Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Night ❯ Charity ( Chapter 9 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kurayami Ryuu 
In which Ryou tries rather too hard to share, and then has a heart-to-heart discussion...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.28.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 386 | Status: Completed
In which Ryou tries rather too hard to share, and then has a heart-to-heart discussion...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.28.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 386 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I hate radio DJs. Oh, and Yugioh ain’t mine.
A/N: Uh, sorry if you happen to be a radio DJ O.o But it’s true! Well, okay, so I don’t hate them; they’re just doing their job. More like I hate the whole concept. Why do people have to talk between songs? Why, I ask you, why?! ...Has anybody noticed how obsessed I am with music? This author’s note, and the one where I was whining about my poor CDs, not to mention the fact that this fic is named after a song... (sweatdrop)
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Chapter Nine: Charity
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The next morning, Ryou tried to call Yami and Malik first. But Mr. Mouto said that Malik was locked in his room and Yami was apparently out. So he just called Mai. He told her about the will, and his plans to give a lot of the money to Jou and Kaiba. He invited her to come along with him; she accepted, and they got off.
When he looked up, he saw Bakura leaning against the living room doorframe. “I hope you can get Kaiba to accept your offer; he always was a bit of a hard-ass,” he said quietly, staring at the ground.
Ryou shivered, and started to walk away. “Wait.” He had half a mind to keep going, but he stopped anyway. “You need a ride, don’t you?”
“No thanks,” he said simply. “I’ll walk.”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Good luck on that, though I’d think it would be a bit of hindrance not knowing where they live...”
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In the end, Ryou did wind up riding with Bakura, despite the face that any type of physical contact with him was the last thing he wanted right now. But when they arrived at Jou’s apartment building, he hurriedly put Mai between them - and Yuugi, too.
“What are you doing here, Yuugi?” he asked curiously.
He beamed. “Jii-san told me about what you said, and I called Mai and asked her to pick me up. I can’t wait to see their faces!” Ryou chuckled at that, and together they walked to Jou’s apartment.
When they got there, Ryou knocked a little nervously. This place didn’t look much better than where Malik used to live... He was just about to knock again, when Jou finally opened the door. He grinned at them, stepping outside and shutting the door before speaking.
“Hey guys; what’s up?”
Ryou frowned. “Is anything wrong, Jou?”
He shrugged. “Nah. Just didn’t want to wake my old man up...”
Ryou winced; oh, that would explain it... “Hey, I have a present for you.”
He took the check Ryou held out for him, looking confused. Then he read the amount, and his eyes went wide. “W-what? Um, real funny, Ryou.”
He grinned. “It’s no joke, Jou. I just inherited my mom’s fortune, and I figured I’d share some of it with you.”
His mouth fell open, and he looked down at the check again. “R-Ryou, no way! This is enough to get me own apartment... hell, my own house! You can’t give this much to me!”
Mai whapped him. “Don’t be a knuckhead!” she said firmly. “Do you know how much money he got?” She leaned close, and whispered something in his ear. His eyes went even wider than they already were.
Grinning hugely, he hugged Ryou. He squeaked, then giggled. “Man, Ryou, I... I don’t know what to say! Thank you!”
He smiled as Jou let him go. “It’s nothing,” he said earnestly. “Hey, I have another check I’m going to give to Kaiba; you want to come?”
He scoffed. “You’re givin’ money to that ass? Eh, I suppose he needs it worse than me, really... He sure doesn’t deserve it, though. Fine, I’ll come; I hardly ever get to see something surprise Kaiba...”
A little later, they drove to a stop outside Kaiba’s house. Ryou started to knock on the door, but then Jou pushed him out of the way. “Let me; I love doing this...” He pounded on the door hard enough to make it shake on its hinges, shouting, “Get yer ass out here, Kaiba!” Ryou sweatdropped.
After about a minute’s worth of this, Kaiba finally opened the door. “What the fuck do you want?” he snapped. “It’s too early to have to put up with you freaks...”
Jou snickered. Kaiba was wearing his usual clothes, but it was very likely that he didn’t own any pajamas. His messy hair and half-asleep expression spoke for themselves. “Early? It’s ten o’clock! Late night, Kaiba?”
He scowled. “One more word, and I will rip your spine out and strangle you with it.” Jou paled slightly. “Not as if it’s any of your business, but I just like to sleep late. Now, I’m only going to ask one more time, what the fuck do you want?”
