Hentai Ryou

By Vada via cretino

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, Kazuki Takahashi does. Even though I have quite a bit of money left I refuse to share it with anybody.

Warnings: Yaoi. My weird 'sense of humour'. Perverted and sarcastic Ryou. Swearing.

I'm back! Yay! France was great. Even though visiting lots of cemeteries and trenches in the scorching heat wasn't something I would consider 'fun', everything else was great.

Thanks for all your reviews, but because I'm lazy and I have a lot of reviews – over 100!! – it's getting hard to answer to all of them. But thank you, I really appreciate all your comments!

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Chapter 6 – Enter Demonic Duo

I ran downstairs in a panic and Bakura followed, though it was harder for him because he couldn't stop laughing.

What will Malik say if he reads what I put? I don't have a crush on him anymore but I was totally smitten with him about a year ago.

I gulped. What will Marik say if he reads it? He'll kill me, surely. And I mean that in a literal sense.

According to Malik he's changed. He only told me the gist of what happened. Marik somehow got back from the Shadow Realm and didn't want to kill anyone anymore. Apparently. Something drastic happened to him in the time he was there that caused him to change. Apparently.

I've heard he still sends the random person to the Shadow Realm now and again, though.

…So what makes Malik think he won't try and kill me?

I haven't seen Marik since Battle City. Malik thought it was best if he stayed out of everyone's way until we got over the whole incident.

Truth be told, though I'm fine around Malik now, the thought of Marik terrifies me.

//That was almost two years ago. Get over it.//

I wish I could. But I guess I'm just a coward at heart. I managed to forgive Bakura and Malik, so forgiving Marik shouldn't be too hard, should it?

…Who am I kidding?

I skidded to a stop at the front door; almost slamming straight into it due to the speed I was running. I opened the door quickly, to find Malik and Marik standing there. I squeaked and jumped backwards in fright, colliding into Bakura.

Well I didn't know it was Bakura, did I? So I – being the oh so brave person that I am – screamed.

A hand covered my mouth and I was just about to bite down on it, when…

//Baka, shut up! Are you trying to deafen us?!//

Oh. Yeah. Bakura.

I laughed nervously and bit down on Bakura's hand anyway - revenge purposes - causing him to yelp in pain and move his hand.

//That's twice you've bitten me. You're going to pay for that.//

I discretely stepped away from Bakura and looked over to Malik and Marik and found Malik doubled over in laughter. Marik, though, was just staring at me.

Creepy.

For some reason I couldn't move my eyes from Marik. Ra knows I wanted to. I just couldn't.

His eyes were different. Before they had a crazed, demonic look in them. They were so dark they were almost black. But now they were the exact colour of Malik's. Though he didn't exactly look sane.

During Battle City he almost constantly wore an arrogant smirk, like he knew something we didn't. Now, though, he was just staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face. He looked innocent enough. But I'm no fool. He's Yami no Malik. There's no way in hell he's innocent.

Despite that, he looked almost identical to how I remember him looking. Except now…he – well he looked extremely hot.

I managed to tear my eyes away from Marik to glance at Bakura. He was staring at Marik. Only he looked somewhat pissed off.

Odd.

I looked towards Malik. He seemed to have composed himself and was staring at me, too. Now I was starting to get extremely paranoid. Was it Stare At Ryou Day or something?

I backed away from the demonic duo and gulped.

Marik grinned and turned to Malik.

"Extremely nervous, isn't he?"

I frowned. I had every reason to be nervous.

Both blondes got far away looks in their eyes and I realized they were talking through their link. I looked over to Bakura to find him still staring at Marik. He looked slightly worried as well as angry now, though.

Marik nodded and slowly ran his tongue over his upper teeth in quite a – dear Ra I can't believe I'm thinking this – seductive manner. My eyes widened and I continued to back away.

What were they planning? It was extremely unnerving, whatever it was.

I then remembered that Malik had my diary and I squeaked in alarm. Malik raised an eyebrow and followed where I was looking. He seemed to remember the diary was there and grinned. Malik walked over to me and held out my diary.

