Author's Notes: Yeah, so after many a long month (about six?) I have finally updated. Yippee. Terribly sorry to all my readers. I truly meant to update sooner but circumstances being what they were... whatever, I just couldn't write, and I really tried. But, here is the chapter anyway. I spent absolutely no time reading it over so it's probably quite horrid but that's just my opinion and I hate everything I do regardless. I'll let you decide.
To all my dear reviewers: There comes a time in every author's life when they profess their eternal love for the readers of their writings. Or maybe I'm just crazy. Either way, I would like to express my immense gratitude for those noble reviewers. Right now I must sound like a complete idiot but seriously, I've got an average of 8 reviews per chapter and that's the best of any of my stories. It's for you noble reviewers that I keep this up. So, once again, thank you all.
Important: There are few things in this chapter that require explanation and they are numbered like so (-1-). So just check the end notes for their explanation. There are three.
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Yu-Gi-Oh! in any way.
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Yami watched, grinning maliciously, as Seto trudged sluggishly towards his room. The meeting at the diner had gone better than expected. Seto was thoroughly miserable and questioning the existence of God, and for once Yami hadn't been the victim of Devon's insanity. Sure, he'd feel bad except for with all that Yami had endured of the brunette's cold and mocking behavior, he felt that Seto had gotten exactly what he deserved. They were even now.
Once Seto was completely out of sight, Yami check his watch, 9:10. It was too early for Joey too be up and about, but he wasn't in any mood to go back to sleep –he was far too awake. Instead, he stood in the middle of the foyer, contemplating his next move. Then, all of a sudden, Yami heard a voice call his name. He whipped around to see Yugi running towards him. Yami was brutally reminded of the betrayal he felt because of the little one, and his good mood and feeling of triumph of Seto dissipated and he was left with a cold emptiness. He turned away from the boy and began walking away.
Yugi stopped running, confused by Yami's behaviour. "Yami?"
Yami stopped, turning around. "What?"
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to -"
"I'm busy," Yami interrupted, voice cold. "Why don't you go ask your girlfriend?"
"My wh-" Yugi said, but was once again interrupted.
"Bye Yugi." Yami snapped, hurrying away, not wanting to look at the little one anymore –it hurt too much.
Ryou strode down the aisle, staring up in amazement at the high shelves, stacked endlessly with old, dusty books covering every topic imaginable. His chocolate, doe-eyes shone with excitement; this was the most incredible library he had ever seen! Ryou had always been in love with the written word, and he viewed libraries as the ultimate source. No matter what happened to him, no matter how hard life was for him sometimes, Ryou could always find solace in a library among his friends, the books.
The library was a strange convergence of old and new; in fact, half the library was old and the other half new. When the school expanded the library, they didn't see it necessary to redo the already existing library. The new part was defined by hardwood floors and Ikea-esk furniture. The ceiling was made of glass panes, and ball-shaped lights hanging down from the roof. Ryou was currently in the old half, which he preferred. There were more books in that part, and less people. Ryou didn't like company in libraries; no one truly appreciated their majesty.
The books on the top shelf were accessible by a sliding ladder that reached all the way to the top. Ryou gave it a slight push; it slid with ease. A small, mischievous smile grew on the boy's face: dare he? Ryou put his foot on the bottom rung (is that he word?) of the ladder and, despite his better judgment and profound respect for libraries, he pushed with his other foot.
The ladder moved surprisingly fast despite its size. Ryou smiled giddily. The ladder was almost at the end of the aisle when all of a sudden a figure –his face in shadow due to the poor lighting - appeared at the end. Ryou's foot shot to the floor, slowing down the ride, nearly knocking him off as his shoe gripped the carpet and held. The boy's heart was racing, and he felt ashamed. He knew he shouldn't have been playing on the ladder and he'd been caught! He began to apologize when the figure grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him into the shelf. Ryou let out a pitiful whine.
"Shut up. That didn't hurt you." A voice growled.
Ryou's heart stopped. He recognized that voice. He whined louder.
