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"Now all of you, have you synchronized watches?"
"Yes Dad…"
"Don't you give me lip, boy."
"I-I wasn't…"
"Kiko go wiv' Woo."
"No honey, you're coming with Mommy."
"No! Go wiv' Woo!"
"Sorry Kiko, but Ryou's getting his hair cut."
"No I'm not."
"Yes, you are son."
"I'm not getting my hair cut, Dad."
"Listen to me Ryou…"
"Don't fight honey… Look, ordering Ryou to get his hair cut as short as you want it isn't fair. Can't he get it to the neck or shoulders?"
"Izumi-"
"Don't fight over me, please."
"Oh, shut up Ryou."
"Ken!"
"What? What the hell are you going to do about it, psycho boy?"
"Hey!"
"Boys! Stop this arguing!"
"Kiko go wiv' Woo!"
"Can everyone please shut up?"
"You started it Ryou! We never fought before you came-"
"Ken, shut the goddamn hell up!"
"Swearing Ryou!"
"You shut up too, Dad! I'm not going to get my frigging hair cut."
"No, he likes looking like a queer."
"Ken!"
"What? It's the truth."
"Ken Ashido, you apologize to Ryou right now!"
"… Sorry Ryou."
"Whatever."
"Fag."
"!"
"Ken, I heard that! Will the two of you just shut up? This is supposed to be a nice day, and the two of you are acting like children!"
"We are children!"
"Kiko go wiv' Woo!"
"Will someone shut that damn baby up?"
"Ken! You're so horrible."
"You don't deserve kindness."
"Bastard."
"Psycho."
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"Wh-what?" The hairdresser paled at Mr. Bakura's words, her eyes drifting from the man, standing with his arms crossed, to Ryou, glaring down at the floor.
"Thank you miss. Ryou, I'll return in an hour, okay son?" Ryou growled, his shifting his glare from the cream tiles to his father.
"Just go." The teen muttered, running his hands through his long hair, looking sick. Mr. Bakura said nothing, turning on his hair and leaving the hairdressing salon, closing the glass-screened door behind him.
"Don't worry." The hairdresser assured Ryou as she led him to a spare stool. "I won't get it cut anywhere that short if you don't want to." The whitenette sighed, looking much more relieved.
"Sure?" Ryou whispered, staring at himself in the mirror. "I know it's weird, but I never really got it cut. I was going some time ago, but when I found out how much it was annoying Dad…"
"You were encouraging it to grow." She smiled, beginning to spray Ryou's long hair with water. "It looks beautiful, Ryou." The hairdresser picked up a comb. "Tell you what I'll do. Your hair would look even better if you gave yourself a bit of layering around your face. I'll layer it on the back and sides, and give you some bangs, but I promise it will only be about four or five inches shorter. Just a little bit past your shoulders. It will look good, I promise."
"As long as you don't get me a crew cut like Dad said, I'll be happy." Ryou smiled as the comb was passed through his hair. "I would look terrible with short hair."
"I won't cut it all off, I promise. You're so lucky to have such beautiful hair. And it's really natural? That's amazing." Ryou smiled.
/A little too amazing for my liking./
/What's that supposed to mean./
/Never you mind./
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"What the hell?"
"Dad, did you think I was going to let her cut it all off? I've been growing it for years."
"I told you to get it short!"
"And I didn't! Deal with it!"
"You listen to me, son!" Ryou's eyes widened, and he took a step back, aware of how much a height difference of four inches really meant. "I asked you to get it cut short! And not only do you disobey me, but you get it- it styled!" Ryou frowned.
"It's not Dad, okay? It's just so it looks nicer. If it worries you so much, I can tie it back-"
"I don't want you to tie it back!" Mr. Bakura raged, his face almost purple. "I told you to get rid of it! Imagine what your mother would say if she saw how you were acting?" Ryou froze.
"Don't you dare bring her into this." Ryou clenched his hands into his fists, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't you dare try and manipulate me like that, Dad!"
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me Ryou!"
"I'll yell as loud as I like!" Ryou was almost screaming, his eyes prickling with tears. "I hate all these rules you've given me Dad! You treat me like I'm a bomb about to go off, and I hate it! You never let me speak my mind, go off my own, or anything! I hate it Dad! I hate it so much, I wish I was back in the frigging psych ward!" Mr. Bakura froze.
