I have a question! Where did all these shipping names come from? Why is Bakura/Ryou called tendershipping? Bakura's not very tender, is he? I can understand puzzleshipping and puppyshipping and bronzeshipping but Feignshipping (Yami no Malik/Pegasus/Ryuuji) what is that? Why even name that? WHO CARES!!
Who came up with all the names anyway? I just followed this link on someone's profile and BAM! There were thousands upon thousands of these useless pairings!! Where did they come from?
I'm updating this chapter in the middle of the week cause I will be in a different country this weekend and next weekend.
This chapter is short-ish. But the next one is long.
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Chyaputa 15: Pig Latin
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The sun blared mercilessly down on Monday morning as Ryou walked through the iron gates of school. School. What was school? He knew he would enter that building, find a desk and proceed to sleep on it until the end of the class. The bell would ring and he would jump up out of his chair with dried drips of spit at the corners of his mouth then run to his next class where he would doze off again. This process would be repeated until the end of the school day when he would exit the iron gates once again and catch a bus home, where he would stay for two hours until it was time to pull an all nighter at work, again.
'I need a new life,' Ryou said to his dragging feet that moved him ever closer to those school doors.
Then he saw Honda. The guy was talking to a girl on the steps to the building.
Ryou was unsure what to do but while he was busy thinking about it his feet pulled him forward and before he knew it Ryou was five feet away from an awkward encounter with the brunet.
Eventually Honda saw him. His eyes bulged and then shifted away.
Ryou forcefully stopped his wandering feet.
"Yeah, ah, yeah, thanks," he grumbled to the girl. The female left and it was Ryou staring at the nervous Honda who was just far enough away to escape communication obligations.
Ryou opened his mouth and forgot to say something.
Honda was looking at the ground and he hesitated before he turned to walk away.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" Ryou spoke, too loudly.
Honda looked back over his shoulder. His expression was brittle and that was very unusual. "Sure."
It wasn't a very definite answer but Ryou took it as the brunet walked away.
Ryou was just about to feel sorry for himself again when he heard a pair of friendly voices coming up behind him."... can you believe it? His email! Damn that Malik is cool! And he said I can write him any time I wanted."
"Shhh." That was a Yugi shush. "Don't say that name here."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry," the blonde apologized. "Hey Ryou! Ryou!"
Ryou sighed and turned to greet the two of them. "Hi guys."
Jounouchi was ecstatic as he ran up to Ryou's side. Yugi rushed by his friend's side making hushing sounds and gesturing warning signals.
"Hey, guess what?" Jounouchi questioned, face glowing. "Just guess. You'll never ever, ever guess! It's great."
"You met Yugi's boyfriend Yami?" Ryou asked.
"Ha!" Jounouchi jumped triumphantly. "But he isn't Yami! He's-"
"Jounouchi!" Yugi cried. "I told you, not here!"
Jounouchi put a hand over his own mouth. "Oops, sorry, Yugi. I just- damn! It's exciting! And I thought Ryou knew about- ah… you know…"
"Jounouchi, I do know who Yugi's boyfriend is," Ryou reassured. "But we call him Yami in public."
"Ah," Jounouchi agreed. "That makes sense." Then his mood changed. "Hey but… how long have you known about… ah, you know," the blonde made little air quotation marks with his fingers, "'Yami'?" Yugi put a hand to his forehead, exasperatingly.
Ryou thought. "About a month, I suppose."
"A month!" Jounouchi exclaimed. He spun hurtfully towards Yugi. "But- but you two haven't been going out that long, you said," Jounouchi accused.
"Yeah… Ryou found out pretty quick," Yugi admitted apologetically.
"So you could tell Ryou but you couldn't tell me?" Jounouchi questioned.
Yugi shook his head. "I didn't tell Ryou, he figured it out on his own."
"Yeah, yeah, I see," Jounouchi grumbled.
"Yugi didn't want to make a big deal out of it Jounouchi," Ryou said, reasonably.
Jounouchi sighed dramatically. "Yeah, yeah, it's fine. Really, Yugi it's ok." Then a mischievous grin grew on the blonde's features. "Man, I can't wait to tell Honda, and Anzu! Ha! Damn, what do you think Anzu will do? HA!"
Ryou flinched at the mention of Honda and wondered for a moment if he should say something about how Honda already knew… but in the end he decided against it. It would all come out eventually, after all.
Yugi scratched his head, looking very overwhelmed. "Ah… I guess it's only fair," he reasoned. "But let me tell them."
"When?" Jounouchi asked.
Yugi breathed and then breathed again.
"You don't have to tell them until you're ready," Ryou suggested.
"Yeah, Yugi. Although I can't wait to see Anzu's crying face, I don't want to pressure you or anything," Jounouchi reassured.