"Fucking shut up! You sound like a goddamn six year old who just dropped her ice cream," Bakura hissed. "And don't you fucking start crying!" He warned, seeing Ryou's eyes start to glisten over. But Ryou couldn't control it –he never could.
"Please leave me alone," the boy whined piteously. "Please…"
Bakura sighed, placing a hand on Ryou's cheek. He tilted the boy's head upwards so their eyes met. "Look, I'll be gentle," he snarled slightly as he said the word, "If it'll get you to stop crying."
Ryou blinked, saying not a word. He hiccupped slightly. He was a little unsure of what Bakura meant, but he had a pretty good idea. And surprisingly enough, the thought didn't scare him as much as it should have. In fact, he was kind of excited, which scared him even more.
"Are you gonna stop crying?" Ryou nodded. "Good," Bakura whispered, pressing his lips onto Ryou's.
The boy stood completely still, body rigid. What was he to do? He had never kissed a guy before –or anyone for that matter. Part of him was opposed and horrified by the idea, but the other part was screaming at him to give in. Bakura had one hand holding the back of Ryou's neck, and the other holding the boy's hand (-1-), which was strange, but as well comforting. After a moment, Bakura broke the kiss.
"Will you please move? It's like I'm making out with a fucking coat rack(-2-)." He grumbled. Ryou made a small noise of fright and indignation and made as if to say something but Bakura interjected. "Forget it," he mumbled, throwing his arm around the boy's shoulder and leaning in for another kiss.
Ryou relaxed a little into Bakura's embrace. The horrified side of him was fading fast –he was more stunned than anything else. He reached his free arm –the other being held still- around and grabbed onto the back of Bakura's shirt. The latter, seeing his window, pressed himself more into Ryou and pushed his tongue into the boy's throat. Ryou moaned as Bakura's tongue swept across his and he felt himself melt into Bakura's arm, his legs becoming jelly. Bakura broke the kiss.
"C'mon," he said, nipping at Ryou's jaw. The latter made a slight noise that could have been interpreted many ways. Bakura took it as a 'yes'.
He let go of Ryou's hand and, arm still around his shoulder, led him through the old library to the balcony almost invisible to anyone standing in the new section. He pushed Ryou into another bookshelf and ran a finger along the boy's jaw. Without saying a word, he slid his hand down and grasped the back of Ryou's neck as he leaned in for a kiss. Bakura kissed him tenderly, almost teasingly, but as his free hand began to undo the buttons on the boy's shirt, Bakura became rougher.
Ryou tightened his grip on Bakura's blazer, trying to mimic the silver-haired teen. He didn't know what else to do, having never made out with anyone before. He tried to slip his tongue into Bakura's mouth, but the other's tongue overpowered it. The kisses were becoming brutal and Ryou felt he was being completely dominated… and he liked it. Bakura broke the kiss and began kissing down Ryou's jaw and neck, stopping at the nook where the neck meets the shoulder. Here he bit down softly, and Ryou gasped. Bakura's lips pressed against the spot, and Ryou could feel the other's teeth grazing the skin, but nothing more.
Feeling Bakura's hands on his lower back, pushing their waists together, Ryou decided to take some initiative and began unbuttoning Bakura's shirt, all of which the latter found very amusing. He bit down hard on Ryou's neck, forcing the other to cry out in surprise. Bakura lifted his head, meeting Ryou's eyes. He smirked, chuckling softly. He leaned in to kiss him again, sliding off the boy's shirt, baring his shoulders. Bakura gripped Ryou's arms and led him to a nearby table, pushing him onto it. He finished taking off the boy's shirt and tossed it aside. It landed right on top of the horrified librarian's feet.
"What do you think you're doing?" She screamed. Ryou's head shot around and his face turned beet red. Bakura merely backed away from Ryou, meeting the librarian's eyes with a bemused smile.
