Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Faulty Reasoning ❯ Lunatic Fringe ( Chapter 3 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Karre 
In which Bakura has a few things to say about the current state of Ryou's affairs. (or lack there of.)
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.14.2003 | Updated On: 10.14.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 639 | Status: Completed
In which Bakura has a few things to say about the current state of Ryou's affairs. (or lack there of.)
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.14.2003 | Updated On: 10.14.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 639 | Status: Completed
Gomen! This took so long!
Chapter 3-Lunatic Fringe
Bakura stood in the doorway of the kitchen watching his normally diligent aibou dawdle over his work. Ryou sat at the kitchen table with a textbook open in front of him, absently spinning a pen between his fingers. His hikari sighed, defeated, and turned on the radio.
That was one of the most annoying habits Ryou had. It bothered Bakura to no end. Ryou insisted that he needed noise to concentrate, Bakura rolled his eyes. Ryou sat back down and stared at the book as if it had just said something offensive about his mother. He snapped it shut and looked off into space.
This was getting a little weird. Ryou never sat around and did nothing. He just didn’t. He always found something to do. Bakura watched him for a few more minutes. It was disturbing when people didn’t blink for that long.
He couldn’t take it anymore. “What the hell are you listening to?” he demanded.
Ryou jumped a little and then slowly turned to look at him. He smiled and shrugged. “I wasn’t really paying attention.” He paused, and listened a minute. He made a face. “It appears to be a boy band.” He quickly got up and changed the station.
“And that was Same Old Song by Sev. Up next we have Saliva, the All American Rejects, and Bowling for Soup,” called the d.j. A song started.
“Always,” Ryou supplied, though Bakura hadn’t asked and didn’t really care to know. He glared around the kitchen looking for something to instigate.
He was bored. True, he had lived in a state of perpetual bored-ness for some one thousand years, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed it. He turned to Ryou, who was gnawing on his eraser. “That is disgusting,” he said flatly.
Ryou took the pencil out of his mouth, looked at it, then offered it to Bakura. “Wanna bite?” Bakura rolled his eyes and looked away, refusing to dignify that with a reply. Then the phone rang, preventing Ryou from offering Bakura anymore ghastly delights. Ryou remained seated and absently tapped the speakerphone button. “Hello?”
“Hey Ryou!”
“Oh, Yuugi,” Ryou began reaching for the earpiece but he was too slow.
“I just got off the phone with Jou and he said that you come highly recommended-” Ryou snatched the earpiece before the sentence was finished. Judging by this reaction, Bakura decided this would be worth watching.
Ryou was blocking him from hearing Yuugi’s side of the conversation, but he could read his hikari like a book. Yuugi said something, Ryou’s mouth dropping open at whatever comment was made. Ryou stammered a protest and spat out “Screw you!”
There was another reply; this had one making him blush like a tomato. “I did not!” A pause. “No, I am not taking appointments! You have a one-track mind! Is sex all you think about? DON’T ANSWER THAT!”
After several failed attempts to change the subject Ryou finally managed it. That appeared to be it for that line of conversation, but it was enough. He’d never suspected. Bakura smiled in satisfaction. He wasn’t bored anymore.
***
Bakura was channel surfing at record speed when Ryou got off the phone. He sat back and stretched as he entered the room. He gave Ryou a sidelong long, measuring look. “You fucked the blonde?”
Ryou jerked back as if struck. “I did no such thing! Weren’t you some great thief or whatever? You should keep the conversations you eavesdrop on straight!”
“I was about to say that I was impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you. However, it seems you didn’t. I usually do keep my information in good order, but it’s so difficult when all the conversations are so boringly similar.”
Ryou huffed, “Because you lead such an exciting life!”
“Led,” Bakura corrected. “The only one of the lot of you who might have conversations worth listening to is also the only one who’s rich enough to have something worth stealing. I imagine the antique silverware would pay nicely on the black market.”
“What about the paintings he’s got all over the place?” asked Ryou, apparently before he could stop himself.
“Worthless. They’re all forgeries.”
Ryou shook his head. “Impossible. Somebody sold Seto Kaiba fakes? I think not.”
“Oh no? Do you think he’d be able to tell the difference? He’d have to pay someone to check, and if the person who sold him the forgeries paid the art expert more money…” Bakura let his statement hang in the air. Ryou was staring at him with his mouth open, he chuckled. “But we’ve gone off on a tangent, I believe we were discussing what I will generously call your sex life.”
“Yes, and your sex life is on the fast track. You haven’t had sex in a millennium!”
“This is true. And you haven’t seen any action since what you witnessed at your conception.” Ryou didn’t have anything to say to that. “You didn’t screw him, but you want to,” he continued. “Don't have the nerve?” Bakura felt a small satisfaction at seeing all his barbs hit home.
“I’ve never even kissed him! I can’t just sleep with him!” Ryou exclaimed finally.
Bakura rose to his feet and backed Ryou to a wall. “You haven’t kissed anyone. You have no idea what you want,” Bakura leaned his face in closer, “what you like, or how to get it.” Now their foreheads were touching. “Some find innocence alluring and erotic-” He stood up fully and walked back to the couch. “I find it annoying.” He flopped back on the couch, suppressing the urge to look at Ryou’s expression. He knew what was happening behind him, Ryou wasn’t blocking and he was practically flooding the connection.
Bakura began to channel surf again. Yes, this was going to be fun. He could only have improved on his mood in one way. He stood up again, with a feral smile. “I’m going out,” he announced. “Don’t wait up."
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Whew...that was a bit rough. Sorry that took so long, my lovelies. I was very uninspired. But now I know where I'm going with this! ::does the happy dance:: Oh, by the way, it has been mentioned, I know that Jou's daddy is supposed to be a dirtbag and crap but I just think that for my purposes he needs a cool one. He'll have enough problems as it is without a crappy home life and I dont want to drive the poor boy to suicide. Thanks so much for reading and please review, it means a lot to me.
