This is a very short chapter, barely one at all but I felt so bad for not updating lately (having a Harry Potter obsession at the moment)
Anyways, thanks to: steel-angel-wing-weaver, Molly-chan the Anime/Game fan, FREAK014, yukii, Ranma Higurashi, reviewer from hell, Gothic Angel, Smarty1, QueenOfGames2 for their wonderful reviews !
QueenOfGames2: You don't even KNOW what you're review meant to me (it was so nice to be complimented like that it hurt, that pain you get in your throat) anyways, I'm being too dramatic (everyone's reviews mean A LOT to me!!)
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Anyways, as always you know I'm going to say, "I hate this chapter" once again, its probably not best, I had another part to it, but I think Zei (pokes) deleted it on accident when I was writing at her house) ehehe
Anyways, hope you enjoy, and PS: QuickEdit or whatever is evil!! It deletes my LINES!!!
Disclaimer: (haven't had one on here for forever) Seriously…
Update: 6-29/30-04
Chapter XXII: I wanna Rescue You
Tristan picked up the phone slowly.
"What?" he asked, his voice tired and groggy.
He had just laid down an hour ago for the night. The time was well pasted two in the morning, and he was getting phone calls?!
No one answered his query.
"Who is it?" He was getting irritated.
Just as he was going to yell and cuss at his offender, he heard soft crying on the other side of the phone.
Memories flashed through his head as if on a projector.
"..Duke?" he asked softly.
The crying grew more turbulent. The moans more pained.
"Duke? Is that you? Is someone hurting you?" Suddenly all notions of sleep were dispelled.
His heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
"Where are you, I'm comin-"
"Tristan!"
It was a single pained cry, all the strength Tristan's phone companion had was put into that one word.
He held the phone close.
"Help..help..! Help me!"
"Hold on.." he whispered his comfort.
He hung up the phone briskly and ran to the door, he had been too tired to change or even take off his clothes earlier, which he was thankful for now. He just hoped he had enough strength.
He revved his bike and drove off towards the low income district.
His anger seemed to fuel his motorcycle as he pushed his luck on the empty streets, never knowing when a pair of flashing lights would appear behind him.
He couldn't describe his anger, there was no way he could grasp it long enough to categorize it.
He almost threw his bike onto the ground, pausing long enough to kick its stand down. He sprinted to the door, nearly kicking the door in. As he did so, he was met with something entirely different to what he had imagined.
During the entire ride to the apartment, he was readying himself to go head to head with a crazed Bakura. He was sure that Ryou was calling because Bakura was beating on him once again, finding out about their tryst, and Ryou, breaking away only momentarily to cry to him for help..
...but he sure hadn't expected this..
Ryou was crouched over Bakura.. who laid lifeless at the bottom of the stairs..
He looked up quickly, tears carving deep streambeds on his face.
"Oh my god Tristan.. I killed him.. I killed Bakura..!"
Tristan didn't move.. he couldn't..
Bakura... was dead..?
Duke kept his eyes closed in vain, trying to will away the cursed sun that draped itself over him in a sheet of warmth.
His bed was empty save himself. His uncle had retired to the living room after breakfast, Duke was basically waiting for the hours to trickle away 'til the end.
He heard birds chirping outside of his window, he cursed them. He cursed every happy being.
He was alone, his mother was leaving. He refused to leave his bed, its not like he could leave anyways, his uncle wouldn't let him.
He was stuck. Stuck in mess of mud and blood.
Joey woke up on his own surprisingly, but, being Joey, he turned to roll over and go back to sleep. He would have, if there hadn't been a body there.
A boy body..
He blinked at his mate for a long while. Finally, his morning stupor wearing off, he leaned down and kissed him along his jaw line. Kaiba began to stir as Joey nibbled his ear lightly.
"What are you doing?" Kaiba asked blinking back his sleep.
"Having breakfast."
Joey leaned down and captured Kaiba's lips. Kaiba gave no resistance, within a few seconds, Joey could feel Kaiba pulling him closer.
This was.. new.
Joey found that Kaiba was more relaxed in the morning.. and easily excited.
Normally Joey would complain saying that it was too early for much movement and any activity. But this wasn't just any activity, he was gonna score in a minute if it kept progressing like it was.
Kaiba was excited, he could feel it pressing against his leg, and that wasn't just from getting up.
He was excited and he wasn't afraid to show it either.
Joey was still a little tired, but he was waking up at a remarkable speed, then again, who wouldn't?
"You're so beautiful in the morning." Joey whispered in his ear.
Kaiba wrapped his arms around the blond's neck. He yawned and gave Joey a funny little look.
"I wanna play Joey."
Joey felt bad taking advantage of Kaiba when he was out of it, it was almost as though he was drunk.
But Joey just couldn't restrain himself.
Kaiba gave a little laugh when Joey started to slip his boxers off.
He was feeling worse. Kaiba was so.. odd... he had to be still half asleep, there was no way he would let Joey just do this if he was coherent.
Joey found there was little connection to his brain and his body so early in the morning, especially given the circumstances.
Just as he was about to undress himself, the phone rung frantically on its stand.
To be continued...
Okay, next chapter, more characters, and a little more competition for Ryou!!
After that, MOKUBA comes back!! And so does ERIK!!
More Yami and Seth/Seto coming up too! (just for you yukii )
Oh hey, this doesn't matter, but my nephew's birthday is tomorrow… er.. I mean in 2 minutes! Ahahah!
Anyways, see you later! And please review!