P.Q.: To all who have reviewed so far, I thank you! One for R&R'ing my fic, and 2ndly, for putting up with my lack of updating! Anyway, here's chap 10. Hope ya enjoy it!
Disclaimer: K.T. '96'.
"Well," Joey said urgently, running to meet Marik as he came walking up the plank onto the boat, "how'd it go? You were gone all night."
"It went," Marik paused for a moment, thinking of how eager Ryou had been to be 'loved' the night before, "okay." "Okay?" Joey asked excitedly. "That's it? Just 'okay'?"
"He's not ready to take you back." Marik informed him. "He said he need some time to think about things." "Time?" Joey shouted, shaking his fists in the air. "What does he mean 'time'? He's had all week to think about 'things'! I'm goin' over there right now to see him and beg him to take me back."
"No!" Marik shouted, pushing against Joey's chest with his hands. "You can't do that!"
"Why not?" Joey wanted to know.
"Because," said Marik, "he's still pretty upset that you cheated on him. Why, he was in tears when I left. Give him some time to calm down already. I'd say, about another week."
"Another week?" Joey shouted. "He's had plenty of time already, that… I'm goin' to go see him right now! Outta my way!" Joey shoved Marik out of the way, almost causing him to lose his balance and fall down into the water below. But luckily, Marik was able to grab onto the side of the boat to keep from falling.
"Well, fine," said Marik angrily, "go ahead and see him. But I'm warning you, he isn't ready. I'll see you when you get back." "I'm not coming back." Joey told him. "We'll see about that," said Marik, regaining his footing and going up on deck, "we'll see."
"That Ryou," Joey seethed, "he'll take me back. He'd better take me back… or else…" And Joey huffed off down the street towards Ryous' house.
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When he got there an hour later, he found the house to be empty. There was no sign of Ryou anywhere. So Joey left and kept looking. He found Ryou about a half block away from his house, flirting with some girl.
"So," Joey said aloud to himself, watching them from around the corner, "that's why he doesn't wanna take me back. Well, I'll show him!" Joey turned on his heel and went back to the Ryous house.
"Oh, dear, where to begin?" Joey asked himself, eyeing the bedroom he and Ryou used to share. "Maybe," said Joey, yanking out a dresser drawer and dumping its contents onto the floor, "right here!"
Joey grabbed the other drawers and dumped them out as well. Then Joey flipped up the mattress and left it half sitting on the floor. "What else can I do? Hmm, let's see," he said, tapping his chin with his index finger, "I know!"
Joey went into the bathroom and took everything out of the medicine cabinet, tossed it all into the bathtub, and filled the tub with water. While he was waiting for the tub to fill, Joey took three rolls of toilet paper, stuffed them all into the toilet, then flushed, so that the toilet would plug up and over-flow.
"Heh, heh, heh, heh!" he laughed, sticking pieces of wet toilet paper to the bathroom mirror. "That ought to teach him a lesson for not wanting to take me back." Joey smiled happily, "Now there's just one thing left to do…" Joey found a pair of scissors and a couple pairs of Ryou's under-ware.
"All right, Cindy," said Ryou, turning around and heading in the opposite direction as Cindy, "thanks. I'll see you later."
"No problem, Ry," she called to him, waving, "anytime." Ryou waved to the pretty, petite blond until she disappeared around a corner, then continued on his way home. 'She always makes me feel better,' Ryou thought, feeling somewhat happier than when he had left home, 'maybe I should quit being gay and start dating girls.'
A few minutes later, Ryou walked up the cobble-stoned walk to his house and found that the door had been left slightly opened. "Wha-" he gasped, not sure if he should enter or not, "I know I locked the door when I left, so why is it open?"
Cautiously, he pushed the door open and peeked inside. The house was a disaster! Everything was scattered everywhere, glass objects that had been neatly position on the fireplace mantle in the living room were shattered on the floor and all the furniture had been flipped upside down. It looked like a huricane had hit it.
"My house," he cried in alarm, rushing inside to survey the rest of the damage and forgetting about the possibility that the person(s) responsible for the mess could still be in there, "someone vandalized my house!"
After surveying the damage downstairs, Ryou checked the damage upstairs.
The toilet in the upstairs bathroom had been plugged with toilet paper, then flushed. Both the sink and the bathtub were overflowing, there was a bottle of Advil bobbing up and down in the tub, and the bathroom mirror was covered in toilet paper.
After turning off all the faucets in the bathroom, Ryou ran to his bedroom. There he found the bed half onto the floor, all the drawers had been yanked out of the dresser and tossed about the room. The closet doors had been chained shut, the bedroom windows had been broken out, so there were pieces of broken glass everywhere, and the walls and the ceiling were covered with shaving gel.
Ryou gasped and fell to his knees sobbing. "W-Who," he stuttered, trying unsuccessfully to blink away the tears that were pouring out of his sad green eyes, "could've done this to me? Who hates me enough to do this to me?"
Just then, he felt a piece of material under his fingers. Ryou picked up the material and looked at it. It was a pair of his white briefs. The words: "I hate you! You're a disgusting person!" had been cut into them.
"'I hate you! You're a disgusting person!'." Ryou felt his heart sink as he repeated the words out loud. It only took him a moment to figure out who would do such a thing. "JOEY!" he realized, drying his eyes. "Joey's the only one mad at me enough to do this! It must've been him. It had to be."
Ryou reread what had been cut into his under-ware. "It had to be Joey," he said aloud to himself, "I know it is, somehow. Sniff. He's right, sniff, I am a disgusting person. I allowed someone I barely knew to… to… touch me. What kind of person has sex with someone they barely know?"
Sighing heavily, Ryou got to his feet and went downstairs to get a mop. "A desperate one," he decided, feeling very ashamed of himself, "that's who."
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It took Ryou about three hours to get the carpeting from both the bathroom and his bedroom outside to where it could drip dry and the floors mopped up and still he had a lot of work yet to do. But it was getting late and he was getting tired.
Ryou put the mop away, ate a quick dinner, and brought up a cot from the basement. He then went upstairs to his room and returned a few moments later with a pillow and two blankets. Luckily, Joey hadn't cut them up.
Ryou made up the cot and lay down. "Maybe tomorrow," he yawned, staring up at the ceiling, "I'll ask Yugi to come over after school to help me clean this mess up." Ryou rolled over onto his left side, pulled the blankets up over his shoulders, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
What? Only one person reviewed my last chapter? That's not good, is it? Maybe it's my summary. :-(
BakuraxRyou: Thanks for coming back. One review is better than no review I suppose.
P.Q.: Poor little Ryou! Things always seem NOT to go his way, huh? Well, I have more in store for the little guy. But will he survive? I might let that depend on my reviewers. Later! Please review!