Ryou's school has broken up for the October break. Between work and extra study, Ry barely finds time for anything else, until Thelma takes him to a gig he'll remember forever, along with the super sexy frontman. Of course, it's hard to keep love from going pear shaped when you're 16 and, well, Ryou…
Ssor - what's the deal with this? Basing it entirely on the whole –autumn holidays- thing and here's me on spring break and studying for my standard grades. Amazing. Just spells freak out of the century doesn't it? Ach well, I'll just get on with it I guess…
-YGO characters etc do not belong to moi-
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Ryou sighed and sidled into the smoothie bar he worked in, Taste. It had been a boring enough say in school and he barely got anything done, what with the constant din around him from the students whittering on about where they were vacationing to and when. The ashen haired boy couldn't really care less, because he knew exactly where he'd be: stuck at work. At least Thelma wasn't abandoning him completely, she was staying in Domino too. But then, that was only because she needed to go to the extra tutorials for exam study. Fabulous.
Grimacing, Ryou placed his schoolbag and coat in his locker, taking out the hideous white shirt and matching hat. The damn things had the tri coloured 'Taste' logo and everything.
"just kill me now" Ryou whispered sarcastically to himself as he replaced his school shirt with the regulation one, tying his long white hair into a ponytail before popping the hat on top.
"afternoon Ryou" Jou smiled, handing the boy his nametag "Jou, why do you have this?" Ryou asked, looking at it perplexingly before pinning it to his left breast pocket. As if working in itself wasn't bad enough, he had to work with Jou. "I'm not sure" the blonde scratched his head and stared into space, "but I have it, and ya need it, you can thank me later"
"umm, yea" good grief this has to be worse than death. Spying a customer, Ryou located himself behind the polished counter and smiled sweetly, "welcome to Taste"
the girl smiled back, supporting the Domino cheerleading uniform, she must be on her way to practise, Ryou thought to himself before going on to wonder why there would be practise on the last day of term.
"can I have a mixed berry smoothie please?" "Coming right up" he replied, nodding his head and walking over to the station, placing various ingredients into the clear plastic cup and whizzing them together before snapping the dome shaped lid on top and piercing a straw through the middle, "that'll be $2.95" the girl took the smoothie and beamed, handing him the change before skipping out the shop, slurping away.
"well she was cute" Jou commented, slumping over the counter "don't you have some form of work to get on with?" Ryou tried his best not to snap, of course it was extremely difficult and pretty pointless anyway. Telling Jou to work was like taking a bag of frozen peas and rolling each one down a hill separately. Who would do that?
"Ryou"
"yes!" he jumped, startled and turned to the counter, Thelma smirking back at him, "hah, scared you didn't i"
gulping, he replied, "um, no…what are you doing here…besides terrorising me"
"oh. Well, I came to get a drink. And also, there's this band playing tonight at the"
"let me stop you right there" the boy broke in, Thelma, clearly unamused, started tapping her foot loudly, "you have coursework to be studying"
"oh Ry, it's Friday night!" she sighed, throwing her hands in the air, "come have some fun, look, I'll show you the flyer when you bring my tropical smoothie over to table number 5"
"whatever" clearly defeated, but then Thelma was never one to take the 'boring' way out. He guessed a band wouldn't be too bad, I mean it'd take his mind off of school and give him a break from lonely nights alone with a tub of ice cream and a British chick flick.
Preparing the smoothie, he tucked a stray bang hair behind his ear and walked towards Thelma's table, where she produced a brightly coloured flyer excitedly.
"Look!" she exclaimed, stabbing at the photo of the band with her index finger, "don't they look hot"
"Inadvertently?" Ryou read the band name questionably, "they sound, obscure"
"but they look the sex don't they"
Ryou had to admit, the frontman did look pretty stunning, however their talent was yet to be recognised.
"come on Ryou, please?" she begged he rolled his chocolate orbs, "oh fine, I'll pick you up at seven and we can head there together"
"oh awesome! You'll have a blast"
yea. I'm sure.
Slamming the locker door shut, Ryou breathed out deeply and slid down to the tiled floors of the changing room. Thankfully, his shift was over. It wasn't even a particularly long shift, that was the depressing part.
Slinging his bag over his shoulder the teenager exited the smoothie shop, looking up at the darkening sky before advancing down the street. If it was going to rain, at least his house wasn't far. Amane wouldn't be home though, which could be a good or bad thing, depending on the circumstance.
The door opened with a creak, and the teenager sighed, flinging his bookbag to the radiator and slipping the not-so-shining black shoes off his feet and onto the newspaper laid out under the coat stand. He fiddled through the mail as he slid the jacket off his shoulders, hooking it to a peg before continuing on to the kitchen, dropping the bills and leaflets in a pile on the breakfast bar. An hour and a half till he had to meet Thelma.
"Now, what do I wear to something like this?" he asked aloud, looking in his long, bedroom mirror as he held a rather cute faded red shirt up to his torso. "suppose this could do, with my drainpipes"
he really didn't know why he was so bothered anyway, it wasn't like tonight would be any different from any other gig Thelma had taken him to. It was always just a repeat, different band, same story. And the girl always went nuts for it, why? He just couldn't figure it out. Maybe music just wasn't his thing? Well, either way, he didn't plan on going smelling like mixed fruit and algebra books.
The water ran freezing, the boy shivered as it touched his skin leaving icy trails along the goosebumps. Massaging the honey milk into his skin, Ryou shut his eyes and let the sweet scent take over.
