Yami slammed down the phone. "That fucking ASSHOLE!" he screamed, punching
the wall.
Yugi looked up from the television. "Yami?"
"Arugh..." He grabbed Yugi by the arm and dragged him into his room were he began to knock him around. Muttering cuss words, he slammed Yugi's face into the wall.
Yugi screamed from the pain. "No! Stop!"
Their mom rushed into the room. "Yami! Let go of him!" she yelled, wedging herself between the two boys. "What is going ON?"
"He dumped me! I tried to say I was sorry and he BROKE UP WITH ME!" Yami shrieked, breaking random things in Yugi's room.
"Yami!" she shrieked. She looked back at the confused look on her younger son's face. "Stop it, Yami."
Yami looked up from where he had slammed down Yugi's lamp which shattered. "Don't tell me what to do," he said in a low, threatening voice.
"Yami..." she tried approaching him.
"I HATE YOU!" Yami grabbed Yugi's sketch notebook and began tearing pages out of it, crumpling and ripping them apart.
"NOOOOO!!!" Yugi screamed, running up to him to get him to stop.
Yami knocked Yugi against the wall with one arm swing, throwing the crumpled paper at Yugi. He then fell to his knees, beginning to sob into his hands.
Their mother walked over to Yami and sat next to him, wrapping her arms around him. "Oh Yami...this is no way to deal with your anger. You must stop drinking."
"But then I get depressed," he whispered softly.
Yugi finally opened his eyes, his head and back area already throbbed in pain. He silently--like he was used to--got up to leave them alone. He wiped away a few tears. He was sad and angry about his pictures, but decided he was being selfish. His older brother suffered from different forms of schizophrenia--so many that no doctor could correctly diagnosed them. They came in small amounts and tended to overlap. He found his way to the bathroom they both shared and began cleaning his wounds. He hissed a few times, but for the most part was okay. He slide down the wall and sat in the bathroom and waited. That's all he could do until his brother left his room. He was stuck.
~~~
Bakura sneered at his brother. "What the hell are you doing?"
"My homework."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not a high school drop out."
Bakura narrowed his eyes at Ryou. "Fuck you. I could graduate if I wanted to. But I have better things to do."
"Like what? You're not even working."
Bakura hit Ryou hard but was otherwise silent.
Ryou chewed on the end of his pencil in thought, then made a face at the taste. He picked up a pen instead and began playing with it in his mouth.
Bakura watched him closely. ~The little bitch doesn't know how hot he looks doing that. God, what am I thinking? He's my BROTHER for crying out loud! Besides, he looks like a girl.~ Bakura's hair looked a lot like Ryou's, though it wasn't even at his shoulders in length. ~I hate girls. So annoying. Of course, there's shitty guys, too. Like the older brother of that one friend of Ryou's...Yami... Little maniac. No way I'm as crazy as him. Main reason I dropped out. Another year around him and I was going to kill him. And registering back now would just...it'd be pathetic. I'd be in the same grade as Ryou. NO FUCKING WAY!~ Bakura grabbed Ryou by the arm. "Come on, we're getting something to eat."
"I'm not hungry," he said softly.
Bakura continued to drag him along, digging his fingernails into Ryou's arms. "Tough, you're going."
~~~
Marik tore through the room he shared with his twin, looking for his uniform. "Damnit!" he screamed. "Ishisu? Where's my McDonalds outfit?!"
"Marik-pretty need to go to work?"
Marik stood up to see his maniac twin staring at him with a little smile on his face. "Yes," he said impatient. "Have you seen my shirt?"
Yarik shook his head but continued smiling. "Marik-pretty works at McDonalds."
"Yes, I do. Please help me find my shirt."
Yarik continued to stare at him.
Marik sighed and threw his hands up in the air. "Forget it then. I'll go shirtless."
Yarik smiled. "Girls will like Marik-pretty without shirt."
"Why do you call me that?!"
"Because Marik-pretty is pretty. So your name is Marik-pretty."
"Then you're Yarik-crazy!" he shrieked at him as he pushed past him to leave, but Yarik grabbed his arm.
"My Marik-pretty. You're not going anywhere," he said, smiling wider and bringing him back in the room.
"Yarik, I need to get to work. Plea--" he shrieked as Yarik wrestled him down on the bed.
"Pretty Marik, pretty..." he said, snuggling with Marik.
"Let--"
Yarik pushed two fingers into Marik's mouth, holding his tongue from moving properly. "No, MY Marik-pretty. MINE," he said, his voice beginning to get an edge to it. Marik recognized the signs of his brother about to flip out, so he quietly obliged to letting Yarik touch him.
Yarik's tongue and hands trailed down Marik's smooth tanned chest. About halfway down, he stopped and began sucking at his skin, trying to give him a hickey. "ISHISU! HELP!" he screamed.
Yarik grabbed Marik's lower jaw with his hand, shoving four fingers and part of his hand in Marik's mouth. Marik began to gag, but couldn't do anything as his twin continued to bruise his skin.
