Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Charlie's Hikaris ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: idiot_lord 
We will start the interview with...ta da! RYOU!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.16.2005 | Updated On: 03.26.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 549 | Status: Work In Progress
We will start the interview with...ta da! RYOU!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.16.2005 | Updated On: 03.26.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 549 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything and all the other stuff.
Beware: It’s YAOI. There will be, of course, R-rated talk and the sex will be there eventually. Still working on when. One last thing, each chapter might be updated once every 2 weeks or less. Sorry. School is forever HELL.
Couples: Y/YY, R/B, M/M, J/S- mostly hikaris/yamis (yes, we consider Jou a hikari and Seto a yami. heh.)
=====chapter 6=====
Sitting nervously on his seat, fidgeting and twitching every second, the British albino decided he can’t take the silence any longer.
“Psst. You guys.” he whispers frantically in his rhinestone chocker, pushing the different color stone buttons. “Yugi, Malik, Jou. C’mon!”
Y-Hi Ryou, Hi Ryou, Hi Ryou, Hi Ryou!
“Yugi?” he said surprise in his friend’s hyperness.
J-Hold on, Ry. I jus gotta finish dis stupid test. Dammit.
M-Ryou, what’s wrong? Are you alone? Remember, we can’t talk to each other if someone sees us,
“I-I k-know, Malik, b-but I’m scared.” he cried in distress. “What if I failed the interview? You know how uncomfortable I get being alone with a stranger.”
J-Don’t worry about it, Ryou. We’re here, uh, sorta. Ok. I’m done.
Y-Yay! Jou is done! Jou is done! Yay!
J-Hey, Yuge? Are you alright? You sound kinda...
“Yugi?” Ryou said slowly. “What are you doing?”
Y-Hehehe. hm? Oh, nothing. Just waiting.
“And?” he softly pushed, not liking the sinking feeling he’s getting in his guts.
Y-Eatting Pixie Sticks! he he he he he
J/M-WHAT?!
“What?!” Ryou said franticly and almost jumped out of his seat. “Yugi, how did you get them? We banned them all from you!”
Yugi just kept on giggling, making Ryou even more nervous then at first. There was a reason why they took his sweets away. Because of they didn’t, the world would be doomed in less then a second.
M- Yugi, how many did you ate?
Y-um, I dunno. Two I think. he he he.
J- Only two?
Y-Yeppers. Two.....dozens!
“Oh, god.” Ryou gasp, lifting his hand to the chocker. “Yugi- don’t-”
Y-Ooh, lookie! Door open! Open sesame bun! he he he!
“Yugi!” Ryou cried but his connection to him was cut. Pushing the other stones he tries calling his other friends. “Jou! Malik! Guys?”
Suddenly he jumped when he heard the doorknob being turned.
‘Oh, no!’ he mind screamed in a panic and he set himself in the seat professionally, his back straight but still shacking with nerves, head concentrating on the neat form in front of him.
He heard the door opening and closing, the foot steps of his new boss/enemy walking towards him and taking the seat across from him. He flinched when the form he was staring at was snatched up.
“So, you’re.....Ryou Bakura?” the guy ask.
Ryou almost got a heart-attack hearing his name called from the deep harsh voice, but didn‘t. Instead, he started growing very warm as he felt the pair of eyes drilling on him.
“Y-y-yes, s-s-sir. I-I’m R-Ryou.” he stuttered, fumbling to keep his voice calm and smooth.
“Interesting name.” the other said, his voice very thoughtful.
“W-why is that. um sir?” Ryou ask, known for his curiosity.
“It’s my name that you seem to have.”
“Huh?”
“Look up!” the thoughtful tone from his voice turn into annoyed.
Frighten by the quick change of mood, Ryou hesitantly lifted his head, looking through his bangs. Losing his patient, the other grab Ryou’s chin into his palm and jerk his face up. Ryou yelp in surprise and his eyes widen further.
If the hand wasn’t holding his jaw, it would have dropped open. For in front of him, he sees...
“Huh. Looks like you even got my face. Wonder if I should sue you for impersonating me.” the other joked, grinning, his fangs showing.
Ryou just continue to stare at the other in shock.
‘It’s impossible! He, he looks just like me! Well, almost like me.’
