Author's Note
Yep, it's me again! Normally this is where the girls and I would hold some mindless banter in an attempt to make you crack a smile, but they're off sulking because of ff.net's new rule. Yep, now we're not allowed to use dialogue format even in our author's notes. If any administrators are reading, I'd like to point out that I feel this is really overstepping the line. I'm sure I'm not alone in this sentiment. Just to let you know. *coughtakethehintcough*
But I know you don't want to hear me whine. So while Sands gathers dust on my hard drive, you'll get to read this new fic. Yes, there is shonen ai/yaoi. Anyone who has a problem with that may leave now. Thank you, and enjoy the fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. That includes Yu-Gi-Oh! and the teensy little mentionings of Fruits Basket and Redwall in this chapter. If I did, we'd see a lot more of Ryou and Malik, and Dark Necrofear would have her doll back.
"Come on, please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
It was a hot summer day, and that meant two teenage boys, one with golden hair and lavender eyes and the other with silver hair and chocolate eyes were spending time in the latter's apartment, trying to come up with plans that involved either air conditioning or cold water. Most of these plans had already been shot down by the saner of the two, mostly for the sake of public safety. That didn't stop his boyfriend from coming up with new ideas, however.
"Pretty please with sugar and whipped cream and cherries and--"
"Malik, for the last time, I am not taking you to the planetarium! You already got us banned from the arcade, remember?"
"But that was because those girls wouldn't leave us alone! Come on Ryou, you said you wanted us to go out on more dates, right?" Malik purred innocently, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's slim waist. The Egyptian smirked, already detecting Ryou's hesitation. "We'll learn about the stars, all cozy and cuddly in the dark room..." he began, kissing Ryou's cheek.
"Well..." Ryou murmured, blushing as Malik moved to kiss a trail down his neck.
"By the time we get out, it'll be time for the real stars to shine. We'll curl up beneath a tree, point out the constellations and look for shooting stars. It'll be romantic and harmless, right?" the blonde coaxed, by now also massaging Ryou's shoulder. "Please?" he asked, blinking at Ryou with wide, innocent lavender eyes.
Ryou sighed and pouted. "Malik, that's not fair! You know I can't say no when you look at me like that!" he protested, looking indignant.
Malik laughed, pressing a kiss on Ryou's lips. "But that's why I do it, silly!" he teased. Ryou stuck his tongue out in retaliation. Malik's attempt to put the pink muscle to better use was interrupted by the incessant ringing of the telephone in the kitchen. Ryou slowly pushed himself out of Malik's arms and went to answer it, leaning against the counter as he picked up the receiver.
"Moshi moshi." Ryou said cheerfully while Malik plopped down on a chair nearby, listening boredly. He wanted to get back to luring Ryou into a make out session, damn it! The blonde blinked as Ryou's expression suddenly changed to shocked horror. "No... Is he—I see..." Ryou murmured, pausing as he listened to the person on the other end. Malik opened his mouth to speak, only to be silenced by Ryou waving a hand in front of his face. "Yes, I understand. Mm-hmm, I'll wait for his call. Thank you for calling. Good bye." Ryou said softly before setting the phone back in its cradle.
"Ryou... Is something wrong?" Malik asked, wrapping his arms around the subdued boy's waist and pulling him close.
"It's my father. He was working on excavating a temple in Greece." Ryou started before swallowing, "He's been in an accident. One of the statues collapsed and he was in its path. He'll live, but his leg was broken in two places."
"Ouch." Malik muttered. Ryou glared at him.
"This is serious! He'll have to be sent home from the excavation, and... Oh, great." Ryou slapped his forehead. "And he'll probably want to know who you are. I haven't exactly told him yet that I'm gay."
"Okay, we've been together for four months now. You've probably known you were gay for the past year or so, right?" Malik asked, fighting back a laugh.
"Yes..."
"And you never once found a good time to tell him, 'Oh, by the way, I'm dating another boy. He's blonde, psychotic, a cleaning freak, and gives great he--"
"Malik!" Ryou exclaimed, blushing madly.
