Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Pair of Problems ❯ Ryou & Bakura- Chapter Three: Painful Tale ( Chapter 4 )

A Pair of Problems: Ryou & Bakura

Chapter Three: Painful Tale

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"You remember Jeorge?" Ryou asked.

"Yeah. It was him our fight was over." Bakura said, fighting to keep his face and voice neutral. He'd despised the boy they'd fought over since he'd left his hikari.

"Well, you were right, like always." Ryou mumbled. Bakura looked down, surprised. "You said he had an evil smile, one that would do me harm."

Bakura's eyes widened. "I was, actually, teasing you about that."

"Yeah, well..." Ryou bit his lip.

Bakura felt Ryou's fear at speaking to him. This was difficult for him. A song he'd heard Jack's mother hum when Jack had been crying came to the front of his mind. Recalling the effect it had had on Jack, Bakura started humming it to his distraught hikari.

Ryou looked up, startled. "Bakura?"

Bakura gave his hikari a once-rare smile. "My neighbor used to hum that to her son when he was upset. I like the song. It's pretty."

Ryou smiled. "You've changed."

"How so?" Bakura frowned.

"You've never called anything pretty before."

"To you." Bakura smirked.

Ryou made a pouting face. "Fine then, be that way!"

Bakura hugged Ryou softly. "Oh, hush. I'm supposed to be the evil one, remember?"

Ryou shrugged. "Well, Jeorge wouldn't give up on getting me to go out with him. So, the next day in school, he asked me out again. This time, though, it was in front of Yuugi-kun, who told me to go for it. He also said that Yugiou-san would deal with you if you got out of control.

"So, that night, I went out with Jeorge to one of the Korean restaurants in town. Then we went and hung out at the park together. It was all going great, until Jeorge pulled me into the bushes and just started kissing me really roughly. I didn't know what to do, and, suddenly, remembered why I liked having you around. If you'd been there, even then, you would have jumped out and stopped him."

"Correction." Bakura interrupted. " You wouldn't have gone to begin with."

Ryou smiled. "That too. Anyway, I got lucky. Marik just happened to be hunting squirrels in that part of the woods at that moment. His movements scared Jeorge into letting me go. I ran from him, then."

"You went home and hid, didn't you?" Bakura asked drily, referring to how Ryou usually reacted to bullies those day, and probably would have reacted to his yami, if he'd been able to.

"Actually, I ran to the Kaiba mansion. I hadn't realized where I was going until I was at the gates, pressing Seto-san's call button. One of Seto-san's men answered, and let me in when I gave him my name. I was told that Seto-san was still at his office, but would be home soon. Then they gave me a cup of coco and had me sit in the living room.

"When Seto-san got home, he came in to check on me. He asked what brought me to his house. I said I was lonely. He asked where you were, and I told him I didn't know. He asked why that was so, so I told him about our fight. He said I could stay at the mansion if I wanted. I accepted, thanked him, then went to bed."

"You didn't tell him about Jeorge?" Bakura frowned.

Ryou shrugged. "I thought I could handle Jeorge myself, since I handled you."

"Sure you did." Bakura rolled his eyes. "Go on."

Ryou frowned, but did ask Bakura said. "The next morning, Seto-san had one of his drivers drive me home so I could change. Taped to the door was a note from Jeorge, apologizing for kissing me like he had. I changed, then was taken to school by the driver, as Seto had requested of the man. By the time I got to the school grounds, I'd forgotten about Jeorge and the note.

"When I got to class, though, I saw Jeorge. He was standing next to my desk, a small box of chocolates and a card in his hands. He gave them to me, apologized again, then asked if I wanted to go to a movie that night. I said sure and, that evening, we went to see a movie, then went home separately.

"Our dates continued like this for a couple months, us just going out to a movie or to eat, then going home separately. Then, one day, I mentioned that papa was coming home, so I couldn't go out that night, since I'd promised to spend that day with him. Jeorge asked to come over and meet papa, and I said sure."

"And your father thought it was great that you were dating." Bakura said plainly.

Ryou blinked. "How'd you know that?"

