperately tried to collect all of my homework pages. The person said nothing, but instead stooped down to help me. "Bakura?" the stranger inquired, as he handed me a stack of math. "No, I prefer Ryou," I sniffed to this mystery person who seemed to know my name.
I lifted my head only to gaze into the sharp cerulean eyes of Seto Kaiba. A fresh batch of tears welled in my eyes and began to slide down my face before I could stop myself. "Baku—I mean, Ryou, what's the matter?"
I tried to think of the best excuse I could without having to tell the truth. No one needed to know of my business and personal feelings for my yami.
"It's these damn maths!" I sobbed, "They're too hard!"
I felt a gentle hand and a delicate finger lift my chin to face the multi- billionaire once again and I felt my breath catch in my throat. "Somehow," Kaiba started, "I'm led to believe that math is the least of your worries right now."
That said, I broke down completely in front of a young man that I barely know outside of school and the general public, and allowed him to wrap his arms around me as I sobbed away all of my frustrations for a little while.
To Be Continued...
Next Chapter: "Would You Like For Me to Kiss You?"