"I'm only kidding. I know how much you want your dad to accept you. But if he doesn't, you've got me, remember." Malik murmured gently, hugging the smaller boy close. A small, tremulous smile flitted across Ryou's lips.
"I know. It's just that he's family... And I know certain—mmph!" Ryou squeaked as Malik spun him around and placed a firm kiss on his lips. The blonde pulled away, placing a slender finger on Ryou's lips to keep him from speaking.
"Don't worry. It's gonna be all right." Malik promised, kissing Ryou's forehead.
"I don't know..." Ryou murmured. Malik had to fight back a laugh at how adorable and vulnerable his boyfriend looked just then.
"Have I ever steered you wrong before?"
"Well, there was the whole Battle Cit--"
"Never mind." Malik sighed, still holding Ryou in his arms. "You know what I mean, right?"
"Yeah. Thanks, Malik." Ryou said, smiling hopefully.
"Anytime, love." Malik responded, moving in to kiss Ryou again. This attempt was also interrupted by the ringing phone.
"Oh yeah, they said my father would give me a call as soon as he could." Ryou murmured sheepishly as he disentangled himself and went to pick up the phone. Malik pouted and leaned against the counter as the pale boy began talking happily to his father, the idea of telling him he was gay having been completely blown out of his mind.
About ten minutes or so later, Ryou hung up and sighed softly. "He'll be flying home as soon as they let him out of the hospital, so he'll probably be here in two or three days. That gives me some time to come up with a decent explanation."
Malik frowned. "Ryou, you're attracted to other boys. There's no need to explain anything," he pointed out. Ryou blushed in embarrassment at the reason of the blonde's statement.
"Good point." Ryou conceded, crossing his arms over his chest and absently rubbing the scar on his left arm. Once again, Malik pulled the boy into his arms, nuzzling and coaxing him into relaxing.
"Keep talking like that, okay? It's rare that I'm right about this sort of thing." he teased before getting an almost feral glint in his eyes, the kind that often frightened his more timid peers. Ryou, having been the recipient of that look several times in the past, was instantly worried.
"Malik? Why are you—yeek!" Ryou yelped as Malik pulled him to the ground and proceeded to take his boyfriend's mind off the idea of his father coming home.
~~~
"Flight 106, flight 106, where is it..." Ryou murmured under his breath as he scanned the screen that displayed the times and gates pertaining to the arriving flights. Malik leaned on Ryou's shoulder, boredly looking around the crowded airport.
"Ryou, why'd you drag me along?" he whined with an overdramatic sigh, "I never said I wanted to meet your dad!"
"One, I needed a ride and I was sick of getting leered at on the bus. Two, Dad's still on crutches, so now might be a good time to introduce you. Come on, every boyfriend has to meet the father sooner or later..." Ryou explained, having found the gate number and pulling the blonde along with him down the long corridor.
"But all boyfriends dread meeting the father! So why make me?" Malik whimpered before perking up as they passed a bookstore outlet. The Egyptian gripped Ryou's wrist to stop him so he could get a better look. "Ooh, whazzat?" he asked, already getting a hyperactive, insane tone to his voice. Ryou rolled his eyes.
"It's a bookstore, Malik. Much like the one in town. Now can we please move on? We need to meet Dad at the gate when his plane arrives..."
"That's not for another fifteen minutes. We've got time to kill." Malik interrupted, already pulling Ryou along with him toward the shop. "Come on, please?" he added, despite the fact that his mind was pretty much already made up.
Ryou sighed and gave in, causing Malik to cheer, kiss him on the cheek, and pull the boy into the store. The silver-haired boy stood by and idly flipped through a gamer's magazine while Malik wandered through the store, inspecting the various paperbacks on the shelves. Eventually the blonde picked up a book with a robed mouse holding a sword in front of a tapestry. "Redwall... Eh, might as well." he muttered, taking it to the cash register.
The girl in charge of it, a short brunette with messy hair, was more or less Malik's age, and was currently occupied with a manga. It took three attempts to get her attention, and the final attempt involved literally yanking the book out of her hands. The girl blinked in shock before getting an irritated look on her face as she reached for the stolen manga.
