Death Chose Me, and I Wont Run Away Anymore Chapter 19: XVIX: We've Made Our Dnd, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

Saa, sorry for the long pause between updates, its getting to the end of the school year, more homework..projects… gah… but I shouldn't use those as excuses, truthfully I had this chapter written at least a week and a half ago… I just didn't like how I had it, and the truth is, I'm only updating right now cause my friend (alostblackcat) asked me to (kinda threatened) so here it is.

I really don't like this chapter, mostly because it only has 2 little stories, no Kaiba, no Joey, no a whole lot of characters… oh well

I will apologize now to FREAK014 now for the contents of this chapter.. nothing with Kaiba though.. as I have already mentioned… sad…

Thank you to: steel-angel-wing-weaver, Molly-chan, Ranma Higurashi, BarbedWire23, Midi-chan, :-) , Smarty1, Amonae, FREAK014, ZeiYuki, setokaba!

Thank you very much for your reviews!

Once again, one thing is true about this fic…

Its… not quite right.. and its quite weird… and Ryou goes off the deep end.. and I mean it.

Well, whatever… enjoy…

When tomorrow comes, will you smile again?

Author: Aera-chan

Date: 5-24-04

Series: Yugioh!

Rating: R

Chapter XVIX: We've made our end…

The larger of the two dropped his stuff beside the bed and flopped down upon it himself. He looked up at Duke expectantly.

"Haven't seen you around lately.." He moved over in the bed.

Duke knew what he wanted. He found he couldn't stop his body from complying, his whole body moved to lay down next to the other man. But he refused to face him.

"What have you been up to recently?"

"..nothing.."

"Nothing? Hmn, how's school?"

"Fine."

"Your mother?"

"She's fine."

Duke could feel the other man's body heat growing closer to him. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He cursed himself for tensing under the touch.

"You're so tense, relax."

The hand slowly rubbed his shoulders, squeezing his muscles making them like putty in the other's hands.

'He's.. he's controlling me...' Duke realized.

"Just relax and close your eyes. Let me make you feel good."

'What is your definition of good? All you do is make me feel..'

He was choking again.

Finally he was saved. His stomach growled.

"I suppose you're hungry, lets go out to eat. My treat."

"Yeah, okay."

He wanted to get up, to stand, but by the way his uncle was positioned, he knew he wasn't supposed to move. He laid still as the other man crawled over him, allowing their bodies to touch slightly in the process.

His stomach leapt in his body.

'Make this stop, just take him away from me..'

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They sat in the drive-thru for McDonald's, Duke fiddled with his pant leg.

He could feel dirty feelings rising in his body again. Everything was becoming fresh in his mind.

Above all, he could feel the pain in between his legs growing. He kept checking, convinced that a dark puddle of blood would appear under him if he didn't keep it under check.

"What's got you so stressed boy."

"I... missed a test in school today... just nervous about whether or not it was important..."

His uncle grunted. "Tests. The stuff they teach you in those damn schools are worth shit, they never teach you any-"

"Welcome to McDonald's, how may I help you?" the lady on the intercom asked.

"Well hello, I'd like a two double cheeseburgers, a large fry and a diet coke." He turned to Duke. "What do you want?"

"Um, I'll just have a hamburger.."

"A hamburger?!" He turned to the intercom. "and a big Mac, a large vanilla ice-cream, and a Pepsi."

"Is that all sir?"

"Yep."

Duke blushed.

"I hope that's what you wanted, that's what you ordered the last time I saw you. What happened, why are you so shy around me all of a sudden?"

'Like you don't know..god he's sick..'

"Um, I don't know, guess I'm just feeling a little under the weather.."

"Nonsense, a little food will make you feel a lot better."

Duke said nothing further.

When they got home, he could sense trouble coming.

His uncle yawned and stretched his arms above his head. "Ah, a nap would feel great about now." Duke could sense his eyes on him. "What about you?"

"Um, I have some homework to-"

"That can wait,"

'I shouldn't resist, there's not really a point, I cant be saved, I'm damned..'

"A nap would be good.." Duke was sentencing himself to death... and he knew this, yet he couldn't fight it any longer.

'No matter how I try to run, he'll catch me. Its going to happen eventually, its just... I cant fight.'

The bed was warm, but it was nowhere near welcoming. He wished he could be anywhere but there. He'd rather take a thousand tests than re-live that one night during the summer.

Tristan saved him once sort of, but there was no chance that would happen again. There would be so much explaining to do.

He closed his eyes, there was no stopping what was going to happen. He could already feel the hands reaching for him, pulling him closer and deeper into the pain.

