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?" "McDonalds?" Ryou asked incredulously.
"So?"
"I'm a vegetarian, Bakura."
"So get a salad and some fries. Jesus, you'd think it's that bad?"
"The same people making my salad made your burger," Ryou pouted.
Bakura about smacked him. "Shut up," he said distractedly reading the menu.
The cashier stared at him. "Pick a meat," he said flatly.
"Lobster," Bakura said just as flatly.
The cashier sighed. "Marik! Take over, I have break."
Marik joined them and stared back at Bakura. "What?"
Bakura was surprised anyone besides himself looked good with long hair. Especially such light blond hair on such dark skin. Let alone ANYONE in a fast-food outfit. "Uh..." he said, at a lost of words for once.
"He wants meat," Ryou explained. "He just can't decide what."
Marik rolled his eyes and said, "So what are you having?"
"I want a salad, I guess. Without meat. And a side of fries. They're cooked in vegetable oil, right?"
"Yeah. Are you on a diet or something?"
"No, just--"
They both turned to look at Bakura chasing after someone with a fork. "Ba- KU-ra!" Ryou whined.
"Get him off me!" someone shrieked.
Ryou recognized the victim as Yami, his friend's older brother. He smiled a bit, enjoying it.
Marik's eyes narrowed in anticipation. ~So, this freaky white-haired boy and I share an enemy. Wonderful.~ "No fighting in the dining room!" he yelled.
Yugi joined Ryou. "Why are they doing this?"
"Hate, I suppose."
Marik calmly picked up a fork and walked over to the two. He slammed the plastic thing into Yami's arm, who yelped. "Hey! He's the one--" he looked up, wide-eyed at Marik. "I..."
Marik pulled the fork back, which had a tiny bit of blood on the ends. "I suggest you get that checked out." He blinked and calmly walked back to the cashier. "May I help you?"
"Salad and French fries. With a small lemonade."
"Double cheeseburger with medium fries and large root beer," Yugi said, pulling out the money to pay for them. He smiled at Bakura. "Let them figure who they're eating with."
Ryou smiled back, then rolled his eyes as he saw Bakura and Yami bickering.
"Why do they fight so much?" Yugi asked softly.
"I think they fought a lot in high school. I don't know why, though." Ryou smiled a bit at the cashier who continued to stare at him with a bored stare. He looked at Yugi through the corner of his eyes and said through his eyes, "A bit uptight, isn't he?"
Yugi giggled and took the tray he handed them. They walked over to a window seat and sat down, beginning to eat, watching their brothers argue. "What are they even arguing about?" Yugi asked.
"Who knows? It looks like that cashier is going to stab them again, though."
"He's kinda...evil looking."
"All fast-food workers are," Ryou commented. "Look at the animals they kill."
"Oh, for shame," Yugi said mockingly, placing his head against his forehead.
Yami stepped up to them then with his arms crossed. "Yugi, we're leaving. Now."
"But I just started eating..." Yugi began.
Yami grabbed Yugi by the arm tightly. "We're going," he said tightly, jerking Yugi to stand up.
Yugi looked at Ryou pleadingly. "But Mom...she wants you to eat something..."
"WE'RE GOING!" Yami yelled at him. He began to drag Yugi along behind him.
Yugi began crying as he lead him along.
Bakura sat down across from Ryou. "What an ass," he said under his breath. He picked up Yugi's food and began to absent-mindedly eat it. "Why does he do that? I don't ever hurt or humiliate you like that, do I?"
"N-no... Not that bad."
"I can't believe that dick. Who does he think he is?"
"Maybe you shouldn't have gotten him mad," Ryou whispered really softly.
Bakura raised his eyebrows. "Maybe you need to shut up."
~~~
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?" "McDonalds?" Ryou asked incredulously.
"So?"
"I'm a vegetarian, Bakura."
"So get a salad and some fries. Jesus, you'd think it's that bad?"
"The same people making my salad made your burger," Ryou pouted.
Bakura about smacked him. "Shut up," he said distractedly reading the menu.
The cashier stared at him. "Pick a meat," he said flatly.
"Lobster," Bakura said just as flatly.
The cashier sighed. "Marik! Take over, I have break."
Marik joined them and stared back at Bakura. "What?"
Bakura was surprised anyone besides himself looked good with long hair. Especially such light blond hair on such dark skin. Let alone ANYONE in a fast-food outfit. "Uh..." he said, at a lost of words for once.
"He wants meat," Ryou explained. "He just can't decide what."
Marik rolled his eyes and said, "So what are you having?"
"I want a salad, I guess. Without meat. And a side of fries. They're cooked in vegetable oil, right?"
"Yeah. Are you on a diet or something?"
"No, just--"
They both turned to look at Bakura chasing after someone with a fork. "Ba- KU-ra!" Ryou whined.
"Get him off me!" someone shrieked.
Ryou recognized the victim as Yami, his friend's older brother. He smiled a bit, enjoying it.
Marik's eyes narrowed in anticipation. ~So, this freaky white-haired boy and I share an enemy. Wonderful.~ "No fighting in the dining room!" he yelled.
Yugi joined Ryou. "Why are they doing this?"
"Hate, I suppose."
Marik calmly picked up a fork and walked over to the two. He slammed the plastic thing into Yami's arm, who yelped. "Hey! He's the one--" he looked up, wide-eyed at Marik. "I..."
Marik pulled the fork back, which had a tiny bit of blood on the ends. "I suggest you get that checked out." He blinked and calmly walked back to the cashier. "May I help you?"
"Salad and French fries. With a small lemonade."
"Double cheeseburger with medium fries and large root beer," Yugi said, pulling out the money to pay for them. He smiled at Bakura. "Let them figure who they're eating with."
Ryou smiled back, then rolled his eyes as he saw Bakura and Yami bickering.
"Why do they fight so much?" Yugi asked softly.
"I think they fought a lot in high school. I don't know why, though." Ryou smiled a bit at the cashier who continued to stare at him with a bored stare. He looked at Yugi through the corner of his eyes and said through his eyes, "A bit uptight, isn't he?"
Yugi giggled and took the tray he handed them. They walked over to a window seat and sat down, beginning to eat, watching their brothers argue. "What are they even arguing about?" Yugi asked.
"Who knows? It looks like that cashier is going to stab them again, though."
"He's kinda...evil looking."
"All fast-food workers are," Ryou commented. "Look at the animals they kill."
"Oh, for shame," Yugi said mockingly, placing his head against his forehead.
Yami stepped up to them then with his arms crossed. "Yugi, we're leaving. Now."
"But I just started eating..." Yugi began.
Yami grabbed Yugi by the arm tightly. "We're going," he said tightly, jerking Yugi to stand up.
Yugi looked at Ryou pleadingly. "But Mom...she wants you to eat something..."
"WE'RE GOING!" Yami yelled at him. He began to drag Yugi along behind him.
Yugi began crying as he lead him along.
Bakura sat down across from Ryou. "What an ass," he said under his breath. He picked up Yugi's food and began to absent-mindedly eat it. "Why does he do that? I don't ever hurt or humiliate you like that, do I?"
"N-no... Not that bad."
"I can't believe that dick. Who does he think he is?"
"Maybe you shouldn't have gotten him mad," Ryou whispered really softly.
Bakura raised his eyebrows. "Maybe you need to shut up."
~~~