"Give that back!"
"Maybe I shouldn't. You know you really should be focusing on the customers, not on," Malik glanced at the page he had held open, "...not on pretty boys in drag." A quick glance at the cover told him the pretty boy in question had silver hair, much like Ryou's. That led to certain mental images of Ryou in a dress, which led to images of Ryou slowly removing said dress... "Mmm..." Malik purred softly. Ryou sighed and walked over, plucking the manga from Malik's hands and returning it to the shop girl.
"Malik, behave." Ryou hissed before apologizing to the female. The brunette blushed slightly before getting a smile that made Malik twitch.
"Thanks. So, what brings you around here?" she asked with WAY too much interest, in Malik's opinion. The blonde twitched and retrieved the Sennen Rod from his side pocket before thrusting it into the startled girl's face.
"I suggest you back off now, or risk spending an eternity in the—hey!" Malik pouted as Ryou lightly smacked him in the back of the head and gave him a "play nice or you're not having any fun for a month" look. The blonde rolled his eyes and plopped his book on the counter. "Just hurry up." he muttered darkly.
The girl gulped and quickly scanned the barcode, glancing at the register. "Erm, that comes to 700 yen." she murmured softly, avoiding Malik's gaze. (A/N: The price was estimated based on the yen-to-dollar value shown in the May 2004 issue of Shonen Jump.)
"Sorry about that." Ryou apologized, "My boyfriend's a bit overzealous."
The girl paled. "B-Boyfriend?" she asked, the smile slipping from her lips.
"Yes, boyfriend." Ryou repeated, bracing himself for the standard "Ewww! That's so gross!" speech.
"Aw, how cute!" the girl squealed, handing Malik the book and receipt in exchange for his money. The blonde rolled his eyes and quickly left, turning and walking down the corridor. Ryou chased after him soon after.
"Nice try, Malik! The gate's the other way!" he yelled, catching the protesting boy by the elbow and dragging him in the correct direction.
The girl sighed, propping her chin up with her hand. "Why do all the cute ones have to be gay?" she moaned before going back to her manga.
Five minutes later, both boys were sitting uncomfortably in the hard plastic seats provided by the airport. Ryou kept looking out the window every few moments while Malik read from his new book. After a few more minutes passed and still no plane arrived, Ryou started to fidget. Malik tried to focus on the book, but eventually the constant movement from the corner of his eye proved to be too much.
"Would you stop that?" he growled, slamming the book shut.
"I can't help it!" Ryou moaned, "This waiting is driving me crazy! I keep thinking he's going to hate you, or he won't let us see each other, or he'll be disgusted, or—mmph!" Malik had his lips firmly pressed to Ryou's and was gently stroking the boy's cheek to distract him. The plan worked, and soon Ryou was kissing the Egyptian back, sighing softly and parting his lips to let Malik's tongue slide in.
Ryou moaned softly and ran a hand down Malik's arm as the kiss grew hotter, paying no attention to the stares of the other people in the lounge. In fact, it wasn't until a startled gasp and the thud of a bag hitting the ground hitting Ryou's ears did the boy pull away.
Bakura Yohmei, supported by a set of crutches, stood behind the youth, looking shocked and more than just a little bit perturbed. A thick white cast binding his right leg testified to his injury. Ryou blushed and smiled nervously.
"Um... H-Hi, Dad! E-Enjoy your flight?"
Author's Notes
Mwahahaha! Doesn't that always seem to be the way your parents find out about a relationship?
Judi here. We've figured out a way to all be able to get our two cents in, and that means taking turns with the Author's Notes. So that means next chapter Leanna and Rebecca will take care of things. We WILL beat the system! *evil laughter followed by a coughing fit* Ahem...
Anyway, this is only the tip of the iceberg for Ryou. In the next chapter, we're gonna meet some of Ryou's relatives, and it's not going to be pretty... Interested? Then keep an eye out for the next chapter!
Special thanks go out to Sakyu for agreeing to give this chapter a test reading!
And just for old time's sake...
Peace, love, and marshmallow bunnies!