Yugi nodded and gave them a smile. "Thanks guys. Maybe we could get them together at my house this weekend and tell them."
"Good idea! Get them both together in an enclosed space so they don't explode or nothing," Jounouchi agreed.
"Can you be there Ryou?" Yugi asked, turning to his friend and looking at him with those big purple eyes. "It would be really great if you could make it. It would be nice to have a calming force to keep everyone together."
Ryou tugged a lock of his white hair. "Since you asked, I'm sure I could squeeze out of my shifts at work for an hour…"
In truth, Ryou didn't want to be there when everyone was celebrating Yugi's internationally famous boyfriend. All that cheering and screaming… and he certainly didn't want to see what Honda would say… or how he would react to finding out another one of his friends had been snatched up by a celebrity.
But since Yugi wanted him there…
Yugi smiled really brightly. "Thanks."
"Yeah, didn't Atemu say something about Bakura and you?" Jounouchi questioned Ryou seriously.
"Jounouchi!" Yugi cried, rescuing Ryou from answering
Jounouchi realized his mistake. "AH! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!"
"On't-day ention-may ose-thay ames-nay in-way ublic-pay!" Yugi hissed.
Jounouchi blinked, very confused. "What?"
"Hey guys!" Anzu greeted as she ran up to them.
Jounouchi grinned broadly, too broadly. "Hiiiii Anzu!" He leaned down, very obviously, and gave Yugi a wink.
Yugi made an "I'm doomed" face.
"What's up?" Anzu asked curiously, predictably sensing that something was up.
"Nothing! Nothing! Right, Yugi?" Jounouchi announced, loudly.
Ryou shrugged off the conversation. He was tired. "I'm going to class," Ryou said and walked away.
Yugi followed him, leaving the suspicious Anzu and the loud-mouth Jounouchi. "Thanks again," the kid said.
"It's nothing," said Ryou.
"No." Yugi put a hand on Ryou's shoulder. Ryou stopped walking and found the edges of Yugi's face were tinged with pink. "Thanks for knowing my secret and keeping it. I might have gone insane without you."
Ryou gulped and couldn't think of anything else to say.
"… especially since it's, ah, kinda sore subject with you," Yugi finished.
Ryou shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine."
"I know," Yugi said. And he did know. He was the only one who knew just how fine Ryou was.
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It was late afternoon in the Descendant's of Ra's house. All four members were on lockdown for skipping out together to Domino last weekend. So all four members were lazing away in the common room on fancy, too-expensive couches. Atemu, chin on his knuckles, observed Bakura who was watching his Christian cross rotated smoothly on its silver chain as he held it up at the window. Its shiny surfaces flashed light onto the walls of the rock star's living room.
"Put that crap away," Mariku grumbled, slouching so far in his couch cushion that his bent knees were higher that the top of his head and at the same level as the tip of his hair spikes.
"Quiet," Bakura ordered placidly without much threatening feeling, mesmerized by the silver pendent in his hands.
Mariku growled. "Look, just cause you aren't getting any, don't mean that you get to take out your misery on us."
"Hm, from what I heard, you haven't gotten anymore than he has," Atemu mused.
Mariku glowered pathetically. "Not my fault, now is it Malik cos-cos?" He jabbed his elbow sharply into Malik, who was sitting beside him on the couch. The younger Egyptian was concentrating on his laptop rather then his moody second cousin once removed.
"I would argue the other way," Malik countered mildly, nudging the elbow away.
Mariku's pale eyebrows curled. "Really? I don't remember holding out on my significant other. Giving him the cold shoulder ever since we made out. Locking him out of our room."
"How am I supposed to get a decent night's sleep when you're constantly sneaking over to my side?" Malik asked.
"You're not. That's the point," Malik announced.
"We never even decided if we were together or not," Malik pointed out.
"I thought it was pretty clear," Mariku argued.
"You would," Malik retorted and then he grinned and let out a little laugh.
Mariku sat up. "What? What's so funny?"
Malik pulled his laptop away from the other. "Nothing that you would care about."
Mariku scowled. "I bet I know. You're talking to that blonde crap kid, aren't you?" he accused.
"Maybe I am," Malik admitted haughtily, pulling his computer closer to him. "His name is Jounouchi and he's very funny and considerate."
"So, you're going to cheat on me with this- this- this drooling fanboy!" Mariku cried.
"I'm not and if I was it wouldn't be called cheating!" Malik snapped, finally angry.
"Oh, good, fucking GOD!" Bakura roared. The guitarist jumped down off his window seat, still clutching the frail silver chain in his mighty fist. "No one wants to hear about you two's dammed, fucking relationship problems!"
"We're not in a relationship," Malik muttered contemptuously.
"Fuck that!" Mariku yelled.
