- Another Chance -
Author: PlAiN-ahsie-SiMpLe
Beta: sadisticdarkbitch (that's sadistic (underscore) darkbitch)
Warnings for this chapter: Explicit language
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Yu Gi Oh or its characters, however the storyline is MINE.
Thank you all that reviewed me, or read my ficcy!
Thank you!
And now, on with it nn
- Chapter 5: Things are not always as what they seem -
"Thanks for breakfast!" Jou called out, waving to the couple across the street. Spinning on his heel, he began a slow jog towards school, humming a tune.
Jou couldn't help but smile; he loved school really, though he would sooner rip his favorite shirt than admit it out loud. No matter how playful or rowdy he may seem outwards, Jou knew the importance of having an education.
Besides, if he really paid attention to what the teacher said, he found that he could easily get it. The only problem was, by the time school started, he usually starts feeling sleepy and tired, and paying attention took a great deal of concentration which Jou lacked. The energy, which he had used up, having woken up before dawn and cycled around more that half of Domino delivering papers.
Truth be told, when his parents were still together and they were a happy family, he was a top student. Jou would always laugh at the thought of him being in the top 5 of his class, which was the best class of the standard ranking. Well, about 6 years ago being able to even top his class was no joke. It was a visible goal that Jou had indeed achieved on several occasions.
Jou sighed as he turned his gaze to the sky, wisps of white smudging the deep red-orange hues that painted the earth's ceiling. How he missed those days, when his only worry was pleasing his parents.
Dual colored eyes blinked open, glaring at the sunshine that poured into the living room. Living room The spiky haired man thought. How the hell did I get here?
Bakura sniffed, a scent tickled his nostrils. The familiar iron scent - of blood. The scent was really faint, but really close as Bakura sniffed again, still in his reclined position under the thick white blanket on the couch.
Bakura didn't move but merely looked around him, trying to find the source of the scent. He didn't feel any pain so the blood wasn't from his body either. At times when you look everywhere but still can't find the answer, what you seek is usually right underneath your nose. Raising an eyebrow, Bakura looked down at the white cloth the covered his chest.
One, two, three, four, five red colored circular shapes painted the cloth, varying in size; the smallest being a sprinkle, the largest being a glob the size of his thumb. Bakura sniffed the stained blanket frowning. The scent of the blood was familiar to him. Sticking out the tip of his tongue, Bakura licked at the dried blood; tasting it, allowed Bakura to know who the person was.
An image of Ryou filled his head. Bakura gasped, the most recent memories of his light at the time the blood dripped came flooding in his head. Since the owner of said blood was his other half and recognizing the blood by taste had triggered an onslaught of visualized memories.
"Ooow!" Ryou yelped, before he could recover, Bakura has landed a kick in his abdomen earning an 'ooof' from Ryou as he doubled over whimpering and falling to his knees. Ryou gritted his teeth, stopping the scream that his body wanted to let out. Another punch sailing into his shoulder, a kick to his back, another hard punch to his side, Ryou had stuffed his baggy shirt into his mouth muffling the sounds he was making.
Ryou couldn't make any sounds anymore soon after more punches came his way, clawing sharp fingers attacked his body, he was on the brink of loosing unconsciousness, his vision zoning in and out of focus and his breath coming in quick short gasps. Bakura screamed something incoherent again before giving one last sharp kick a sickening crack sounded, and he stormed out of the bedroom.
The memories then shifted scene to the barrier Bakura placed between his mind link with Ryou, a flashback of older memories on Ryou's part.
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Every time, after something like this happened, and when Ryou finally lost consciousness, 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 till his hands bled, till he lost his voice, till he was dried out of tears to cry. No matter how much he begged or cried, Yami Bakura would never open the barrier for him.
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Shit shit shit shit shit. Bakura hated seeing his light like this. Shit!
Yami! Ryou tried calling out. Daijoubu?
Why was he asking is I was okay? Bakura thought, his head in a swirl, why had he hurt his light again?
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.
I was drunk. Bloody fucking shit! I was drunk! Bakura slapped his forehead when he felt the slight smudge of dried blood there too.
"Bakura?" Ryou called out loud, and thru 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 awhile, enjoying the feel of his yami breathing beneath him. Sighing again Ryou pushed back, not noticing a few drops of blood dripping onto the blanket, and the smudge of blood on Bakura's forehead.
Bakura fisted his hair in a death grip, staring at the blood stains on the blanket, and began to think. (Yes he's sober now so he can think) Ryou would have gone to school by now, seeing as the sun was rather high up in the sky, so Bakura decided to clean up the mess he'd made, and then meet up with Ryou at school and apologize to him. That is if he doesn't run away from me.
Getting up, he straightened the living room; luckily, nothing was broken then headed to Ryou's bedroom. Broken glass lay on the bed and the floor next to it, from the looks of the alcohol on the bed head-board, that was where the bottle was thrown. Sweeping the glass away and into the dustpan, Bakura smelled blood again, noting a few specks and drops of it on the bed and on the floor; Ryou's blood.
The image of Ryou banging on his barrier's door filled his head again, crying and begging, pain and agony radiating of his lights lithe body, the air of innocence and fragility emanating of the slender fair haired boy.
Bakura turned his head away; not liking the way that image affected him, making him feel weak, guilty. Quickly getting out of the room, Bakura headed to the kitchen and dumped the contents of the dustpan into the bin. Bending down to pick up the plastic bag holding all the rubbish in the bin and tying it up, Bakura caught the scent of Ryou's blood once more.
Bakura's eyes narrowed, and followed the scent to the laundry basket sitting a meter away from the bin. Getting up from his crouched position, Bakura peered into the rattan basket. Ryou's green knitted turtleneck top and CK shorts caught his eye, being the only clothes in the basket.
