Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ For a Yami's love ❯ For a Yami's love- Lunch Time! ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: sexybakura2400 
Yami plan is revealed...what will he do next?
I don't own YuGiOh!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 486 | Status: Work In Progress
Yami plan is revealed...what will he do next?
I don't own YuGiOh!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 486 | Status: Work In Progress
Depending on who you are, lunch can be a good thing or a bad thing. It all depends on who you sit with. Nerds, nerds sit outside, under tall trees, away from danger that lurked within the cafeteria walls. Jocks, and cheerleaders sat on one side of the cafeteria, the bullies and geeks on the other side, and if you were normal, well as normal as one could get in high school, you sat in the middle of the cafeteria. The arrangements weren’t bad for the most part, but at times, there were confrontations. Such as , Bakura and Marik being invited to sit with the bullies everyday, but instead chose to sit with their lights and the stupid friendship group, or as Bakura called them.
Speaking of the white, spiky haired yami, the hot man, for he certainly was no boy, walked into the cafeteria, crimson eyes glancing around, before walking to the normal table he sat at, finding it devoid of people. Taking his seat, his head fell, crashing against the table, creating a nice loud thud, that barely registered in the loud, crowed room.
Alone
At peace
Desperate for someone to talk to. After the singing incident in American History, and telling his light about it, he had avoided Ryou’s presence. His little light laughed at him and wished he could have seen such a fight, completely disregarding Bakura’s displeasure of the whole ordeal. It wasn’t a nice thing to do, and Bakura had told the hikari so, in more cruder words, such as “Fuck you Ryou.” and promptly taking another seat away from his light.
Bakura sighed and lifted his head and slammed it back down onto the table, doing that a few times, before groaning in pain. Life had changed so much and it wasn’t even funny, god how he missed the small, innocent, “I love you no matter what” Ryou. The child he had grown with, grown to-to what? To love? No, never. Bakura never loved anyway. He never cared for another, well, only family oriented people. He supposed, after thinking about it for a moment, Ryou was his family, his only family he had. Still, it was family love, nothing more, nothing less. He did not find his hikari sexually arousing, like Marik did his, even if Ryou had great legs, beautiful body, nice cock.
A tongue darted out and licked dry lips. Oh yes, Ryou was well endowed, not as much as Bakura, but enough to not be classified as small. Of course, the whole incident of finding that out was still quite embarrassing, to his light, not to him. But seriously, Ryou should yell he was dressing when he knocked on the door, oh, wait, no he didn’t. Well that makes more sense then.
“Bakura?”
Bakura lifted his head up, eyes locking with beautiful milk chocolate eyes. Ryou stood next to him, biting his bottom lip, fingers playing with loose paper corners that stuck out from the edges of his notebooks. Bakura returned to his table, head down once more as he grunted to Ryou. The young boy took it as a good sign, and invitation and sat down next to the pale spirit, placing his books on the table.
“Bakura?” he asked again. Crimson eyes looked over at the other, with a sleepy haze clouding them.
“What?” he finally asked. Might as well indulge in his hikari, get it over with. Act like he was listening, nod once or twice, everything would be fine, the others would come and they could have lunch in peace. Unfortunately for Bakura, Ra really did hate him.
“I’m sorry about laughing at you. But you, it was funny. I mean, you’re not one to sing, or dance, unless you’re having sex on the dance floor. I’m sure Malik laughed at Marik.” Ryou apologized. Bakura’s eyes rolled as he sat up.
“Malik didn’t laugh at Marik, though he wish he was there to see. After that, they promptly left to fuck in the janitor’s closet. I know this because Marik wasn’t waiting for me after third period and Malik was missing.” he said, resting his head in his hand, elbow resting on the table. “So, do you want to try and apologize again? Otherwise fuck off.” he said grumpily. Ryou looked away and sighed sadly.
“I really am sorry Bakura. I just… It’s just… I…”
“Will you fucking say it already?! Ra you’re such a fucking pussy.” he snapped, growling lightly at the other. Ryou winced at the snap and stood up. With his head bowed his spoke his words.
“I’m sorry about laughing Bakura. I just wanted you to know, I-I love you.”
