Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Alone ❯ Red Paint on a Picture ( Chapter 3 )

WARNINGS: Yaoi/Shonen ai/slash, (basically male and male relationships; sexual, intimate or not.) DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE! You have been warned!

Course language, slight sexual content (adult references AKA sex oo), mentions of the word `gawd', though not referring to the Lord's names in vain- just an expression.

 

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Eh…okay. I am so so so so sooo sorry about my updating TT.TT -runs off all sulky- School work seriously is getting to me and failing doesn't seem to help *.* I hope I can make it up to you guys though and that you're not too angry at me. As that's the case- I promise a yaoi scene coming up! n.n I can't say it's in this chappie because it isn't xD But I can say it's in the next one. Promise!

Nnnh…And another thing! My net has been disconnected for a month so I'm using my school's to upload this story. Unfortunately they don't allow us to use email so I can't contact my net buddies x.x Which means I'm also missing out on my future, pretend, net brother in law's birthday which is today (23rd of May, 2005)! Wahhh!
-faints-

 

 

And so, I wish to give his birthday present via updating. Go too http://www.fanfiction.net/u/619263/

If you wish to read what I did ^_^

 

M'kay… now… YAY! I got more reviews! -Bounces around all happy- Thank you everyone so much! -Gives out free pocky and happy sugar and birthday cake whilst throwing confetti at random- nn;;

Reviewer replies:

 

Bluelilly1928: Er…ok ^_^ Expect it in the next chapter!
Ryua:Aww…aren't you sweet -hearts- And yeh… Me and my net brother are the biggest perverts that have ever lived on this world EVER so no biggie ^_^ Expect him in his work place next chappie. I hope you like this one ^_^

 

 

-Puts on victory music- reviewers! I would like to finally introduce my muses! nn;;
-Drum rolls-………………………… ;………………………O.O…& #8230;………………………… ;………… . ..........................o.O?……………… 230;………………… Bakura-sama and Ryou-kun ! n  n YES. I will eventually have a whole family of muses! MWAHAHAHA -cough- -splutter- . u.u;;;;

 

Ryou: -pets Annie-chan's back comfortingly- There, there… Don't you go die now. Otherwise your reviewers will come after your grave and we cannot have that now, can we?
Bakura: Oh for fucks sake let her die already. Make me into a pussy will she? At least that guy who owns Yugioh! allowed me to stay evil…-mumbles off-
Annie: -hits Bakura over the head with a giant plushie version of herself- meeep!
Bakura: -rAD0m swear words and hits Annie back with a giant alarm clock-
Ryou: -has a meep attack- meep meeeeeeeep meeeeeeeep meeeeeeeeeeep! x.X
Annie: -disappears and reappears behind Bakura, pushing him into Ryou and laughing maniacally- mwahahahahaha HAHAHAH MWAhahahaHAHhahahHAHAH!
(Bakura falls onto Ryou and both fall onto the ground, arms and legs entangled with the others)
Ryou: Meeeeeeeeep!
Bakura: Why hello there…-starts making out with Ryou-
Ryou: mmmmmmpththythmnyythrrrrrth! (Translation: meep)
Annie: mwahahah HAHAH HAHH mwAhahHHhhahaha! -stops after a while- hahah…ha…
Bakura: -still snogging Ryou senselessly-
Ryou: mmpptth! (Translation: meep!)
Annie: Anyways…on with the story!

Yami Bakura - Bakura
Bakura - Ryou
Marik - Malik

My own characters (absolutely no stealing):
Coppélia (adopted daughter of Ms. Oldehack (No stealing of Ms. And Mr. Oldehack as well though I don't like her character much nonetheless .). She lives in the same flat as Bakura. They don't really act like friends around each other but I hope my hints show that they really are in ways.)
However, I do not own the teachers that appear in the story. They are based on actual teachers, with permission of their usage xD

 

 

Translations:

Kuso: Shit
Du: Fuck (Vietnamese…gawd knows where Bakura would have learnt it from . -cough- me -cough-)
Schweizer: Shit (German)
Tongulo: Fuck (Italian…I think that's how you spell it. Correct me if I'm wrong xx)
Puki: Vagina (Tagalog -Filipino. xD I know…it's not really a swear word but I love it)
Tenshi: Angel
Gozaimasu: Formal way of saying `thank you'. Also `Arigatou gozaimasu'.
Tout de suite: Right now? (French)

 

 

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Alone

By Annie Nguyen

Chapter name: Red Paint on a Picture

 

…Domino High school…

.: Third Person POV :.

The school bell rang and students slowly began filing into their home class rooms. Bakura came in ten minutes late humming happily to himself- not that it was a problem really, the teacher always came later. Home class for 11A involved talking and catching up with friends, until the teacher came or until the bell rang for the first lesson of the day- whichever came first which was usually the latter of the two.