"Oh, come on, Ryou! I could tell from just your memories of your father that he wouldn't care what sex you preferred. All he's ever cared about has been your happiness."

"That's pretty much what he told me." Ryou sighed. "You could have told me that before." Bakura replied with an annoyed look. "Or not. Anyway, yeah, papa and Jeorge met, and papa loved Jeorge. Jeorge like papa, but I think that may have been because papa was so loose and easy-going, where Jeorge's was uptight.

"So, for about four more years, give or take a few weeks, we went out the same way we had been, but we were slightly more open, holding hands and little things like that. I think it was bugging him, though, that I still wouldn't let him kiss me. Not that he didn't try, but he always stopped when I threatened to end our relationship.

"At that time, Seto-san remained the only one to know you were gone, but I have a feeling Marik, Malik, Yugiou, and Yuugi had ideas of that. Seto-san, knowing I was somewhat lonely, despite Jeorge, stopped by the house from time to time, or invited me over to the mansion for a night, or to play a game. Little things.

"Of course, once Jeorge learned of all this, and it took him awhile, he confronted me. I said that my brother, you, had left about the time he and I got together, and Seto-san was just taking the place of my brother. Seto-san was just being friendly.

"But, jealousy is a powerful foe. Jeorge told me to stop speaking to Seto-san. I said no, so he slapped me across the face." Bakura tensed. "And I yelled at him. He said some things, I said some things, then we both kinda stormed off to steam. I, of course, went to Seto-san."

"And didn't tell him what happened." Bakura accused, his voice tight. He had often claimed, in the past, that no one hit Ryou but him.

Ryou hung his head. "Close. I told Seto-san we'd had a fight, but only with words. He asked if I wanted to spend the night, and I did."

"And he didn't ask about the mark on your face?" Bakura inquired.

"Well, he didn't say anything to me..." Ryou shrugged. "Maybe he knew better than to ask. I dunno. Are you done questioning Seto-san?" Bakura nodded, hiding an amused smile. "Good. Yami-san was over that afternoon for something, and he asked after you. I had to tell him you'd left. He was surprised and asked all sorts of questions. Seto-san finally made him leave me alone and sent me to play with Mokuba-kun.

"The next day, in class, Jeorge stood next to my desk, a sorry look on his face, and flowers in his hand. I took the flowers, but ignored him for the rest of the day. Later, while I was walking in the park, I saw Seto-san and Jeorge arguing. When I got close enough to hear, I found out that their argument was about Jeorge hitting me. I never did talk to Seto-san about that, but it did seem to do some good." Bakura grinned.

"The next morning, Jeorge was, once again, beside my desk. This time, though, I saw no flowers, no chocolate, not even a card, just Jeorge. When I reached him, he presented me with an envelope, apologize, then hurried back to his desk. Inside the envelope were two tickets to a cruise around the world, to be redeemed whenever, and two tickets to a cruise around Japan that weekend. I thought it was all very cute." Ryou smiled. "I still have the world cruise tickets."

Bakura ruffled Ryou's hair. "Maybe we can use them."

"I'd like that." Ryou mumbled, then yawned.

"Tired?" Bakura inquired, mentally noting the late hour.

"If I stop now, I'll never continue." Ryou whispered.

Bakura frowned. "We could go into one of our soul rooms, give our bodies time to rest."

"Yours." Ryou mumbled.

A flash of light and the two were on a canopy bed in Bakura's room. The only other decoration or otherwise in the black room was a small picture floating next to the bed. Ryou squinted, wanting to know what the picture was. Bakura motioned with his hand and the picture came to him. "It's you." He whispered, handing the picture to Ryou.

Ryou bit his lip. It was, indeed, him. A picture of him sleeping, shirtless, to be more exact. Bakura had been messing around with Ryou's camera one day while the lighter half was sleeping. This picture had been the only one he'd been able to save, after Bakura had ripped the camera apart. He'd left it on his desk one day, to mark how good, or poor, a photographer his yami was. It was gone when he'd gotten home from school later that day, but Ryou had feared asking Bakura about it. "I knew you'd stolen it." He grumbled.

Bakura made a face. "I took it `cause it was mine."

