Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Give Me Eyes To See ❯ Ryou ( Chapter 1 )

Author: I am bored so I'm gonna try and start a new fic; tell me what you think!

Ryou: Star me! Star me!

Author: Actually yes you are going to be the star in this one...somewhat...I need to star Marik sometime but I need a good inspiration... anyways, tell me what you guys think and if I should continue! I'm sorry about not updating Internal Scars of Wish You Were Here With Me; it's my school's fault! Anyways, here's something for you guys to tide over in the meantime!

Ryou: Roasted marshmallows for the first five reviewers!

Author: ><;;; you and your marshmallows…

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When his eyes opened to the early sunshine all he could see was the blurry chandelier that hung over his view. The boy blinked his eyes once, twice, three times in attempt to focus the large object upon the ceiling, but to no avail. Frustrated he sat up and kicked his bed covers aside. Ryou stumbled off his bed, fumbling his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. He finally found the door upon the blur of whites and yellows of his walls; he stepped carefully into the bathroom, making sure that he didn't trip over the bath rug that lay upon the cold marble floor.

The thirteen year old white haired teen felt his way to the toilet, and pulled his cotton pajama pants down. He squinted at the toilet in an effort to see where it was, whimpering as he peed that what he heard was not the tinkling sound of water, but nothing; he missed the toilet again. Sniffing he backed up when he finished and crumbled to the ground against the wall and hugged his knees to his chest. "I'm so stupid...I can't even...pee right...I'm so stupid!" he hit the wall and began the cry, "I want to be able to see! I want to be able to see!"

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Young Ryou was the son of a duke, living in an estate in England. As a child he was known to be an extremely gifted musician, learning how to play the violin and piano by the age of four. He was the child prodigy in London; how horrible it was for the young boy when at the age of 10 his sight began to deteriorate.

A trip to the doctor had confirmed it; his iris muscles were too weak and had not been able to control the amount of light that entered his eyes; because of this his retina was damaged by the intense light that was let into his eyes. They had fitted him with tinted glasses, hoping to preserve what was left of his vision, but over the years the damage done to the retina seemed to be slowly taking its toll, claming more and more of his eyesight.

As Ryou began to lose his eyesight, he began to lose himself n the world. He was bullied at school; it was bad enough that he was the duke's son, but he was now also handicapped. When the small boy came home one day with a bloody nose and broken lip, his father immediately took him out of school; Ryou continued his schooling at home.

Ryou also began to lose his confidence, not being able to do anything he wanted to do...

And then he came...

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A knock came upon his bathroom door, "Ryou?" the low tenor voice called out, "get out of there you dimwit!"

Slowly the small teen pulled himself up from the ground just as his personal servant stepped into the room.

"You did it again you stupid kid!" Marik screamed, glaring at the toilet, "I'm not cleaning it! You'll just have to wait for the maid." Reaching down he seized the small teen's arm and dragged him out of the bathroom.

"I-I-I didn't brush my teeth yet!" Ryou protested as he was flung on the bed.

"Yea well, you owe me a blowjob so get to it!"

Whimpering to himself, Ryou struggled to get into a sitting position as he heard Marik unzip his pants.

***

Marik was a low class boy who came from Egypt to make a living. He only had enough money to fly to England, where he became Ryou's personal servant; he was chosen because of their closeness in age; it is hard to find young servants in modern days.

What was only known to Ryou, however, that Marik was sadistic, and violently disturbed from living in the darker parts of Cairo, which were even more dangerous than many ghettos because of Egypt's lower economy.

He made himself known to Ryou to scare the boy into submission. Upon his arrival, he was delighted that his master was partially blind; it gave him the perfect initiation to take advantage of him. Marik threatened the adolescent, saying he would destroy the boy's beloved personal, irreplaceable violin if he refused to do what he said.

It worked; Ryou, young, sweet and innocent, unused to such cruel treatment, complied and stayed quiet.