He does have the same white hair and face but the rest is opposite. Unlike Ryou’s, the other’s hair was a bit darker with shadows and much messier, shaper in fact. His body is more built, more masculine unlike Ryou, who’s more delicate. He’s face was also different. Ryou’s face is more softer, his large doe eyes and pale skin makes him look more fragile and innocent. The other’s is more fiercer, his eyes sharp and dark, with his dark tan skin and his fangs adding to the affect of his dangerous aura.
But what shocked Ryou the most was that he was actually.....attracted to the other.
Ryou could feel a blush heating up to his cheeks and try to hold it down but know he’s been caught when he saw the grin growing wider.
“Uh, um, I...” he trailed off and avert his eyes somewhere else. “You’re Ryou, too?”
The darker one just chuckled before he released him. “No. My name’s Bakura.”
“oh.”
“Now, let’s get down to business. You want to work here?” Bakura asked bluntly.
Ryou kept his face down but was able to do a nod. “Yes. I’m hoping to.”
“But are you sure you want to work here?” he pointed a finger to the table.
Ryou follow the finger, feeling very strange when he felt his body shivered for some reason.” Y-yes.”
Bakura leaned in closer, his breath almost fanning Ryou. “Why?”
Ryou blushed red right now and started stuttering again, trying to form a solid excuse but his brain isn’t working now and his voice is caught in his throat. “Well, I uh. that is, you see I need-”
“How are you at waiting tables?” he cut in.
“Waiting?”
“Like a waiter? You know, passing drinks, taking orders, that sort of things?”
“Uh, I’m ok. I guess.” Ryou said feebly, willing to take any job.
“Hmm.” Bakura seems to consider it very seriously. “I’ll have to test you.”
“I’ll do anything for the job.” Ryou said bravely, some nervousness leaving him. “Just tell me what I have to do.”
Bakura look over his body, roaming his eyes slowly to every inch of him until he almost want to cover himself, wishing he was wearing his normal clothes that cover all over his body instead of his tight, revealing, white leather piece.
“Ok.” he said suddenly. “Let’s see what you got. Ryou.”
Then he got up and walk to one side of the wall with a large painting of the desert landscape. Touching the side of the frame, he pushed a secret button and suddenly the side of the wall opened up and door appeared. Ryou stared at it, amaze.
“C’mon.” Bakura ordered and walk in the door.
“Right.” Ryou said and stumble behind him. ‘I wonder what’s my test going to be.’
“This is it.” Bakura said casually.
“A-are y-you sure t-this is s-safe, Bakura-sama?” Ryou stuttered nervously, his eyes wide as saucers, fill with fear.
Bakura was sitting on a simple chair with a small table, decorated with a candle. He crossed his arms and look across the gall where Ryou sands nervously. “Oh, of course I’m sure. It’s a simple task and if you want to get the job, you better pass. Or...” he shrugged carelessly.
If it could, Ryou turned paler and started shacking visibly. “I-I do, Bakura-sama. I-I want the Job.”
Bakura smirked deviously with the charms of a devil. “Then come on. Deliver my drink.”
Ryou’s eyes grew wider as he look at the hall walls on both of his sides and up at the ceiling tot he floor.
"Now, Ryou." Bakura said in a light growl, tapping his finger in a sign of impatient.
Ryou look back at him and placing the tray with a tall glass of shot (a small glass) of brandy that's filled to about the rim of the glass. He gulped a huge lump in his throat and try to steady his hand, making sure not to spill the drink. Letting out a deep breath, he stepped forward, smoothly from years of silently collecting information from the shadows.
The first few steps were simple enough. That was until he felt a swoosh as something shot out from the side and nearly hitting him.
Gasping, Ryou gap at the sharp dagger that’s stuck to the opposite side of the wall from where it shot out from. His breath hitched and a deep awareness with a shot of panic made to his brain. ‘It’s booby-trapped!’
“Oh, and Ryou, just as a warning, you should move now. And fast.” Bakura called out from the end of the hall, his voice filled with amusement.
“What?” Ryou said but was cut off when another dagger shot out again and he barely dodged it, twisting his body and hoisting his arm up to balance the drink on the tray. “Ah!”
Then showers of sharp items flew out of everywhere, nipping articles of his clothes, a few cutting his light skin. After the shooting items, large bags of sands dropped from the ceiling, small ones missing him, longer ones tied with ropes try their best to tackle him down, but Ryou gracefully turned and swirled away from them. At the same time, balancing the small, high-filled glass on the round tray.