~Karre
Chapter 3-Lunatic Fringe
Bakura stood in the doorway of the kitchen watching his normally diligent aibou dawdle over his work. Ryou sat at the kitchen table with a textbook open in front of him, absently spinning a pen between his fingers. His hikari sighed, defeated, and turned on the radio.
That was one of the most annoying habits Ryou had. It bothered Bakura to no end. Ryou insisted that he needed noise to concentrate, Bakura rolled his eyes. Ryou sat back down and stared at the book as if it had just said something offensive about his mother. He snapped it shut and looked off into space.
This was getting a little weird. Ryou never sat around and did nothing. He just didn’t. He always found something to do. Bakura watched him for a few more minutes. It was disturbing when people didn’t blink for that long.
He couldn’t take it anymore. “What the hell are you listening to?” he demanded.
Ryou jumped a little and then slowly turned to look at him. He smiled and shrugged. “I wasn’t really paying attention.” He paused, and listened a minute. He made a face. “It appears to be a boy band.” He quickly got up and changed the station.
“And that was Same Old Song by Sev. Up next we have Saliva, the All American Rejects, and Bowling for Soup,” called the d.j. A song started.
“Always,” Ryou supplied, though Bakura hadn’t asked and didn’t really care to know. He glared around the kitchen looking for something to instigate.
He was bored. True, he had lived in a state of perpetual bored-ness for some one thousand years, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed it. He turned to Ryou, who was gnawing on his eraser. “That is disgusting,” he said flatly.
Ryou took the pencil out of his mouth, looked at it, then offered it to Bakura. “Wanna bite?” Bakura rolled his eyes and looked away, refusing to dignify that with a reply. Then the phone rang, preventing Ryou from offering Bakura anymore ghastly delights. Ryou remained seated and absently tapped the speakerphone button. “Hello?”
“Hey Ryou!”
“Oh, Yuugi,” Ryou began reaching for the earpiece but he was too slow.
“I just got off the phone with Jou and he said that you come highly recommended-” Ryou snatched the earpiece before the sentence was finished. Judging by this reaction, Bakura decided this would be worth watching.
Ryou was blocking him from hearing Yuugi’s side of the conversation, but he could read his hikari like a book. Yuugi said something, Ryou’s mouth dropping open at whatever comment was made. Ryou stammered a protest and spat out “Screw you!”
There was another reply; this had one making him blush like a tomato. “I did not!” A pause. “No, I am not taking appointments! You have a one-track mind! Is sex all you think about? DON’T ANSWER THAT!”
After several failed attempts to change the subject Ryou finally managed it. That appeared to be it for that line of conversation, but it was enough. He’d never suspected. Bakura smiled in satisfaction. He wasn’t bored anymore.
***
Bakura was channel surfing at record speed when Ryou got off the phone. He sat back and stretched as he entered the room. He gave Ryou a sidelong long, measuring look. “You fucked the blonde?”
Ryou jerked back as if struck. “I did no such thing! Weren’t you some great thief or whatever? You should keep the conversations you eavesdrop on straight!”
“I was about to say that I was impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you. However, it seems you didn’t. I usually do keep my information in good order, but it’s so difficult when all the conversations are so boringly similar.”
Ryou huffed, “Because you lead such an exciting life!”
“Led,” Bakura corrected. “The only one of the lot of you who might have conversations worth listening to is also the only one who’s rich enough to have something worth stealing. I imagine the antique silverware would pay nicely on the black market.”
“What about the paintings he’s got all over the place?” asked Ryou, apparently before he could stop himself.
“Worthless. They’re all forgeries.”
Ryou shook his head. “Impossible. Somebody sold Seto Kaiba fakes? I think not.”
“Oh no? Do you think he’d be able to tell the difference? He’d have to pay someone to check, and if the person who sold him the forgeries paid the art expert more money…” Bakura let his statement hang in the air. Ryou was staring at him with his mouth open, he chuckled. “But we’ve gone off on a tangent, I believe we were discussing what I will generously call your sex life.”
“Yes, and your sex life is on the fast track. You haven’t had sex in a millennium!”
“This is true. And you haven’t seen any action since what you witnessed at your conception.” Ryou didn’t have anything to say to that. “You didn’t screw him, but you want to,” he continued. “Don't have the nerve?” Bakura felt a small satisfaction at seeing all his barbs hit home.
“I’ve never even kissed him! I can’t just sleep with him!” Ryou exclaimed finally.
Bakura rose to his feet and backed Ryou to a wall. “You haven’t kissed anyone. You have no idea what you want,” Bakura leaned his face in closer, “what you like, or how to get it.” Now their foreheads were touching. “Some find innocence alluring and erotic-” He stood up fully and walked back to the couch. “I find it annoying.” He flopped back on the couch, suppressing the urge to look at Ryou’s expression. He knew what was happening behind him, Ryou wasn’t blocking and he was practically flooding the connection.
Bakura began to channel surf again. Yes, this was going to be fun. He could only have improved on his mood in one way. He stood up again, with a feral smile. “I’m going out,” he announced. “Don’t wait up."
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Whew...that was a bit rough. Sorry that took so long, my lovelies. I was very uninspired. But now I know where I'm going with this! ::does the happy dance:: Oh, by the way, it has been mentioned, I know that Jou's daddy is supposed to be a dirtbag and crap but I just think that for my purposes he needs a cool one. He'll have enough problems as it is without a crappy home life and I dont want to drive the poor boy to suicide. Thanks so much for reading and please review, it means a lot to me.
~Karre