Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ High School Never Ends ❯ Masks ( Chapter 2 )

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Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh © I would be in Japan having random bunny sex with a guy that looked like Yami…we can only dream.

Warnings: Sexual Innuendo, Talk of a sexual nature, and the usual Cussing.

High School Never Ends

By SetoKaiba’sShowGirl

Chapter 2: Masks

Ryou was standing in the shower. The water runs over his aching body. He felt sick. He had never in his short life felt so vulnerable around a person, let alone a person he had only meet on that day. He had what people called masks. He wore a different one around ever different person. Around his teachers it was the ‘I’m shy and maybe a little frightened.’ mask. Around his dad was the ‘I’m fine, don’t worry about Me.’ mask. Around Yugi and Malik it was the ‘I’m just me.’ mask. Although with Bakura he didn’t actually wear a mask. Bakura broke his mask. He broke through the mask without even knowing he had, and ever time he did Ryou would lost his mask for a little while, while he picked up the pieces and tried to put them back together. Then everyone would see the real him for a moment. He couldn’t help feeling like he was falling for the boy that looked exceptionally like him. But Ryou had forgotten what it felt like to love. He had his dad who was never around and was never really anything you could call nice. Since his mother and sister had passed away his father didn’t really pay to much attention to him. Like Ryou was just a hurtful reminder of what he had lost. He gave him a roof over his head, enough money for food, with a lot left over, but he had kind of stopped being what a father was. There were no father son heart to hearts, no advice, no praise, and Ryou just forgot how to love. Yet he couldn’t help feeling this extraordinary emotion for the man. He placed his forehead on the wall in front of him, pretending not to care, not to be crying because now was not the time or the place. He was in the school’s shower with two others. Malik and Yugi were having a heated discussion over the three boys from earlier. Ryou didn’t really care what it was over but now was not the time or the place to wallow. He picked up his head and turned towards the bickering boys. He smiled as another mask was put in place.

“I’m telling you, Yami likes you!” Malik screamed at Yugi while the water ran down his tanned body.

“No he doesn’t. Ra Malik can’t you just give it up, I only meet the boy today and you are already trying to set us up.”

“So, it’s a friend’s duty. Plus me and you both know you like him.”

“I don’t actually; I have no feelings for the boy. Yes he may be good looking, and yes I may want his small yet masculine body pounding into.”

“See, you want to fuck him,” Malik cut across him with an accusing finger.

Yugi seemed to think he had said too much, and without delay, began to look like a tomato on fire, “So what, just because I want to fuck him doesn’t mean I’m gonna. Plus I have no emotional feelings towards him. Anyway why don’t you try to hook Bakura and Ryou up, they seem to like each other.”

Ryou’s eyes went wide as both boys turned towards him. He backed up towards the wall as Yugi and Malik walked up to him.

“Do you like Bakura?” Malik asked in the sweetest voice he could muster. It sounded pure evil to Ryou’s ears.

“Ummm…yeah I suppose so.” His mask was screaming at him to say no, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. Lies were not his strong suit.

“Really,” Yugi said, “I didn’t think you would like him, seeing as you punched him.”

“A really good punch Malik relayed with admiration, “I’ve never seen anyone as small as you punch like that.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“Well anyway, I think I should give you some advice on Bakura.” Malik said with his hands on his hips.

Ryou paid full attention now, if it would help him get Bakura then he would listen, and intently, “Oh yeah, like what?” But he didn’t want them to know that.

“One, he likes people who stand up for themselves. That’s probably why he asked you to the concert in the first place. Two, he hates people who act like they really like his music just to get with him. Three, he likes people who are honest, maybe even to the point of being brusque.” Malik told Ryou counting it off on his fingers. Ryou was nodding away, taking in every hint. “But I must give you a warning,” Ryou snapped to attention, “Bakura likes to sleep with people.”

Ryou sweat-dropped, “So, what’s wrong with that?”

“Not date people.” Malik said with a smirk, “Sleep with people.”

Ryou realised what his friend was talking about, Malik thought Bakura just wanted to fuck him. If that was true, Ryou wouldn’t mind, but what would real, no mask, Ryou feel like. “Ok, no problem.” Smile never lifting from his face even though his heart was screaming in pain.

“Well if that’s all, let’s get out. You have a date to get ready for.” Yugi said while skipping out of the shower.

Ryou stood at his wardrobe. His head shifting from one side to the other, looking upon the length of clothing. Ryou pulled certain items out just to place them back in the cupboard again. He was standing there, a towel wrapped around his slender waist, staring. He had absolutely nothing to wear. I mean he had clothes, lots of clothes, but nothing to wear. His doorbell rang and he went downstairs to get it. He opened it ready to shout blue murder at who ever had disturbed him from this most important task to find himself face to face with his only two friends. Ryou staring at his them because of their attire. ‘Am I suppose to dress like that?’ Yugi was wearing leather pants as tight as Yami’s were earlier with black studded boots and a red sleeveless tee. Accompanied by an assortment of belts and buckles on his waist and arms. Malik was wearing pretty much the same but he had abandoned the boots in favour of some black and white converses and his top was white instead of red. Ryou looked up at their faces to realise both of their eyes were lined with black.

“Well,” Malik said placing his hands on his hips and looking Ryou up and down, “If I had known it was that kind of party, I would of put on some lippy.”

Ryou was speechless, then realised what Malik meant when he realised he was still only in a towel. He invited them inside and put them in the living room. Still unable to speak.

“I know we’re a little early,” Yugi said looking at the clock on the wall, it proclaimed it was only 7 o‘clock, “But we thought you might need a little help.”