Ryou grinned nervously. “Here, this is for you,” he said, handing him a check.
Kaiba stared blankly at it for a minute, then looked back up. “Is this supposed to be funny?”
“Nope! I just inherited a whole bunch of money, so I thought I’d give some to you. You can buy your own house, and-”
As he talked, Kaiba’s eyes narrowed. Now he dropped to check to the ground. “You’d better burn that, because I don’t want it,” he said quietly, and slammed the door in their faces.
They all exchanged shocked looks. Bakura sighed. “I thought he’d do this,” he commented.
Jou started hammering on the door again. “You better get back out here right now, Kaiba!” But there was no response.
Finally, he sighed. “I’m sorry, Ryou, but I really don’t think there’s anything we can do,” he admitted.
He shrugged sadly. “Oh well,” he said. “At least we tried... Next time you see him, tell him the offer’s still open.” And they turned to go.
“Ryou, give the check to me.”
Ryou looked up, startled. It was Yuugi who had spoken. “I think I might be able to talk him into it,” he continued.
Jou eyed him quizzically. “No offense, Yug’, but I think it’s gonna take a lot more than you to get to that bastard.”
He smiled. “I wouldn’t be so sure. The other day, when he didn’t show up at the hospital, we talked about a lot of things...”
Ryou raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, Yuugi... I think it would take a lot more than one conversation to get close to Kaiba...” But Yuugi just shook his head determinedly.
“Maybe when he’s sober,” he said, just a hint of mischief in his voice.
Mai waved a hand as Ryou was about to protest again. “You’ve never seen Kaiba drunk, Ryou; I’m almost inclined to believe him. Anyway, he knows best, I’m sure. Give him a shot.” Reluctantly, Ryou handed the check over. “I’ll just wait outside, ’kay?” Yuugi smiled thankfully.
Once the others had gone, Yuugi knocked on the door. After a few moments, Kaiba opened it. “Wha - Yuugi? What are you still doing here?”
Before he could protest, Yuugi darted under his arm into the house. “Kaiba, don’t be such an idiot!” Kaiba stared. “All you can think of is your own stupid pride, but did it ever occur to you that you’re supposed to be taking care of Mokuba? You’re letting him grow up in a filthy neighborhood, in a house that the city could come and tear down any time! In fact, they should have already, because it’s not safe.” He gestured at the rotting floorboards and moldy wallpaper. “I thought you were more responsible than that!”
Kaiba glared. “I know perfectly well what my responsibilities are,” he snapped. “And I can take care of them just fine without help from anybody else!”
Yuugi leaned past him and pushed the door shut. “Okay, then prove it,” he said. “Take back Kaiba Corp. It’s rightfully yours; you said so yourself.”
“I don’t want to have anything to do with that company,” he said tensely. “Get out of my house.”
Yuugi laughed humorlessly. “What did I just get finished saying, Kaiba? It’s not even your house! But I guess it’s worth you and your little brother getting kicked out on the streets as long as you don’t loose face, huh? I don’t want that to happen to Mokuba... or you...” And with that he pushed past him, shutting his own door in his face and leaving him with the unpleasant suspicion that Yuugi had been crying.
It was only after staring dazedly at the door for a few moments that Kaiba realized Yuugi had shoved the check into his hand. He sighed, ripping it up.
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It was getting late again. Bakura lay on his back in bed, trying to drown his mind in music. But over the song, he heard someone knocking on the door. He switched the radio off, the closest he tended to get to an invitation to come in.
Ryou poked his head around the door. “Can I talk to you?” he asked a little nervously.
Bakura just shrugged, feeling disgusted by his own cold behavior. Ryou hesitated, then came in, sitting down at the very edge of the bed. He looked poised to run at any moment. “I’m not going to eat you, you know,” Bakura said dryly.
“I know,” he said apologetically, grinning a little. But he quickly sobered up again. “Listen, I need to talk to you about... the other night.”
Bakura froze, suddenly becoming fascinated by his carpet. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have... I know it was wrong, but-”
“But I liked it,” Ryou said bitterly. “Which is why... I can’t stay here. I’m running away. Don’t tell dad?”
He gaped. “W-what? No fucking way! There’re people out there who’ll chew you up and spit you out; I can’t-”
“I am fifteen, you know,” he interrupted. “I’m almost old enough to get a job; I’ll be able to get by on the money I inherited until then. I’m not a baby, Bakura.”
