Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Night ❯ Wonderful ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Kurayami Ryuu 
Finally, the RyouxBakura fluff you've all (?) been waiting for!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 438 | Status: Completed
Finally, the RyouxBakura fluff you've all (?) been waiting for!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 438 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Who-o-oO-O-Oo-o-oO-O-O! ...Drat, and here I was hoping to scare the lawyers off. Yugioh not mine, meh. Neither is ‘Beautiful Night’ by The Burden Brothers.
A/N: I have discovered that it is getting harder and harder to come up with one-word titles. Has anyone noticed how cunningly I’ve managed to keep the title of each chapter down to one word? No? O.O All that hard work, for nothing... (swoon) ...heh... Yes, I am absolutely insane, I know :) (sniffle) This chapter is gonna be sad... Probably, if it actually goes the way I planned for once... Oh, and I have no excuse whatsoever for why Bakura might be listening to American music despite the fact that he lives in Japan. Sorry. Okay, shutting up now. Enjoy!
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Chapter Seven: Wonderful
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Bakura lay sprawled out on his bed, staring at the ceiling. What were they going to do now? Because he, Ryou and Jou had all been caught, they hadn’t been able to get enough money to pay for Malik’s hospital bills.
The answer was simple, really. He could just accept Mai’s charity. But it was going to take a while for his pride to let him admit he was wrong.
His mind wandered to less uncomfortable subjects. What about Mai and Jou, eh? They made a great couple... He was pretty jealous, actually. He wished he could get himself a girl. But who would be interested in a dangerous criminal like him? Well, plenty of girls, really, but they weren’t his type.
He was so deep in thought that he actually managed to miss the screams from downstairs. But he didn’t miss it, a few minutes later, when someone came running up the stairs. Nor did he miss it when Ryou came bursting into his room without even knocking and threw his arms around him.
Bakura squeaked. W-what the hell did he think he was doing? He blushed. He was... warm...
Ryou pulled away, giggling. It was then that Bakura noticed the letter clutched in his hand. “Bakura! You’ll never believe it!”
He raised an eyebrow, trying to get his blush to go away. “What? Have you lost your mind? Well, I’d believe that...”
He glowered at him, but was apparently too happy to get really mad. “No, baka. I just got a letter from the lawyer that was settling all of our mother’s affairs back in Britain. He says that they’ve located her will - she left everything to me!”
Bakura gaped. “M-money?” he managed to get out, his eyes lighting up. Then the words register, and he frowned. “Hey, none for me? That’s rude...”
Ryou giggled again. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll give you some! And we can pay off Malik’s hospital bills too! And I think I’ll give some to Jou and Kaiba, too, because they’ve got it pretty bad...”
Bakura raised an eyebrow. “...How much money did you get?” he demanded.
Ryou shrugged. “Tons! Mother was very rich. And then there’s the house, too. This is so amazing, I could kiss you!”
Bakura made a face. “I don’t think you need to go that far, imoto,” he said, shivering.
Ryou grinned mischievously. “Hey, how many times have I told you not to call me that? Okay, just for that, I am going to kiss you!”
Bakura stared. H-he... He WHAT?! Well, this seemed like a pretty good reason to run away... He tried to get up, but Ryou grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back onto the bed. He probably could have gotten away, but he was so shocked that he just lay there, and... Ryou kissed him on the cheek.
Bakura gaped as Ryou stood up, and winked. “Hah, I scared you, didn’t I? And you know, I just thought of something - if I’m a girl, but we’re identical twins, then you must be a girl too! Hey, I need to go tell dad about the will; see you!” And he walked out.
Bakura raised a hand to touch his cheek, dazed. What... was that all about? More importantly, why did he feel disappointed now?
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Hours passed slowly. After the Incident, as he had come to think of it, Bakura had purposely disappeared. He had gone up onto the roof, possibly the most private place at their house next to the bathroom, and spent the next few hours thinking.
It probably isn’t good to be alone after something like that, he thought half-jokingly. I might make something out of it.
He sighed. Too late for that...
It was dark now, and cloudy. The only stars to be seen were the artificial ones, the city lights. Cities were always more beautiful at night... but its charm was lost on him. Bakura was staring at the dark sky, thinking - and listening to music; he had brought a portable radio and headphones up with him.
It's a beautiful night for feeling lonely
A beautiful night for being afraid
So raise your hands, you one and only's
You one-of-a-kinds who feel this way
I don't want to talk, don't want to explain it
I don't want to fuck and I don't want to fight
It's only a feeling, it's fleet and fading
It's all over the world, and it's only tonight
Cause it's a beautiful night, beautiful night, yeah
Beautiful night, beautiful night to be here...