“Hey! Bakura!” Malik Ishtar called out from across the room, bounding up to him at a half run.

“Hey Malik…” Bakura replied blinking in surprise, “You're…Happy, today.”

“Yup, yup!” Malik giggled slightly shaking his long golden hair.

Bakura cocked an eyebrow at his friend's sudden perkiness. “What drugs have you discovered? Marik introduced them to you or something?”

Violet eyes widened happily all shiny like before he replied, “Sh -sh -sh -sh -sugar!”

“Right…”

Malik giggled again, before giving Bakura a folded piece of paper. “My brother wanted me to give you this note.”

Bakura accepted the note shaking his head as Malik bounced away clapping his hands. “Weeeee! Happy sugar hyper!”

Opening the note, Bakura automatically recognised Marik's scrawl:

 

You gEt lAid yet? Ye5? No? I'M freeafter 3 t0 7 if you're interestEd… Either way, meet me after sCho0l. I'm got s0methiNg for you. -Inmypants- I mean… Ra… I need to jack off rightnow.

…Marik

 

(A/N: Eh...sorry about the bad grammar and stuff in this note. I actually had a different font for his writing in the first place but this site doesn't support that either ;.;)

At that moment, the home class teacher, Mrs. Ails, finally waddled into the class room. By the term `waddled' that was the actual case- Mrs. Ails is a very stout lady with a head of curls. She seemed nice enough to be with but the type of work she gave was rather pathetic. If you had her as a subject teacher most of the time would be spent watching videos and taking notes, through all of which she usually would nod off to sleep. She was a rather lazy teacher as well, cutting down the amount of work that was done so that she didn't have so much to mark. Not to mention that yes, she would come in very late. All of which the students didn't mind because it meant easier grades, free class lessons for them to sleep in during the video and more leisure time. At the sight of Mrs. Ails the students stumbled into their seats- some even running at a leap across the room and others sitting wherever there was a spare chair. Bakura and Malik for the sake of it ended up sitting in the same one- one on the other's lap. The class room's laughter however could not be as brilliantly excavated without her knowing.

“Excuse me! Quiet class! Shush!” Mrs. Ails said sternly, placing her bag on the teacher's desk, “Shame, shame, shame! I am extremely disappointed with this class. I could hear you from across the corridor…” And from then went into a long lecture, at the end of which she took a sip of her strawberry milk shake.

Even Bakura couldn't help but muffle a laugh, the already `happy sugar hyper' Malik on the other hand had no trouble as his abnormally high-pitched cackle rang out- similar to that of Mrs. Ails laughter on some occasions scaringly enough.

She opened her mouth to scold but it was soon cut off by the bell for the first lesson of the day.

 

… Lesson 1 & 2 - Art Class …

.: Bakura's POV :.

I smiled to myself as I applied red paint to the white page. Art was my favourite subject because I could do whatever I felt like with the particular theme involved- there really wasn't a true right or wrong like in maths. It was also my best subject- one of the rarities of getting an A grade. Not only that but I was in a class especially for people with high potential. High potential! Can you believe? Oh dear gawd I actually am happy, in high spirits, cheerful, merry, jolly, smiling. I usually don't let such dismal things affect me so but I just couldn't help myself- I've become so weak with him on my mind. It's all because of Ryou… Beautiful Ryou… I can't believe I actually touched him. Oh and his accent!

“I apologise for being so late. Please don't punish her for my being. I became lost and she helped me is all. It isn't her fault at all…”

That voice… I turned around and my eyes widened at the site. Ryou stood there bowing to the teacher apologetically and Coppélia was right next to him tugging at his jacket sleeve. Of all the other classes he was in my Art class? Oh my gawd… I love this class!

“It's ok Ryou, you don't have to bow,” Coppélia murmured, trying to get him to stand up straight.

A slight pink flushed my cheeks and I turned back towards my painting, pretending to immerse myself into the details whilst having an ear to the conversation taking place.

 

Ms. Shady's laughter rang out. She straightened Ryou up and gave his taught shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “Think nothing of it! A reason and an apology is fine seeing as it is your first day here. Now get to work.”

She smiled and brought Ryou to an easel next to my own giving him instructions on the way, “The class is currently working on a major art task involving paint media, to create something with special symbolism to them. Since you didn't arrive to this school until today I think you could just work with different paint techniques and have a bit of fun this double lesson until next time, where I'll actually have something prepared for you…”

Ms. Shady sat Ryou down next to me, pulling out some A3 paper for him to use instead of the canvas before continuing, “Here we go. I'm not sure where you were up to in the studies at your last school but I think you can manage experimenting and playing around for a bit.”

Ryou nodded, sitting down and pulling out his paints.