“Where’ll you go?” he demanded, failing to keep the panic out of his voice. “Ever thought about that?”
He shrugged. “Wherever I can. Who knows? Maybe I’ll use some of my money to buy a house down south where it’s warmer, or I could fly to Britain and live with my friends back there. I just... can’t stay here... I’m sorry.”
Bakura shook his head, feeling dazed. “What’s so wrong about us being together, anyway?” he asked quietly. “We both care about each other...” Ryou just stared at him. He sighed. “Fine. So you’re really set on this, huh?” Ryou nodded. “No fucking way. I can’t let you do that; you don’t know the first thing about taking care of yourself. I know you hate it when I say that, but it’s true. I’ll leave.”
Ryou’s eyes widened. “But - Bakura, all your friends-”
He shrugged. “So what? They’re your friends too. I think Malik and Mai together are enough to keep the rest of them from ripping each other to shreds. If we can’t be together, at least let me do this much for you. This whole mess is my fault, anyway.”
Ryou bowed his head. “What’ll I tell dad? He’s known you all your life; I’m kind of just a new-comer.”
Bakura shrugged again. “Tell him whatever. Tell him you have no idea and you never heard a thing about it. Tell him I left on a mystical magical journey of self-exploration.”
He managed a small smile. “Oh, how I will miss your sarcasm... Thank you, Bakura. Thank you so much...” He stood to go out, paused, and gave Bakura quick hug. Then he hurried off.
Bakura sighed, and turned the radio back on. Well, he certainly had a lot to think about now...
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A/N: (sniffle) Gee, this chapter was pretty sad too -.- Yay! You know what’s not fair? Bulma_Wannabe, her sister The Mad Tea Party, and I went to the mall yesterday. And Mad Tea Party saw the t-shirt that said ‘Your anger makes me happy’ first! But oh well; I got the t-shirt that says ‘I know how you feel. I just don’t care.’ So it’s all good :) Hmm, cool; I originally meant the title of this chapter to apply to the part with Kaiba, but it kinda applies to the last part, too. @.@ Deep... Oh! And one more random thing! I just thought I ought to warn you now, so I don’t get stoned to death for springing it on you all of the sudden - there are only two more chapters to this ficcy! T.T So sad... I think this'll be my longest posted fic to date O.o Review onegai?
A/N: Uh, sorry if you happen to be a radio DJ O.o But it’s true! Well, okay, so I don’t hate them; they’re just doing their job. More like I hate the whole concept. Why do people have to talk between songs? Why, I ask you, why?! ...Has anybody noticed how obsessed I am with music? This author’s note, and the one where I was whining about my poor CDs, not to mention the fact that this fic is named after a song... (sweatdrop)
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Chapter Nine: Charity
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The next morning, Ryou tried to call Yami and Malik first. But Mr. Mouto said that Malik was locked in his room and Yami was apparently out. So he just called Mai. He told her about the will, and his plans to give a lot of the money to Jou and Kaiba. He invited her to come along with him; she accepted, and they got off.
When he looked up, he saw Bakura leaning against the living room doorframe. “I hope you can get Kaiba to accept your offer; he always was a bit of a hard-ass,” he said quietly, staring at the ground.
Ryou shivered, and started to walk away. “Wait.” He had half a mind to keep going, but he stopped anyway. “You need a ride, don’t you?”
“No thanks,” he said simply. “I’ll walk.”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Good luck on that, though I’d think it would be a bit of hindrance not knowing where they live...”
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In the end, Ryou did wind up riding with Bakura, despite the face that any type of physical contact with him was the last thing he wanted right now. But when they arrived at Jou’s apartment building, he hurriedly put Mai between them - and Yuugi, too.
“What are you doing here, Yuugi?” he asked curiously.
He beamed. “Jii-san told me about what you said, and I called Mai and asked her to pick me up. I can’t wait to see their faces!” Ryou chuckled at that, and together they walked to Jou’s apartment.
When they got there, Ryou knocked a little nervously. This place didn’t look much better than where Malik used to live... He was just about to knock again, when Jou finally opened the door. He grinned at them, stepping outside and shutting the door before speaking.
“Hey guys; what’s up?”
Ryou frowned. “Is anything wrong, Jou?”
He shrugged. “Nah. Just didn’t want to wake my old man up...”