***

Marik grunted with satisfaction as he withdrew from Ryou's mouth and hastily redid his pants, "Good job. Now that wasn't too bad was it? Now you can clean your mouth out. You should thank me; I saved you the trouble of having to brush your teeth twice. Get to it! I'll make the bed or something."

The white haired teen fumbled his way back towards the bathroom, a bitter taste in his mouth, still full from Marik's cum. As he reached the doorway he collided into the door frame and flew back, spitting out the contents in his mouth.

"Sweet Ra!" Marik glared at the boy who lay on the ground upon his back, staring stunned at the ceiling, "Now you just gave me more clothes to clean! Argh! It's enough that I have piles of your pajamas to wash, now another set! Stop running around and messing things up, god damnit!"

Ryou continued to lay there for awhile, waiting for the purple blotches to stop clouding his vision before he rolled over. Getting upon his knees he crawled the rest of the way in.

"I hate you," Ryou whispered to himself as he stripped of his nightwear. If only his violin was locked away safely, not sitting on a stand in the living room where it was proudly displayed like his parents wanted it to...then he could rid of Marik easily, and get a servant who could actually help him.

Marik has his good moments too, but realistically, he was a young teen in puberty, and had many mood swings and sexual frustrations...

When he finally finished, Marik had his new clothes set out.

"God you're so helpless," the Egyptian commented as Ryou stretched out his arms towards him. Marik slid on the boy's blouse, and then moved to slide on his pants, fastening the clasp at the top. "Honestly, all the technology that we have in this modern day, but we can't even fix a screwed up eye!"

"Retina…"

"Whatever!"

Ok...so maybe he didn't hate his servant that much; when the teen was in a good mood, all was well. If only he didn't have to get fondled like that all the time when he was horny, "Thanks Marik."

"For what?!"

"For supporting me..."

Marik snorted, "Whatever, get a move on."

Ryou let himself be dragged from his room, sighing in defeat. Was he going to be like that when he hits puberty too?

"Good morning Ryou," his father ruffled him on the head as he brushed by, "you have to practice your violin today; we have booked you for a performance."

"Right," the white haired boy mumbled as Marik plunked him into a chair. He dropped his head into his arms as Marik set a bowl of cereal in front of him. "All he does is like to show me off...then he's rarely there."

"As least you have a father," the Egyptian snapped.

Ryou clamped his mouth shut; it was very hard to speak to Marik about his problems; the other teen's seemed to always be worse. He felt the cold spoon push against his lips and he parted them, letting the cereal be shoved into his mouth.

"Just like a baby," Marik commented, smirking to himself as he removed the now empty spoon. He dunked it back into the bowl, filling it up again with milk and corn flakes.

Ryou winced as the strings of his bow slid across his fingers again, for the fourth time since the beginning of his rehearsal.

"Ryou!" his instructor scolded, "you've been playing the violin for years! You should know the strings inside and out! Honestly! How can mess up after such experience?"

"I'm sorry," Ryou mumbled, sucking upon his raw digits.

"For heaven's sake woman give my master a break!" Marik called from the sofa he was sitting on, "He isn't going to have any fingers left by the time you are done with him!"

"So rude," the instructor sniffed, adjusting her glasses, "very well, Ryou, you can take a short break."

"Get over here you," Marik motioned, exaggerating his movements so that Ryou wouldn't just see a blob.

The young boy set his violin down gently, and then padded over to his servant, who had a cold washcloth ready.

"You rich people," Marik snorted as he pressed the cloth to his master's fingers to relieve the pain, "so stuck up and weird."

"I'm not stuck up!" Ryou defended haughtily.

"Right..." Marik rolled his eyes, "you take a piss all over the bathroom then expect someone else to clean it; back in my home I rarely got even a clean toilet!"

"Watch your tongue you rogue!" the instructor wailed from across the room, "such language in this household! Don't you DARE influence Ryou!"

"He's too naive," Marik waved her off.

"I am not!"