Picking them up he gave a closer examination over the fabrics in his hands. Pinching the shoulders of the green top, Bakura opened it up in front of him. The dark red against the emerald green of the material stood out slightly, its color a deep brownish-maroon of dried crusting blood. Dried blood stains on the upper end of the sleeves, on the chest of the top along the neckline, and even on the edges of the hem. Other than that, finger-sized holes and slight tears marred the soft knitted fabric here and there.
Goosebumps came to Bakura's skin as he noticed that the shorts were in the same condition. Dropping the clothes back into the basket, Bakura took a deep breath, and stepped away from the laundry basket.
Thunk! His fist came colliding with the white tiled wall, his chest heaved as his breathing suddenly became ragged and uneven, as if he had just fought a gang fight.
Fucking Damnations! Another punch to the wall, a visible dent already forming on it from the previous punch as Bakura's thoughts continued. I can't even fucking remember what I did! Eyes that were a dark brown earlier tinted with red.
"Aaaaaaarrrrggggh!" Bakura yelled out, fisting his hair in his hands gripping on them mercilessly. If not for his strong roots, he surely would've been bald by now.
"AAAAAARRRGGHHH! RA DAAMNIIT!"
"Mokubaaaaaaaa!" A yell ran through the huge mansion rebounding of the walls of the Kaiba mansion.
"Eeeep!" the high-pitched squeaky sound came from beneath the covers' of the super single race-car styled bed. The small child-like figure under the 'Duel Monsters' print comforter suddenly shot up, scampering out of the bed. One small foot got tangled in the covers tripping the little child.
"Oooof!" Came the sound from the raven-haired boy whom sat, on the floor with his feet still in bed, tangled in a heap of bed sheets and soft thick comforter. Loud footsteps could be heard echoing of the walls. Blue-grey eyes went wide open, the sleep-filled look that just minutes ago leaving without a trace. The footsteps, their sound coming closer and closer, louder and louder, and suddenly they -
Kriiing Kriiing The ring of a cell phone halted them. Said boy sighed in relief as he snapped out of the fear that had frozen him, quickly untangling himself. Thump thump thump, the footsteps began again. With a flutter of the curtains the young boy had dashed over into his adjoined bathroom and slammed the door shut. Thump, one last step, right outside said boy's bedroom door. Creak A head of neatly combed tanned hair poked into the room, peering around with slanted blue eyes.
"Moookubaaaaa?" a deep baritone voice said in a dragging tone, as he pushed open the big oak doors. Inspecting the race-car slash Duel Monster themed bed that looked like a hurricane had hit it; an evil glint came to the older brother's eyes. Signs of a frantic struggle, Seto put two and two together and smirked evilly. Mokuba did not wake up after his three different alarms rang. In fact, if the young brunette's calculations were correct, his dear little brother had only just woken up.
Fsssssshh The sound of water hitting ceramic tiles came, breaking the silence of the west-wing bedroom. Seto turned his head in the direction of where it came from, a lazy smile on his lips. Sauntering over to the far left where a simple navy blue door with a silver western styled handle stood embedded with the walls.
Blue eyes were bright with the glint of mischief, a sly smile to complete the look. Eyeing the heater switch that was fixed onto the wall next to the door's panel, a bit more than 2 meters from the ground. Mokuba always needed a chair to reach it, which was why it was left on during the day and night.
A clothed arm reached out, slender long fingers touched the switch, well-kept and groomed fingernails tapped on it, contemplating.
Click… Fhoosh!
The doors to the bedroom slammed close and a frantic patter of footstep could be heard retreating from the bedroom and down the long stairwell. A few seconds later.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrgghhh! Cold! Cold! COLD! Freezing COOOOOOOOOOLD!" A gasp then a shattering of teeth - Then
"Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-saaamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaa!"
To Be Continued
TBC…
Review Replies:
From: rubisora18117
Good to hear you internet is back n kicking! As for your questions:
Why does a complete stranger have that kind of info on Seto-chan and Moku-chan?
Well, that will be clarified later in the story, that scene is like the 'in the shadows' that will come into light when the climax comes, so you'll have to read on to find out!
The dream was kinda random... Was there a point of having Katsu-kun dreaming about Seto-chan?
The dream, was well, a dream and something more. (And where did you get the idea that I was talking about 'Katsu' and 'Seto'?) What is that something more, a rather interesting something more if I'd say so myself. Stay tuned to find out :P
And the 'hint's of green hair'? I understand why Moku-chan has the hint of green hair, but Seto-chan?
The reason I said 'HINTS' of green hair, is because when I did research on yu-gi-oh characters, that's what they had put down. Green with brown and Green with black. So there, n-n;; sweat-drop
What happened to the randomness that actually will become important later on!
The randomness are not that random actually, sorry if you get confused, but things will WILL clear up later in the story, around maybe at the double digit chapters, maybe later. The randomness are actually the side stories Yeah.
And if you could please specify which random parts are you talking about exactly? (is it the Ryou Bakura scenes?) Then I could give a better answer, thanks : )
Jap words
Nii-sama means Big brother (formal) (( or even Onii-sama))
Nii-chan means Big brother (informal) ((or even Onii-chan))
6 year elementary school (6-12), 3 year middle school (12-15), 3 year high school (15-18)... (Courtesy of Ju Okada, my dear friend I hope your parents didn't kill ya :P)
Alright, so there. I updated, and the fastest yet! How long did I take? What a week? Have to give special thanks to 'Moondalian' for making that deal with me. Thank ya moony! °glomps°
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