Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crazy for you ❯ Broken ( Chapter 10 )

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A/N: I’m back again with a new chapter! Isn’t that wonderful? xD Ok, don’t mind me and read the chapter.


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Ryou felt uncomfortable around Mariku the next day so he tried to be in a different room at all times and be unsuspicious about it. He just hoped that he could go out for a while but knew that it wasn’t possible. Of course, Mariku probably suspected something when he always sneaked off the room he was in.

It was probably because of the little story time yesterday… It had been different when he had read it by himself but when Mariku read it to him… Ryou occupied himself by opening all the windows in the apartment and dusting all the shelves. The only problem about this was that the biggest bookshelf was in the living room, the room, which was occupied by Mariku most of the time so if he wanted to clean there he would have to do it under Mariku’s watchful eyes. It unnerved him but he tried not to let it show.

“Why are you avoiding me?” And there it was, the question he had feared and didn’t exactly know how to answer. Ryou just pretended that he didn’t hear it and busied himself with the cleaning. A moment of annoyed silence lapsed before Mariku repeated his question.

“I asked why are you avoiding me?” This time his voice was more annoyed and impatient.

“I’m not…” Ryou lied lamely. He wasn’t a very good liar.

“Yes, you are and I want to know why.”

“I just… I don’t know…”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Mariku asked irritated.

“I don’t. I just feel… awkward because of yesterday…” Ryou told quietly.
“What-? Oh…” A realization dawned to Mariku and if Ryou hadn’t already turned his back to him, he would have seen the smirk.

Ryou jumped when he felt Mariku’s arms wrap around his waist and breath on his ear.

“Is it because of ‘story time’?” Mariku whispered.

“I-I guess…”

The other chuckled softly. When Mariku slipped his hand inside Ryou’s shirt, the boy squirmed and ducked out of his grasp. There it was again, the feeling that caused his heart beat faster, words to shutter and face feel hot and flushed. It didn’t help either that Mariku kept watching him with inquiring eyes. The eyes…

“I-I have to close all the windows…” He quickly excused himself to get out of the room, to anywhere else. It was like last night all over again… His body’s tendency to reduce into this un-functioning state was disturbing. It had caused Ryou to become a compulsive cleaner just so he could have something to do instead of thinking about things. He was never a big cleaning freak but now he only thought what he could clean next, or that’s all he tried to think anyway. Schoolwork was also keeping him busy, despise the fact that Toshiro had stopped bringing his homework. He just read his books and made extra essays. He had all the time in the world now but instead of being happy about it, he just wished he could go back to school and be busy with it again. Why did he need free time anyway? He didn’t. It just caused him to dwell into all the things deeper than he really wanted and thus, made him even more confused.

It didn’t help either that he was locked into the apartment twenty four seven. Some times, it felt like the walls were falling on him. Ryou leaned out the window of his room, as far as he could lean without falling. He wished that he didn’t live so high, he could jump out and just ran as fast as he could. The wind blew past him making him shiver and withdraw his head. It reminded him that winter was coming quickly since it was already so long to the fall. Finally closing the window when it was starting to get cold, Ryou decided that the windowsills needed dusting. While cleaning, again, he carefully avoided the living room, again, where Mariku was and no doubt trying to figure out his strange behavior.

When all the other rooms were sparkly and overly clean, it was time for the living room. Ryou quickly entered, without looking at Mariku who kept a close eye on him, did what he came to do and left just as
quickly. Or he would have left if it wasn’t for the low voice that stopped him on his tracks.

“Are you some kind of obsessive cleaner?”

“No… The place just needs cleaning.” Ryou answered without looking at the one he was talking to.

“But you also cleaned yesterday.”

“Well, I-.”

“And the day before that.”

“I don’t want this place to be dirty. I’ll jus go-.”

“You already cleaned all the other rooms.” Mariku informed though Ryou knew that.

“I was going to do my homework.”

Mariku snorted. “You’re a terrible liar, the brat hasn’t brought your homework for a while.”

Damn him for being so perspective. “Oh yeah… I go cook then.”

“We ate an hour ago.” Mariku pointed out, stopping Ryou from escaping on him again. “You know, insane doesn’t equal stupid.” He rose from his seat on the couch, Ryou heard him come closer and then he was turned around by his shoulder. “Look at me!”

Ryou didn’t really have much choice but to do that. Mariku held his shoulder with almost bruising strength,
preventing him from escaping.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not…”

“Stop lying!” Mariku snapped and shook him. “Why?”

‘Because you’re mostly insane but awake strange, un-place-able emotions?’ “I just need a bit more own space, that’s all.” That was true too so he wasn’t really lying this time. “Let go of me.” Ryou tried to pull away but it was unsuccessful.

“Not just yet, that was only a part of the truth.”

“What’s the rest of it then? If you know so much why don’t you tell me?” Ryou said feeling suddenly angry. He was growing tired of being questioned; it was none of Mariku’s busyness anyway.

Mariku raised a brow. “Ok… Perhaps you’re scared?”

