Aiya! The torture of Anzu! I feel so sorry for Bakura!
Bakura: But it's your story!
I know! Hail me! The maniac!
Chapter 3
"He was probably just fooling around, just having fun!" Ryou paced about as if someone had been murdered. "But did he have to look in my sketch book? What a jerk he is!"He snarled at himself, near driving a hole in the carpet. "The guy is a total creep! From what I've told you what do you think?" He stared at the other being in the room. His hamster tilted it's head to the side and made the slightest squeak as it scratched it's tan fur. Ryou snorted and muttered, "Well you are no help!" He walked closer to the creature and lay stomach down as he watched his little pet eat. "I can't stay mad at you! You're just a little hamster! Look at me I'm talking to a hamster while my mother is out. Sorry Kohaku, I—ouch!" Ryou winced as he felt a jolt to his side and bolted to his feet. He stared down at the cut that had arisen as he lifted his white button shirt. The blood had already started to seep down to the base of his hip. The cut was more than that, it was a gash. He looked at the ground where he saw the rock tainted in his probably now infected blood. He groaned in pain as he looked outside the window. There she was the perpetrator. Whoever it was she was extremely intent on hurting him. The rock had an extremely sharp edge. It hurt so much he couldn't feel anything else, the searing pain as if something was burning his side. He held his hand over the damage but it hadn't stopped.
Muttering, he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. He grabbed a bandage roll and wrapped some around his waist wincing from time to time. He looked out the window almost sure that someone was watching him. Not a soul was out there. He let it go but he just couldn't put his finger on it. Why would someone throw a rock at him through the window? Most likely he hadn't done anything wrong. He had always kept to himself most of the time. He tended to talk to his friends every now and then just for kicks when he was bored. He never wronged anyone. The ringing of the bell had startled him and he jogged to the phone after tripping down the staircase and picked it up.
"Moshi-Moshi R--" Ryou was abruptly interrupted by woman on the other line.
"I know exactly where you live! Stay away from everyone you know or you're done for!" The woman had snapped.
"Anzu?" The girl on the other line burst out laughing.
"I hope you enjoyed my little gift! You're never going to hear the end of it! A boy, beaten on the side by me! What a classic!" Anzu cackled. Ryou made a motion of retching.
"Well I hope you're satisfied!" He slammed the phone down and growled in utter anger, knocking down a vase he made as a child. The hollow room carried the howl up the stairs and out the window. These days nothing was going right for him, after all that has happened Anzu had to come and ruin it all! He had finally snapped after all, he did have 36 accidents. He fell on his face skiing in January, in the Valentines Day dance his foot was stepped on 19 times! He biked into a post, fell off a scooter, fell on his face in a marble floor elevator, when bungee jumping he got his head slamming into the cement of the bridge he was jumping off, you get the point. This was all the same year.
The shattering of glass echoed almost melodically. He kneeled down, screaming, on his knees. He began to cry he just couldn't take it. This was completely unfair. All he ever wanted was a life with nothing to worry about. At least a more lucky life.
A knock on the door echoed along with shattering.
"Hey! Is anyone in there? Are you alright?" Ryou instantly recognized the voice in the matter of a heartbeat. Bakura was knocking and there was nothing he could do about it.
"G-go away!" He sobbed. His mind was no longer in control. He was just spitting everything out that he wanted to say. "Go to hell you stupid jerk!"
"I'm sorry! I never meant to hurt you! I was just teasing! I-I liked your art! What was it describing?" What Bakura had seen in there was obviously precious and private to Ryou. He had begun to sob more that ever. He slapped his forehead. "Bad move slim!" He muttered to himself.
"Those were mine! You had absolutely no right! Those are my feelings in there! You can't just look at it!"
"I'm sorry! Geese I never thought of it that way." Bakura yelled through the door.
"Just go away! I don't want to talk to you!" Bakura felt a jolt. Something he never felt before. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Ryou, open the door. Please?" Bakura whispered gently. The sound carried through the hollow corridors so Ryou was able to hear it completely audible. Ryou's sobs became quiet, and he could hear the echo of footsteps. The door creaked open and Ryou's top bare figure, with bandage wrapped around his waist came.
"It's not fair. Why did you do it?" It was for a fact obvious that his art was extremely personal. Bakura put his head down in shame, feeling sorry for him, and himself.
"I'm sorry, I never realized how personal they were to you. I never would have done it if I knew. Is this making any sense to you?" Ryou nodded slightly. "I'm sorry." Ryou stared for a moment, and collapsed into Bakura's arms. "Uh!" He gasped holding on tight as he stroked the other's long hair. "Thanks for understanding Ryou. I really appreciate it." He whispered as he lifted the other up and carried him back into the younger one's home. "I'm a stupid moron." He laughed whole-hearted.
TBC
Bakura: Wow you're a fast one!
Well I owed them one for forgetting to submit the last one for a long period of time! Sorry folks!
Ryou: So you gonna slap me or what?