I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He was just going to give me it? This wasn't the Malik I knew. Something was definitely going on.

I reached out and grabbed my diary from Malik, clutching it to my chest.

Maybe Malik was being nice and just decided to give me my diary out of, uh, niceness?

Malik grinned. "It's alright, Ryou. I had a crush on you as well."

My jaw dropped open in shock. "Wh- what? You read my diary?!"

Malik looked at me in what he must have thought was an innocent look.

"Well it was just lying there on the pavement. Who wouldn't read it?"

I just stared at him, wide-eyed and I could just feel the heat of the blush. Malik might as well have just thrown red paint all over my face. No one would have been able to tell the difference.

I looked over to Marik to find him still staring at me. He didn't seem pissed off, especially of the idea of me having a crush on his hikari and boyfriend. Not to mention the fact Malik said he had a crush on me as well. That was unexpected.

No, he wasn't pissed off at all.

He was just… staring.

And I think I was staring back.

Bakura growled and all attention turned to him. He seemed un-phased by it and folded his arms across his chest.

"What the hell are you two doing here?"

Marik smiled, flashing his sharp canines. I shuddered. "To see Ry–" Malik elbowed him in the ribs.

"To see you two, of course." Malik corrected, smiling sweetly at Bakura.

I raised a sceptical eyebrow as Marik rubbed his ribs, casting a scowl at Malik.

"Right, Marik?"

Marik continued to scowl but nodded anyway.

"Well go away." Bakura growled, glaring at them both.

"Bakura!" I scolded, "That's no way to talk to people." I turned to Marik and Malik and smiled wearily. "You can stay if you want."

I just know I'm going to regret this. And by the look on Bakura's face he's going to make me regret this.

Malik nodded and clapped his hands gleefully. The last time he did that half the school was burned down.

I motioned for the demonic duo to follow me and walked into the kitchen.

I noticed Bakura enter as well, obviously not trusting Malik and Marik enough to leave them alone with me. Why do people lean against walls anyway? There are perfectly good chairs in here.

I sat down at the table and eyed the blondes as they joined me. "So why are you here?"

Malik and Marik shared knowing looks before turning to me and grinning in that extremely sexy-yet-terrifying way.

"We have a proposition to make."

//Don't be getting any ideas.//

I blinked. /What are you talking about?/

//Don't play innocent with me. I don't want you associating in any activities with those two.// Bakura growled.

What was he talking about? Activities? I don't…oh. Oh.

/You pervert! Why would I want to do that?/

//And I quote, "Sometimes while I'm talking to him I start to daydream. About us. You know…doing things. I feel as though I could just pin him down and –"

/Yami!/ I cried, horrified, /Just how much of my diary have you read?!/

I could feel the mental smirk through our link. //Enough.//

Oh no. What the hell did that mean?

A tanned hand waved in front of my face and I jumped, almost falling off my chair. Marik snickered while Malik raised an eyebrow.

"What were you and Bakura discussing?"

I looked over at Bakura and scowled. "Nothing."

Malik shrugged. "Anyway, as I was saying, Marik and I have a proposition to make."

Marik opened his mouth as if he were going to say something, but turned to Bakura and smirked. "We'd appreciate it if you weren't here."

I could feel the anger rising through our link, but outwardly Bakura appeared calm. I couldn't help but feel satisfaction. My Yami hated being kept in the dark. He liked to be in control of situations.

"And why the hell not?"

Marik turned back to me and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. I flinched and moved back in my chair, but he either didn't notice or didn't care. "Because our proposition is to do with Ryou, and Ryou only."

Malik smirked and nodded.

But it seemed as though Bakura had other plans.

"I don't give a shit. Either leave or discuss it with me here."

I pouted. "But Yami, they just got here! Besides, I want to know what they're going to ask."

Bakura glared at me. "You can find out what they're going to ask. But I'm going to find out as well."

I can not believe this. Why does he have to be such a stubborn asshole? Just because he's my Yami, it does not mean he can rule over me.