Ryou winced; oh, that would explain it... “Hey, I have a present for you.”
He took the check Ryou held out for him, looking confused. Then he read the amount, and his eyes went wide. “W-what? Um, real funny, Ryou.”
He grinned. “It’s no joke, Jou. I just inherited my mom’s fortune, and I figured I’d share some of it with you.”
His mouth fell open, and he looked down at the check again. “R-Ryou, no way! This is enough to get me own apartment... hell, my own house! You can’t give this much to me!”
Mai whapped him. “Don’t be a knuckhead!” she said firmly. “Do you know how much money he got?” She leaned close, and whispered something in his ear. His eyes went even wider than they already were.
Grinning hugely, he hugged Ryou. He squeaked, then giggled. “Man, Ryou, I... I don’t know what to say! Thank you!”
He smiled as Jou let him go. “It’s nothing,” he said earnestly. “Hey, I have another check I’m going to give to Kaiba; you want to come?”
He scoffed. “You’re givin’ money to that ass? Eh, I suppose he needs it worse than me, really... He sure doesn’t deserve it, though. Fine, I’ll come; I hardly ever get to see something surprise Kaiba...”
A little later, they drove to a stop outside Kaiba’s house. Ryou started to knock on the door, but then Jou pushed him out of the way. “Let me; I love doing this...” He pounded on the door hard enough to make it shake on its hinges, shouting, “Get yer ass out here, Kaiba!” Ryou sweatdropped.
After about a minute’s worth of this, Kaiba finally opened the door. “What the fuck do you want?” he snapped. “It’s too early to have to put up with you freaks...”
Jou snickered. Kaiba was wearing his usual clothes, but it was very likely that he didn’t own any pajamas. His messy hair and half-asleep expression spoke for themselves. “Early? It’s ten o’clock! Late night, Kaiba?”
He scowled. “One more word, and I will rip your spine out and strangle you with it.” Jou paled slightly. “Not as if it’s any of your business, but I just like to sleep late. Now, I’m only going to ask one more time, what the fuck do you want?”
Ryou grinned nervously. “Here, this is for you,” he said, handing him a check.
Kaiba stared blankly at it for a minute, then looked back up. “Is this supposed to be funny?”
“Nope! I just inherited a whole bunch of money, so I thought I’d give some to you. You can buy your own house, and-”
As he talked, Kaiba’s eyes narrowed. Now he dropped to check to the ground. “You’d better burn that, because I don’t want it,” he said quietly, and slammed the door in their faces.
They all exchanged shocked looks. Bakura sighed. “I thought he’d do this,” he commented.
Jou started hammering on the door again. “You better get back out here right now, Kaiba!” But there was no response.
Finally, he sighed. “I’m sorry, Ryou, but I really don’t think there’s anything we can do,” he admitted.
He shrugged sadly. “Oh well,” he said. “At least we tried... Next time you see him, tell him the offer’s still open.” And they turned to go.
“Ryou, give the check to me.”
Ryou looked up, startled. It was Yuugi who had spoken. “I think I might be able to talk him into it,” he continued.
Jou eyed him quizzically. “No offense, Yug’, but I think it’s gonna take a lot more than you to get to that bastard.”
He smiled. “I wouldn’t be so sure. The other day, when he didn’t show up at the hospital, we talked about a lot of things...”
Ryou raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, Yuugi... I think it would take a lot more than one conversation to get close to Kaiba...” But Yuugi just shook his head determinedly.
“Maybe when he’s sober,” he said, just a hint of mischief in his voice.
Mai waved a hand as Ryou was about to protest again. “You’ve never seen Kaiba drunk, Ryou; I’m almost inclined to believe him. Anyway, he knows best, I’m sure. Give him a shot.” Reluctantly, Ryou handed the check over. “I’ll just wait outside, ’kay?” Yuugi smiled thankfully.
Once the others had gone, Yuugi knocked on the door. After a few moments, Kaiba opened it. “Wha - Yuugi? What are you still doing here?”
Before he could protest, Yuugi darted under his arm into the house. “Kaiba, don’t be such an idiot!” Kaiba stared. “All you can think of is your own stupid pride, but did it ever occur to you that you’re supposed to be taking care of Mokuba? You’re letting him grow up in a filthy neighborhood, in a house that the city could come and tear down any time! In fact, they should have already, because it’s not safe.” He gestured at the rotting floorboards and moldy wallpaper. “I thought you were more responsible than that!”