Yep, it's me again! Normally this is where the girls and I would hold some mindless banter in an attempt to make you crack a smile, but they're off sulking because of ff.net's new rule. Yep, now we're not allowed to use dialogue format even in our author's notes. If any administrators are reading, I'd like to point out that I feel this is really overstepping the line. I'm sure I'm not alone in this sentiment. Just to let you know. *coughtakethehintcough*
But I know you don't want to hear me whine. So while Sands gathers dust on my hard drive, you'll get to read this new fic. Yes, there is shonen ai/yaoi. Anyone who has a problem with that may leave now. Thank you, and enjoy the fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. That includes Yu-Gi-Oh! and the teensy little mentionings of Fruits Basket and Redwall in this chapter. If I did, we'd see a lot more of Ryou and Malik, and Dark Necrofear would have her doll back.
"Come on, please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
It was a hot summer day, and that meant two teenage boys, one with golden hair and lavender eyes and the other with silver hair and chocolate eyes were spending time in the latter's apartment, trying to come up with plans that involved either air conditioning or cold water. Most of these plans had already been shot down by the saner of the two, mostly for the sake of public safety. That didn't stop his boyfriend from coming up with new ideas, however.
"Pretty please with sugar and whipped cream and cherries and--"
"Malik, for the last time, I am not taking you to the planetarium! You already got us banned from the arcade, remember?"
"But that was because those girls wouldn't leave us alone! Come on Ryou, you said you wanted us to go out on more dates, right?" Malik purred innocently, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's slim waist. The Egyptian smirked, already detecting Ryou's hesitation. "We'll learn about the stars, all cozy and cuddly in the dark room..." he began, kissing Ryou's cheek.
"Well..." Ryou murmured, blushing as Malik moved to kiss a trail down his neck.
"By the time we get out, it'll be time for the real stars to shine. We'll curl up beneath a tree, point out the constellations and look for shooting stars. It'll be romantic and harmless, right?" the blonde coaxed, by now also massaging Ryou's shoulder. "Please?" he asked, blinking at Ryou with wide, innocent lavender eyes.
Ryou sighed and pouted. "Malik, that's not fair! You know I can't say no when you look at me like that!" he protested, looking indignant.
Malik laughed, pressing a kiss on Ryou's lips. "But that's why I do it, silly!" he teased. Ryou stuck his tongue out in retaliation. Malik's attempt to put the pink muscle to better use was interrupted by the incessant ringing of the telephone in the kitchen. Ryou slowly pushed himself out of Malik's arms and went to answer it, leaning against the counter as he picked up the receiver.
"Moshi moshi." Ryou said cheerfully while Malik plopped down on a chair nearby, listening boredly. He wanted to get back to luring Ryou into a make out session, damn it! The blonde blinked as Ryou's expression suddenly changed to shocked horror. "No... Is he—I see..." Ryou murmured, pausing as he listened to the person on the other end. Malik opened his mouth to speak, only to be silenced by Ryou waving a hand in front of his face. "Yes, I understand. Mm-hmm, I'll wait for his call. Thank you for calling. Good bye." Ryou said softly before setting the phone back in its cradle.
"Ryou... Is something wrong?" Malik asked, wrapping his arms around the subdued boy's waist and pulling him close.
"It's my father. He was working on excavating a temple in Greece." Ryou started before swallowing, "He's been in an accident. One of the statues collapsed and he was in its path. He'll live, but his leg was broken in two places."
"Ouch." Malik muttered. Ryou glared at him.
"This is serious! He'll have to be sent home from the excavation, and... Oh, great." Ryou slapped his forehead. "And he'll probably want to know who you are. I haven't exactly told him yet that I'm gay."
"Okay, we've been together for four months now. You've probably known you were gay for the past year or so, right?" Malik asked, fighting back a laugh.
"Yes..."
"And you never once found a good time to tell him, 'Oh, by the way, I'm dating another boy. He's blonde, psychotic, a cleaning freak, and gives great he--"
"Malik!" Ryou exclaimed, blushing madly.