I sighed and looked at the demonic duo apologetically. Both seemed un-phased and winked at me.

I sensed Bakura's curiosity through our link, well he wasn't the only confused one.

Malik got up and left the kitchen, but Marik leaned further forward and whispered in my ear. "Our work here is done. Don't worry, we can talk to you about this another time."

I just sat, dazed, and watched Marik walk out of the kitchen and to the front door where Malik was waiting.

"You're right. He does look a lot better with those clothes on. Too bad Bakura had to spoil our fun. Maybe we can –" I couldn't hear anymore as the front door closed.

I'm not sure whether that was Malik or Marik, but I blushed all the same.

"What did that deranged Yami say to you?" Bakura growled, as he advanced on me.

I looked at him and tilted my head thoughtfully. "I don't think you're supposed to know."

"Ryou…" he said warningly.

"Well you're not. I don't see why I have to tell you." I sniffled dramatically. "You're so mean to me. It's because of you they had to leave."

Bakura's expression softened slightly, but I could still feel a really strong emotion I couldn't decipher. Jealousy? Anger?

"It's for your own safety Ryou. Who knows what they could have done to you?"

My mouth was trying really hard to break into a smile, but I forbade it. I was trying to be angry and upset with him. He just had to go all protective, caring Yami on me, didn't he?

I sighed. "It doesn't really matter what he said. I don't even know what he meant. Why do you care anyway?"

It seemed he wasn't expecting that question and stopped in his tracks. "Uh…"

Aha! I had him now. I got up and stood in front of him – diary forgotten and on the table – determined.  

"I mean," I continued, "you seem threatened by their presence for Ra knows why, you kick them out for wanting to tell me something, yet you give no justified reason for doing so."

I was trying hard not to smirk. Instead I widened my eyes slightly and looked up at him from under my lashes. "Why?"

"I, uh…well…" Bakura stammered, his cheeks slightly pink.

Sometimes being cute and girly has its advantages. But I was starting to get slightly impatient.

"Bakura," I said softly, "It's not that hard of a question."

I hope I managed to keep the irritation out of my voice, but he's just stood there like a fish out of water and I want an answer, dammit.

"I care, all right?" Bakura snapped.

No it's not all right. What kind of answer was that? Of course he cares. He's my Yami. He may be a homicidal maniac, but I already knew that he at least likes me. That was not what I wanted to hear.

Deciding to drop it, I sighed and shook my head, walking passed Bakura and to the fridge. I opened it and crouched down, searching for something to eat.

/Yami? Would you like something to eat or aren't you hungry?/

Hmm, there's nothing in the fridge and I'm not going outside, so looks like it's ordered pizza.

I then noticed that Bakura hadn't responded.

/Yami?/

Silence.

Annoyed, I turned to where Bakura was previously standing…only to find he wasn't there. I blinked, then shrugged and shut the fridge door.

I turned around to come face to face with Bakura. Literally. I gasped and jumped backwards, bumping into the fridge.

"Yami! You scared me!" I cried, putting a hand to my racing heart.

Bakura just stared at me, his dark eyes strangely intense behind silver bangs. He took a step forward.

"Y-yami..?"

I tried to retreat but the damned fridge was in the way. There's no way out. What the hell is he doing?

Bakura took another step towards me and he was now very close. Too close. I could feel his warm breath on my face. I can't help but wonder what's going through his mind, but he's blocked the link.

Bakura reached his hand out cupped my face. He gently slid his thumb down my cheek and left it hovering at my lips for a second. Bakura slowly dipped his head towards mine and I closed my eyes.

Dear Ra, I think he's going to kiss me!

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Muahaha! I think I'll leave it there! ^_^ Gomen, it took me longer to write this than I thought it would. What were Marik and Malik planning, I wonder? *Smirk* Don't worry, it's all for Bakura and Ryou's welfare. Hmm, Bakura seemed to get a teensy bit jealous when they showed interest in Ryou. *Cackles* Ah, the spiteful, bitter Bakura we know and love! Except to Ryou, of course.

Well, what do you think? Review, onegai! Ja ne. ^_~