- Another Chance -
Author: PlAiN-ahsie-SiMpLe
Beta: sadisticdarkbitch (that's sadistic (underscore) darkbitch)
Warnings for this chapter: generally safe for 13 / 14 and above, explicit language (curses, swears etc)
Sorry I'm taking really long to update. But as you all can see, I update every once in between a month or 2 1/2weeks. So well, I'll try to speed thing up, taking Moondalian as an example (I wanna be able to update loyally like you!).
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Yu Gi Oh or its characters, however this storyline is MINE.
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And now, on with it n.n
- Chapter 4: With Dawn It Brings A New Beginning -
The sound of a distant alarm clock reached Jou's ears as he climbed off the black bicycle, wheeling it to the main newspaper stand, leaning it against one side of the structure. A tired sign escaping his lips as he shut his eyes for a short moment, allowing the morning sounds of birds chirping in the trees and the sizzling of food cooking wash over him.
Entwining his fingers together then turning his palms to face skywards, he brought them up and above his head, stretching the muscles of his arms. The blond then held onto one of his shoed foot, his arm reaching behind his back to hold the foot at hip level, one knee bent making him balance on one leg. Slowly bending down, still on one leg, Jou touched the cement floor with his other hand. He did the same this time holding the other foot.
"Warming up there Jou?" a kind motherly voice called from somewhere to the front left of said teen. With both feet back on the solid dirty cement ground, Jou looked ahead to see Mrs. Yamato leaning against the same wall the black bicycle was leaning on, a slim hand resting on her rounded tummy. A smile crept onto his exhausted face, savoring the feeling of being loved whenever he was in Mrs. Yamato's presence.
"Nah, more like warming down actually" Jou replied moving forward to stand closer to the jet-black haired young mother, his trade-mark grin adorning his features. Nadeshiko Yamato looked up at the boy, despite her being years his senior, she was a half a head shorter than him. Well, she was rather short to begin with. Her pregnancy had given her a more mature and motherly look; compared to the immature and carefree look she used to have a year back when she first met Jou.
"Well then, what are you waiting for standing here behind the stand? Trying to kill time lazy bum?" Mrs. Yamato said teasingly, peering at Jou beneath her short raven bangs, wagging her finger at him accusingly. This woman loved joking with the brown eyed ruffian. Something about the way he reacted when teased entertained her, so here we have someone who would look out for opportunities to do so, such as now.
"Hey!" Jou shouted in protested, stepping forward a pout on his face as he glared accusingly at the pregnant woman. "I only just came back from paper route, my legs are aching because of that damned uphill private property area, and I'm hungry!" Jou exclaimed, giving up his angry frown for a cute pout at the last two words.
Mrs. Yamato laughed, the sound melodious, lighting her face up as she slowly pushed herself off the wall to stand on her wooden Japanese shoes, sock-clad feet. Reaching up with one hand, she playfully ruffled Jou's golden tresses, as messy and disheveled it seemed to look like, Mrs. Yamato was always amazed at how soft and silky they actually were.
"Come on in 'Son'," she said, beckoning him to enter the little back room of the main newspaper stand. 'Son', as she had used to call Jou, was rather of a pet name, seeing how close Jou and Mrs. Yamato were. Mr. Yamato had initiated the affectionate name calling at first.
The cute pout that was still on his face faded away giving in to a cherry smile as Jou helped Mrs. Yamato up the few steps, holding her hand, helping to support the extra weight gained from the now 5 months pregnancy.
SL-AM Ryou's bedroom door slammed open, if not for the high quality of the materials, it surely be knocked off its hinges. Angry, ragged breathing came from the doorway.
"Ryoooooou" a menacing voice called out in a singsong tone, a chuckle filled with malevolence came soon after. After taking another swig from the beer bottle in his hand, a frighteningly familiar figure stumbled toward the young one.
'Not again. No. Not again.' Ryou thought, his eyes widening further as he backed into the headboard. Tears threatening to cloud his vision as Bakura loomed forward, an unnerving grin on his shadowed features.
A whimper, another chuckle, and the nightmare starts.
The sound of breaking glass came right next to the shivering youth frozen on the bed. Wincing as the loud piercing sound impaired his hearing temporarily. In the next split second, Ryou found himself on the floor toppling over in shock.
Why did his Yami have to get so addicted to liquor he didn't know, all he knew was that it had a bad effect of him. Well, didn't alcohol make people act in ways they never would when sober. For Bakura, he'd turn into a maniacal psychopath that acted rather violently to the only person he would ever care about.
"Ryou?" Bakura called out again, a puzzled tone in his voice. Ryou's breath hitched, as he tried to scamper away from where he was, right in-front of the drunk at his feet. Ryou moved one way and Bakura moved another, and by some bad luck, they bumped into each other.