Kaiba glared. “I know perfectly well what my responsibilities are,” he snapped. “And I can take care of them just fine without help from anybody else!”
Yuugi leaned past him and pushed the door shut. “Okay, then prove it,” he said. “Take back Kaiba Corp. It’s rightfully yours; you said so yourself.”
“I don’t want to have anything to do with that company,” he said tensely. “Get out of my house.”
Yuugi laughed humorlessly. “What did I just get finished saying, Kaiba? It’s not even your house! But I guess it’s worth you and your little brother getting kicked out on the streets as long as you don’t loose face, huh? I don’t want that to happen to Mokuba... or you...” And with that he pushed past him, shutting his own door in his face and leaving him with the unpleasant suspicion that Yuugi had been crying.
It was only after staring dazedly at the door for a few moments that Kaiba realized Yuugi had shoved the check into his hand. He sighed, ripping it up.
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It was getting late again. Bakura lay on his back in bed, trying to drown his mind in music. But over the song, he heard someone knocking on the door. He switched the radio off, the closest he tended to get to an invitation to come in.
Ryou poked his head around the door. “Can I talk to you?” he asked a little nervously.
Bakura just shrugged, feeling disgusted by his own cold behavior. Ryou hesitated, then came in, sitting down at the very edge of the bed. He looked poised to run at any moment. “I’m not going to eat you, you know,” Bakura said dryly.
“I know,” he said apologetically, grinning a little. But he quickly sobered up again. “Listen, I need to talk to you about... the other night.”
Bakura froze, suddenly becoming fascinated by his carpet. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have... I know it was wrong, but-”
“But I liked it,” Ryou said bitterly. “Which is why... I can’t stay here. I’m running away. Don’t tell dad?”
He gaped. “W-what? No fucking way! There’re people out there who’ll chew you up and spit you out; I can’t-”
“I am fifteen, you know,” he interrupted. “I’m almost old enough to get a job; I’ll be able to get by on the money I inherited until then. I’m not a baby, Bakura.”
“Where’ll you go?” he demanded, failing to keep the panic out of his voice. “Ever thought about that?”
He shrugged. “Wherever I can. Who knows? Maybe I’ll use some of my money to buy a house down south where it’s warmer, or I could fly to Britain and live with my friends back there. I just... can’t stay here... I’m sorry.”
Bakura shook his head, feeling dazed. “What’s so wrong about us being together, anyway?” he asked quietly. “We both care about each other...” Ryou just stared at him. He sighed. “Fine. So you’re really set on this, huh?” Ryou nodded. “No fucking way. I can’t let you do that; you don’t know the first thing about taking care of yourself. I know you hate it when I say that, but it’s true. I’ll leave.”
Ryou’s eyes widened. “But - Bakura, all your friends-”
He shrugged. “So what? They’re your friends too. I think Malik and Mai together are enough to keep the rest of them from ripping each other to shreds. If we can’t be together, at least let me do this much for you. This whole mess is my fault, anyway.”
Ryou bowed his head. “What’ll I tell dad? He’s known you all your life; I’m kind of just a new-comer.”
Bakura shrugged again. “Tell him whatever. Tell him you have no idea and you never heard a thing about it. Tell him I left on a mystical magical journey of self-exploration.”
He managed a small smile. “Oh, how I will miss your sarcasm... Thank you, Bakura. Thank you so much...” He stood to go out, paused, and gave Bakura quick hug. Then he hurried off.
Bakura sighed, and turned the radio back on. Well, he certainly had a lot to think about now...
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A/N: (sniffle) Gee, this chapter was pretty sad too -.- Yay! You know what’s not fair? Bulma_Wannabe, her sister The Mad Tea Party, and I went to the mall yesterday. And Mad Tea Party saw the t-shirt that said ‘Your anger makes me happy’ first! But oh well; I got the t-shirt that says ‘I know how you feel. I just don’t care.’ So it’s all good :) Hmm, cool; I originally meant the title of this chapter to apply to the part with Kaiba, but it kinda applies to the last part, too. @.@ Deep... Oh! And one more random thing! I just thought I ought to warn you now, so I don’t get stoned to death for springing it on you all of the sudden - there are only two more chapters to this ficcy! T.T So sad... I think this'll be my longest posted fic to date O.o Review onegai?