~~~
Yugi looked up from the television. "Yami?"
"Arugh..." He grabbed Yugi by the arm and dragged him into his room were he began to knock him around. Muttering cuss words, he slammed Yugi's face into the wall.
Yugi screamed from the pain. "No! Stop!"
Their mom rushed into the room. "Yami! Let go of him!" she yelled, wedging herself between the two boys. "What is going ON?"
"He dumped me! I tried to say I was sorry and he BROKE UP WITH ME!" Yami shrieked, breaking random things in Yugi's room.
"Yami!" she shrieked. She looked back at the confused look on her younger son's face. "Stop it, Yami."
Yami looked up from where he had slammed down Yugi's lamp which shattered. "Don't tell me what to do," he said in a low, threatening voice.
"Yami..." she tried approaching him.
"I HATE YOU!" Yami grabbed Yugi's sketch notebook and began tearing pages out of it, crumpling and ripping them apart.
"NOOOOO!!!" Yugi screamed, running up to him to get him to stop.
Yami knocked Yugi against the wall with one arm swing, throwing the crumpled paper at Yugi. He then fell to his knees, beginning to sob into his hands.
Their mother walked over to Yami and sat next to him, wrapping her arms around him. "Oh Yami...this is no way to deal with your anger. You must stop drinking."
"But then I get depressed," he whispered softly.
Yugi finally opened his eyes, his head and back area already throbbed in pain. He silently--like he was used to--got up to leave them alone. He wiped away a few tears. He was sad and angry about his pictures, but decided he was being selfish. His older brother suffered from different forms of schizophrenia--so many that no doctor could correctly diagnosed them. They came in small amounts and tended to overlap. He found his way to the bathroom they both shared and began cleaning his wounds. He hissed a few times, but for the most part was okay. He slide down the wall and sat in the bathroom and waited. That's all he could do until his brother left his room. He was stuck.
~~~
Bakura sneered at his brother. "What the hell are you doing?"
"My homework."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not a high school drop out."
Bakura narrowed his eyes at Ryou. "Fuck you. I could graduate if I wanted to. But I have better things to do."
"Like what? You're not even working."
Bakura hit Ryou hard but was otherwise silent.
Ryou chewed on the end of his pencil in thought, then made a face at the taste. He picked up a pen instead and began playing with it in his mouth.
Bakura watched him closely. ~The little bitch doesn't know how hot he looks doing that. God, what am I thinking? He's my BROTHER for crying out loud! Besides, he looks like a girl.~ Bakura's hair looked a lot like Ryou's, though it wasn't even at his shoulders in length. ~I hate girls. So annoying. Of course, there's shitty guys, too. Like the older brother of that one friend of Ryou's...Yami... Little maniac. No way I'm as crazy as him. Main reason I dropped out. Another year around him and I was going to kill him. And registering back now would just...it'd be pathetic. I'd be in the same grade as Ryou. NO FUCKING WAY!~ Bakura grabbed Ryou by the arm. "Come on, we're getting something to eat."
"I'm not hungry," he said softly.
Bakura continued to drag him along, digging his fingernails into Ryou's arms. "Tough, you're going."
~~~
Marik tore through the room he shared with his twin, looking for his uniform. "Damnit!" he screamed. "Ishisu? Where's my McDonalds outfit?!"
"Marik-pretty need to go to work?"
Marik stood up to see his maniac twin staring at him with a little smile on his face. "Yes," he said impatient. "Have you seen my shirt?"
Yarik shook his head but continued smiling. "Marik-pretty works at McDonalds."
"Yes, I do. Please help me find my shirt."
Yarik continued to stare at him.
Marik sighed and threw his hands up in the air. "Forget it then. I'll go shirtless."
Yarik smiled. "Girls will like Marik-pretty without shirt."
"Why do you call me that?!"
"Because Marik-pretty is pretty. So your name is Marik-pretty."
"Then you're Yarik-crazy!" he shrieked at him as he pushed past him to leave, but Yarik grabbed his arm.
"My Marik-pretty. You're not going anywhere," he said, smiling wider and bringing him back in the room.
"Yarik, I need to get to work. Plea--" he shrieked as Yarik wrestled him down on the bed.
"Pretty Marik, pretty..." he said, snuggling with Marik.
"Let--"
Yarik pushed two fingers into Marik's mouth, holding his tongue from moving properly. "No, MY Marik-pretty. MINE," he said, his voice beginning to get an edge to it. Marik recognized the signs of his brother about to flip out, so he quietly obliged to letting Yarik touch him.
Yarik's tongue and hands trailed down Marik's smooth tanned chest. About halfway down, he stopped and began sucking at his skin, trying to give him a hickey. "ISHISU! HELP!" he screamed.
Yarik grabbed Marik's lower jaw with his hand, shoving four fingers and part of his hand in Marik's mouth. Marik began to gag, but couldn't do anything as his twin continued to bruise his skin.
~~~