This week has passed by faster than I thought it would. But at least I got
a lot of work done. If you like my stories you can email me and request
one. My email is on my user page. If you give me an idea I'll give some
credit to you. But if you do send me an idea I might not use it.
Ryou: I love you, Bakura.
Bakura: I love you, Ryou.
Moukin: *runs after them with a microphone* I want to record you're relationship and make it into a story!
Ryou and Bakura run off.
Malik stops Moukin.
Malik: You can follow us.
Moukin: But you're not gay.
Marik: So?
Moukin: That takes all the fun out of it.
Warning: This is a yaoi story. If you've come this far and still don't know what yaoi is you haven't been really reading. Just a little advise, yaoi makes you crazy.
Caution: Swearing
Chapter 8: Chances Kill
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*Ryou's P.O.V.*
He loves me...he really loves me.
I cry into his chest. He holds onto me. Gods I hope this isn't another dream.
"Ryou..." He whispers into my ear.
His lips are now on my neck.
"Bakura..." I moan.
There was a knock at the door. Oh great nice move Malik.
"You two can't have fun if we can't." So...thats practically asking to join us.
Bakura looks at me.
I shrug.
"We're busy." Bakura goes back to my neck.
"I told you that you liked him." Marik laughed.
"Humph." Bakura kisses me on the lips and goes to open the door.
"What do you want now Ishtar?" He growls.
Malik and Marik give us lip.
"We had a nightmare!" They yell in unison.
Bakura shrugs.
"What makes you think that I give a shit?"
Marik and Malik make their way to me.
Marik starts to laugh.
"Bakura, do you think you can be a little less harsh on the kid?" He rubs a spot on my neck.
I get up and look in the mirror.
Great job Bakura. I'm going to have to wear a turtle neck for a month!
"What we do is none of your business. Now get the hell out." Bakura pointed to the door.
Malik shakes his head no.
"Please let us stay, Ryou?" Malik touches my cheek.
What can I say? No matter what I do they'll beg until the day I die.
"Ok, but you two sleep on the floor." I hand them each a blanket and a pillow.
I know they're trying their best to get on our nerves. I just...ah!
Malik has his lips on my neck.
I melt. At least that mouth is good for something besides talking with.
After a minute or so Bakura pulls him off of me and throws him at the wall.
"Mine..." He growls.
I wince. I feel like a T bone steak being faught over by a pack of hungry dogs.
Does he really think of me as an object that just...belongs to anyone?
Bakura turns around to look at me.
"I didn't mean it like that." He whispered into my ear.
I nod and smile.
"Resistance is futile. Die mortal." Marik is playing with my star wars swords.
Malik has one also.
"I want to go to sleep." Bakura growled.
"And I want to finish our game." Malik was talking about Truth or dare.
I yawned.
"Fine." Bakura and I sat on the bed and I leaned my head on his shoulder.
Marik pulled the bottle out of his shirt.
Bakura laughed.
"I've always wondered what you kept up there."
Marik smirked.
"Want to find out more?"
Bakura became quiet.
Malik spun the bottle. Me.
"Truth or dare." He asks.
I sigh. Life is about taking chances right? Well I'm about to take the biggest chance of my life.
"Dare." I swallow hard.
"20 minutes with Marik in that closet."
Kill me now.
Bakura stands up.
"I'm not letting that moron near Ryou." Bakura again grabs Malik's collar.
I pull Bakura back.
"It's ok."
"Ryou..." Bakura starts.
I place my finger over Bakura's lips.
"I'll be fine." I lied.
Never ever take chances. They might just kill you.
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I only did that for one reason. I just love this reviewer that tells me how much she/he likes Marik/Ryou coupling. Sorry but thats not how the story is going to end up...sorry. I just wanted to do that. I've decided to tell everyone that this story will get more serious. The first 8 chapters were just for the heck of it.
Bakura: Thats all folks.
Moukin: *has a pen and notepad in her hand* DETAILS!