Just as he was about to the end of hall, he yelped and almost spilled the drink as he felt something crawled up to his exposing shirt, touching him in places he wouldn’t wan to be touched. Looking around he found dozens of mechanical groping hands flexing, preparing to grab him.
Trying to glare at the metal, rubber clad hands, Ryou utter a soft curse. “bloody hell.”
Thinking fast he quickly scan around and see a small opening from the floor and popped and idea. Crossing his fingers and give a little pray to god, he placed down the tray with the drink and slide it through the opening. It passed!
Now, looking up, he sees that all the hands are position to strike at him at once. Crouching down to a frog stance, he waited for the moment the when they attack and sprung up over the hands, grab the tray and exit the hall. He did it!
Panting heavily, chest going in and out, Ryou present the drink to Bakura.
“Here’s. Your. Drink. Sir.” Ryou panted with a shaky smile, his face shining from sweating.
Bakura just stared emotionally at him for a moment. Not saying a word or blinking.
“Bakura-sama?” Ryou said uncertainly.
Then to his shock, Bakura’s arm shot out, grabbing his waist and pulling his small body to him.
“Bakura-sama?!” he yelped in surprise and look up at the darker one’s face, his own face burning from the flush of exhaustion and awareness of their closeness. “Bakura-sama?”
The blank face broke into a wide grin and he pulled Ryou closer to his hard body. “Good work, Ryou.” he said. “You get the job.”
Taking the drink with his free hand, he gulp it down with one swallow and touch the rim of the glass to Ryou’s lips. “You start tomorrow. Same time. don’t be late.”
Standing up with the shock Ryou in his arms, he set the glass down on the table and turn to leave. “Seeya.”
To make sure he leave his mark, he gave the small British boy a slap on the ass, making him yelp and clover his abused behind.
Now alone in the room, Ryou stand there, his face all red and his heart still pounding, he slide to his knees.
“Oh, god!” he said in exasperation, grabbing his chest. “ I got it. Whew.”
‘I wonder how the other did. I hope they didn’t have to do anything I just did.’ he thought.
Oh, too bad he’s wish isn’t heard.
==========
by us anyway. so there you go. Ryou’s a waitress, er waiter. who do you wanna go next?
R1-Yugi
R3-Jou
R4-Malik
go ahead and vote.
idiot_lord-thanx & PEACE OUT!
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Beware: It’s YAOI. There will be, of course, R-rated talk and the sex will be there eventually. Still working on when. One last thing, each chapter might be updated once every 2 weeks or less. Sorry. School is forever HELL.
Couples: Y/YY, R/B, M/M, J/S- mostly hikaris/yamis (yes, we consider Jou a hikari and Seto a yami. heh.)
=====chapter 6=====
Sitting nervously on his seat, fidgeting and twitching every second, the British albino decided he can’t take the silence any longer.
“Psst. You guys.” he whispers frantically in his rhinestone chocker, pushing the different color stone buttons. “Yugi, Malik, Jou. C’mon!”
Y-Hi Ryou, Hi Ryou, Hi Ryou, Hi Ryou!
“Yugi?” he said surprise in his friend’s hyperness.
J-Hold on, Ry. I jus gotta finish dis stupid test. Dammit.
M-Ryou, what’s wrong? Are you alone? Remember, we can’t talk to each other if someone sees us,
“I-I k-know, Malik, b-but I’m scared.” he cried in distress. “What if I failed the interview? You know how uncomfortable I get being alone with a stranger.”
J-Don’t worry about it, Ryou. We’re here, uh, sorta. Ok. I’m done.
Y-Yay! Jou is done! Jou is done! Yay!
J-Hey, Yuge? Are you alright? You sound kinda...
“Yugi?” Ryou said slowly. “What are you doing?”
Y-Hehehe. hm? Oh, nothing. Just waiting.
“And?” he softly pushed, not liking the sinking feeling he’s getting in his guts.
Y-Eatting Pixie Sticks! he he he he he
J/M-WHAT?!
“What?!” Ryou said franticly and almost jumped out of his seat. “Yugi, how did you get them? We banned them all from you!”
Yugi just kept on giggling, making Ryou even more nervous then at first. There was a reason why they took his sweets away. Because of they didn’t, the world would be doomed in less then a second.
M- Yugi, how many did you ate?
Y-um, I dunno. Two I think. he he he.
J- Only two?