"I'm only kidding. I know how much you want your dad to accept you. But if he doesn't, you've got me, remember." Malik murmured gently, hugging the smaller boy close. A small, tremulous smile flitted across Ryou's lips.
"I know. It's just that he's family... And I know certain—mmph!" Ryou squeaked as Malik spun him around and placed a firm kiss on his lips. The blonde pulled away, placing a slender finger on Ryou's lips to keep him from speaking.
"Don't worry. It's gonna be all right." Malik promised, kissing Ryou's forehead.
"I don't know..." Ryou murmured. Malik had to fight back a laugh at how adorable and vulnerable his boyfriend looked just then.
"Have I ever steered you wrong before?"
"Well, there was the whole Battle Cit--"
"Never mind." Malik sighed, still holding Ryou in his arms. "You know what I mean, right?"
"Yeah. Thanks, Malik." Ryou said, smiling hopefully.
"Anytime, love." Malik responded, moving in to kiss Ryou again. This attempt was also interrupted by the ringing phone.
"Oh yeah, they said my father would give me a call as soon as he could." Ryou murmured sheepishly as he disentangled himself and went to pick up the phone. Malik pouted and leaned against the counter as the pale boy began talking happily to his father, the idea of telling him he was gay having been completely blown out of his mind.
About ten minutes or so later, Ryou hung up and sighed softly. "He'll be flying home as soon as they let him out of the hospital, so he'll probably be here in two or three days. That gives me some time to come up with a decent explanation."
Malik frowned. "Ryou, you're attracted to other boys. There's no need to explain anything," he pointed out. Ryou blushed in embarrassment at the reason of the blonde's statement.
"Good point." Ryou conceded, crossing his arms over his chest and absently rubbing the scar on his left arm. Once again, Malik pulled the boy into his arms, nuzzling and coaxing him into relaxing.
"Keep talking like that, okay? It's rare that I'm right about this sort of thing." he teased before getting an almost feral glint in his eyes, the kind that often frightened his more timid peers. Ryou, having been the recipient of that look several times in the past, was instantly worried.
"Malik? Why are you—yeek!" Ryou yelped as Malik pulled him to the ground and proceeded to take his boyfriend's mind off the idea of his father coming home.
~~~
"Flight 106, flight 106, where is it..." Ryou murmured under his breath as he scanned the screen that displayed the times and gates pertaining to the arriving flights. Malik leaned on Ryou's shoulder, boredly looking around the crowded airport.
"Ryou, why'd you drag me along?" he whined with an overdramatic sigh, "I never said I wanted to meet your dad!"
"One, I needed a ride and I was sick of getting leered at on the bus. Two, Dad's still on crutches, so now might be a good time to introduce you. Come on, every boyfriend has to meet the father sooner or later..." Ryou explained, having found the gate number and pulling the blonde along with him down the long corridor.
"But all boyfriends dread meeting the father! So why make me?" Malik whimpered before perking up as they passed a bookstore outlet. The Egyptian gripped Ryou's wrist to stop him so he could get a better look. "Ooh, whazzat?" he asked, already getting a hyperactive, insane tone to his voice. Ryou rolled his eyes.
"It's a bookstore, Malik. Much like the one in town. Now can we please move on? We need to meet Dad at the gate when his plane arrives..."
"That's not for another fifteen minutes. We've got time to kill." Malik interrupted, already pulling Ryou along with him toward the shop. "Come on, please?" he added, despite the fact that his mind was pretty much already made up.
Ryou sighed and gave in, causing Malik to cheer, kiss him on the cheek, and pull the boy into the store. The silver-haired boy stood by and idly flipped through a gamer's magazine while Malik wandered through the store, inspecting the various paperbacks on the shelves. Eventually the blonde picked up a book with a robed mouse holding a sword in front of a tapestry. "Redwall... Eh, might as well." he muttered, taking it to the cash register.
The girl in charge of it, a short brunette with messy hair, was more or less Malik's age, and was currently occupied with a manga. It took three attempts to get her attention, and the final attempt involved literally yanking the book out of her hands. The girl blinked in shock before getting an irritated look on her face as she reached for the stolen manga.
