Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crazy for you ❯ And stuff ( Chapter 8 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

A/N: Thank you all for reading and reviewing. I had this really weird dream again… And as for the first sentence, I was just talking about glass eyes with my brother while writing it so… I have also lived with almost only instant noodles, it gets boring after a while…

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And as he bent down to a clumsy bow, his glass eye fell out. The laughing people in the background laughed like it was the funniest thing ever but Ryou, who was sitting on the couch, watching TV, just groaned in boredom. This was supposed to be a comedy, not some tasteless… thing! Unfortunately he had nothing better to do right now, trapped in his own home by sickness and by a madman, who was sitting next to him on the couch, also watching TV. At times Ryou suspected that he wasn’t watching at all, he was just staring at the general direction of the TV.

Ryou reached for the remote to change the channel before both of them died out of boredom. When he almost got the remote, Mariku grabbed his hand.

“Don’t change the channel.”

Ryou looked at him a bit startled by the sudden reaction. “But this sucks, I’m bored and you’re not even watching.” He protested.

“So? It’s better than watching the news, they just tell how I escaped from that hell hole.”

“How did you escape?” Ryou had been wanting to know that but hadn’t had the chance to ask before.

“Some pyro from the next room got his hands on a lighter, some person in training had screwed up.”

“Oh… Let’s change the channel!” Ryou suddenly yanked the remote control out of Mariku’s hands and switched the channel quickly.

“Hey, give that back!”

“No!” Ryou held on to the remote and curled up in a ball around it. “You can’t have it!”
Mariku leaned close to whisper in his ear. “What if I ask nicely?” The hot breath brushed past Ryou’s ear and he shivered.

“As if you can…” He whispered back, unknowingly placing a challenge.

“Oh?” Mariku chuckled lightly. “Please, Ryou… Give me the remote.”

The tone of voice sent shivers through Ryou again. “Uh… No.” He shook his head a bit to prove his point.

“Stuborn…”

“You’ll just turn back to that- Ah! Stop that!” Ryou hissed when Mariku nibbled his ear.

“You know what you have to do…” He chuckled again, placing his hand on Ryou’s neck, fingers moving in slow massaging motions on the sensitive skin. Ryou closed his eyes, the motion causing weird sensations in his body. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant but that made it all the more intimidating.

“Well?” Mariku purred and nuzzled in Ryou’s hair. The boy was starting to give in, finding the closeness kind of scary. Too close… He started to pull the remote from under him when he heard a sound. He was surprised to realize that it was a moan and that it emit from him. Mariku had reached a sensitive spot just behind his ear he wasn’t really aware of himself.

“Tch, tch, you liked that, didn’t you?”

“H-here…” Ryou held out the remote. He could see from the corner of his eye how Mariku eyed the piece of technology before taking it.

“Thank you sweets.”

Ryou already sighed in relief when Mariku suddenly decided that it would be fun to torture him for a bit more and licked the spot behind his ear. Ryou bit his tongue to prevent any sound from getting out and shuddered violently.

“Mmmh…” He bit a little harder, making his tongue almost bleed. That had just felt a bit too good. He had to get out of there, now.

“Where are you going?” Mariku called after him.

“To bed.” Ryou told, heading for his room. It was only afternoon but he could go to bed already if it ment getting away from Mariku. He was a bit surprised that he was able to sleep at all him around but, maybe do to his illness, it was surprisingly easy. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, it was a dreamless slumber, which would make him refreshed by the time he woke up.

A shake of his shoulder woke him up. He opened his eyes only to find Mariku face to face with him, which made him to back off a bit.

“What?”

“Your friend is at the door.” Mariku said bitterly. “Can I kill him?” He asked raising the kitchen knife he had with him.

“No! I’ll go get the door.” Ryou quickly made it to the door and saw Toshiro once again standing there.

“Hi! I got your homework.”

“Uh, thanks…” Ryou remembered the pajama comment and it bothered him so he was feeling awkward. “Ok, if that was it then, um…Bye.”

“No wait! Do you feel better?” He stopped the door from closing and Ryou felt like he was being pressured or something, he just wanted to close the door, for Toshiro’s own sake, seeing how Mariku didn’t seem to like him for some reason.

“A bit but you really should go.” He said firmly.

“Ryou what’s wrong?” The boy asked and Mariku took his cue to step in from somewhere behind Ryou.

“You are brat. I advise you to leave Ryou alone.”

Ryou looked at him startled then at Toshiro who looked dumbstruck.

“Didn’t you hear me? I told you to leave!”
Ryou stepped in front of the fuming Mariku who looked ready to, well, he looked ready to kill Toshiro. “Um, this is Mariku, he’s my… friend, he has a bit of a temper.” He explained.

“Oh, ok… I should probably go then… Bye.” The other boy left quickly and Ryou sighed in relief as he shut the door.

“Good riddance… I’m your friend now?” Mariku asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I had to say something! I couldn’t exactly tell the truth, now could I? Oh this is Mariku, he just escaped from the loony house and is keeping me prisoner in my own damn home!” Ryou yelled, his long line of patience totally burnt out.