Y-Yeppers. Two.....dozens!
“Oh, god.” Ryou gasp, lifting his hand to the chocker. “Yugi- don’t-”
Y-Ooh, lookie! Door open! Open sesame bun! he he he!
“Yugi!” Ryou cried but his connection to him was cut. Pushing the other stones he tries calling his other friends. “Jou! Malik! Guys?”
Suddenly he jumped when he heard the doorknob being turned.
‘Oh, no!’ he mind screamed in a panic and he set himself in the seat professionally, his back straight but still shacking with nerves, head concentrating on the neat form in front of him.
He heard the door opening and closing, the foot steps of his new boss/enemy walking towards him and taking the seat across from him. He flinched when the form he was staring at was snatched up.
“So, you’re.....Ryou Bakura?” the guy ask.
Ryou almost got a heart-attack hearing his name called from the deep harsh voice, but didn‘t. Instead, he started growing very warm as he felt the pair of eyes drilling on him.
“Y-y-yes, s-s-sir. I-I’m R-Ryou.” he stuttered, fumbling to keep his voice calm and smooth.
“Interesting name.” the other said, his voice very thoughtful.
“W-why is that. um sir?” Ryou ask, known for his curiosity.
“It’s my name that you seem to have.”
“Huh?”
“Look up!” the thoughtful tone from his voice turn into annoyed.
Frighten by the quick change of mood, Ryou hesitantly lifted his head, looking through his bangs. Losing his patient, the other grab Ryou’s chin into his palm and jerk his face up. Ryou yelp in surprise and his eyes widen further.
If the hand wasn’t holding his jaw, it would have dropped open. For in front of him, he sees...
“Huh. Looks like you even got my face. Wonder if I should sue you for impersonating me.” the other joked, grinning, his fangs showing.
Ryou just continue to stare at the other in shock.
‘It’s impossible! He, he looks just like me! Well, almost like me.’
He does have the same white hair and face but the rest is opposite. Unlike Ryou’s, the other’s hair was a bit darker with shadows and much messier, shaper in fact. His body is more built, more masculine unlike Ryou, who’s more delicate. He’s face was also different. Ryou’s face is more softer, his large doe eyes and pale skin makes him look more fragile and innocent. The other’s is more fiercer, his eyes sharp and dark, with his dark tan skin and his fangs adding to the affect of his dangerous aura.
But what shocked Ryou the most was that he was actually.....attracted to the other.
Ryou could feel a blush heating up to his cheeks and try to hold it down but know he’s been caught when he saw the grin growing wider.
“Uh, um, I...” he trailed off and avert his eyes somewhere else. “You’re Ryou, too?”
The darker one just chuckled before he released him. “No. My name’s Bakura.”
“oh.”
“Now, let’s get down to business. You want to work here?” Bakura asked bluntly.
Ryou kept his face down but was able to do a nod. “Yes. I’m hoping to.”
“But are you sure you want to work here?” he pointed a finger to the table.
Ryou follow the finger, feeling very strange when he felt his body shivered for some reason.” Y-yes.”
Bakura leaned in closer, his breath almost fanning Ryou. “Why?”
Ryou blushed red right now and started stuttering again, trying to form a solid excuse but his brain isn’t working now and his voice is caught in his throat. “Well, I uh. that is, you see I need-”
“How are you at waiting tables?” he cut in.
“Waiting?”
“Like a waiter? You know, passing drinks, taking orders, that sort of things?”
“Uh, I’m ok. I guess.” Ryou said feebly, willing to take any job.
“Hmm.” Bakura seems to consider it very seriously. “I’ll have to test you.”
“I’ll do anything for the job.” Ryou said bravely, some nervousness leaving him. “Just tell me what I have to do.”
Bakura look over his body, roaming his eyes slowly to every inch of him until he almost want to cover himself, wishing he was wearing his normal clothes that cover all over his body instead of his tight, revealing, white leather piece.
“Ok.” he said suddenly. “Let’s see what you got. Ryou.”
Then he got up and walk to one side of the wall with a large painting of the desert landscape. Touching the side of the frame, he pushed a secret button and suddenly the side of the wall opened up and door appeared. Ryou stared at it, amaze.
“C’mon.” Bakura ordered and walk in the door.
“Right.” Ryou said and stumble behind him. ‘I wonder what’s my test going to be.’
“This is it.” Bakura said casually.