Grabbing his stuff, Ryou turned and quickly walked away, leaving behind a very confused yami. Bakura hadn’t heard those words in so long. He, quite frankly, thought Ryou didn’t love him anymore. Sighing, the spirit banged his head on the table hard, over and over and over again.
“You’ll get a concussion if you keep doing that, then again, you actually need a brain to get such a thing.”
Bakura growled. He knew that arrogant voice anywhere, and that voice was the last voice he wanted to hear at the moment.
“Piss of Pharaoh, I’m not in the mood.” Yet, does the man take a hint, of course not. Plopping down in the seat Ryou had recently occupied, Yami placed his head in his hands and stared at the Tomb-robber.
“So what did you do to piss Ryou off this time?” he question, curious as to why the other had passed him without acknowledging his presence, and why crystal drops ran down alabaster cheeks.
“None of your fucking business.” Bakura hissed, lifting his head, glaring hard at the other. “Fuck off!” Yami tsked, and click his tongue against his teeth before grinning.
“Hikari troubles? Trying to get Ryou to fall in love with you?”
“Why on Ra’s green Earth would I ever want my light to fall in love with me? He’s nothing more than a baby brother that I can push around and command to do my every whim.”
“And he does it compliantly doesn’t he?” Yami asked.
“Of course he does. He’s to afraid of being beaten not to do what I say.”
“Are you sure that’s the real reason he does things for you, or follows you around. It’s plainly obvious to everyone” there was a pause as Yami looked off out the window, as if thinking, before looking back at Bakura, “except for you. He loves you Bakura.”
“Phff, as if.”
“It’s true.”
“I’m evil”
“He doesn’t care.”
“I beat him.”
“He loves it.”
“I scream at him.”
“Just as long as you’re paying attention to him, it’s all he needs.”
“I hate him!”
“That’s a bold face lie and you know it! You care about him, every yami cares about their hikari.”
“Maybe so, but that doesn’t mean I love him.”
“But he loves you. Truly and deeply, he loves you.”
Bakura looked away with a sigh, eyes staring out one of the many windows in the room. Eyes roaming the court yard, they fell upon a familiar white head. Bakura watched as Ryou walked over to Malik and Marik, both who were making out underneath a tree. Tapping Marik’s shoulder, breaking the kiss, Malik nearly shoved Marik into the ground as he moved away from his lover and took Ryou into a hug. Bakura watched his hikari’s form shake as sobs wracked his body. Bakura didn’t need the mind link to even know what was going on. He really hurt his hikari, and this time, Ryou might not forgive him. With a heavy sigh, Bakura turned back to Yami.
“Teach me how to show that emotion. Show me how to love my hikari.” he said.
“Uh-huh. I can’t teach you how to love the pale beauty, that’s something you have to learn on your own. Just, open your heart.”
“I have no heart.”
“That’s a lie. Dead or alive, you have a heart if you can feel emotions. I know you can. You aren’t a cold hearted Tomb-robber like you make yourself to be.” Yami said as he scooted his chair closer to Bakura and rested his head on the other’s shoulder. “You haven’t forgotten about our past have you? I haven’t.” Bakura looked down at the other before returning his gaze to Ryou and the blonds.
“No, I haven’t. Things have changed since then though.”
“True. Our love isn’t as strong as it was back then, but it’s still there. You still care about me don’t you?” Yami asked.
“I do, which is really making me wonder why I wanted to kill you.”
“Old habits die hard I suppose. Lovers or not, there were times when you did try and kill me.”
“Then I just decided to fuck you instead, I remember those times.” Bakura said with a heavy sigh.
“Bakura, come over to the shop after school. I’ll teach you a few things that will have Ryou melting in your arms and yours forever.” Yami said as he stood up. He leaned down and gave Bakura’s cheek a kiss. Bakura looked at Yami and raised a brow. “You after school sexy.” he whispered before turning and walking away. Bakura couldn’t help his eyes as they trailed over the small, tan frame of the other. The tight leather, the belts and chokers. His former lover was hot back in ancient times and still was. Shaking his head, a small smirk gracing his lips, Bakura stood up, gathering his books and bag and headed out of the room, mind racing with different scenarios of what the two of then would do after school, his hopes rising at each passing minute.