“Calm down sweets.”

“I will not and stop calling me that!” Ryou shouted. “I’m sick of you and your perverted advances! What part of ‘personal space’ do you not understand!?” He totally forgot who he was yelling at and took a few steps forward. “It’s the little piece of space you-.” Poke on the chest. “-are not-.” Poke. “-supposed to-.”
Poke. “-be-.” Poke. “-in!”

Mariku just stared at the fuming Ryou. The boy breathed heavily like after a marathon, his fists on his sides, staring right back. Suddenly Ryou was pushed against the wall by the neck. His eyes went wide in fright and he struggled against Mariku’s hold but to no avail.

“You will not speak to me like that.” Mariku hissed and Ryou could feel his feet leave the floor. He was beginning to suffer from the lack of oxygen and his vision was starting to blur. Then Mariku let go and Ryou fell on the floor. He gasped for air and turned to glare at Mariku’s retreating back. Ryou got up too and went to his room to do his homework. On the way he noticed Mariku staring at the empty TV screen, he found this odd but wasn’t going to say anything. They were both a bit short on temper right now so it was for the best. He didn’t notice Mariku glancing at his back as he closed the door or how he struck the knife into one of the pillows on the couch.


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The next day Ryou’s fever had gone down and he felt healthy again. It was unlikely that he would be going to school, especially now when he had gotten himself on Mariku’s bad side… He decided not to let it bring him down and that today he would eat something else than instant noodles, that was the only thing he made for them when he was sick. He would cook something nice for himself, and maybe Mariku could have something too.

Heading to kitchen, Ryou didn’t see Mariku anywhere though and he wondered where could he possibly have gone. He found him in the kitchen though, drinking coffee.

“Morning.” Ryou greeted softly but didn’t get an answer so he didn’t push it. He looked through his cupboards and fridge, wondering what was he going to do. They could use some more ingredients but the chances that he would be allowed to go to a store were slim to none so he would just have to use the stuff he had. What would happen when they ran out? He could sense Mariku’s stare and turned to look at him.

“Is there something you would like? I’m going to cook today.” He attempted a pleasant smile, failing a bit but not by much. Mariku narrowed his eyes first but then shrugged.

“As long as it’s not soup.” He stated, going back to his coffee.

“Ok, no soup it is.” Ryou started to dig out the ingredients, humming all the while.

“What’s with you?” The coffee drinker asked suddenly.

“I finally broke the fever and we have been eating just noodles for the last few days and besides, I like to cook.” Said Ryou, sounding cheerful. “And as I’m not likely to go to school…” He looked at Mariku accusingly. “I might as well do something with my time.”

Ryou also noticed the huge pile of dishes in the sink. He hadn’t felt well enough to wash them so now there was a mountain of dirty dishes, just waiting to be washed. “Bummer… It’s like the Mount Everest of dishes…” He mumbled to himself and sighed, deciding that it was better to get started if he ever wanted to get rid of it.

“Do you often talk to yourself?” Asked Mariku, who didn’t lift a finger to help him.

“Yes, actually. After having lived so much by myself, I just use it to fill the silence.” He washed like he had never washed before; he still had cooking to do too.

“Did you know that it’s the first sign of insanity?” Asked the person behind the coffee cup again.

Ryou paused his washing to look at Mariku. “Yes… I knew that. Had me the dish towel, please.” Mariku actually handed the towel. “Thank you.” He started to dry the dishes he had already washed before washing the rest.

Being done with the dishes, he started on the food. Mariku came to look over his shoulder curiously.

“What are you making?”

Ryou just smiled a bit. “It’s a surprise. Do you want to help or...? Because if you don’t, I suggest that you leave the kitchen.”

“I can’t cook.”

“I can teach you if you’d like.”

Mariku shrugged but stayed anyway, if just watching most of the time and sometimes handing some stuff to Ryou.

By the time they got done, there had been a call from Yuugi who wanted to know if Ryou could hang out that weekend. Ryou hated not being able to and that he had to lie about still being sick but it was the only way out of this, especially since they would probably be coming over. Ryou couldn’t have his friends in the same apartment as Mariku, after all.


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The night fell and it became all dark and stuff. (1) Ryou was in his room reading, again… Where ever did his life go? He got his cell phone back long time ago but wasn’t actually allowed to call with it, only answer if someone called. He had homework again, they were slipped through the mailbox, but he didn’t feel like doing them. Yes, they would pile up but at least now he didn’t care. It was not like he was going to school any time soon… The reason of his current state of life was in some other part of the apartment. Could it be possible to reason with him to get to school again? Or even to the store? They were quickly running out of things to eat.

Ryou looked up from his book to see his “roommate”. He flopped on the bed next to him but didn’t say a word. Ryou went back to his book after wondering what he wanted. Could this be the right time to try and discuss about his freedom? Mariku didn’t seem to be pissed or anything, he looked relatively calm, but then again, with him you never knew.