Ryou crossed his arms. “No, I don’t think that’s it.” He was feeling unnaturally brave for some reason.

“Not it… Are you angry at me?”

“Yes, right now anyway.”

“Aw… Don’t be…” Mariku fake pouted and reached to touch Ryou’s hair. The teen flinched away from the touch and moved his head farther away. Mariku took notice of this and a grin tucked his mouth. “Maybe…” He drawled slowly and drew his hand through the white mass hair rather forcefully and grabbed Ryou’s head in a firm grip. “If you’re not afraid of me… Could it be that you want me..?” He left the question hanging in the air as something flashed through his eyes.

Ryou was dumbfounded. That was a question he didn’t expect to hear and besides, that couldn’t be it. “I don’t… T-that’s not…” His words abandoned him again, when he needed them the most. Mariku grinned at his loss of words. Ryou cursed at his words for betraying him.

“What? Can’t deny it because it’s true?” Mariku grinned even wider, a bit smug grin. “That’s ok…”

“You are just too full of yourself!” Ryou suddenly yelled, gaining his words back. Mariku had no right to go and suggest something like that! The yelling surprised Mariku, making him let go a bit so that Ryou had the chance to yank away. He backed off enough to be in safe distance of the other. “You can’t just go and assume something like that! It’s not like I go around wanting people anyway! And why would I-! I mean, you’re you!” His sentences didn’t make much sense anymore but he didn’t really care. “I don’t even like you! You’re keeping me prisoner! I have no reason to like you or want you or… anything!” Ryou’s fingernails were digging into his palms as he squeezed his fist more tightly shut. “Why would anyone in their right minds like you? I can understand your sister, I wouldn’t come see you either if you were my brother!”

“Enough!” Mariku yelled, raising his hand. Ryou shut his eyes waiting for the blow but it never came.

When he reopened his eyes, Mariku was still standing there with his hand in the air but instead of hitting Ryou he hit the vase standing on the small table and it smashed against the floor. Ryou jumped back when the pieces of glass went flying around. “You shut up about her! She’s not my sister! You know nothing anyway!” He yelled in utter rage, eyes burning with anger and… hurt? Ryou couldn’t help but feel sorry for him and his eyes softened.

“Mariku… What happened?” He would have reached out to touch him but was afraid to so he just settled on making his compassion show through his eyes.

“That’s none of your fucking busyness!” The other snapped and turned away.

“Please… I want to help you…” Ryou pleaded silently. “I can’t if I don’t-.”

“Why do you care?” Mariku spat quietly, still not looking at Ryou. “You wouldn’t want to help me, you don’t even like me, remember?” After that he walked away, or as much away as he could in the small apartment. Ryou was left standing with the broken vase in his feet and he couldn’t help the feeling that, that wasn’t the only thing broken.



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The rest of the day and the next went past on silence. It wasn’t angry or awkward silence; it was empty. Like all the sound that could be there was dead. Mariku refused to even look at Ryou when they had to share space and that made Ryou feel incredibly bad, like he had hurt him somehow. Ryou couldn’t tell if Mariku was angry, he didn’t speak to him, not even to say that he was sorry. The other just felt numb… Last night when they had gone to bed, Ryou wouldn’t have minded sharing his bed with Mariku but the other stayed in the living room, probably watching TV all night, and Ryou couldn’t summon enough courage to ask him to come and join him.

The silence was taking it’s toll on Ryou as he tried to keep it away by humming or sometimes even singing a bit. It wasn’t like he hadn’t got used to the silence after living alone for so long, it was just that this time it was different. Ryou had partly gotten used to having some around to fill the silence. That someone was still there but so was the silence. To tell the truth, Ryou had trouble coexisting with it. He had already cleaned more than enough and studied until his brain felt sore and mushy so he didn’t have much to do, except watch TV with Mariku but somehow he didn’t want to sit next to the now silent teen. And there was nothing on anyways.

Once he had turned on the stereo and turned the volume up but it wasn’t long until Mariku came and shut it off and he dared not try again.

The walls were closing in on him again and it made him feel anxious. And during the long hours of the night when he either lied awake and listened the sounds of the TV or slept and had nightmares, his thoughts and overactive imagination wondered. Even though there was silence on the outside, on the inside it was unbearably loud. Ryou felt like screaming but couldn’t get his mouth to open and scream. So he was stuck screaming inside his head, trying to out yell his thoughts.



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“Ryou wake up. You’re having a nightmare.”

The little Ryou who had been tossing and turning woke up at his mother’s gentle voice. He sat up and looked up at her face with frightened eyes.

“They almost caught me.” He said and shivered at the thought of what would have happened if they were to ever catch him.

“Shhh… Come here.” The woman said and pulled him to her arms, swaying him and starting to hum quietly. Ryou closed his eyes, listening to his mother’s voice and feeling the fear slip away. “I won’t let them catch you, Ryou. Don’t be afraid.” The soothing words calmed the small boy. The song was the same one his mother always used to calm him down. He was safe with his mother; they could never get him now.

