Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Catastrophe ❯ Ground Rules or Dealing With Every Day Shit ( Chapter 2 )

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Ground Rules or Dealing with Everyday Shit

`This has to be a dream.' Bakura thought to himself. He remembered this day clearly, it was the day that would cause the change in his relationship with Ryou.

It was weird though, being able to see the event from a different perspective. He could see himself at the age of 10, curled up with a 9-year-old Ryou in the backseat of the car. Ryou's mom, Asakura, was driving them to the mall, for what though, he couldn't remember.

“Bakura, we'll always be together, right?”

“Of course.”

“And when we grow up, I'll have lots of babies for you.”

“Stupid, boys can't have babies.” he shot at him before he could think his words through.

It was sad, after everything Ryou had tried to do to him, he still felt bad when he saw the slight tremor in his lip, at his careless remark.

“But, we can adopt some, so it doesn't matter.”

It was also sad, how he still felt relieved at the sight of 9-year-old Ryou's smile.

“Really?”

“Yup.”

And here comes the ironic part.

“Oh, I can't wait for that! I'll have lots of grandbabies to spoil! Hurry and grow up already! I can't wait for your wedding! If you make me wait any longer, I might just die.” Asakura chuckled joyously.

“Mommy, you shouldn't talk like that!” Ryou giggled.

“Oh really now,” she turned around to regard the two, “Bakura, whose side are you on?”

He watched himself pretend to think about it. “Well, a smart man always takes his fiancé's side.”

Asakura chuckled some more at their silly conversation.

“Mommy, the light is green now.” Ryou chirped before going back to cuddling into Bakura's side.

Asakura nodded her thanks and pushed the gas pedal.

He really didn't want to see this.

“Bakura?”

Well this was different. He didn't remember hearing Ryou speak to him.

“Bakura?”

What was wrong with his voice? Ryou's voice was a lot more high-pitched than that.

“Bakura?”

Something was definitely wrong, he could hear the screams in the background, and yet all he could focus on was Ryou's weird ass voice.

“Bakura, WAKE UP!!!!”

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Bakura shot up and turned to stare at Malik. “Can I help you?”

“I'm bored.” Malik mumbled, putting on the cutest smile he could muster.

Bakura sighed and leaned against the headboard. “And what do you propose we do?”

“Well,” Malik began to walk his fingers up Bakura's leg. “We could fool around a little.” He crawled over to straddle Bakura, their chests touching.

“Didn't I fuck you before we moved here?”

“Yeah, but that was,” he glanced at the clock on the nightstand, “five hours ago.”

“Only five?” Sarcasm dripped from his voice.

“Hey! I let you have your nap, so now, you should let me have my—”

“Don't you mean MY cock?”

“Does it matter? I want it now!”

Rolling his eyes, Bakura grabbed Malik by the hips, and prepared to flip him over.

BAM!

The door slammed open before he could.

“Please don't fuck in front of me. I wasn't able to fit spewing chunks, into my busy day schedule, so it will have to wait for a while.”

“Shut up.” Bakura growled as his eyes snapped to Ryou standing in the doorway.

Ryou rolled his eyes. “Come downstairs, we have some things to discuss.”

“And why can't we talk here?” Malik sneered.

Ryou sighed in irritation. “Because, the living room is neutral territory.”

Malik and Bakura regarded each other, before silently deciding that they would go, but only to hear what it was about.

After a short trek down the stairs, and into the living room, Bakura calmly observed the room. He hadn't taken the time to when he had initially arrived hours earlier, his primary concern being the master bedroom.

Marik sat glaring at all of them from his position on the couch, though the black plush couch was sinking from his weight alone, and ruining his threatening image. He watched as Ryou walked over to the couch and settled himself in Marik's lap. He also watched rather curiously as Marik gave Ryou the coldest look he had ever seen, before gripping his hair and staring at his face.

Something about that bothered him, but if Ryou was stupid enough to stay in an abusive relationship, he really couldn't be bothered to care.

He stalked his way over to the loveseat, and plopped into it, and noticed how extremely comfortable it was. He sank a good inch or two into it. Malik joined him seconds later, curling up with him in position that gave him a distinct feeling of déjà vu.

The two couples attempted to stare each other down.

“Well,” Bakura began, “why the fuck did you call us down?”

“Ground rules.” Ryou said.

“What?”

“We can't all live here and have absolutely no rules.”

“And why not?” Malik asked. “Is that stick, so far up your ass, you can't have any fun?”

