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I actually.. had fun... ::surprised:: which means i might update more frequently, now that im getting back into it (no promises)
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Chapter XXVII: Wishes Don't Come True
BIG ASS LINE
Yugi held his head in his hands, his eyes scrunched up, his body quivering. Watching Tristan lie in a bed like that, dying in front of his eyes, it made him feel so weak. So alone. What if Yami died tomorrow, he would never know how he felt.
"Yami," he cried. He wanted the pharaoh to hold him, be there for him. "Yami."
Even before the door opened, he could sense he was coming.
"Yugi? What's wrong?" Yami asked hurrying over to his side. "Yugi, talk to me, what's wrong?"
He was going to say it. He had to tell Yami how he felt about him, before it was too late.
"Yami.. I," He grabbed Yami arm. "I... I'm worried about T-Tristan.."
He couldnt say it. He could never say it, because he could never say goodbye.
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"Ryou, may I come in?" Bakura asked tapping on Ryou's bedroom door. It had been a week since Ryou had been outside. He refused to leave his room, only coming out when Bakura was at work or shopping. He also refused to speak to Bakura, to answer any of his questions. "Ryou? I'm coming in." He said before he pushed opened the door. "Ryou?"
Ryou was gone.
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"Mokuba, would you like to have a friend over to stay tomorrow?" Kaiba asked.
"Why? You going out?"
"Well, yes. I have some matters to attend to-"
"With Joey I mean." Mokuba gave him a knowing grin. When his big brother didnt answer, Mokuba said, "You should be nicer to him Big Brother. He really adores you."
"Adores?" Kaiba snorted. "I wouldnt say that."
"Well, that's how it looks to me." Mokuba said flipping the page in his magazine. "Just take him out to eat after work or something."
Kaiba typed away at his laptop. "Mokuba, that may be all romantic or whatever you're aiming at, but I need to keep a low profile for awhile."
"Why?"
"Well," Kaiba started to explain. "I'm surprised that the papers and news havent said anything yet about Wheeler and I lately. I should have thought better than to go to a school dance. Our brilliant scholar Joeseph Wheeler decided to kiss me in front of everyone. I'm surprised I havent been pinned with questions by the media."
"He just loves you. What's wrong with that?"
"Better worded, what's wrong with the world? I'm probably going to lose a lot of business partners because they dont want to deal with a gay man." Kaiba's typing stopped for a moment. "Mokuba, I must say that I'm sorry that I've put you in such a spot. I should have known better than to get involved with someone."
"I'm not mad at you for dating Joey. Joey's my friend and I'm glad you guys are together."
"You may say that now, but not when everyone finds out about me. You will probably be teased and bullied for being the brother of a high profile faggot." Kaiba said bitterly. "For your sake I should have kept it hidden."
Mokuba stood up angrily, tossing his magazine to the floor. "I dont care what they say about you, I will always love you! I already get teased and bullied as it is, I dont see how it can get wor...se..." He hadnt meant to mention that.
"Bullied? Kids at school bully you? Why didnt you tell me?"
"Its not bad or anything." Mokuba said defensively. "Its not like its everyday or anything, it only happens every now and then." This wasnt going right. "Plus I always my friends at my back, they always defend me." Friend. He didnt have more than one friend, but Seto didnt need to know that.
Kaiba seemed to sway with the friends comment. "I knew I should have gotten you a private tutor."
"No way! What would I do without Erik?!" He said that too passionately.
"Erik?"
"My bbest friend.." More like boyfriend... well, actually both... It was difficult.
Kaiba closed his laptop and set it aside. "What do they say, these bullies."
"Um," Fag. Faggot. Homo. Butt-bandit. "Shorty, crap like that. Wimpy. Sissy," That one was a true one. "Nothing life threatening, just dumb kid stuff." He hoped his brother was tired and in a denser mood than usual. He hoped he wouldnt pick up on anything.
"Well, if it turns into anything else. I want you to tell me alright."
Mokuba nodded his fake promise. "Of course Big Brother!"
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"I know you're awake so stop pretending."
Tristan opened his eye slowly.
"Now that I have you trapped, I want you to explain everything to me. And no use saying its a long story, I've got all the time in the world."
Tristan sighed and begun from the beginning, way back before he met Duke.
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"Where are you going?" Malik called from the kitchen as Bakura walked by in a hurry.
"Out."
"But I was just cooking dinner! I'm making roast!"
Bakura stopped by the doorway. "You've been here all day right?"
Malik nodded happily. "Of course! Have you seen the house? I spent all day clean-"
"When did Ryou leave?" Bakura interupted.
Jelousy boiled in Malik's stomach. "How the hell should I know?! I spent the whole day cleaning and cooking for you, and all you can talk about is Ryou?! What about me?!" Malik threw his apron on the counter. "Why is he so important? He's a fuckin' whore!" he screamed.