“A-are y-you sure t-this is s-safe, Bakura-sama?” Ryou stuttered nervously, his eyes wide as saucers, fill with fear.
Bakura was sitting on a simple chair with a small table, decorated with a candle. He crossed his arms and look across the gall where Ryou sands nervously. “Oh, of course I’m sure. It’s a simple task and if you want to get the job, you better pass. Or...” he shrugged carelessly.
If it could, Ryou turned paler and started shacking visibly. “I-I do, Bakura-sama. I-I want the Job.”
Bakura smirked deviously with the charms of a devil. “Then come on. Deliver my drink.”
Ryou’s eyes grew wider as he look at the hall walls on both of his sides and up at the ceiling tot he floor.
"Now, Ryou." Bakura said in a light growl, tapping his finger in a sign of impatient.
Ryou look back at him and placing the tray with a tall glass of shot (a small glass) of brandy that's filled to about the rim of the glass. He gulped a huge lump in his throat and try to steady his hand, making sure not to spill the drink. Letting out a deep breath, he stepped forward, smoothly from years of silently collecting information from the shadows.
The first few steps were simple enough. That was until he felt a swoosh as something shot out from the side and nearly hitting him.
Gasping, Ryou gap at the sharp dagger that’s stuck to the opposite side of the wall from where it shot out from. His breath hitched and a deep awareness with a shot of panic made to his brain. ‘It’s booby-trapped!’
“Oh, and Ryou, just as a warning, you should move now. And fast.” Bakura called out from the end of the hall, his voice filled with amusement.
“What?” Ryou said but was cut off when another dagger shot out again and he barely dodged it, twisting his body and hoisting his arm up to balance the drink on the tray. “Ah!”
Then showers of sharp items flew out of everywhere, nipping articles of his clothes, a few cutting his light skin. After the shooting items, large bags of sands dropped from the ceiling, small ones missing him, longer ones tied with ropes try their best to tackle him down, but Ryou gracefully turned and swirled away from them. At the same time, balancing the small, high-filled glass on the round tray.
Just as he was about to the end of hall, he yelped and almost spilled the drink as he felt something crawled up to his exposing shirt, touching him in places he wouldn’t wan to be touched. Looking around he found dozens of mechanical groping hands flexing, preparing to grab him.
Trying to glare at the metal, rubber clad hands, Ryou utter a soft curse. “bloody hell.”
Thinking fast he quickly scan around and see a small opening from the floor and popped and idea. Crossing his fingers and give a little pray to god, he placed down the tray with the drink and slide it through the opening. It passed!
Now, looking up, he sees that all the hands are position to strike at him at once. Crouching down to a frog stance, he waited for the moment the when they attack and sprung up over the hands, grab the tray and exit the hall. He did it!
Panting heavily, chest going in and out, Ryou present the drink to Bakura.
“Here’s. Your. Drink. Sir.” Ryou panted with a shaky smile, his face shining from sweating.
Bakura just stared emotionally at him for a moment. Not saying a word or blinking.
“Bakura-sama?” Ryou said uncertainly.
Then to his shock, Bakura’s arm shot out, grabbing his waist and pulling his small body to him.
“Bakura-sama?!” he yelped in surprise and look up at the darker one’s face, his own face burning from the flush of exhaustion and awareness of their closeness. “Bakura-sama?”
The blank face broke into a wide grin and he pulled Ryou closer to his hard body. “Good work, Ryou.” he said. “You get the job.”
Taking the drink with his free hand, he gulp it down with one swallow and touch the rim of the glass to Ryou’s lips. “You start tomorrow. Same time. don’t be late.”
Standing up with the shock Ryou in his arms, he set the glass down on the table and turn to leave. “Seeya.”
To make sure he leave his mark, he gave the small British boy a slap on the ass, making him yelp and clover his abused behind.
Now alone in the room, Ryou stand there, his face all red and his heart still pounding, he slide to his knees.
“Oh, god!” he said in exasperation, grabbing his chest. “ I got it. Whew.”
‘I wonder how the other did. I hope they didn’t have to do anything I just did.’ he thought.
Oh, too bad he’s wish isn’t heard.
==========
by us anyway. so there you go. Ryou’s a waitress, er waiter. who do you wanna go next?
R1-Yugi
R3-Jou
R4-Malik
go ahead and vote.
idiot_lord-thanx & PEACE OUT!
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