Oh shit…kuso…du…schweizer…fongulo…puki…

Curious blue eyes looked from me to Ryou before Ms Shady spoke up again, “Bakura? Are you and Ryou related in any way? You look so familiar to each other.”

I nervously turned my face to look at Ms Shady before Ryou caught my eye.

“No…I don't think so. It might just be a coincidence…” I half murmured, not being able to break Ryou's gaze.

After a moment's pause Ryou giggled and broke the gaze when he looked up at Ms shady. “That's exactly what I thought when I met him.”

“Ah…so you know each other already? Well, don't talk too much and start on your work Ryou,” Ms. Shady smiled and went off to the attention of another student.

 

“Hello again, Bakura-sama,” Ryou greeted cheerily as he began to paint, “I guess the teachers at this school are not as strict as my previous one.” He ruffled his hair slightly embarrassed.

I gripped the paintbrush tightly tensing up; trying not to show vulnerable I was right then. “It depends on the teachers,” I replied calmly.

“Ms Shady is very pretty. She looks pretty young to be a teacher,” Ryou observed stroking his brush across the page.

 

Pause. He just mentioned that Ms Shady was pretty. Did that mean that he wasn't gay? I let out a slight sigh and concentrated on my own painting. Well…Ms Shady is very pretty, even for her age- twenty seven, twenty eight? Blue eyes, long lashes, wavy red hair, fair skin and slight freckles. Sounds like a bad combination but it suits her. Not to mention that she is always up to date on fashion. I have never seen her wear the same outfit twice.

“Yes she is…”I replied half murmuring, “You're lucky if you have her lessons. Mrs. Ails, as an example, always falls asleep during lessons and especially during documentaries.”

Ryou giggled, covering his mouth to muffle the laugh. “Teacher's falling asleep during lessons? That would be funny to see! Oh…that was nasty of me to say.”

I relaxed and looked over at him, “Just this morning she gave us a lecture, all the while drinking her strawberry milkshake.”

He laughed and once again buried his face in his hands. I smiled at how adorable he looked with his hair ruffled. I wish I could ruffle it for him- oh gawd that was lame…

 

“Ryou, Bakura, have you finished yet?” Ms. Shady spoke up.

Ryou blushed embarrassed, quickly facing back to his experimentation of scribbles and doodles. I sighed gently and went back to mine. Every once and a while however, I caught him looking at me, at which point we tried to sustain laughter.

 

“What are you painting?” Ryou piped up.

“Scenery…” I replied nonchalantly.

He giggled before trying again. “I can see that. But what is it meant to represent?”

“Secret…”

“Aw… Please Bakura-sama?”

 

I paused slightly, pretending to add the finishing touches to a tree. The special meaning behind the painting- the symbolism in its image- Was that what he wanted to know? I wouldn't be able to tell him that…Yet. Not yet. I hadn't even really begun with the details and only the basic outline was visible. Nevertheless, even then you could tell what it was depicting. There's a lake and a purple sunset, with red and purple autumn tree's and leaves. A cream white pagoda to the left side of the painting, a path leading pass a boy on a swing tied to a tree branch, an open book on his lap. He had long white hair and fair skin reflecting lavender from the hues of the sunset, furthermore wearing nothing but a cream coloured sarong like fabric around his waist. Feathery white wings graced his back, the tips of which rippling the lake's surface. Amongst the fallen red and purple leaves was a black cat, chasing a stray flickering in the gentle breeze.

“Take a wild guess though I won't tell,” I smirked over at him in a cheeky manner.

“Tease…”

“…” A blush severed my calm demeanour.

 

I never could believe that I would be so comfortable around him so quickly. What had taken me nearly a month to meet him was so much longer compared to the latter of which, which is actually becoming friends with Ryou…

And I still can't believe how quickly I became infatuated with him. He was just a guy I mean… with gorgeous hair and puppy eyes and…

 

My thoughts were snapped awake by the sound of Ms Shady's voice calling an end to the lesson. “Guys, it's time to tidy up we've got maybe 5 minutes till the bell goes. Home-work is to continue with your paintings due not this Friday, but next Friday.”

I took down the half finished painting from its easel and left it out to continue drying a little longer as I tidied the easel and paints up, the brushes into the sink. This painting has a secret to it and it was mine to keep for the time being. Mine…

Ryou joined me soon after, washing his own brushes. No one will ever find out the true meaning behind the painting without me telling them, despite the fact that no image would ever be anywhere near matching Ryou's beauty. His soft feathery like features, the sweet innocent way he held his head. The lightness of his brush strokes against the page, the colour of his flushed cheeks. The hypnotic brown of his eyes, the fairness of his skin, and the gentleness of his touches as the water washed away the paint. Paint; he had some on his left cheek.