Ryou laughed. "I'm teasing. At the time, though, I coulda sworn you'd burned it."

Bakura shook his head. "Nope. It's always been in here."

"Arigatou." Ryou mumbled, leaning back into Bakura's arms. "Let's see. The tickets." Ryou sighed, before Bakura could say anything else. "That weekend, I took the cruise with Jeorge, having finally made up with him. The first day was great. We pretty much just hung out on the deck, ate, or swam in their small indoor pool.

"But, that night was a different matter. I realized, too late, that Jeorge and I were sharing a room. It might have been fine, except that there was only one bed, and I was still uncomfortable around Jeorge. So, I complained to Jeorge about this, and he promised it would be fine.

"Jeorge lied. I mean, it was fine, at first. But, at about midnight, when I was just getting to sleep, Jeorge moved over to my side of the bed and forced me into a kiss. I was half asleep, so didn't catch on right away. But then he..." Ryou bit his lip, tears in his eyes. He'd sworn never to cry about this again, especially not in front of his yami!

"Hush..." Bakura rocked Ryou back and forth slowly. "You can cry. I won't hold it against you." He smiled slightly to himself. "I cried too, everytime I remembered being raped. It took me nearly twenty years to get over it."

Ryou blinked up at Bakura through his tears. "You were raped too?"

Bakura nodded. "I kinda mentioned it once. Remember when I told you I would never touch you sexually, I couldn't do that to you?"

Ryou blinked down at his hands, remembering. He'd been sick that day, and had been forced to stay home by Bakura. The darker of the two was being real nice, so Ryou had taken his chances and asked a lot of questions, and that had been one of them. "I can't imagine you crying, though."

"You know what?" Bakura whispered softly.

"What?" Ryou looked back up, and was shocked to see tears falling from the purple eyes he'd once feared and hated. "Bakura?"

Bakura smiled slightly. "I missed you, ya know?"

Ryou curled up in Bakura's arms. "I missed you, too. I'm glad you're back."

Bakura started rocking his hikari again, until he was asleep. "I love you, Ryou..."

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~~A/N: *is hiding from the angry fans* It wasn't me! *points to Jeorge* It was HIM!! Go kill HIM!! *smirks and come out of hiding as fans run after Jeorge* Woo... I was afraid they'd never leave me alone. Don't worry, Jeorge will get it later. Next chapter, in fact.

All the chapters of this fic are written and named, they just have to be typed, and I'm FINALLY putting it up! WOOHOO!! Took me long enough. Oh well. Summer's here. I'll try and have this whole this typed up by the end of the week. Then, if I can, I'll start on either A Pair of Problems: Yuugi & Yugiou, or A Pair of Problems: Malik & Marik. Tell me, in a review, which you want first. M&M will take place during the 10 yrs Bakura was in America. Y&Y will take place during the 5 yrs btw Chapter Seven and the Epilogue.

DISCLAIMER: YGO! Not mine. Bakura and Seto are total bishies, but I don't have the money to buy them. (SHIMATTA!!!) Jeorge is mine and, yes, he'll be back, again.(Well, the character is. I took the name from this guy who sits next to me in Earth Science cause I think it's a cool spelling!! ^_~)

Note: Bakura and Ryou's eye colors are taken from the first season. Yami's eye color is the same, but he looks better with red eyes anyway.... Everything else will, probably, be from the second, third, and fourth seasons, unless I say otherwise.

Another Note: Marik is Yami Malik. I hate typing out Yami Malik everytime, so I'll refer to him as Marik. Also, all the yami's took on the names of their hikaris, except Bakura, who just took on the last name Yami.

One Last Note for Disclaimer: Any OOCness is apologized for, but the prologue was placed about one year AFTER the show(so far) and this is about ten years AFTER that. I realize the Kaibas and the Bakuras(I think) go to America after this season. I also realize that the Ishtars go back to Egypt. Guess what... SCREW THAT ENDING!!! This is, hereby, an AU fic. This means it takes place in an alternate universe. Excuse that. I'll try and keep the OOCing to a minimum, though.

Ja!

KJ