Bakura crossed the floor in three strides and had Malik by the hair. "Dont you dare call him that again." He said in a low controlled voice.
"He's a whore and you know it." Malik hissed.
Before Malik could utter another word, Bakura threw him into the counter and onto the floor. "You're the one whoring around here. I didnt ask you to come." He left in a huff and Malik heard the front door slam hard and the truck squealing out of the driveway.
"Fuck them both." Malik said rubbing his scalp. "Fuck them both.."
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Bakura had no idea where to begin looking. He had tried before to find out what Ryou did in his freetime after school but he never found out. It had to be something he wouldnt approve of because Ryou would get so defensive about it.
The only thing he could think of was that guy that called claiming to be Ryou's boyfriend. Well, one of them anyways. But what was his name... something dumb. Silver, Sterling, Snake? ... Fang? He couldnt remember... it wasnt a normal name though. More like a nickname, a street name. Somehow behind his back Ryou had gotten involved with a gang, well, maybe not.
He continued to think through possible names. Knife? ...that was closer he thought. Blade... Razor? Razor! That was it. The guy he had to find was Razor. But who would he ask? Who would know? What if he was a nobody.
He doubted that Ryou would have his cell phone on, but he pulled out his own and dialed anyways. There was a pause before he heard the ringing. But it wasnt coming from inside the earpiece of his phone, but from inside the glove box.
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Duke held his feelings in. He wouldnt cry anymore for Tristan. It was over. It was over since a long time ago.
The room was silent for a long time after Tristan had finished telling him about getting drunk and riding out into the rain.
After a long time, Tristan said, "I bet you wished I would have died, right?" He gave a fake laugh. Duke didnt say anything. Tristan's laughter quickly died. "I know I do."
"That's not funny." Duke said calmly.
"I suppose not." Neither of them said anything again for awhile. "But still, it would have been a better ending.." He wasnt asking for Duke to agree with him this time. He meant for it to stand alone.
"I wouldnt have been satisfied." Duke said picking at a thread on his pant leg.
"No, no you wouldnt have." Tristan pulled his mouth into a forced grin. He blinked a few times. "Then you wouldnt have had the pleasure of killing me with your own hands-"
"I'll kill you now if you dont stop joking around about this! You tried to kill yourself and all you can do is say stuff like this?!" Duke screamed at him. "Dont you care about my feelings at all?! You just go off and do something dumb like this and you leave me behind to pick up the pieces! You dont care at all!"
Tristan's eyes shone brightly in the light. They were glossy and wet. He stilled the muscles in his body and willed himself to let go.
"I knew that I could never say sorry-"
"You didnt even try."
Pain choked Tristan's throat. "I thought that maybe if I died, you would be happy, because I would be dead. That maybe you could forget.. forget that I was ever alive."
Duke gripped the chair's arm tightly, a single tear escaping his eyes. "How could I forget? How could I forget the man I love?"
Tristan looked the other way, he couldnt watch Duke cry anymore, not because of him. His voice cracked. "Loved. The man you once loved."
Duke's lip quivered, his eyebrows knitting together. "What?"
"Maybe you should go." Tristan said.
"What did you say-"
"Go!"
He did.
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Bakura returned home. Without Ryou. 'Home,' he thought, 'my home is where Ryou is.'
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Would a Mr. Joeseph Wheeler please report to the office. I repeat, would Mr. Wheeler please report to the office immediately. The intercomm gave a final beep.
The class interupted in hoots and cheers.
"Good job Joey. What'd you do this time?" A few guys said congraduating him.
"Dont know but I guess I'll find out." He said grinning. He gave Yugi, Tea, Duke, Yami and Kaiba the thumbs up. Only Duke half-heartedly flashed him one back. Yugi looked like he was going to go into shock, Tea was glaring, Yami looked stern. Duke didnt really care, and Kaiba flat-out ignored him.
'Oh whatever.' He thought. 'Bunch of party poopers.'
He took his time getting to the office, nonchalantly walking down the hall. When he opened the office door, he was shocked to see Serenity, his father, and even his mother in the waiting area. Serenity was nearly hysterical, sobbing into their mother's arms. His father looked tired and his eyes were slightly red. His mother had a distant look on her face.
"Joeseph," His mother said noticing his presence, "We need to go to the hospital, your friend.." She trailed off. Serenity cried louder.
"What, What happened to Tristan?!"
TBC
Somehow this fic revolves around Ryou, Bakura, Duke, and Tristan. It is(was) a SETO JOEY FUC!! (fic hehe)
Some reason these people are the easiest to mess with.. hehe.. fun
there are bound to be a LOT of spelling/punc. errors... DAMN THE SYSTEM... maybe i'll check it...
::checked but damn thing put it all back to how it was... so deal... hey, this is narrative... darnit.. not my usual parenthesis::
you all know how i feel about spelling... but im going to ignore that for now, just for you guys mehehe