"Well, hell fucking fantabulous for both of you! While you got each other and Atemu's got his fucking little damsel, others don't have a fucking, dammed thing! So do us all a freaking favor and get a FUCKING room!" Bakura screamed.
Both Egyptians hesitated. Finally Malik grabbed the other Egyptian's sleeve and tugged him toward their room. "Come on," he groaned. Mariku was irritable but followed anyway, arms crossed over his chest immaturely. When the door shut on both of them, Bakura threw himself on the couch with a great flop.
Atemu sighed and allowed his friend exactly four seconds of quiet self loathing. "Sooo… how is it going?"
Bakura was facedown in the cushions as he commented, "Peachy."
"Now, now, I'm sure he doesn't totally hate you," Atemu reassured.
"He does," Bakura corrected. "Oh, he hates me. Hates me. Hates me. Hates me…"
Atemu rolled his eyes. "Being melodramatic won't get you anywhere."
"Fuck you," Bakura groaned weakly, and his whole body seemed to deflate into the fabric of the couch. "It's all nice for you. You got everything. So leave us nothingers alone."
"Yeah, and you know how I got what I wanted, Bakura?" Atemu asked.
"You wrote the bugger a song," Bakura growled and finally pulled his head up from the cushions to breathe.
"No, I called him. I tried again," Atemu told his melancholy friend.
"Yeah, big deal," Bakura cursed, sprawling out on the expanse of the couch. "You called your guy once. Once. I've called him twenty eight times, if you count all those calls to the Pizza Palace, and not counting how many times I've picking up the phone and just let the dammed receiver sit there off the hook…"
Atemu shook his head. "God, Bakura! You are so freaking out of character!"
"Yeah, believe me, I know," Bakura moaned.
Atemu stood up. "Then what are you going to do?"
Bakura lay there, staring up at their mansion's high ceiling. The left corner of his mouth was tight as though pondering.
"Are you going to give up?" Atemu asked. He half expected a yes.
Bakura inhaled and exhaled harshly, and then brought the silver necklace up so that it swung half an inch from his nose.
"I don't know what he wants," Bakura stated. Not pathetically, but like an obvious fact.
"That's a safe assumption," Atemu commented, helpfully.
Bakura was so fixed on that silver pendent that his dark eyes were almost cross-eyed. "He made a big deal out of this thing. This necklace, you know. Said it was his mother's. I threw the real thing away and made him a fake. That's why he hates me."
"Is that what that thing is?" Atemu questioned in satisfaction. "What a relief. I thought you had gone religious. Found dear old God."
"It's just a necklace," Bakura noted.
"Again, safe assumption," Atemu repeated. He was honestly questioning his friend's sanity at this point.
Bakura's mouth relaxed as he took one more breath. Then the white-haired, guitarist flipped his legs off the couch and got to his feet.
"Did you figure out what he wants?" Atemu asked, sincerely curious.
"Nope," Bakura admitted briskly. Then Atemu watched as his longest and best friend unhooked the chain of the cross and then wrapped it around his own pale neck.
"Ah… Bakura…" Atemu began warily.
"I don't know what he wants so I'll have to woo him with something," Bakura decided.
Atemu shook himself, disbelievingly. "Did you just say 'woo'?"
"He doesn't want flowers or chocolates or riches. He's one of those silly sentimental people," Bakura guessed, correctly, Atemu assumed. "I can't buy him anything, or he'll think I'm throwing money in his face. I can't write him a song, cause I suck at lyrics."
"That's true," Atemu added.
"I can't make anything or write anything or carve or nothing," Bakura continued. The guy was pacing now fervently across the room; the silver cross swung on his neck with each determined step. "So I got no other choice."
Atemu was confused. "For what?"
Bakura's jaw was set and he stopped walking. "I got to find his real necklace."
Now Atemu was worried. "Bakura, you said you threw it away months ago."
Bakura finally looked at his friend and Atemu saw the unhealthy, sleepless, craziness deep in his eyes, attached to his irrational nature.
"I know," Bakura concluded and grinned like a mad man.
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HAHAHA!!! ROFL!!! HAHA!! OOC Bakura is hilarious.
This last scene was such a joke on myself, you can't even insult me anymore.
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I admit, at one time when I needed Malik to end up with somebody and Mariku was still his twin, I had Malik paired with Jounouchi. I don't know what I was thinking. Luckily I got back to my senses.
NEXT CHAPTER!!! Jounouchi is sooooooooooooo helpful. Yugi gets a panicking phone call! He's going to die in seven days! (cough, cough, LIE!) Ryou gets tossed into the loin's den and everyone's secrets are revealed. And just in the nick of time, a news report gives an insight into one crazed guitarist's heart. (ew, that sounded cheesy)
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