“Mommy? I don’t want to run away from them anymore…” Ryou mumbled against his mother’s shirt. His mother smiled even though he wasn’t able to see it.

“You want to know how to get them to leave you alone?”

Ryou nodded against his mother.

“They hate music, all the evil beings hate it because it’s beautiful and makes the world a better place for all the good beings, like little children such as yourself.” His mother explained and Ryou listened eagerly her every word. “So all you have to do is sing or play to them and they leave you alone.”

Ryou looked up from her shirt with hopeful expression. “Really?”

“Yes, really, just try it next time ok?” His mother nodded and smiled gently.

“Ok!” The little boy beamed happily and nodded eagerly.

“Now get back to sleep and remember what I told you and you’ll be safe.” The woman leaned to kiss his forehead and tucked him in. Little Ryou closed his eyes tightly and waited sleep to arrive with a small smile.


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“Thank you mother.” Ryou whispered quietly before placing the flute on his lips. His mother always knew what to do and to say. He started to play a sad tune; it was the one he had memorized from his mother’s funeral. It made him feel better even though it brought back sad memories but also happy ones. Like the time he had taken his sister to the carnival or when his mother handed him the neatly made packet with the flute in it.

When the tune ended, Ryou felt better but also braver. Maybe he should go and try to talk to Mariku. He headed to the living room where the other was located and sat besides him on the couch.

“Isn’t the silence eating you?” He asked but received no answer. He sighed. “Listen… I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings…” Still nothing. “I didn’t mean to… I was just so angry and… I can’t understand why you hate your sister so much…”

“She’s not my sister.” Said Mariku firmly and Ryou was glad that he finally reacted though the thing he said gave no reason to be glad. “And you…” Mariku turned to look at Ryou with empty eyes. “You hate me for keeping you here, there’s no reason to be sorry…”

“I don’t hate you-.”

“Yes you do. If you didn’t have to, you wouldn’t have anything to do with me, just like everyone else.”

“Well, I…”

“I could just drop dead and no one would care, hell, they would be happy. I’m a murderer and a madman.” Mariku suddenly laughed dryly and startled Ryou who wasn’t expecting it. “Many people would come and dance on my grave, just picture it. Ishizu, your teacher, my dead father who just raised from the dead just to dance there with them, all of them, partying on my dead body.” He laughed again and it was starting to scare Ryou. He really didn’t find the mental image funny. Mariku stopped laughing and turned back to Ryou.
“And you…” He pressed Ryou back against the couch. “You would be the happiest of them all. Not having me invade your precious space…” Mariku leaned real close. “Not having me breath on your neck, observing you every move…” He nuzzled Ryou’s neck and nibbled it, making Ryou gasp and freeze. “And not…” He nibbled further down. “Having to worry about what will the madman living under your roof, keeping you prisoner, do next.” Mariku bit down hard enough to pierce the skin on the junction of Ryou’s neck and shoulder. Ryou let out a scream of pain and started to kick and punch Mariku to get him off of him.

Somehow he got away and ran as fast as he could to the door, jerked it open and ran out of the apartment and out of the building. He could hear Mariku yell something after him but he didn’t care, he just ran, he had to get away. In his hurry he forgot his keys, his cell phone, his jacket, everything, but it didn’t matter as
long as he got away.

Not being sure if he was chased or not he just kept running and running. Ryou ran until his feet hurt and his chest ached. He didn’t stop to rest but kept on going though he was pretty sure that no one was after him.
He looked around to see where he was and discovered that he knew this place. Ryou took a turn to the left in the next street corner and entered in a cemetery through the rusty gate. He ran until he reached a spot under a large oak tree, near the middle of the cemetery. Then, when his feet couldn’t carry him anymore he collapsed in front of the two tombstones. They belonged to his mother and sister, whom he had lost in an early age in an accident.

Ryou was on his knees in front of the two stones that had moss on them and some dried flowers on the ground. Tears started to pour from his eyes and he just couldn’t stop crying. He was utterly and completely lost inside and his world came tumbling down on him. Oh how he missed them, now more than ever. Where were they when he needed them? When he needed guidance?

First time in a long time he felt completely alone and abandoned.

Hopelessly, as if it could somehow bring them closer, he threw himself to hug the cold tombstones. He held on tight, not willing to ever let go again.

“Mother…” He wept. “Amane…” Ryou whispered, pain in his voice. “Help me… What should I do?” His pleading was useless as the cold stones remained still and unchanged.

The living had betrayed him and the dead had abandoned him. Ryou lay there, holding on to the stones, as the rain started to pour down on him and the world. It was almost like the sky wept for his misery when no one else was willing to.

Ryou lay there even after he was socking wet and cold, not wanting to let go of the two lifeless marks, that now were the only things on this earth to work as a steady reminder of his lost loved ones.


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A/N: Tadaa! So what did you think? Don’t be angry because I made things go down road because things will have to go down before they can go up, right? I felt a bit angsty and I’m actually kind of proud of this chapter :)

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