Hentai Ryou

By Vada via cretino

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, Kazuki Takahashi does… etcetera, etcetera.

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

I hope this update was quicker than the last one. I got a sudden case of insomnia and I COULD NOT sleep. _ It was so annoying! So I stayed up all night drawing and writing this chapter in my little notebook thing since I was kicked off the computer at 2.30am. .;

I also got an idea for a new ficcie. Yay! But I'm not going to put it up. I've barely started it, not to mention a lot of others, but I have my other ficcies to complete first.

A message to Unica. I love your fan art for this ficcie! It's so cool! Arigatou! ^_____^ For anyone who hasn't seen it, the link's on my bio!

Once again, thanks to all your lovely reviews! You all rock! Whoo! ^^;

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Chapter 6 – Revenge

He's really going to kiss me!

…

Any minute now.

…

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I cracked an eye open in irritation. The other followed suit as I realized Bakura wasn't even standing in front of me anymore. He was lying in a heap on the floor.

He fainted?!

What the hell?!

I scowled at his unconscious form and crouched down. I watched his chest rise and fall slightly and huffed. So he wasn't dead. Good. It gave me the chance to kill him personally.

How could he just faint like that? Argh! I don't understand. He's a Yami. Yami's don't faint! …Do they?

/Yami!/

//…//

Nothing. I can't feel anything from him through the link and I know he hasn't blocked it.

A light bulb suddenly lit up in my head and I got to my feet.

The Ishtars! Now he's unconscious I can see what they wanted. Though it would have been much better if he had kissed me but oh well, what can you do?

Hmm, it's going to be hard for me to move him up to his room, brute strength not being one of my strong points. I doubt I'd even be able to lift him onto the couch in the living room.

I could easily drag him across the floor…but that might wake him up.

Maybe I'll just leave him there…?

"Need a hand?"

I jumped and stared wide-eyed at none other than Malik and Marik standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

Malik smirked as he and Marik took a step forward, looking down and regarding Bakura's unconscious form with an indifferent look, not seeming surprised in the least.

I'll kill them!

"What did you do?" I asked, surprising myself at how calm I sounded, considering I was trying to remember where Bakura kept his knife.

Marik and Malik blinked simultaneously before looking at each other questioningly and then back at me, both putting fingers to their chests.

Those two are really, really creepy together.

"Yes you! What the hell did you do to Bakura?!" This time my voice had risen slightly.

Marik just smirked while Malik rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well…we sedated him…" He said quietly.

"You WHAT?"

"We–"

"I know what you said!" I snapped. "How?! Why?!"

"Well when Marik was whispering to you, I managed to quickly prick him as I walked past. He was too busy glaring at the back of Marik's head to notice." He explained, smirking.

"But why? HE WAS GOING TO KISS ME YOU DAMNED EGYPTIAN IDIOT!"

"Because – wait a minute, you said you weren't interested in your Yami." He said in an accusing tone, narrowing his eyes.

"Don't change the subject!" I snapped, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. Damn my fair complexion. "Tell me why!"

"We knew he was going to kiss you." Marik said, grinning.

I blinked and drew my eyebrows together in confusion. "How did you know?"

Malik matched his Yami's grin and pulled something out of his pocket. My eyes widened as I realized what that something was.

"The Millennium Necklace!" I gasped.

Malik nodded, still grinning, before putting it back.

"You stole it from Isis?!"

"Nah. I prefer the terminology 'borrowed'. Stole makes us sound like common thieves." He said with an indignant snort. "Besides, she must have known we were going to borrow it, so she obviously doesn't mind."

Good point. That woman is freaky beyond words.

Wait, we're getting off track here! Bakura was going to kiss me…they knew…so they stopped it happening?!

My eyes must have narrowed or darkened or something because Malik hastily said:

"Wait! We had good intentions! I know that look in your eyes and it means bad and painful things for me."

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a huge headache coming on. "The last time you had 'good intentions' I was kept in a cell overnight for harassing an officer." I muttered darkly.

"Hey," he whined, "That was a low blow. You know I didn't mean for you to get the blame."

I glared at Malik, and then glanced down at Bakura who was lying on his side, sucking his thumb. I shuddered and turned away. I never want to see that again. It's just degrading for Bakura and totally wrong in every possible way.

"Let's go to the living room and discuss this civilly." Malik said, eyeing me as if I were going to leap for his throat any second.

Believe me, I was considering it.

I snorted to myself at the word civilly but followed them to the living room and sat at the armchair opposite the couch.

I glanced towards the kitchen. "What if Bakura wakes up?" I asked, feeling a pang of jealousy as Marik slid an arm around Malik's waist and Malik leaned in to his Yami.

"He'll be pissed." Marik stated matter-off-factly.

I rolled my eyes. I then remembered… "My diary! I left it in there with him!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening.

Malik wave a hand dismissively. "It's okay. He's read it already."

He's…read…it…already?

"WHAT?!"

Omigod Omigod Omigod Omigod Omigod Omigod Omigod Omigod Omigod Omigod Omigod Omigod Omigod!!!!

"Calm down, Ryou!" Malik hissed. "That's why we came to talk to you. That's why we stopped the kiss."

Marik nodded his head solemnly.

I felt a surge of anger hit me as I remembered the events of the past week, He had played with me, toyed with me, knowing damn well how I felt. He might not even feel the same way. He probably thinks it's fun to mess with my emotions and use my body.

My eyes widened as I remembered some of the more…x-rated…things I had written.