"Wow...so much attitude today! If you were anyone else you would be a bloody pulp now, Master."

The thirteen year old gritted his teeth; Marik can be so annoying! So what if he was older; doesn't mean he knows more! He knows just as much as he does!           &nbs p;  

"Honestly...so spoiled..."

"You're the one who made me give a ...a..."

 Marik smirked and leaned in, speaking quietly, "Hey, I'm just teaching you early! When you turn fourteen or fifteen and start having wet dreams and masturbating all the time, you won't be as confused. Besides," he leaned back lazily, "I liked it. You can't blame me; I'm a teenage guy, I need my sex fix, and you're perfect. Pretty, like a chick."

"WHAT?!?" Ryou screeched, startling his instructor as he leapt at his servant and began to hit him, "I don't look like a girl! I'm a boy! I'm a boy! I'm not girly! Take that! And that!"

"Ryou! Do calm yourself!" the elder lady strode over quickly and pried the small boy off his servant, "My, you ARE getting violent. Do control yourself child! You are a proper noble! Not some street mongrel!"

Marik groaned as Ryou was taken away to resume his lessons, "That's what I get for trying to be nice!"

Ryou ignored his servant throughout the rest of the day; in fact, he avoided the Egyptian completely, shutting himself in the library. He loved the old place: large cedar tables stretched the length of the wing, lined with dusty shelves of the same red wood. Books by the thousands were set neatly in their place; a few lay strewn across the tables. Chairs, carved delicately out of the same gorgeous cedar, framed the tables, a dark green velvet cushion fluffed on top of each one.

Ryou chose a spot by the glass doors that led into the back of his estate, a new book clutched into his hand. The young adolescent had spent an hour looking for the novel; despite modern days, his parents decided to keep their library traditional, so looking for books were sometimes a hassle.

He had barely begun to flip through the first pages - it does require a good bit of effort for him to read due to his eyesight - when he heard someone rapping upon the window. He glared at the mocha coloured blur that met him, "Go away Marik."

Marik hammered the glass door again, "Don't make me knock it down Ryou! You know I can!"

The boy sighed, stuck a ribbon to mark his place in the book, and then went and unlocked the door, letting his servant inside, "What do you want?"

"So bratty," the Egyptian teen said casually as he dropped down onto a chair, "look, I didn't mean to call you girly ok? You're just very pretty." He leaned over to pat Ryou on the head, who shied away from the touch. He sighed in exasperation, "I'm trying to be nice for once here!"

"I'm not pretty! Girls are supposed to be pretty!" Ryou snapped defensively, "boys aren't supposed to be 'pretty'!"

"Well then how about beautiful?" Marik countered, "Boys can be beautiful can't they?" He turned to face Ryou, noticing how the boy's pale skin had flushed to a soft pink, "Flattered aren't we?"

Ryou turned his head away and pouted.

"So childish," the older teen commented as he picked up Ryou's book, "come on, dinner is to be ready soon and the last thing I want is the Lord and Lady ranting at me for not bringing their son to dinner on time." He tucked the book under his arm, and then offered his other hand to Ryou.

Ryou looked at the hand shaped blob before taking it, and let himself be led out of the room.

***

"I don't want Bakura to come," Ryou said miserably as he sat on his bed, Marik running a brush through his silvery hair.

"I have never met the guy..." Marik commented, "But your parents said at dinner that he was an older version of you. That sounds hot."

The pale noble flushed red, "I don't understand types like you," he muttered.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" the Egyptian dropped the hair brush, "you love it just as much as I do." Marik hugged the younger boy from behind, sliding his skilled hands down Ryou's thin chest.

Ryou stifled a moan, "N-no I don't," he answered weakly, "Being gay is wrong!"

Marik snorted, "I'm very gay Ryou. I don't screw around with you 'cause I don't have any chicks; I screw around with you cause I am very VERY gay and I think you are very hot!"

