Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Catastrophe ❯ Prologue or Why Me? ( Prologue )

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Prologue or Why Me? ! ? !

To: Akatsuki Bakura

Subject: Emergency “Hi!”

Hey, Bakura! I know I haven't been keeping up with our e-mails lately, but in my defense you haven't made much of an attempt either! Anyways, this is a lame attempt at sending you important information without making the situation too awkward. Needless to say, I don't think it's working.

Now, onto more important matters. Despite the fact that we decided not to contact each other (for obvious reasons) my father doesn't think that's the case, and so he felt the need to inform me why we have legal citizenship in Canada. It turns out that though it's illegal to have a gay marriage here in Japan, though law bends a bit if you have a legal certificate from another country. Did you know gay marriages are legal in Canada?

Anyways, I just needed to let you know that we need a plan to get out of this and fast. They plan on pushing the wedding date forward, we're lucky our parents haven't dragged us off to be married already.

I'd tell you to say “Hi” to Malik for me, but we already know how that would end. Jealous lovers are the worst. E-mail me back with the plan ASAP!

Lot's of “love”,

Akatsuki Ryou

Sent at 3:00 p.m.

To: Akatsuki Ryou

Subject: More News

You are by far the most annoying little pest that I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. Obviously, no matter what you do, it is impossible for you to send me an e-mail that doesn't sound awkward. Do you want to know why? Because you fucking ramble! You're such an idiot!

If you haven't heard by now then you are more insignificant than I originally thought. We're moving. And incase your tiny little brain doesn't understand that, when I say we're moving, I don't mean my mom, Malik and myself. I mean my mom Malik, you, your father, and myself. Apparently it's time for us to re-connect or some bullshit like that, and the five minute Skype thing doesn't count.

Besides that, mother wants us to get to know each other before the marriage. Hopefully, my telling to the rest of the world that I hate you (to your face, of course), will put an end to this stupid engagement. I don't understand why a marriage is necessary to solidify a company merger. If my plan doesn't work, maybe brutally murdering you in your sleep will.

Out of curiosity, when did you and Marik become lovers? Last time I checked, you were too much of a prude to let him fuck you.

Your “loving” fiancé,

Akatsuki Bakura

Sent at 3:15 p.m.

To: Akatsuki Bakura

Subject: Just a Small Correction

For your information, it will be Marik, Malik, you, and I moving… in together. Ugh. Secondly, you kill me, and Marik will kill you and Malik.

I find it very sad, when someone who only uses the head between their legs, insults your intelligence. If you used the one on your shoulder, then you'd realize that just because we voiced our… dislike for each other, doesn't necessarily mean that they'll cancel the wedding. If they didn't cancel it when they found out I was a boy, why would they end it just because we don't get along?

Lastly, what do you mean you don't understand the point of weddings in terms of company mergers? Does it hurt to be that… uneducated?

To wrap it up, just because I don't act like a total slut in public (similar to how some people we know act in private), doesn't make me a prude.

Sincerely,

Akatsuki Ryou

P.S. I hate our matching names.

Sent at 3:30 p.m.

To: Akatsuki Ryou

Subject: A Little Forewarning

If you ever imply, that Malik is a cheap slut again, I will kill you. Marik won't be able to save you, because he'll be dead.

Theoretically, the marriage is to ensue that neither company turns on the other. If they do, both families would suffer.

As for the living situation, Malik and I get the master bedroom. End of discussion.

Sincerely,

Akatsuki Bakura

P.S. It pisses me off the most.

Sent at 4:30 p.m.

To: Akatsuki Bakura

Subject: Not Worried

For starters, the “cheap slut” I referred to earlier, was not Malik. It was you. Next, when you/Malik think you can overpower Marik, let me know. My great great great grandchildren would like to see your spirits try.

Also, Marik and I have already moved into the new place, and so, we've laid claim to the master bedroom.

Sadly, I do feel the need to ask: Did your mommy answer your questions about the merger?

Yours truly,

Akatsuki Ryou

Sent at 4:40 p.m.

To: Akatsuki Ryou

Subject: Your Answer

No, yours did.

From,

Akatsuki Bakura

Sent at 4:43 p.m.

To: Akatsuki Bakura

Subject: My Reply

Fuck you.

From,

Akatsuki Ryou

Sent at 4:57 p.m.

Bakura smirked to himself, knowing he'd gotten under Ryou's skin.

To: Akatsuki Ryou

Subject: Sorry To Inform You

I wouldn't drop Malik for you. You're not worth it, and you probably suck in bed… and not in the good way.

From,

Akatsuki Bakura

Sent at 5:04 p.m.

To: Akatsuki Bakura

Subject: Feeling Sympathetic

Too bad Malik can't say the same for you. He'd drop you in a second, if he had even the slightest chance at being with someone wealthier than you. Again.

Enjoy your sloppy seconds,

Akatsuki Ryou

Sent at 5:10 p.m.

Bakura growled as he read Ryou's response. He didn't bother replying, he'd deal with him tomorrow… in person.

Ryou smirked when an hour later he hadn't gotten a response. He was rather proud at having gotten under Bakura's skin. All he had to do was get through tomorrow, the day the four of them would officially become roomies.

TBC

This is an idea, I had a while back. If you think I should continue it, please let me know.