Slowly the time passed, much to slowly for Bakura’s taste. Ryou had been avoiding him now for a while. Anytime he came near the hikari, the other would turn away, never looking him directly in the eyes. It did hurt Bakura, hurt to know he was causing his beautiful light so much pain. All would be amended soon though. After his time at Yami’s things will get better between Ryou and himself, if Bakura would let it. There was no guarantee things would be alright, he just knew he had to make them the better.
Speaking of the white, spiky haired yami, the hot man, for he certainly was no boy, walked into the cafeteria, crimson eyes glancing around, before walking to the normal table he sat at, finding it devoid of people. Taking his seat, his head fell, crashing against the table, creating a nice loud thud, that barely registered in the loud, crowed room.
Alone
At peace
Desperate for someone to talk to. After the singing incident in American History, and telling his light about it, he had avoided Ryou’s presence. His little light laughed at him and wished he could have seen such a fight, completely disregarding Bakura’s displeasure of the whole ordeal. It wasn’t a nice thing to do, and Bakura had told the hikari so, in more cruder words, such as “Fuck you Ryou.” and promptly taking another seat away from his light.
Bakura sighed and lifted his head and slammed it back down onto the table, doing that a few times, before groaning in pain. Life had changed so much and it wasn’t even funny, god how he missed the small, innocent, “I love you no matter what” Ryou. The child he had grown with, grown to-to what? To love? No, never. Bakura never loved anyway. He never cared for another, well, only family oriented people. He supposed, after thinking about it for a moment, Ryou was his family, his only family he had. Still, it was family love, nothing more, nothing less. He did not find his hikari sexually arousing, like Marik did his, even if Ryou had great legs, beautiful body, nice cock.
A tongue darted out and licked dry lips. Oh yes, Ryou was well endowed, not as much as Bakura, but enough to not be classified as small. Of course, the whole incident of finding that out was still quite embarrassing, to his light, not to him. But seriously, Ryou should yell he was dressing when he knocked on the door, oh, wait, no he didn’t. Well that makes more sense then.
“Bakura?”
Bakura lifted his head up, eyes locking with beautiful milk chocolate eyes. Ryou stood next to him, biting his bottom lip, fingers playing with loose paper corners that stuck out from the edges of his notebooks. Bakura returned to his table, head down once more as he grunted to Ryou. The young boy took it as a good sign, and invitation and sat down next to the pale spirit, placing his books on the table.
“Bakura?” he asked again. Crimson eyes looked over at the other, with a sleepy haze clouding them.
“What?” he finally asked. Might as well indulge in his hikari, get it over with. Act like he was listening, nod once or twice, everything would be fine, the others would come and they could have lunch in peace. Unfortunately for Bakura, Ra really did hate him.
“I’m sorry about laughing at you. But you, it was funny. I mean, you’re not one to sing, or dance, unless you’re having sex on the dance floor. I’m sure Malik laughed at Marik.” Ryou apologized. Bakura’s eyes rolled as he sat up.
“Malik didn’t laugh at Marik, though he wish he was there to see. After that, they promptly left to fuck in the janitor’s closet. I know this because Marik wasn’t waiting for me after third period and Malik was missing.” he said, resting his head in his hand, elbow resting on the table. “So, do you want to try and apologize again? Otherwise fuck off.” he said grumpily. Ryou looked away and sighed sadly.
“I really am sorry Bakura. I just… It’s just… I…”
“Will you fucking say it already?! Ra you’re such a fucking pussy.” he snapped, growling lightly at the other. Ryou winced at the snap and stood up. With his head bowed his spoke his words.
“I’m sorry about laughing Bakura. I just wanted you to know, I-I love you.”
Grabbing his stuff, Ryou turned and quickly walked away, leaving behind a very confused yami. Bakura hadn’t heard those words in so long. He, quite frankly, thought Ryou didn’t love him anymore. Sighing, the spirit banged his head on the table hard, over and over and over again.
“You’ll get a concussion if you keep doing that, then again, you actually need a brain to get such a thing.”
Bakura growled. He knew that arrogant voice anywhere, and that voice was the last voice he wanted to hear at the moment.