Soon enough, he was standing infront of the mirror again, fully clad and running a pair of mousse covered hands through his silky locks making them shock out slightly. Three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his silky smooth chest slightly. Something seemed missing, but he couldn't place what. Shrugging it off, he grabbed his car keys and slipped his converse on, locking the door and jogging to the little Honda Jazz parked outside.
The car wasn't the most amazing one he'd ever set eyes on, but he adored it. The thing was almost like a friend to him, but then any teenage boy would say the same, or so he presumed. Popping a c.d. in he started the engine and headed off to Thelma's.
"you're early" she retorted, sidling into the car and snorting at his choice of c.d. "I hope you like tonight's band"
he gulped, "yes, I hope so too"
Admittedly, Ryou was fearing the worst. Usually, all the gigs Thelma took him to were some form of death metal and it truly frightened him. Even the people were frightening with –walls of death- and the well loved mosh pits. Mind you, everyone does that these days, which makes it slightly better.
The venue was a strange choice, the Domino Academy, a fairly classy bar with a giant stage. Gingerly stepping inside, Ryou's eyes scanned the dimly lit room, the bar quite obviously and I.D. only ordeal, he wouldn't be using that then.
People were already crammed into the room, Thelma grabbed her best friend's hand and dragged him through the gathering crowd to the front of the stage, guitars were sitting out on their stands, the paint glimmering under the little light that there was. Ryou caught held his breath.
Cheers went round the room as the band appeared, the drummer the man with the long, jet black hair and piercing green eyes. Twirling his drumsticks impressively, he sat at the kit. The bassist was extraordinarily tall, longish chestnut locks moved slightly as he picked up his bass, expression never once changing from a sort of, moody malevolence. The third and last member of the band was the beautiful white haired boy with the sharp hazel eyes. Ryou let out the breath he was holding and stared with eyes as wide as saucers. He was even more beautiful in person with his tight leather trousers and black shirt unbuttoned all the way down revealing his toned chest and flat stomach. The sixteen-year-old was even more taken in by the silver nose ring and numerous ear piercings.
Inadvertently started their set with a moderately glam rock number, easing into the night with a bit of punk rock and very loose acoustic. Thelma didn't look too happy, the music wasn't really her scene for once, but Ryou was lapping it up, especially the cover of 'summer of '69'. By the end of the set, Ryou was almost upset to be going home.
He watched eagerly as the band left the stage, turning round, expecting to see Thelma beside him. To his shock she had disappeared.
"oh great" clasping his hands behind his back, he peered round the bar, sidestepping a couple of times. Still no where in sight.
"lost something"
he jumped at the hand on his shoulder, even more so when he realised who it was.
"cat got your tongue"
he shook his head nervously, "no, sorry. Um, my friend, Thelma, she's just, sort of, well"
"gone? Took off without notification"
Ryou could feel the blush on his cheeks and looked away, "I guess you could say that"
"well, tell you what. Since she's so kindly left you, how about you come have a drink with me"
the frontman was smirking mischievously, it made Ryou just long to go with him even more, "well, I'm a bit, underage"
the other snorted, humoured, "ah, but you're with me, it'll be fine"
"and also, I'm driving" he added hopefully "ok then kiddo, I'll buy you a coke"
"thank" he smiled awkwardly and the other just laughed and slung his arm round Ryou's shoulders.
Sitting on the bar stools, the boy ordered Ryou a coke, and himself a vodka and tonic. When their drinks were placed infront of them, he turned round, "so, what's your name"
"Ryou" Ryou replied shyly, "What's yours"
"Bakura" he took a gulp of his drink, "and tell me, what's a kid like yourself doing in a place like this"
am I really that bad? Ryou thought worriedly, "mm, well, I was in work and Thelma showed me this flyer, and she drags me to gigs all the time, but this time she didn't enjoy the music, whereas"
"you usually hate it and it was right down your street"
he nodded awestruck and Bakura laughed "so you got roped in and ended up having a pretty good night"
"yea, pretty much" he sipped his drink lightly "well, I'm glad you had a nice time…one of the first gigs we've ever done"
"you're very good" Bakura watched him attentively, "we've been together since our last year in high school"
"how, long ago was that? If you don't mind me asking" he added quickly Bakura chuckled, "a year ago"
"you're only, 19"
"18, 19 next spring"
"ahh" he looked away, feeling pretty foolish "so you're in high school"
"yes"
"I'm gonna go ahead and say you're about, 15 – 16"
Ryou nodded, "16"
"good looking 16 year old, got a girlfriend"
"no"
"got a boyfriend"
"no" Ryou repeated with a blush "ah, but you'd like one"
"well…I don't know, I mean, no one's really, and I haven't ever met anyone, well maybe, I'm not"
"I love how you keep doing that, it's adorable" he smiled, stroking Ryou's cheek gently. oh good grief, is he, hitting on me? No, he can't be!
"and you say you work"
"yes, hate the place, need the money"
"ah, where do you"
"There you are"
Ryou swallowed shakily, "hi Thelma, where were you"
"oh, I met this amazing guy, got his number and everything, but listen I think we should go now before it turns into a raging party"
he gave Bakura and apologetic look, "I'm sorry I'd better go, thank you for the drink and everything"
"maybe I'll see you again and we can finish?" he leant over and kissed Ryou on the cheek, casting a sugar pink trace on his features, "bye"
"bye" he swooned as Thelma practically pulled him out the bar.
This has been, the greatest night to come out of the shittiest day
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Ssor – well, that was the first part of this rockstar meets smoothie boy type thing. Hope you liked it, hell, hope you read it.