It seemed like the rest if the world paused at that exact moment. Slightly parted lips breathed cool air in and out in quick breaths- My eyes wide, concentrating on the red marking. I couldn't move. I seriously couldn't. But I could feel my fingers twitch by my side, and I could feel my muscles, tendons and bones working as my hand reached up to level with the forbidden red mark.

The little tenshi known as Ryou noticed a presence next to his face, and in curiosity and paranoia, turned to find a trembling wet hand, now pressed against his soft cheek due to the turn. His bright eyes pierced into my own and my soul.
For a second I thought I was going to die. For a second I thought I was in the other world. For a second, I thought he was mine. But it was only a second before the school bell rang and my hands on instinct began rubbing the red mark away, my own cheeks of a similar shade.

I smiled weakly, though as best as I could in that state and half murmured my reasoning. “You had some paint on your cheek…”

Ryou did that trademark giggle of his and rubbed the rest away with his smock's sleeve before giving me a thankful reply, picking up his own belongings and handing mine. “Gozaimasu Bakura-sama. How silly of me…”

 

Should I invite him over my apartment? Go out for drinks or something after school? Did I even dare? My mouth opened- the beginning of a question before it was left unasked as Coppélia walked in.

“Bakura,” She spoke up in a sense of a hello as she saw me, the usual smirk on her face, eyes upon me before being tuned to the direction of Ryou.

“Coppélia,” I gave in reply, nodding in gesture of a hello back though it was apparent that annoyance was written all over my face and left eye, which had managed itself into a twitch. Usually my hello would also comment on the fact that she was looking `darling' in her full pink and blue uniform- which she despised and had once tried to dye black- but somehow I was somewhat distracted. Yes, hint my sarcasm.

“Madame Coppélia!” Ryou perked up, walking up to her. “I was looking for you in class to thank you again for your help.”

I gritted my teeth, trying to control my feelings. “Don't you dare take him away from me Coppélia, don't you dare.”

“Ha, Ha. Monsieur Ryou! I was in my design class. Of course I was not there,” She replied laughing, “And don't thank me… I'm only doing what I've been assigned to do. So shall I help Monsieur to his next class tout de suite?”

My gawd. They were probably both French considering both had European features. I don't even know one word in French apart from `wee wee' and the occasional swear words. (A/N: I hope you guys do realise that `wee wee' is purposely spelt wrong for Bakura's case. It's French and actually spelt `oui oui' meaning yes. nn;;) It seemed like everything was collapsing in front of me. Please…You can't take him away from me Coppélia. Of all things!

Ryou gave her a nod, following her outside the door, leaving me alone to twitch in peace. Their murmurs were the only thing that remained with me as they left the room. I was alone again. It felt like I was being cut open, my guts pulled out and fed to the shadow monsters. I-I-I- I didn't know what to do. I-

 

“Bakura-sama-ah! I almost forgot again, silly me!” Ryou ran back into the room cheerily, giving me an apologetic hug before tugging on my sleeve pulling me along with him up the stairs. “Come along now Bakura-sama! You will be late too if you don't hasten up otherwise.”

I…

I take it all back. A wide smile of relief and happiness transpired on my face, as I followed after Ryou. His cascade of flowing hair flung back as he ran up the stairs; a small hand clasped on mine tugging me along. Red paint in the form of a blush, evident nonetheless on his flushed cheeks.

 

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Ta-da! That was the end of a chapter! I hope you guys like it though it is a bit short . It seemed like a great place to end it MWAHAHA -cough- And yeh… he's bipolar moods are showing up a bit ne? -near the end if you missed it xD where he went all sad. And as I promise you'll get to see a yaoi scene and of Bakura at work n.n

 

Bakura: Bah! You don't even remember my birthday!
Annie: Sure I do! It's…er… oo…
Bakura: --  --
Ryou: Sure she does! She's pretending so she can plan a surprise is all! -Nods knowingly-
Annie: Ah…Yes! Of course! -Nervous smile-
Ryou: See! -Feels proud of himself-
Bakura: Whatever! -Sulks-
Annie: -Brings out a birthday cake with 18 lit candles on it and shows it to Bakura- Surprise! Happy Birthday!
Ryou: -Quickly wipes out the word “Lance” on the cake, from the end of “Happy 18th Birthday.”- Heh…
Bakura: Oh you guys! I'm so happy! 3 You remembered! -Group hugs-
Ryou: -Whispers to Annie- He doesn't know his own birthday does he…
Annie: -Whispers back- I'd assume so o.o
Bakura: -Saying random words of happiness- Yay! Birthday! Yay! Me! Yay!
Annie: -whispers to the readers- Hope you enjoyed it and please review. I'd love constructive criticism. And Happy Birthday Lance. We love you! -muah-