He narrowed his eyes. This song fitted his mood... Too well.
It’s a perfect time for being wasted,
A perfect time to watch the stars...
There were no stars tonight...
Suddenly, he ripped the headphones off. Enough. Maybe that’s what he needed to do; get wasted. Stop thinking... Then he looked up.
Ryou was sitting on the roof next to him, smiling.
“So this is where you ran off to,” he commented, smiling. “We were worried about you... Is something wrong?”
Bakura blinked at him, then rolled onto his back again. “Nope,” he said simply.
Ryou chuckled, resting his chin on his palm. “Y’know, you’re pretty weird, but I don’t think even you’re weird enough to spend the afternoon on the roof for no particular reason.”
Bakura scowled. Damn, this kid was smart... “Drop it, okay?”
Ryou sighed, and layed back too. “Bakura, I... I haven’t really know you that long. And I’ve found out that you can be very cruel.” Bakura winced. Oh, how sweet... “But... I think you’re actually a really good person underneath. So if you would just tell me what’s wrong, I’ll try to help if I can.”
Well... that came as a bit of a surprise. Did he really think that? He supposed he owed it to him, for showing him such undeserving kindness... But what exaclty was wrong, anyway? All these hours out here, and he still wasn’t sure exactly what it was that he was feeling...
He flashed to all those times on the motercycle with Ryou clinging to his waist for dear life... or the time in the jail... that kiss, and the dissapointment he felt afterwards, wanting more... Did he really feel something more than brotherly towards him? He bit his lip, wishing this was just a bad dream that he could wake up from. That was... disgusting... but...
He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Ryou, staring worriedly at him. Maybe it was a beautiful night, after all... He kissed him.
It was the slow but desperate kind of kiss of someone who knows this will probably be the only one they will ever get. He pinned his hands gently to the roof... then he pulled away, panting. For a moment they just stared at each other; Bakura tried in vain to read the other’s eyes. Then he released his hands and stood up, his back turned.
“What...” he heard Ryou whisper, so quitetly that he bairly caught it.
“I just wanted to see what it was like,” he muttered.
“And?”
He closed his eyes. It wasn’t supposed to hurt like this, was it? “It was... wonderful.”
Slowly, Ryou stood up too, and walked away.
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A/N: (sniff) (sniffle) Wah!!!!!!! That was one of the saddest things I’ve ever had to write! And... I have discovered that writing sad, cruel things makes me very happy :) Probably because I know that they will make other people much sadder than they made me; bwuhahaha!!! Hey, look on the bright side; at least I finally explained the title... Um, review onegai?
A/N: I have discovered that it is getting harder and harder to come up with one-word titles. Has anyone noticed how cunningly I’ve managed to keep the title of each chapter down to one word? No? O.O All that hard work, for nothing... (swoon) ...heh... Yes, I am absolutely insane, I know :) (sniffle) This chapter is gonna be sad... Probably, if it actually goes the way I planned for once... Oh, and I have no excuse whatsoever for why Bakura might be listening to American music despite the fact that he lives in Japan. Sorry. Okay, shutting up now. Enjoy!
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Chapter Seven: Wonderful
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Bakura lay sprawled out on his bed, staring at the ceiling. What were they going to do now? Because he, Ryou and Jou had all been caught, they hadn’t been able to get enough money to pay for Malik’s hospital bills.
The answer was simple, really. He could just accept Mai’s charity. But it was going to take a while for his pride to let him admit he was wrong.
His mind wandered to less uncomfortable subjects. What about Mai and Jou, eh? They made a great couple... He was pretty jealous, actually. He wished he could get himself a girl. But who would be interested in a dangerous criminal like him? Well, plenty of girls, really, but they weren’t his type.
He was so deep in thought that he actually managed to miss the screams from downstairs. But he didn’t miss it, a few minutes later, when someone came running up the stairs. Nor did he miss it when Ryou came bursting into his room without even knocking and threw his arms around him.
Bakura squeaked. W-what the hell did he think he was doing? He blushed. He was... warm...
Ryou pulled away, giggling. It was then that Bakura noticed the letter clutched in his hand. “Bakura! You’ll never believe it!”
He raised an eyebrow, trying to get his blush to go away. “What? Have you lost your mind? Well, I’d believe that...”
He glowered at him, but was apparently too happy to get really mad. “No, baka. I just got a letter from the lawyer that was settling all of our mother’s affairs back in Britain. He says that they’ve located her will - she left everything to me!”
Bakura gaped. “M-money?” he managed to get out, his eyes lighting up. Then the words register, and he frowned. “Hey, none for me? That’s rude...”