There was no point, no purpose... this was it, this was the end. He knew that his mother would be gone all day Saturday, there was going to be blood shed.

His blood.

Tristan pulled his pants up slowly. He looked down at Ryou who lay still.

"Ryou?"

The white haired boy said nothing, refusing to look at the other boy.

"Come on... I.. I'm gonna take you somewhere okay." He drew his shirt over his head and crouched to where Ryou was.

Tristan pulled the other boy's pants up and drew his coat around him. He lifted him into his arms.

"We'll have to walk but.. that's okay, its only a few blocks."

They walked in silence, Ryou's body curled against Tristan's chest, his knees pulled closely to his own chest.

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"One room please."

The dirty white fan clicked and whined as it whirled on its axis. Ryou stared at it, his eyes focused on nothing else.

The building was small, its white walls were long since stained with yellow, its interior soaked in nicotine and old tobacco smells.

The man behind the desk stared at them warily, his beady eyes twitching between them.

Slowly the key appeared on the counter.

An old brown tabby cat yawned loudly in the window.

A cloud moved, sunlight poured in through the window, soaking the carpet in its warmth. The sun drew closer on the floor, drawing his feet into the light. He curled his toes in his shoes, hiding them away. He stepped back, being so close to the light hurt him.

"Come on." Tristan said resting his hand on Ryou's shoulder.

Ryou flinched under the touch, the hand withdrew.

He followed the taller boy until they stopped in front of a door. Its dark maroon paint was chipping and the hinges creaked as it opened.

As soon as the door closed, he was lifted and placed carefully on the tired bed.

He felt Tristan's weight next to his.

They laid in silence, Ryou found no will to break it.

Tristan's soft voice in his ear shattered it.

"..Ryou..."

Say my name.

"..Ryou.."

Please... again.. say my name...

"Ryou..?"

Say it like I'm human... say it like I'm alive..

"Ryou..?"

"Tristan."

The other was silent, his arms slipping slowly around his small frame.

"...Tristan...?"

"Yeah?"

Ryou stared at the ceiling. He felt like he was far away.. he felt numbness all over.

"What did you want to say?"

Ryou closed his eyes slowly.

"Ryou?"

Ryou's mouth open slightly, his breath coming out in a small gasp.

"Ryou, what's wrong?"

"Say it! I have a name you know!! I'm a person! Say my name!" he yelled at the man's retreating back. "I'm alive! I am some one! Say my name!"

Screaming all his worth, he collapsed to his knees. He drew in his breath softly, trying to catch what was lost.

"...I have a name.. my name is Ryou Bakura.. .I am not 'boy'.. I am not 'hey'..."

He rubbed his arms, his skin tender and red.

"..and..." He stood, his shadow long against the sand. "I am not your 'son'.."

"Please...please say my name again."

Tristan's confusion was made clear by his silence.

"Please.." Ryou begged.

The arms around him tightened, a warm breath blew over his cheek.

"Ryou."

He echoed again in his ear, his voice soft and gentle.

"Ryou."

Smiling contently, he tucked his head under Tristan's and fell into a deep sleep.

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Ryou woke up slowly, his eyes blinking back his sleep. After a few seconds he remembered where he was.

He looked up and found two olive eyes staring down at him.

"How long?"

"You've been asleep for maybe two hours."

Ryou rolled onto his side to stare at the wall. Those eyes unnerved him. "You?"

"I woke up maybe 10 minutes ago."

"Is there.. no clocks.."

"No."

"How do you know then?"

"Guessing."

They fell into uncomfortable silence once again. Something that had become familiar with them.

"We... need to talk. Ryou.. I've.. I've always felt for you.. but.. Duke.."

"I'm sorry."

"Its not your fault."

"Yes it is."

"Ryou, its my fault too."

"But I started it."

Tristan ran his hand over his white locks. "And I finished it. It takes two, you know. Its both of our faults and its our problem."

"Duke's going to be mad."

Tristan's mouth tightened.

"He'll hate.. you.."

Tristan's mouth worked silently.

"..I know."

"You loved Duke didn't you? But I had to ruin that too. I-I mess everything up."

"No you don't." Their bodies pressed close together.

"Yes I do. If I wasn't around.. then, then you wouldn't have done this."

"Ryou, please don't start talking like this.. I could use some of you optimism about now."

Tristan softened Ryou's long bangs behind his ears.

"Some how I cant seem to find anything to be optimistic about."

Once again, they fell into previous habits.

The bed shifted as the weight of the brown haired boy left the mattress.