"Where is my Ryou!" Yami Bakura sneered at Ryou's face, hoisting him up by the collar of his green turtleneck when he saw Ryou's crouching form. Confusion wrote itself on Ryou's knitted eyebrows. 'I am Ryou' he thought staring blankly at Bakura, looking at him more closely, Ryou noticed how his eyes would zoom in and out of focus, his whole body swaying slightly as he held onto the smaller boy.
'He's really drunk' Ryou thought again as Bakura swayed once more dropping him suddenly to the ground, looking around frantically for the 'Ryou' that he 'couldn't' see.
"WHERE is he! WHAT did you do to him?" Bakura said, his voice gaining in volume and rageas he stepped closer to Ryou who was backing away. Bakura's eyes which were normally a light purple and brownish hue were now blood red. The anger in his eyes increased rapidly, while tendrils of shadow magic energy created an intimidating aura around him.
"Y-yami, I am Ry-"
"WHERE IS HE!" Bakura hollered interrupting Ryou as he swung a fist blindly and it connecting with Ryou's stomach. Pain flashed across the younger boy's features before he landed on the floor with a thud.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!" Bakura yelled in Ryou's face, grabbing him roughly, holding his slender arms in a death grip. Large eyes squeezed themselves shut in pain, a whimper escaping him. Ryou didn't bruise that easily, but with the amount of pressure Bakura was applying, he was sure it would be bruised in the morning.
"Yami!" Ryou called out, hoping to reach his drunken, darker half, but to no avail, not even his own Hikari's voice could snap him out of his drunken state. Glazed over blood red eyes stared at him, gripping harder unfeelingly. "YAMI!" he tried again, suddenly he was flying through the air hitting a wall upon impact. Grimacing, Ryou turned to look up at Bakura.
Slap A large heavy hand came flying towards Ryou's face, then a sharp stinging pain was felt at his right cheek. Soft chocolate eyes flew open as tears came to those eyes. Bakura had slapped Ryou, though he was drunk, and didn't recognize Ryou at the moment, Bakura's actions still hurt Ryou inside. There was something about having been slapped at that had a stronger effect on ones' heart than the physical self.
Bakura raised his hand again, Ryou was ready for this and raised his arms up to protect his face and neck. Thonk The pain hard and heavy above his right ear on his head, apparently Bakura decided to knock Ryou's head with his knuckles instead.
"Ooow!" Ryou yelped, before he could recover, Bakura has landed a kick in his abdomen earning an 'ooof' from Ryou as he doubled over falling to his knees. Another punch came sailing into his shoulder, a kick to his back, another hard punch to his side.
Ryou couldn't make any sounds anymore; he was on the brink of loosing unconsciousness, his vision zoning in and out of focus. Bakura screamed something incoherent before giving one last sharp kick, a sickening crack, and he stormed out of the bedroom.
Ryou gasped out, his eyes rolling back tears brimming in them threatening to spill. Gasping over again, trying to fill his lungs with the needed oxygen. Rolling over, Ryou got to his knees, breathing harshly.
Why did his Yami have to be like that, Ryou could never tell, from the moment his dark revealed himself to Ryou, their mental link had a locked and bolted barrier between them, Ryou felt incomplete like that. He had gotten used to the feeling, but that didn't mean he liked it.
Every time, after something like this happened, and when Ryou finally lost unconsciousness, he would float over to the barrier, and lean against it. His heart throbbing with pain echoing the pain in his body, he'd bang on the door yelling for Bakura, he'd pound on it until his hands bled, till he lost his voice. No matter how much he begged or cried, Yami Bakura would never open the barrier.
Regaining his breath, Ryou struggled up despite his body screams of protests. The shouting and crashing sounds that were coming from outside came to a stop, followed by the sound of someone flopping down to the ground.
Yami? Ryou tried calling out. Daijoubu?
No response
Heh, well, hell would have frozen over if Bakura had responded over the link. Limping outside, Ryou grabbed a thick white blanket from his cupboard on the way out. Bakura lay on the floor of the living room, sprawled out next to the sofa set, half his body resting on it. Sighing, Ryou somehow managed to drag his yami's body onto the sofa.
"Where?... Ryou…" Bakura muttered in his sleep, a frown on his features, his breath reeked of alcohol. Sighing again, Ryou placed the blanket over his dark's body, tucking him in.
"Bakura?" Ryou called out loud, and through his mind link, knocking on the barrier, a coldness engulfing his heart every time he faced it. Bakura merely grunted and snuggled deeper into the covers. Sighing Ryou leaned down, kissing his yami's forehead, staying there for a while, enjoying the feel of his yami breathing beneath him. Knowing he'd never get to be this close to his dark when the other was awake and sober. Sighing again Ryou pushed back, not noticing a few drops of blood dripping onto the blanket, and the slight smudge of blood on Bakura's forehead.