Ryou giggled again. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll give you some! And we can pay off Malik’s hospital bills too! And I think I’ll give some to Jou and Kaiba, too, because they’ve got it pretty bad...”
Bakura raised an eyebrow. “...How much money did you get?” he demanded.
Ryou shrugged. “Tons! Mother was very rich. And then there’s the house, too. This is so amazing, I could kiss you!”
Bakura made a face. “I don’t think you need to go that far, imoto,” he said, shivering.
Ryou grinned mischievously. “Hey, how many times have I told you not to call me that? Okay, just for that, I am going to kiss you!”
Bakura stared. H-he... He WHAT?! Well, this seemed like a pretty good reason to run away... He tried to get up, but Ryou grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back onto the bed. He probably could have gotten away, but he was so shocked that he just lay there, and... Ryou kissed him on the cheek.
Bakura gaped as Ryou stood up, and winked. “Hah, I scared you, didn’t I? And you know, I just thought of something - if I’m a girl, but we’re identical twins, then you must be a girl too! Hey, I need to go tell dad about the will; see you!” And he walked out.
Bakura raised a hand to touch his cheek, dazed. What... was that all about? More importantly, why did he feel disappointed now?
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Hours passed slowly. After the Incident, as he had come to think of it, Bakura had purposely disappeared. He had gone up onto the roof, possibly the most private place at their house next to the bathroom, and spent the next few hours thinking.
It probably isn’t good to be alone after something like that, he thought half-jokingly. I might make something out of it.
He sighed. Too late for that...
It was dark now, and cloudy. The only stars to be seen were the artificial ones, the city lights. Cities were always more beautiful at night... but its charm was lost on him. Bakura was staring at the dark sky, thinking - and listening to music; he had brought a portable radio and headphones up with him.
It's a beautiful night for feeling lonely
A beautiful night for being afraid
So raise your hands, you one and only's
You one-of-a-kinds who feel this way
I don't want to talk, don't want to explain it
I don't want to fuck and I don't want to fight
It's only a feeling, it's fleet and fading
It's all over the world, and it's only tonight
Cause it's a beautiful night, beautiful night, yeah
Beautiful night, beautiful night to be here...
He narrowed his eyes. This song fitted his mood... Too well.
It’s a perfect time for being wasted,
A perfect time to watch the stars...
There were no stars tonight...
Suddenly, he ripped the headphones off. Enough. Maybe that’s what he needed to do; get wasted. Stop thinking... Then he looked up.
Ryou was sitting on the roof next to him, smiling.
“So this is where you ran off to,” he commented, smiling. “We were worried about you... Is something wrong?”
Bakura blinked at him, then rolled onto his back again. “Nope,” he said simply.
Ryou chuckled, resting his chin on his palm. “Y’know, you’re pretty weird, but I don’t think even you’re weird enough to spend the afternoon on the roof for no particular reason.”
Bakura scowled. Damn, this kid was smart... “Drop it, okay?”
Ryou sighed, and layed back too. “Bakura, I... I haven’t really know you that long. And I’ve found out that you can be very cruel.” Bakura winced. Oh, how sweet... “But... I think you’re actually a really good person underneath. So if you would just tell me what’s wrong, I’ll try to help if I can.”
Well... that came as a bit of a surprise. Did he really think that? He supposed he owed it to him, for showing him such undeserving kindness... But what exaclty was wrong, anyway? All these hours out here, and he still wasn’t sure exactly what it was that he was feeling...
He flashed to all those times on the motercycle with Ryou clinging to his waist for dear life... or the time in the jail... that kiss, and the dissapointment he felt afterwards, wanting more... Did he really feel something more than brotherly towards him? He bit his lip, wishing this was just a bad dream that he could wake up from. That was... disgusting... but...
He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Ryou, staring worriedly at him. Maybe it was a beautiful night, after all... He kissed him.
It was the slow but desperate kind of kiss of someone who knows this will probably be the only one they will ever get. He pinned his hands gently to the roof... then he pulled away, panting. For a moment they just stared at each other; Bakura tried in vain to read the other’s eyes. Then he released his hands and stood up, his back turned.
“What...” he heard Ryou whisper, so quitetly that he bairly caught it.
“I just wanted to see what it was like,” he muttered.
“And?”
He closed his eyes. It wasn’t supposed to hurt like this, was it? “It was... wonderful.”
Slowly, Ryou stood up too, and walked away.
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A/N: (sniff) (sniffle) Wah!!!!!!! That was one of the saddest things I’ve ever had to write! And... I have discovered that writing sad, cruel things makes me very happy :) Probably because I know that they will make other people much sadder than they made me; bwuhahaha!!! Hey, look on the bright side; at least I finally explained the title... Um, review onegai?