Bakura: OKAY WHO TOLD!
Whistles
Bakura: But it's your story!
I know! Hail me! The maniac!
Chapter 3
"He was probably just fooling around, just having fun!" Ryou paced about as if someone had been murdered. "But did he have to look in my sketch book? What a jerk he is!"He snarled at himself, near driving a hole in the carpet. "The guy is a total creep! From what I've told you what do you think?" He stared at the other being in the room. His hamster tilted it's head to the side and made the slightest squeak as it scratched it's tan fur. Ryou snorted and muttered, "Well you are no help!" He walked closer to the creature and lay stomach down as he watched his little pet eat. "I can't stay mad at you! You're just a little hamster! Look at me I'm talking to a hamster while my mother is out. Sorry Kohaku, I—ouch!" Ryou winced as he felt a jolt to his side and bolted to his feet. He stared down at the cut that had arisen as he lifted his white button shirt. The blood had already started to seep down to the base of his hip. The cut was more than that, it was a gash. He looked at the ground where he saw the rock tainted in his probably now infected blood. He groaned in pain as he looked outside the window. There she was the perpetrator. Whoever it was she was extremely intent on hurting him. The rock had an extremely sharp edge. It hurt so much he couldn't feel anything else, the searing pain as if something was burning his side. He held his hand over the damage but it hadn't stopped.
Muttering, he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. He grabbed a bandage roll and wrapped some around his waist wincing from time to time. He looked out the window almost sure that someone was watching him. Not a soul was out there. He let it go but he just couldn't put his finger on it. Why would someone throw a rock at him through the window? Most likely he hadn't done anything wrong. He had always kept to himself most of the time. He tended to talk to his friends every now and then just for kicks when he was bored. He never wronged anyone. The ringing of the bell had startled him and he jogged to the phone after tripping down the staircase and picked it up.
"Moshi-Moshi R--" Ryou was abruptly interrupted by woman on the other line.
"I know exactly where you live! Stay away from everyone you know or you're done for!" The woman had snapped.
"Anzu?" The girl on the other line burst out laughing.
"I hope you enjoyed my little gift! You're never going to hear the end of it! A boy, beaten on the side by me! What a classic!" Anzu cackled. Ryou made a motion of retching.
"Well I hope you're satisfied!" He slammed the phone down and growled in utter anger, knocking down a vase he made as a child. The hollow room carried the howl up the stairs and out the window. These days nothing was going right for him, after all that has happened Anzu had to come and ruin it all! He had finally snapped after all, he did have 36 accidents. He fell on his face skiing in January, in the Valentines Day dance his foot was stepped on 19 times! He biked into a post, fell off a scooter, fell on his face in a marble floor elevator, when bungee jumping he got his head slamming into the cement of the bridge he was jumping off, you get the point. This was all the same year.
The shattering of glass echoed almost melodically. He kneeled down, screaming, on his knees. He began to cry he just couldn't take it. This was completely unfair. All he ever wanted was a life with nothing to worry about. At least a more lucky life.
A knock on the door echoed along with shattering.
"Hey! Is anyone in there? Are you alright?" Ryou instantly recognized the voice in the matter of a heartbeat. Bakura was knocking and there was nothing he could do about it.
"G-go away!" He sobbed. His mind was no longer in control. He was just spitting everything out that he wanted to say. "Go to hell you stupid jerk!"
"I'm sorry! I never meant to hurt you! I was just teasing! I-I liked your art! What was it describing?" What Bakura had seen in there was obviously precious and private to Ryou. He had begun to sob more that ever. He slapped his forehead. "Bad move slim!" He muttered to himself.
"Those were mine! You had absolutely no right! Those are my feelings in there! You can't just look at it!"
"I'm sorry! Geese I never thought of it that way." Bakura yelled through the door.
"Just go away! I don't want to talk to you!" Bakura felt a jolt. Something he never felt before. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Ryou, open the door. Please?" Bakura whispered gently. The sound carried through the hollow corridors so Ryou was able to hear it completely audible. Ryou's sobs became quiet, and he could hear the echo of footsteps. The door creaked open and Ryou's top bare figure, with bandage wrapped around his waist came.
"It's not fair. Why did you do it?" It was for a fact obvious that his art was extremely personal. Bakura put his head down in shame, feeling sorry for him, and himself.
"I'm sorry, I never realized how personal they were to you. I never would have done it if I knew. Is this making any sense to you?" Ryou nodded slightly. "I'm sorry." Ryou stared for a moment, and collapsed into Bakura's arms. "Uh!" He gasped holding on tight as he stroked the other's long hair. "Thanks for understanding Ryou. I really appreciate it." He whispered as he lifted the other up and carried him back into the younger one's home. "I'm a stupid moron." He laughed whole-hearted.
TBC
Bakura: Wow you're a fast one!
Well I owed them one for forgetting to submit the last one for a long period of time! Sorry folks!
Ryou: So you gonna slap me or what?
Bakura: OKAY WHO TOLD!
Whistles