…All of it. He had read all of it. The only thing I could keep from him, the only privacy I ever got and he fucking read it!

"Ready for revenge?" Malik purred, his eyes gleaming in a mischief that was mirrored his Yami's eyes and I'm sure in my own as well.

Oh hell yes, I was definitely ready.

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Bakura moaned and stumbled into the living room where I was casually flicking through the T.V channels.

"What the fuck happened?" Bakura groaned, rubbing his head. "Why do I feel like shit?"

"I don't know, Yami." I answered simply, not sparing him a glance as I continued to flick through the usual T.V crap.

I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was frowning due to the irritation that flitted through our link.

"One minute I was – we were…and the next…" Bakura stammered, confusion and embarrassment lacing his words.

I really wish I could see his face now, I bet he's blushing. He's pretty when he blushes. His skin – no. Stop thinking like that. If he hears your thoughts you're done.

Though it's not like he hasn't read my thoughts before. I smirked slightly. Only now I could tell when he did it. Marik had taught me how to sense Bakura's presence in my mind. It's like a slight mental pull that –

"What are you smirking at?"

Uh oh.

"Oh, just what's on T.V." I said calmly, noticing that Bakura now sat next to me on the couch.

Bakura's eyebrows shot up as he looked at the T.V, then back at me, with the same incredulous expression on his handsome face.

"You think Elmo is something to smirk at?" He asked slowly.

"Hai," I answered, the same neutral expression on my face as I cringed inwardly at my stupidity.

I felt a small mental tug and realized Bakura was trying to read my thoughts.

I discreetly shoved him from my mind, blocking my thoughts while keeping the link open to avoid any suspicion.

"I don't know about you, but I'm starved!" I chirped, making Bakura jump slightly. "I'm going to order pizza."

I quickly got up and made my way to the phone. I dialled the number Bakura had drilled into my memory. "The best fucking pizza ever" apparently. Tasted ordinary to me.

//Pepperoni, hikari.//

/But I wanted Ham and Pineapple./

//Ick. I don't like Pineapple.// He whined.

/Pick it off, then./

//Demo– // I cut off the link.

"Hello. Hai, Ryou Bakura speaking. Iie, not the usual. Ham and Pineapple, onegai. Arigatou. 30 minutes? Okay, bye."

I turned around to see Bakura leaning against the doorframe, glaring at me.

"I pay for the pizza, Yami. I get to choose what we eat. Deal with it." I snapped as he opened his mouth to speak.

Bakura blinked, taken aback for a few seconds before he scowled. "I was going to say that I wanted fries with it, too."

"Well why didn't you say so earlier?!"

Bakura narrowed his eyes. "Because someone closed the link."

"Oh, and I suppose it was too hard for you to get off your lazy ass and tell me face to face?!" I spat.

Bakura actually looked hurt. I didn't insult him too badly, one time I called him a stupid bastard and he shrugged coyly and said, "I try." So why does he look…upset? Was he playing some kind of game with me again or what?

"Ryou?" He asked softly.

I blinked at his tone and looked him in the eyes. Big mistake. They're all pretty and smouldering and they make my knees go weak and my insides do flip-flops. What's worse is that his eyes are warm and gentle. I've never seen them like that before.

"What's wrong?"

I blinked as the words registered in my mind. He was asking me what was wrong? I had snapped at him. Ack, it's like some sort of weird personality switch.

I blinked again and cocked my head to the side slightly. "Why wouldn't I  be?"

Bakura huffed in annoyance. "I don't think I'll ever understand you. One minute you're yelling at me and the next you're acting as if nothing happened."

I sighed, chewing on my lower lip slightly as I lowered my gaze to the floor. "Gomen nasai, Yami. It's just I – well…I'm confused about something. My thoughts and emotions are a mess. Don't take it personally." I lifted my head, smiling at him tentatively to show him I was all right.

Bakura's gaze softened and he nodded. What happened next totally took me by surprise. He closed the gap between us and hugged me. I stiffened on instinct before relaxing and hugging him back. Bakura pulled back, hands on my shoulders to look me in the eye.

"You know you can always talk to me if something's wrong, okay, aibou?"

I nodded, flushing under his intense stare. Satisfied with the answer, he let go of my shoulders. When I giggled he lifted an eyebrow.

"Yami…your worst nightmare has come true." I whispered, as if it were some kind of crime. I don't doubt it was something of a promise he made to himself to never happen.

When the eyebrow remained raised I realized he wanted me to continue.

"You're turning into Yami Yugi."

Bakura let out a rather girlish shriek and ran upstairs, no doubt to the bathroom to wash himself clean or something.

Sure the coast was clear, I smirked. My Yami now knew of my 'emotional problems'. He'd probably think they concerned him. But when he finds a little piece of evidence to prove otherwise I wonder how he'll react. Giggling to myself out loud I went to the kitchen to fetch my diary. Realizing I was still giggling I forced myself to stop, deciding I'd been spending way too much time around Malik.

I almost ran upstairs, jumping two stairs at a time as I rushed to my room, diary in hand. Sitting myself down at my desk I got out a pen, skipping through my diary to find a new page.

As I absently chewed the lid of the pen out of habit, I tried to think how to start. Grinning, I put the pen to paper and started the next phase of The Plan.

Dear Diary…

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Oh, when Ryou is jealous it's not cause he likes Marik and Malik. *shakes head* He's jealous because he wants that with Bakura. Bless him.

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