Ryou watched him step into the bathroom and turn on the facet to the tub. He returned shortly, his shirt and pants amiss. He withdrew Ryou from the bed and carried him back towards the bathroom. He set him on the lid of the toilet and slowly began to slip Ryou's white T-Shirt over his head.

"Tristan, what are you doing?"

"We're taking a bath."

"Together?"

"We've done everything else, its not like we've... never seen each other. It was only 3 hours ago."

Ryou's face darkened into a blush. He pulled away and stood quickly, unbuttoning his own pants.

"Tristan.. the more we do.. the harder it is to explain later.. "

Hands slipped around his waist, a small trail of kisses rained down the bare skin of his back. "Then lets make this moment last.."

"Tristan please!"

"Ryou, why not enjoy every second we have. When Duke finds out, we wont have another chance-"

Ryou struggled against him. "I hope Duke hates you."

...hatred...

The arms left him, his back cooled against the air.

Minutes passed in silence. He turned and plugged the tub, the water filling slowly.

Tristan sat hunched on the bed, his head down, his eyes staring out the window at a few birds playing in the dust.

The soft padding of feet against the carpet did nothing to wake him from his daze.

Ryou kneeled on the bed, resting his head against Tristan's back.

Ryou opened his mouth to speak, but words already filled the air.

"I hope Duke hates me. I never deserved his love, I never deserved any love-"

"That's not tr-"

"I hope that Yugi and Joey hate me. I hope Bakura hates me.. I.." His voice grew soft and hoarse. "I hope you hate me too."

Ryou eyes twitched back and forth sadly.

"Stop thinking Tristan." he said pulling Tristan down onto the bed. "Stop thinking."

He rubbed Tristan's brown hair, massaging his scalp.

"Take a bath with me please."

Tristan's sharp olive green eyes opened quickly.

"Nothing has to happen. Just.. please." Ryou asked quietly.

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Tristan's back rested against the tiles opposite to the faucet. Ryou turned it off, and looked at Tristan with his large brown eyes.

He slowly rubbed a small white washcloth against the taller boy's knee.

"Sit up please."

Tristan obeyed. Ryou rubbed Tristan's chest, his head bowing slightly to kiss the muscles under his skin.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Tristan asked back.

Ryou leaned against him. "Why don't you eat?"

"I eat."

"You're skinny, I can see your bones."

"You're not one to talk."

"I'm smaller than you, and mine don't stick out."

A pause. "Why are you asking all of a sudden?"

Ryou's hand began moving again, rubbing his shoulders.

"What makes you sad?"

"Nothing." was his curt reply. "What's with the questions?"

"Do you miss your dad?"

"I'm not gonna answer any of your questions if you don't tell me why you're asking. And what about my dad?"

"Joey said you had a dad. Do you miss him?"

"Yeah.."

"Does it make you sad?"

"A little... maybe.."

Ryou pushed Tristan's shoulders down, the water swallowed him.

Tristan pushed against Ryou's arms, but Ryou held him down.

He blinked up at the small white haired boy blearily. His chest constricted as his need of breath grew worse.

'..Why Ryou..?'

Fear swelled in the back of his head. Was Ryou.. drowning him? ..and why wasn't he fighting back..

He closed his eyes... maybe it'd feel better this way.. to be dead...

He opened his eyes to see Ryou descending on him.

The water rippled above their faces, Ryou's own was framed in a forest of white strands.

"..I love you Tristan.."

The words echoed loudly in their ears, the water medium amplifying every last one.

Tristan's mouth opened. The last of his air escaping, pushing themselves to the surface, their own wishes selfish.

Fear made him push up against the boy's chest with his own, his arms pressing against the tub's floor.

He surfaced and gasped, breathing the air in deeply.

"Ryou! Wh-"

The other boy pressed his lips against Tristan's fiercely. Ravenous.

He pushed them beneath the surface again but let his foot catch the plug to release it.

They surfaced and dove consecutively. Every kiss meeting the air above to dissolve its intensity.

When the water rested around the lower one's ears, Ryou sat back and turned the shower on.

The rain poured down on them..

..as they made love once again..

"..Ryou…"

...Tristan gasped as he submitted himself..

To be continued…

I would like to mention one thing… Looking at Otogi makes me sick to my stomach because of the way I have treated him… I know I should not let fiction affect me so much, but I want you to know that I am not that heartless… heheh

Note to Molly-chan: Yes, I think I will consider being a misunderstood villain.. it was actually one of my many goals I had… (isn't that pathetic?)

Anyways… hope you weren't too scared.. and guess what. Yugi gets issues as does Yami!