The youth tried to wriggle out from his servant's arms, "Well I'm not gay! Find someone else!"

"My, aren't you the one with the attitude today; no wonder you don't have wet dreams...you're too stiff..." Marik slid his hands past the boy's hips, stroking his inner thigh through the thin material of his pajamas.

Ryou whimpered, "Leave me alone..."

"I don't want to, my little Master," was the answer. Marik nuzzled Ryou's neck, his hands sliding over the boy's bulge.

His Master writhed in his arms, "Marik, for God's sake; leave me alone!"

"Fine," Marik backed off, "though I suggest you do something about that hard-on of yours..." He strode calmly to the doors, an air of victory about him. As he turned the brass knob he blew a kiss good-night to Ryou, and then disappeared behind the carved white doors.

Ryou squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will his erection away, but realized that his body wasn't listening to reason. Trembling he slid his hands under his pants, his slender fingers gently curling around his arousal. He whimpered, feeling the surge of pleasure that rushed through him with this simple touch. He began to stroke himself, each touch feeling more sinful than the last. Marik told me this was natural for someone my age...but it feels so wrong... perhaps it felt even more wrong that the images flooding into his mind wasn't of young, beautiful girls, but rather his Egyptian servant's smooth, lean body; his rich caramel skin, his sex...

He gave a silent cry as he released into his hands, making a mess. Squinting, he curiously peeked into his pants and grimaced. Ejaculation always looked so gross to him, especially when it was in his mouth. Carefully cupping as much of the hot liquid as he could, he pulled his hands out. Ryou emptied the cum into the garbage beside his bed, hoping to God that he didn't miss it. He fumbled around, in search for a tissue. Stupid, stupid eyes! he cursed to himself, realizing just how difficult it was to clean himself up from such a shameful act quickly. What if someone walked in?

The thought panicked the young boy. Scrambling out of bed he fled in the general direction of the bathroom, running headlong into the wall beside the door.

"Ow!"

He fell back onto his behind, resisting the urge to rub the developing bump on his forehead with his soiled hands. The world spun around him in a blur of colours, his eyes losing focus. Ryou shut his eyes tightly, hoping that the spinning would stop. It was bad enough that he could barely see, any head injury could clinch it for him.

Finally the pounding stopped and his warily opened his eyes. The darkened grooves of the carvings on Ryou bathroom door seemed to grin at him, mocking him for missing the entry. "Shut up; leave me alone," Ryou said aloud before picking himself up. He washed his hands in the sink, rubbing thoroughly until he was certain no evidence remained of his first masturbation. He walked back to his room; the young noble stood at the foot of his bed, staring at the mounds of mattresses and sheets, I will never look at my bed the same way again... Having Marik toy with him was one thing; that street servant was nothing but a perverted teenager who tended to bully younger kids for relieving himself; but him masturbating...? That was a whole new situation altogether.

"I'm not gay," he weakly assured himself. Even back at school, he remembered how his classmates would wrinkle their noses in disgust at the mention of girls or guys kissing. "It's wrong," he continued as he fumbled for the light switch. Then a satisfying click was heard, the chandelier blinked out above him. As he rolled over to sleep, a new thought plagued his mind.

But why did it feel so right?

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Author: Well? What do you guys think? Huh? Huh?

Marik: I'm some twisted horny bastard!

Author: Erm...cause you're the antagonist...

Marik: I'm not THAT horny!

Ryou: You make him sound like he has PMS. I like him one second, hate him the next...

Author: You're only thirteen, so you're not exactly too mature to just kick him off and scream rape... >< I'm trying to actually make you sound thirteen ok?

Ryou: Whatever...*pout*

Author: Errm... *cough cough* Anyways, please review and tell me what you think! I'll try to make the next chapter better...I like the plot but  need to unravel it properly...and my muse died...if I had one to begin with... >< I know it sounded a bit choppy but I'm trying to write it how a thirteen year old would see his day…just bits of interesting moments kinda thing…

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