“Piss of Pharaoh, I’m not in the mood.” Yet, does the man take a hint, of course not. Plopping down in the seat Ryou had recently occupied, Yami placed his head in his hands and stared at the Tomb-robber.
“So what did you do to piss Ryou off this time?” he question, curious as to why the other had passed him without acknowledging his presence, and why crystal drops ran down alabaster cheeks.
“None of your fucking business.” Bakura hissed, lifting his head, glaring hard at the other. “Fuck off!” Yami tsked, and click his tongue against his teeth before grinning.
“Hikari troubles? Trying to get Ryou to fall in love with you?”
“Why on Ra’s green Earth would I ever want my light to fall in love with me? He’s nothing more than a baby brother that I can push around and command to do my every whim.”
“And he does it compliantly doesn’t he?” Yami asked.
“Of course he does. He’s to afraid of being beaten not to do what I say.”
“Are you sure that’s the real reason he does things for you, or follows you around. It’s plainly obvious to everyone” there was a pause as Yami looked off out the window, as if thinking, before looking back at Bakura, “except for you. He loves you Bakura.”
“Phff, as if.”
“It’s true.”
“I’m evil”
“He doesn’t care.”
“I beat him.”
“He loves it.”
“I scream at him.”
“Just as long as you’re paying attention to him, it’s all he needs.”
“I hate him!”
“That’s a bold face lie and you know it! You care about him, every yami cares about their hikari.”
“Maybe so, but that doesn’t mean I love him.”
“But he loves you. Truly and deeply, he loves you.”
Bakura looked away with a sigh, eyes staring out one of the many windows in the room. Eyes roaming the court yard, they fell upon a familiar white head. Bakura watched as Ryou walked over to Malik and Marik, both who were making out underneath a tree. Tapping Marik’s shoulder, breaking the kiss, Malik nearly shoved Marik into the ground as he moved away from his lover and took Ryou into a hug. Bakura watched his hikari’s form shake as sobs wracked his body. Bakura didn’t need the mind link to even know what was going on. He really hurt his hikari, and this time, Ryou might not forgive him. With a heavy sigh, Bakura turned back to Yami.
“Teach me how to show that emotion. Show me how to love my hikari.” he said.
“Uh-huh. I can’t teach you how to love the pale beauty, that’s something you have to learn on your own. Just, open your heart.”
“I have no heart.”
“That’s a lie. Dead or alive, you have a heart if you can feel emotions. I know you can. You aren’t a cold hearted Tomb-robber like you make yourself to be.” Yami said as he scooted his chair closer to Bakura and rested his head on the other’s shoulder. “You haven’t forgotten about our past have you? I haven’t.” Bakura looked down at the other before returning his gaze to Ryou and the blonds.
“No, I haven’t. Things have changed since then though.”
“True. Our love isn’t as strong as it was back then, but it’s still there. You still care about me don’t you?” Yami asked.
“I do, which is really making me wonder why I wanted to kill you.”
“Old habits die hard I suppose. Lovers or not, there were times when you did try and kill me.”
“Then I just decided to fuck you instead, I remember those times.” Bakura said with a heavy sigh.
“Bakura, come over to the shop after school. I’ll teach you a few things that will have Ryou melting in your arms and yours forever.” Yami said as he stood up. He leaned down and gave Bakura’s cheek a kiss. Bakura looked at Yami and raised a brow. “You after school sexy.” he whispered before turning and walking away. Bakura couldn’t help his eyes as they trailed over the small, tan frame of the other. The tight leather, the belts and chokers. His former lover was hot back in ancient times and still was. Shaking his head, a small smirk gracing his lips, Bakura stood up, gathering his books and bag and headed out of the room, mind racing with different scenarios of what the two of then would do after school, his hopes rising at each passing minute.
Slowly the time passed, much to slowly for Bakura’s taste. Ryou had been avoiding him now for a while. Anytime he came near the hikari, the other would turn away, never looking him directly in the eyes. It did hurt Bakura, hurt to know he was causing his beautiful light so much pain. All would be amended soon though. After his time at Yami’s things will get better between Ryou and himself, if Bakura would let it. There was no guarantee things would be alright, he just knew he had to make them the better.