As the only female staff member in the entire school, the librarian, Karen Findlay(-3-), took it upon herself to uphold morality in the school, believing the men incapable of doing so. She was detested by the entire school –faculty and student body alike. She was incredibly religious, and made a point of telling every boy with slight homosexual tendencies –which was just about everyone in an all boys school where girls were virtually viewed as something found in movies and books- that he was committing great acts of sin against the Lord and that they were going to be punished for it unless they repented.
"Hey Findlay," greeted Bakura. "How've you been? Still talking to that God fellow?"
Findlay inhaled deeply, face turning red, lips pursed. "Young boy," she said dangerously, "I will not tolerate this disrespect from you. Have you no shame? Committing these acts of sin –and where anyone can see!" She reached down and picked up the shirt at her feet, holding it up. "It's despicable!"
Ryou lowered his head, deeply ashamed. He never acted like this, ever. Meanwhile, Bakura was on the verge of cracking up.
"Oh, we're so sorry. We didn't realize..." He said, placing a hand over his mouth and looking away to keep from laughing. He grabbed onto Ryou's arm. "We'll go straight away to a priest and confess our sins."
Bakura walked up to Findlay and clasped a hand to her shoulder. "Thank you for showing us the error of our ways."
He grabbed the shirt out of her hands and started walking away, dragging Ryou with him. But Findlay was not done yet.
"You boys… You mock God and now you mock me! I will not stand for this!" She sputtered. "Get out! You're both banned from this library!"
"Ah fuck," Bakura grumbled. The library was his favourite place to defile people. "For how long?"
"Forever! Get out!" She screamed, pointing down towards the stairs.
The two left the library. Once out, Ryou broke into tears. Bakura stared at him, horrified. "What the fuck…"
Ryou glared at Bakura, eyes bright with anger. "This is all your fault!"
"My fault? I didn't hear you complaining." Bakura said, slightly irritated at the boy's outburst. "And fucking relax. We just got kicked out of the library. She's not gonna tell William (AN: the VP, remember? Bakura and Marik refer to faculty by their first name except for Findlay) if that's what you're bitching about."
"That's not it!" Ryou screamed, not caring who William might be (he wouldn't know the VP's name). "Just leave me alone! I don't ever want to see you again!"
Bakura was taken about. "Now wait a goddamn second here," he said, pulling Ryou towards him. The latter pulled away roughly.
"Fuck off!" He yelled, taking them both by surprise. Ryou ran off down the hall, leaving an astounded Bakura.
"What the hell -" The silver-haired teen muttered. He shook his head. "This is the last goddamn time I go for the boy with the multiple personalities. Jesus Christ," he grumbled, starting off to find Marik.
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End Notes: So that's the chapter. I truly hope you enjoyed it and I hope I did not disappoint you. Anyways, something I didn't mention in the Author's Notes is that indentation and all that symbol gibla doesn't show up anymore, I've decided to try something different. I'll be using quotes to separate the beginning and end notes from the story itself. This particular quote is from Donny Darko. Brilliant movie. Also, some things that need to be explained.
(-1-) – Two of my friends would hold hands when they made out. I don't know if they still do it, and I never noticed it, but it was pointed out to me. I thought it would be kind of amusing to slip it in there.
(-2-) – I needed an inanimate object to compare Ryou with, and I thought a coat rack would be quite amusing for myself and those who know me (even though none read my stories. I rather they wouldn't, actually). To explain, there was a guy I really liked who reminded me of the coat rack in The Beauty and the Beast (the one who was styling the Beast's hair. I do believe he had a top hat). Anyway, he was since known as the coat rack. Right.
(-3-) – Right, the librarian at my school is named Karen Findlay. Originally, the librarian in this fic was supposed to be based off of her but I didn't want to go into too great about her because she's really irrelevant to the plot. I might bring her back in, but who knows. Anyway, so the real Findlay is a mega bitch so I thought I should name the librarian in this fic Findlay because she too is a mega bitch. It just seemed fitting.
Right, so that's all then. I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible, but no promises. Exams are starting soon and I'm royally fucked. Yay!