"Give that back!"
"Maybe I shouldn't. You know you really should be focusing on the customers, not on," Malik glanced at the page he had held open, "...not on pretty boys in drag." A quick glance at the cover told him the pretty boy in question had silver hair, much like Ryou's. That led to certain mental images of Ryou in a dress, which led to images of Ryou slowly removing said dress... "Mmm..." Malik purred softly. Ryou sighed and walked over, plucking the manga from Malik's hands and returning it to the shop girl.
"Malik, behave." Ryou hissed before apologizing to the female. The brunette blushed slightly before getting a smile that made Malik twitch.
"Thanks. So, what brings you around here?" she asked with WAY too much interest, in Malik's opinion. The blonde twitched and retrieved the Sennen Rod from his side pocket before thrusting it into the startled girl's face.
"I suggest you back off now, or risk spending an eternity in the—hey!" Malik pouted as Ryou lightly smacked him in the back of the head and gave him a "play nice or you're not having any fun for a month" look. The blonde rolled his eyes and plopped his book on the counter. "Just hurry up." he muttered darkly.
The girl gulped and quickly scanned the barcode, glancing at the register. "Erm, that comes to 700 yen." she murmured softly, avoiding Malik's gaze. (A/N: The price was estimated based on the yen-to-dollar value shown in the May 2004 issue of Shonen Jump.)
"Sorry about that." Ryou apologized, "My boyfriend's a bit overzealous."
The girl paled. "B-Boyfriend?" she asked, the smile slipping from her lips.
"Yes, boyfriend." Ryou repeated, bracing himself for the standard "Ewww! That's so gross!" speech.
"Aw, how cute!" the girl squealed, handing Malik the book and receipt in exchange for his money. The blonde rolled his eyes and quickly left, turning and walking down the corridor. Ryou chased after him soon after.
"Nice try, Malik! The gate's the other way!" he yelled, catching the protesting boy by the elbow and dragging him in the correct direction.
The girl sighed, propping her chin up with her hand. "Why do all the cute ones have to be gay?" she moaned before going back to her manga.
Five minutes later, both boys were sitting uncomfortably in the hard plastic seats provided by the airport. Ryou kept looking out the window every few moments while Malik read from his new book. After a few more minutes passed and still no plane arrived, Ryou started to fidget. Malik tried to focus on the book, but eventually the constant movement from the corner of his eye proved to be too much.
"Would you stop that?" he growled, slamming the book shut.
"I can't help it!" Ryou moaned, "This waiting is driving me crazy! I keep thinking he's going to hate you, or he won't let us see each other, or he'll be disgusted, or—mmph!" Malik had his lips firmly pressed to Ryou's and was gently stroking the boy's cheek to distract him. The plan worked, and soon Ryou was kissing the Egyptian back, sighing softly and parting his lips to let Malik's tongue slide in.
Ryou moaned softly and ran a hand down Malik's arm as the kiss grew hotter, paying no attention to the stares of the other people in the lounge. In fact, it wasn't until a startled gasp and the thud of a bag hitting the ground hitting Ryou's ears did the boy pull away.
Bakura Yohmei, supported by a set of crutches, stood behind the youth, looking shocked and more than just a little bit perturbed. A thick white cast binding his right leg testified to his injury. Ryou blushed and smiled nervously.
"Um... H-Hi, Dad! E-Enjoy your flight?"
Author's Notes
Mwahahaha! Doesn't that always seem to be the way your parents find out about a relationship?
Judi here. We've figured out a way to all be able to get our two cents in, and that means taking turns with the Author's Notes. So that means next chapter Leanna and Rebecca will take care of things. We WILL beat the system! *evil laughter followed by a coughing fit* Ahem...
Anyway, this is only the tip of the iceberg for Ryou. In the next chapter, we're gonna meet some of Ryou's relatives, and it's not going to be pretty... Interested? Then keep an eye out for the next chapter!
Special thanks go out to Sakyu for agreeing to give this chapter a test reading!
And just for old time's sake...
Peace, love, and marshmallow bunnies!