Ryou didn't bother getting upset about that. “Malik, Bakura may be a stick, but Marik's more like a tree trunk.” Bakura bristled at his answer. “But to answer your question, no, the imaginary stick is not so far up my ass, that I can't have any fun. But in its defense, your imaginary brain is not so large as to give you any common sense.”

“Excuse me?” Malik prepared to launch himself at the Ryou.

Ryou ignored Malik's outburst. “Rule number one: No parties, without everyone's permission.”

“What? Why the hell not?”

“Because you dolt,” This time Marik took the reigns. “If you actually want to attempt the impossible by trying to pass a test, you need quiet. If I decide to throw a party on the night before your test, you won't be able to study.”

“Attempt the impossible?” Malik echoed. Bakura noticed that despite the fact that Malik was glaring at Marik, tears were beginning to prick his eyes.

`How did he know about that?' he wondered to himself. It had taken him months to realize that about Malik, and yet, Marik seemed to already know.

Ryou looked at Marik weirdly, wondering where that comment had come from. Ignoring it he moved on.

“Rule number two: Clean whatever room you slept in.”

“That's what the maids are for.” Bakura snorted.

“Which brings us to rule number three: No maids.”

“What?” Malik cried.

“Maids are for people who can't do anything for themselves. If you want to live in a large house, make sure you have time to clean it up.”

“That's not fair. We should v-vote on this! Why do you get to make the rules?”

“If we take a vote we'll end up split down the middle.”

“How about this.” Marik smirked. “Whoever gets the best grade in school gets to decide whether or not we have a maid. Deal?” he sneered at Malik, “Or, are you not smart enough for the challenge?”

Bakura glared at him. What a low blow.

“Deal.” Malik hissed at him.

“Until then, we clean our own mess. Any volunteers for the bathroom?”

They all looked at each other.

“Not it.”

“Not it.”

“Not it.”

“Not i—fuck!” Bakura cried.

“Sorry. babe,” Malik snickered patting Bakura on the head. “Seems like your master reflexes aren't going to save you this time.” Bakura glared at him.

“Next, if someone sweeps, someone else can vacuum the rug.” Ryou continued.

He wasn't kidding either. Unbeknownst to Malik and Bakura sweeping the whole house took less time and energy than vacuuming the rug that covered most of the living room floor. Marik and Ryou knew, they were the ones that checked, a few days after moving in.

Malik thought about it, vacuum a single rug, or sweep the whole house. Pretty obvious choice, right?

“I'll vacuum.” he said.

“I'll sweep.” Marik smirked. He would enjoy sweeping. Especially when he swept the dirt and debris onto the rug Malik would be struggling to clean.

“Then I'll do the kitchen.” Ryou finished. “And rule number four: No sex in the kitchen or living room. And before you say anything,” he added when Malik opened his mouth. “We eat in those two places and I don't want your germs anywhere near my food.”

Malik grudgingly agreed to the logic behind that rule.

“Last rule, for now at least: Fend for yourselves.”

“What?” Bakura asked.

“When it comes to food, you guys are on your own. And just because you don't have to wash your dishes doesn't mean you can leave them anywhere.”

“Fine. Is that all?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“Yes.”

“One more thing.” Malik said.

“What?”

“At school, we don't know each other.”

“We'll that's a given.” Marik sneered at him.

“You know what? Fuck you, and your fucking attitude!”

“Sorry, I wouldn't fuck an accessory to MURDER!” Marik roared at him, leaping to his feet.

Ryou crashed to the floor at Marik's motion, and raised his head to stare at him in horror. Slowly his eyes drifted over to Malik.

What the hell happened between them?

“Fuck you! I'm better than you will ever be! YOU NO GOOD TRAILOR TRASH!”

That sent Ryou flying to his feet. “Shut the fuck up, you stupid slut!”

“Why don't you back the fuck off, and go cross at a green light.”

Ryou flipped. “Before or after your mom takes me out with her?”

Bakura saw red. “You little shit!”

He lunged at Ryou. Marik clothes lined him with ease. They were about to start another brawl when they heard a call.

“Bakura, Malik, Ryou, Marik! I'm here! Sorry, I didn't come meet you earlier with Yaten earlier!”

“Kaita!” Ryou cried. “We're in the living room!”

They all glared at each other. But as Kaita approached they put on their masks of happiness. They could always deal with this later.

TBC

I meant to update this three weeks ago… but I was busy. In my defense I made up for it by ignoring my teachers and writing in class. I love how all my reviews are from the same three people. That makes me smile.