"You don't mean that…"
"Yes, Dad, I do! All right? At least I had friends there, at least I had people who treated me like I was a person! I hate it here Dad, I hate you!" Ryou blinked furiously, struggling to keep the tears in his eyes. Mr. Bakura was frozen for a long moment, and although the pair were in a large square, teeming with people (And were attracting a few stares) the man rose his hand, as though he was going to hit his son. Ryou whimpered, and closed his eyes, flinching away from his father. A few seconds later, however, the teen dared to open his eyes, and saw Mr. Bakura walking away from him, disappearing into the crowd. Fear stabbed at Ryou's heart as his father melted from his vision, and he was left alone.
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"Woo!" The boy looked up from the soft cradle of his hands, his hear lifting in hope as he spotted a familiar figure in purple dungarees toddling through the crowd, an anxious Izumi trailing along behind her. "Woo!"
"Kiko!" Ryou smiled, hastily wiping the tears from his face and standing up, holding out his arms. The little girl stumbled the last few steps, and fell into his open arms, giggling. "Heya Kiko, whatcha doin' here, huh?"
"Nuthin." The teen grinned, hoisting the toddler in his skinny arms. Izumi finally reached them, panting. A smile spread across her exhausted voice as Ryou gently swung Kiko in his arms, the girl giggling and squealing.
"You're so good with her." Izumi admired. Ryou blushed and smiled.
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"Are you going to talk to me, Ryou?"
"…"
"No?"
"Well, I-if it was Ryou's hair, honey than it was really his choice then, wasn't it? IT looks really good on him."
"Woo Pweddy."
"Yeah. If he wants to look like a fag, let him."
"Ken!"
"Ken, exactly how many girls have asked you out in your life, hm?
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What do you think?"
"Hey, you bitch!"
"Get the hell off me!"
"Boys! Break it up or you can get out of the car!"
"Ken started it!"
"You were the asshole who was mouthing off!"
"I was merely stating a fact, Ken! Did it ever occur to you that not everyone in the world shares your opinion?"
"Shut up, Ryou. I know you're getting beaten up in school."
"Stop it."
"What? Just because you're old enough to go to high school, doesn't mean I don't know. The big junior students, picking on the little freshman."
"Ken!"
"It's true!"
"I don't care! Stop being so nasty!"
"And here we have Ryou showing off his wonderful backbone. Come on, are you going to let Mom defend you?"
/I'm going to kill this smarmy little brat if he keeps this up./
/No/
/He deserves it./
/No! Don't just don't. Don't hurt Ken, please don't hurt him./
"Geez, Ryou, spacing out now. Talking to that little voice in your head?"
"Be quiet Ken."
"Ooh, have I touched a nerve?"
"Ken, please don't."
"What a loser. You should have been left to rot in that mental ward."
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Dear Amane.
I can't deal with this anymore. I really can't. I can take Dad's yelling, I can take the teachers at my school and their constant questions, I can take those bullies at school. But I can't take Ken anymore. I just can't. All of his little comments, those looks, I can't deal with it. Why did Dad have to tell him all of my problems? Why couldn't he give me a little privacy? Now I have to try and put up with all of this, but I can't. It's driving him crazy, as well. He can't stand it that Ken can do this to me, and he can't retaliate. Well, he could, but I wont let him. I can't let him. I might not like Ken that much, but he's my brother, and there's no way around it, unless Dad and Izumi get a divorce, which is a zero chance, considering how in love they are. I hate this.
Give my love to Mum,
Ryou.
Ryou folded the paper in half, and slid it into the envelope, licking the adhesive and sticking the flap down. The teen stood up from his desk, taking the letter in one hand and heading across the room to his closet. Ryou swung the door open, and headed into the back, where he kept his cardboard carton of letters to his sister. He slid the box open (Funny, he didn't remember closing it), and made to toss the letter inside. He stopped however, when he spied that back of one envelope, which had been scrawled on in a black marker. Ryou frowned, a funny feeling in the back of his head as he took the letter out from his closet into the light, where he could read it.
Freak.
The envelope dropped from his fingers and onto the floor. Ryou fell to his knees, his chin trembling. No no no no no no no. Ken had been reading his letters. His private letters to Amane! Tears pricked at his eyes, and Ryou simply let them fall, his chest heaving as he began to cry at the knowledge that the one thing that was most precious to him, that kept him sane, had been destroyed by his cold, malicious stepbrother.
/He is going to pay for this./
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This page break thing is pissing me off SO MUCH! Please don't say I'm the only one...
R&R?