Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh, McDonalds, and Coke don't belong to me…The plot of this fic, regardless of how lame it is and all that, belongs to me though. The character Akira, who is the younger brother of Otogi in the fic, mentioned in the previous chapter, is also created by me, and is desperate need of character development.
A/N: Another couple of weeks, another update…I apologize for updating late again, but life has been killing the heck outta me. Good thing that it's a holiday now…Happy Birthday Singapore :P
Thanks to animelover6000, Ku-chyan, and Yamis-girl202 for reviewing:)
Without further ado, the fic…
'…' yami to hikari
"…" hikari to yami
Title: For All of My Life
Author: moony.rj
Pairings: Ryou/Seto, other pairings to be mentioned later on
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe.
Chapter 5 – Thoughts
'So, what are you going to do now?'
Ryou turned away from the glaring computer screen to face his yami, who was standing in his translucent form. This happened occasionally, when the thief had saved enough shadow magic to create a visual replica of himself. However, since the special incantation needed to acquire a real and tangible body was with the Pharaoh, Bakura could not make his make-shift form permanent.
Not that Ryou cared though. Life was nerve-wrecking enough with the spirit even existing. But as time had passed, he could not imagine life without his darker half. It would just be…plain boring.
They were in the study, one of the messiest areas in the house. Books, misplaced cds, and random sheets of paper cluttered the majority of what used to be the floor. However, despite the sheer abundance of rubbish in the area, it remained one of Ryou's favorite places to be, mainly because he found his own form of soothing solitude in the depths of the discarded piles of paper. Well, that was until Bakura would nonchalantly come by and ruin the whole ambience of the place.
The tomb robber nonchalantly flung an envelope that was apparently forced open to the confused albino, who spent five seconds staring at the said envelope before pulling out and reading its contents. What was written there was never what he expected.
Written in a simple but formal font, on a sheet of obviously high-class, expensive paper was…
"Congratulations, Mr. Bakura, you have been…What the hell, I've been employed to Kaiba Corp!"
Chuckling at his light's expected explosive response to his recruitment to what he liked to call the 'devil's factory', Bakura continued, 'You know, most people would actually be at least slightly jubilant to be short-listed to one of the most prestigious companies in Japan…'
"Like hell I'd want to see, much less go back to that perverted molester under my own free will!" Ryou retorted, venom dripping with every word.
'Mmm…I was under the impression that you actually enjoyed that, you know…"
"No way!"
'We share a link, remember?'
"Uhh…"
'See? And I know that you day dreamed about that too on the way home.'
"…"
'I rest my case. My, my, hikari, we've lost our spunk, eh?'
Ryou could not help but sigh at his insufferable dark. Once he was determined to do something, he would stop at nothing to accomplish it, even if it was just a meager task, like shamelessly humiliating Ryou as often as he desired. The teen wondered if it was the spirit's way of showing affection, or that his dark was just, simply put, insane. Usually, one would be inclined to believe the latter.
It was true that Ryou had day dreamed about the heated incident on his way back home, but it was more of a recurring nightmare than anything else, a flashback of sorts. He would have rather not have thought of that at all, if it were up to him. It made his hair rise, even at the subconscious remembrance of it. Who wouldn't? A person's first memory to be molested would definitely haunt him to his dying day.
The albino teen had rushed home after the coke incident with Otogi at McDonalds. Night had fallen before he was even half way home. After taking at least thirty minutes in the shower to completely wash off the sticky sweet liquid from his body, he settled himself in front of his father's ancient computer that seemed to never have been updated for a long time. Needless to say, even computers that were saturated with viruses worked faster than Ryou's. Pity.
Being the ever patient one, however, Ryou resisted the urge to repeatedly whack the modem when the internet connection went down and continuously bang his head against the keyboard, lest some neighbor would think that he was taking part in some unorthodox form of suicide, and alert the some social welfare organization. Hey, it happened before.
The worn-down computer was one of the final vestiges of technology in the Bakura household. Ryou had taken care to save at least his father's old computer from the hands of the sanity-challenged thief, regardless of the fact that if the almost-useless chunk of metal did break down completely, Ryou would have a reason to buy a new one.
That was what he would have done if he was rich. Rich like Seto Kaiba, who was currently on the top of Ryou's personal list of "Top 5 Perverts in Domino that most people should steer clear of, if they value their life". It used to be Pegasus, after Ryou heard about his pedophilia issue.
It freaked the silver haired teen more when Pegasus' alleged wet dreams mostly consisted of young and extremely-feminine male teens, and that Yugi was the one who reported this to him. Where the tri-colour haired teen got that information, he never knew, and had no intention of finding out.
Going back to the present, he had a sense of de ja vu as he clutched the letter in his hand (1). But this time, the seriousness of the situation had gone up.