Retreating back into his room, Ryou didn't bother to change out of his green turtle neck and short blue CK boxers, both of which had blood stains on them, just throwing himself onto the covers falling into unconsciousness.
Yami watched his Hikari enter the kitchen yawing, looking so damn cute when he did so. Yugi walked slowly, taking small steps, Yami couldn't help but frown at this strangeness as the bacon sizzled in the pan. Sitting himself down, Yugi squirmed a good deal before giving up, grabbing a seat pillow and settling on it. Yami raised his eyebrows spooning the bacon, eggs and baked beans onto a plate, then going over to the table and placed it down in front of Yugi.
"Is anything the matter?" Yami asked as Yugi picked up a fork and spoon, looking up, his wide amethyst eyes staring imploringly at Yami, cuteness and innocence radiating off him.
"Hmmm?" Yugi sounded, he had just spooned some beans into his mouth, the utensil still at his lips.
"You were squirming a good deal just now," Yami tried again, putting a bowl of fresh strawberries, grapes and apple slices down, picking up a can of whipped cream, squirting a generous amount into another bowl. Yugi's face turned a deep red fuchsia when Yami mentioned him squirming.
"Uuuuuuhm, well, I'm just, well, aaaaahh…" Yugi tried getting the question out, only resulting in the blush on his cheeks getting darker and darker.
Seeing that Yugi was not making any sense with his words, Yami decided to pry into his light's memories. Peeping slightly Yami saw a glimpse of last night's events, the rough pounding he did onto his light, no prep, no lube. The screams and moans. The-
It was Yami's turn to blush now, the blush not really suiting the mature face of the pharaoh.
"Aaah," Yami started, settling down beside his light with his own plate of food. "Sorry, does it still hurt aibou?" Yami said, the blush leaving his cheeks, but not leaving Yugi's.
"Uhm, well, walking hurts a little, and sitting well, uuh…" Blushing even darker, if that was possible, ducking his head down staring at his sock-clad feet.
Yami leaned down, and sneaked a kiss on his hikari's cheek, easily placing his hand on his lights abdomen, caressing the area slowly.
Gomen, ne. Yuugi Yami said softly thru his link, letting a warm healing energy seep out of his hand, soaking into his lights abdomen. Yugi's eyes fluttered to a close at the comforting feeling, the soreness and pain fading away with each passing second.
"Arigato, Yami." Yugi whispered leaning against his dark's chest, breathing deeply, regaining his breath as the pain dissipated. Yami's hand didn't leave his tummy, instead the other hand reached out for a strawberry, dipping it in the cream and offering it to his hikari's thin cute lips.
Giggling Yugi opened his lips licking the cream a bit, Yami's breath hitched. Yugi then opened his mouth wider, taking in half the berry, sucking on it then slowly biting it.
Yuugi… You better stop that Yami said breathlessly through his mind link
Stop what? Yuugi asked innocently, licking the berry again.
Stop the way you are eating the strawberries or I might just be taking you right here on the breakfast table Yami gasped when his lights tongue licked at the cream off his fingers, images of last night, only this time replayed on the table in front of them flooded the link.
Yugi, seeing what his Yami was talking about 'eeeped' and his blush returned full force, pulling away from Yami's fingers. Yugi stared at his eggs and bacon before wolfing them down and rushing off to school, the front door slamming.
Creak, patter patter patter… Smooch... Zoom Slam
Jou rubbed his hands in glee, a steaming bowl of beef ramen in a hot and spicy soup, complete with vegetables and half a hard-boiled egg. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the smells of the food that lay in front of him, gazing at the yellow, red, and orange colors of the soup, the deep brown of the beef, the pale white-yellow of the noodles. The green veggies and white and yellow egg, Jou drooled, literally,on the table.
Thonk "Don't drool silly! Eat up already!" Ms. Yamato knocked him on the head passing Jou a pair of blue chopsticks and a matching soup spoon. She grinned at the image Jou made, it was like a traveler lost in the desert who had suddenly stumble on an oasis.
"It-taakimaaaasu!" Jou called out, picking up the bowl Jou took a long deep sip of the soup, placing it back down on the table with a slurp and an 'Aaaaaaaaahh'. With his chopsticks, he picked up a mouth full of noodles bringing it high up, the steam radiating off the bouncy noodles in white-gray tendrils. Blowing slightly, Jou put the chopsticks into his mouth, and slurped all the noodles in, looking like a human vacuum cleaner.
Leaning back, Jou allowed the tastes to invade his senses as he closed his eyes. The chewy texture of the noodles melted slowly in his mouth, blending well with the spicy creamy taste of the soup. Chewing for a few seconds, Jou swallowed and punched the table top. Jou stared at Mrs. Yamato with wide, tearing eyes.
"Oooooiiiissshiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Jou exclaimed, his voice sounding like that off a high-school girl squealing. "Honto ni, oooooooiiissshhiiiiiiiii!" Tears poured down his cheeks like rivers as he expressed his overwhelming gratitude for the ramen. Ms. Yamato just shook her head, chuckling at Jou's antics.
"Just eat up you poor deprived child," She said grinning weirdly, then leaned towards Jou smiling. Jou was more than happy to oblige, and started to dig in.
"Oohaaayooooogozaaiii—" Crash Pang Boom
The sounds came surrounding him suddenly as he entered the main office of the hospital building. Malik blinked once, then twice, then repeatedly but it still didn't help kick the sleep dust away. Looking up slowly, a dazed expression on Malik's face as he stood facing his fuming Yami.
Wait, fuming was an understatement, Marik no Yami had bags under his eyes, a demented look on his face, his breathing in pants, steam coming out of his ears and nostrils. His usually tan skin had turned a darker shade of deep red.
"Haaaa?" Blink blink
"AAAAAAARRRGGGHHHH!" The desk phone flew and met its fate with the concrete wall behind Malik. A broken splinter flew back in the opposite direction; one particular large sharp shard flew by Malik's neck.
"Aaahh?" Malik said, his blurry sleep fogged head felt a jolt somewhere, but his brain didn't register. Marik had proceeded to pick up the latest installment of the range of Fujitsu laptop, about to send in crashing, meeting the same fate as the phone. Something in Malik snapped, all his important documents and records which he had uploaded and saved into, which was why he was so zoned out this morning, he had bloody hell stayed up till 3am in the morning.
"Yamiii!" Malik was taking hold of his dark within the split second, his lithe hands grabbing the laptop from his dark's vicious hands hugging it protectively to his chest. Dazed, Malik placed the laptop into it's protective casing and into a drawer, in a half-sleep trance.
Without warning, a chair flew into the air, it hit the wall opposite Malik, but being plastic, it didn't break, it bounced of the wall, and came flying straight towards Malik. The young doctor just stared, his brain not getting the signals of danger as the chair came closer and closer to him.
Thump. A few seconds later, a stunned Hikari was on the floor.
"Uuunnh!" Was the sound that came from Malik, finally his brain sent the messages of pain to his body. Malik felt his head throbbing where the chair had hit him; he also noted a sharp stinging pain at the side of his neck. Groaning, Malik tried to get up only to have his sense of sight swaying.
"Malik!" His ears registered someone calling him; suddenly strong arms enveloped him, easily hoisting his body up. Malik groaned in response, his head spun even more as the person suddenly picked him up. Grabbing the shirt-clad muscular chest next to him, trying to get balance over his swaying world.
"Iiitaaaaiii" the younger man moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. What in the world hit him, he tried to remember and giving it up as it only worsened his headache. He felt his body being placed onto a soft surface, another's presence settling close next to him. Another groan escaped his lips as he struggled to open his eyes.
Squinting past the bright morning light, he saw a shadow looking over him, slowly as his eyes focused to take in the features of the person. Wild spiky pale blond hair filtered the sunlight creating an odd halo surrounding said person's head, dark tan skin and slanted deep dark violet eyes filled with worry.
"Y-yaamii?" Malik whispered, the sound sounded like a pained mewl, whimpering as he felt another jolt of pain. Damn thing that hit his head, Malik tried to get up only to be push gently down by his dark. Large calloused hands fingered the bruising lump on his light's left forehead; Malik bit back a yelp pressing himself deeper into the plush sofa avoiding the touch which was gentle, yet painful to him.
"W-what hit m-me—ooowww" Malik moaned in pain, seeing his Yami's worried face. Malik's vision began to sway again, he made an unsteady 'Ooooooohh' Grabbing his Yami's arms, his breathing hitching.
Bad, bad, he was loosing it, his grip on his Yami's arms weakening. Darkness began to eat at his vision, darker and darker, he heard someone calling out to him, but that voice faded away as he sunk into unconsciousness.
ToBeContinued
Japanese Word translator
(If I'm wrong in any of these words, please tell me so)
Itai It hurts
Hikari Light (What the darker half's address their lighter half's at times)
Yami Dark (same, vice-versa)
Gomen Sorry
Gomen ne (the 'ne' at the end is just like an addition. It can mean 'right?' or 'ok?' or 'hey?' depending on the word(s) before it)
Ita-kimasu partake (what is usually said before a meal)
Oishii Delicious
Honto ni Really
Daijoubu Are you alright
Ohayogozaimasu the long formal way of saying 'Good morning' you can just say 'Ohayo' (informal).
Aibou Partner
-Requests-
AngleofTheo wants Jou eating Ramen. note to self : Make the damn scene. and I did!
Moondalian wants more detail in the yami x Hikari pairings. So was that enough detail for you? Hehehe : P you had wanted more Marik x Malik, there ya go n.n
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