“Um, Mariku?” Ryou tried carefully. The teen looked at him through half lidded eyes. “I was just wondering… What will happen when we run out of food? I mean, you can’t exactly go out and if you won’t let me…” He stopped knowing that he got his point across.

“We still have food, don’t we? Don’t worry about it.”

“Yes, but- Forget it…” Ryou went back to his book and noticed that he had already read it. “Oh wonderful…” He mumbled and got up to get some other book to read.

“Where are you going?” Asked Mariku, raising his head from the bed.

“I’m going to get another book.” Explained Ryou on his way to the living room, not looking back at the one on the bed.

“Read it to me.”

This time Ryou turned to look at Mariku. “What?” He asked, not sure that he had heard right.

“Read me the book.”

“I could get you one if you-.”

“No, I want you to read to me.”

“Eh? Um, ok...” Ryou got back to the bed, confused. He sat on the corner, looking warily at Mariku who just laid down but still looking back. Ryou began to read out loud, quietly at first but then gaining volume as he went on. He scooted on a better position and laid on his stomach next to Mariku but still keeping his distance. It wasn’t nearly as awkward to read a loud as Ryou had thought. The situation was surprisingly calm and it wasn’t long until Ryou was starting to feel sleepy and as he glanced Mariku, he discovered that he was already asleep. Ryou smiled at his peaceful face and felt how his own eyelids began to close.
Eventually he let himself fall asleep as well.


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Morning came and Ryou woke up as the sunrays hit his eyes. He squirted his eyes shut, trying to get back to sleep but found it was difficult. He groaned and got up, or tried to, seeing that there was something keeping him down. Ryou looked at his waist and found an arm. A tanned arm. For a second his brain didn’t really function properly and he just stared it blankly. Then his brain woke up too as he followed the arm up to it’s owner. Ryou blushed when he noticed Mariku holding him and nuzzling his head on his side. He tried to free himself but the other teen held on too tightly. The he tried to slip away under the arm but it proved fruitless as well. Ryou sighed in defeat.

“Uh, Mariku?” He tried to carefully wake the other up but apparently he was a heavy sleeper. Ryou flopped back down; he would have to wait until Mariku got up. He wasn’t really scared to be this close and it surprised him a bit, but maybe it was because Mariku was asleep. He began to wonder when would he wake up, Ryou was starting to get hungry. He glanced at Mariku who still appeared to be sleeping and sighed again.

“Hey, wake up.” He nudged him a bit but only received an angry groan. “Wonderful… Now I’m going to starve because my psycho roommate feels cuddly…”

A chuckle tickled his side and he squirmed a bit. Ryou didn’t find this amusing the least. He glanced at Mariku, assuming that he was awake and laughing at him, but he was still asleep. Ryou wondered what sort of funny dream he was having but wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out, after all, their idea of funny seemed to be different.

Ryou reached for the book he had been reading last night. He had already finished chapter three and just flipped through the book a few times, looking it over since he had already read it. His eyes widened as he came across a rather… interesting, not to mention graphic, scene in chapter five. He had completely forgotten that this book had that scene. No way he was reading it aloud to Mariku! Where had he got this book anyway? It was probably a gift or something… He couldn’t remember.

The ceiling is so white… Ryou had nothing better to do then to watch the white sealing above. It reminded him about the mental hospital… He vaguely wondered if the people there were there because they were crazy or of they were crazy because they were there. A weird thought but maybe he would some day find out.

Mariku moved on his side and murmured something Ryou couldn’t make out. He also noticed how the hand was dangerously close to slip inside his pajama top. Ryou moved the hand away from his shirt but it moved right back where it had been. When Ryou moved it again, the same thing happened so eventually he stopped trying to move it and just hoped it wouldn’t go under his shirt.

“Wake up already!” Ryou hissed as his hoping proved to be ineffective. The hand tickled him and he squirmed uncomfortably. “Mariku…” He half hissed, half whined, causing the other to stir in his sleep. That was a good sing, right? “Wake up!”

“Uh, what?”

Finally! Ryou thanked whatever god up there. Mariku slowly became conscious of his surroundings and his lips slowly formed into a smirk. Ryou saw this and cursed whatever god up there.

“Well, good morning. I trust you slept well?”

“Could you let go off me, I’m starving here.” Ryou said, voice dripping with annoyance.

“Oh I don’t know…” Mariku said slowly, as if considering it.

“Please?”

Mariku sighed. “Fine then…”

“Thank you.” Ryou quickly got up before Mariku changed his mind. On his way out the door, he turned and smiled a bit, backing away from the room. “I’ll bring you breakfast too.” He said quietly before disappearing to the kitchen.


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A/N: I have to leave it there, sorry. I’m starting to feel like I’m just writing a bunch of pointless crap that doesn’t bring this story anywhere.
(1): Heh… That was the first thing that came to mind. I usually wouldn’t put a sentence like that into my fic but… I just felt like it ^.^’’ Sorry.