He, of all people, needed money badly. Seto Kaiba had the money. For the transaction to occur, Ryou had to give Kaiba something that he wanted, a fair exchange, and in this context, it was work. That was the scientific equation of what he was in.
There was an impurity present in the equation, however, and it was Ryou's increasing fear of Kaiba actually harassing him during work. Given how the CEO acted on their previous encounter, there was no saying what he'd do to the seemingly innocent fair skinned boy. Heck, the brunette could do more than that to Ryou, once the albino was working in his building, under his management.
Upon putting everything blatantly this way, the silver haired teen realized that he was in deep shit.
Ryou had a sudden tendency to hurl.
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On the other side of the metropolis, Kaiba Seto was comfortably reclining in front of his study desk in his mansion. A cup of black coffee that was still steaming hot rested on his desk, alongside his precious laptop.
The room was thoroughly furnished with mahogany bookshelves that were filled to the brim with books varying in content from concepts of the Theory of Relativity to the simplest instructions to bake healthy pancakes and muffins. He had Mokuba to thank for that.
The dark haired boy had always unconditionally worried for his older brother's health. Well, having a sibling who slept less than five hours a day and had an incurable addiction to caffeine would make any self-respecting person to worry their pants off, Mokuba included.
A dim light from the city poured through the large glass windows. That was the only source of illumination in the entire room, plus the light from Kaiba's laptop. In addition, the air conditioner was turned on to the coldest possible temperature. That itself simply made the whole room seem eerie, like one found in horror movies, before the spirit or ghoul would appear.
The monotone buzz of typing and an occasional deep-throated sigh was the only sounds to be heard. The young CEO was undoubtedly in his best during the night. Ideas just seemed to rush into his head easily when everything was just plain silent. Period.
It was during the wee hours of the night a few days before when Kaiba decided to take his pale skinned classmate's application seriously. He had heard of the boy's rather penniless financial situation as of late, and judging by the albino teen's usual attire even from Battle City, he decided that the rumors were true. News by word of mouth, he decided, was unexpectedly efficient.
Other than that fact, Kaiba also had the slightest infatuation with Ryou. Emphasis put on the word slightest.
Yes, he admitted, he did have a heart, and had the ability to put it into use as most teens his age would. The young billionaire was just more subtle than most of them.
He did not know when this so called infatuation had been planted, or when it started to bloom into what it was now. All he knew was that he had been having dreams of his docile classmate and fellow duelist in the past few days, and he didn't know why.
Explicit dreams, mind. Fairly realistic as well. Kaiba blamed his vivid imagination for that. Heck, with Kaiba Corporation being the top class in gaming innovation, having wild and unrestrained trains of thought were a given.
Each gasp of breath, moan of pleasure, every heated lick and tantalizing kiss replayed instantaneously in the CEO's mind. He had given up trying to put a stop to them a long time ago; there was no use to that anyway. The memories just kept flashbacking. And every single time, he would end up sweated profusely, even in an environment with a cold temperature as he was in currently.
He had lost his reserve the day previous, when the Ryou had come for the interview. He knew that he should not have done it. He knew that it was morally wrong. Yes, he had morals. No, he was not really well acquainted with them.
Kaiba thanked whichever deity up there that saved him from going further that day. Who knew how they would have ended up as, if the secretary had not intervened. He had gotten her to type out and send Ryou's acceptance letter immediately after that. Talk about damage control.
Despite his embarrassment to his rather malicious actions, he still hoped that the silver haired teen would dare to approach even a mere ten meter radius of him. He doubted it, though. Knowing the shy and somehow introverted boy, he would rather under some sort of rock until his dying day. Kaiba's dying day, to be specific.
Or he could get the mentally deranged demon in his mind to plot something evil against him. Whichever would come first.
He acknowledged the fact that Ryou had somehow a evil spirit linked to him. Simply put, Dark Necrofear (2) and the innocent teen just didn't mesh. He thought that the boy would rather opt for a different, less violent card, like Kuriboh or the Change of Heart.
Change of heart…That's what happened to him, right? The prodigy did not recall thinking even half this much towards another person rather than his brother, Mokuba. Yugi never occupied his mind this much.
Kaiba rubbed his temple. So, this is what those brainless morons call a crush, eh?
TBC?
Notes:
(1) Go back to the first paragraph of chapter 1 :P
(2) Battle Ship arc. Bakura's favourite card, if I'm not mistaken.
A/N: My longest chapter yet…isn't it? Haha, I'm not really sure…Anyways thanks folks for putting up with me and my lousy updating.
Remember, Reviews are always greatly welcomed! It would help with the writer's block I have now...As well as make me happier:P Been having a lot of stress lately...
Right, so til next time!
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