Thank you all for reading! Please review! Thanks!
TTFN. TaTa For Now.
Ryou: I love you, Bakura.
Bakura: I love you, Ryou.
Moukin: *runs after them with a microphone* I want to record you're relationship and make it into a story!
Ryou and Bakura run off.
Malik stops Moukin.
Malik: You can follow us.
Moukin: But you're not gay.
Marik: So?
Moukin: That takes all the fun out of it.
Warning: This is a yaoi story. If you've come this far and still don't know what yaoi is you haven't been really reading. Just a little advise, yaoi makes you crazy.
Caution: Swearing
Chapter 8: Chances Kill
***************************************************************
*Ryou's P.O.V.*
He loves me...he really loves me.
I cry into his chest. He holds onto me. Gods I hope this isn't another dream.
"Ryou..." He whispers into my ear.
His lips are now on my neck.
"Bakura..." I moan.
There was a knock at the door. Oh great nice move Malik.
"You two can't have fun if we can't." So...thats practically asking to join us.
Bakura looks at me.
I shrug.
"We're busy." Bakura goes back to my neck.
"I told you that you liked him." Marik laughed.
"Humph." Bakura kisses me on the lips and goes to open the door.
"What do you want now Ishtar?" He growls.
Malik and Marik give us lip.
"We had a nightmare!" They yell in unison.
Bakura shrugs.
"What makes you think that I give a shit?"
Marik and Malik make their way to me.
Marik starts to laugh.
"Bakura, do you think you can be a little less harsh on the kid?" He rubs a spot on my neck.
I get up and look in the mirror.
Great job Bakura. I'm going to have to wear a turtle neck for a month!
"What we do is none of your business. Now get the hell out." Bakura pointed to the door.
Malik shakes his head no.
"Please let us stay, Ryou?" Malik touches my cheek.
What can I say? No matter what I do they'll beg until the day I die.
"Ok, but you two sleep on the floor." I hand them each a blanket and a pillow.
I know they're trying their best to get on our nerves. I just...ah!
Malik has his lips on my neck.
I melt. At least that mouth is good for something besides talking with.
After a minute or so Bakura pulls him off of me and throws him at the wall.
"Mine..." He growls.
I wince. I feel like a T bone steak being faught over by a pack of hungry dogs.
Does he really think of me as an object that just...belongs to anyone?
Bakura turns around to look at me.
"I didn't mean it like that." He whispered into my ear.
I nod and smile.
"Resistance is futile. Die mortal." Marik is playing with my star wars swords.
Malik has one also.
"I want to go to sleep." Bakura growled.
"And I want to finish our game." Malik was talking about Truth or dare.
I yawned.
"Fine." Bakura and I sat on the bed and I leaned my head on his shoulder.
Marik pulled the bottle out of his shirt.
Bakura laughed.
"I've always wondered what you kept up there."
Marik smirked.
"Want to find out more?"
Bakura became quiet.
Malik spun the bottle. Me.
"Truth or dare." He asks.
I sigh. Life is about taking chances right? Well I'm about to take the biggest chance of my life.
"Dare." I swallow hard.
"20 minutes with Marik in that closet."
Kill me now.
Bakura stands up.
"I'm not letting that moron near Ryou." Bakura again grabs Malik's collar.
I pull Bakura back.
"It's ok."
"Ryou..." Bakura starts.
I place my finger over Bakura's lips.
"I'll be fine." I lied.
Never ever take chances. They might just kill you.
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I only did that for one reason. I just love this reviewer that tells me how much she/he likes Marik/Ryou coupling. Sorry but thats not how the story is going to end up...sorry. I just wanted to do that. I've decided to tell everyone that this story will get more serious. The first 8 chapters were just for the heck of it.
Bakura: Thats all folks.
Moukin: *has a pen and notepad in her hand* DETAILS!
Thank you all for reading! Please review! Thanks!
TTFN. TaTa For Now.