Ryou had not said a word yet but thought he better before his friends thought he had become retarded. “Yeah I do… Do you guys normally dress like that?”

“I don’t, I wear what I want but Yugi does though.” Malik said like it was the most natural thing on the planet.

“Well I don’t wear the eyeliner and so many buckles, why is it I problem?” Yugi replied with innocent blinks of his eyes.

Ryou shook his head again like he was trying to dislodge water, “No, not a problem. I was just kind of shocked that someone that looks so innocent could look so…so…so.”

“Much like a bondage slave?” Malik finished for him. Ryou and Yugi stared wide eyes at their friend, “Anyway don’t you think you should be getting ready. We do have to see hot boys, sweating, panting, gyrating, and before I forget, singing on stage.”

Ryou was in Yugi’s black fiat punto staring out the window. He had sitting with his elbow resting on the window, with his cheek on his palm. Yugi and Malik were singing along to the radio, Yugi was driving and Malik was in the back with legs up on the seat. Ryou didn’t know what he felt. He was shaking with anticipation. Out of the 900 students in the whole of domino high, why did Bakura ask him? I mean if Malik was right the school was full of homos, so why him. Maybe Bakura could be just a little narcissistic. Ryou couldn’t deny it; he and Bakura looked way too much alike, so much so that they could be brothers. Wait…what if they were. Ryou had thought about having sex with…and him doing…Oh my Ra.

“Ryou, what’s wrong?” Yugi asked placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ryou jumped out of his stupor and looked out the window. They had stopped outside a fair sized building, black because of the darkness, with large neon green letters above the door reading ‘Skunk’. Ryou smiled at his two friends and stepped out the car. He smoothed out his shirt and looked at himself in the car window. He was forced to wear skin tight leather pants (Malik’s) with a sleeveless royal purple collared shirt (His own.). A pair of black leather boots adorned his feet with silver clasps, as well as silver buckles around his wrists and upper arms (All Yugi’s.). He looked at his face in disgust as he could see the line of black they had lined his eyes with. His top lip curled up, what would his father say to him now. The most humiliating thing was that Yugi had pulled said boy’s hair back into one just leaving his bangs down. Then Malik and Yugi had walked circles around him, examining him from every angle while he blushed furiously just to proclaim him hot and drag him to the car. Ryou looked up to see the two veins of his existence waiting for him.

“We never made you that hot just so you could look at yourself.” Malik said pointing towards the club.

“Yeah Ryou come on.” Yugi called bouncing on the balls of his feet. Ryou sighed and just came along.

Ryou sat on a stool in the club. It was two small, smelt funny, people kept touching you when you didn’t you want them too. So you can see Ryou was not enjoying himself. He sat the bar, a beer in hand, bought for him by some random guy. His name was either Tom or Tristan. Ryou didn’t really care. All he cared about was going home. He looked to the dance floor, (a.k.a Mosh Pit.) and could just about see Yugi and Malik, both jumping up and down like their lives depended on it. Ryou sipped his drink, nodding his head to the beat of the song. He looked at the bar and saw the bottles of the two beers he had already drunk. He was somewhat shocked; he hadn’t spent a penny the whole time he had been there. He had always thought he was one of them people you just pass by. Like they weren’t even there. Maybe it was the clothes. He looked towards the stage again and realised the band that was playing before had gone, and the stereo was blaring out a random track. Yugi pushed his way through the crowd of smelly teens to get to Ryou.

“Hey.” Yugi said pulling up a stool next to Ryou.

“Hi, where’s Malik?”

“Gone back stage,” Yugi said trying to monitor to the barman. “He is Marik’s boyfriend so he gets certain privileges.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Yugi and Ryou turned around, and looked at who had asked. Ryou giggled, it going unheard, at the look on Yugi’s face. There stood a third of the band Ryou, Malik and Yugi had come to see. He stood there in an outfit of just black. Ryou could now see the blatant resemblance between the two. It was uncanny. Standing so close to each other Ryou could see that they were nearly the same height, build and skin colour. True Yami did have more muscle mass then his smaller companion and looked a lot older and fiercer. Yugi radiated purity and light, while Yami, like his name, radiated contamination and darkness. Ryou looked back and forth between them. Yami stood there with his hands on his hips, smirking. Yugi sat there with his mouth slightly open, staring and the man in front of him.

Yami seemed to think the silence had gone on long enough or that Yugi should just stop staring, “Can I buy you a drink?” Yami turned to Ryou, “And you of course.”

Yugi stopped staring and turned back around, “No thanks, I can buy my own.”

“Please, I insist. Seeing as you have come to see us, it’s the least I could do.” Yami said turning his smirk in to an anything but innocent smile.

Yugi throat maybe incoherent sounds for awhile then, “Ok, I’ll have a beer.”

Yami gestured towards Ryou. He just lifted up his bottle. “Hey Duke.”

A boy not much older then any of them came straight over, “What can I do for you Pharaoh.”

“Get me two beers and some scotch.”

“Coming right up.” He sauntered away to come back seconds later with the three drinks.

Yami picked up his glass and took a sip his eyes never leaving Yugi, “So Yugi, how long have you played for the diamonds?”

Ryou kept his ears on the talk. He was facing the stage, so that Yami and Yugi wouldn’t think he was paying attention, but was listening intently.

“Since freshman year, just like Malik.” Yugi said avoided all eye contact.

“Really, I have seen a couple of your games, you’re really good.” Yami’s eyes still trained on to Yugi.

“Really?” Yugi said a little too happily, “I mean, you have?”

“Yes, I sometimes watch them before going to rehearsals.”

“Oh, ok, thanks, how long you been in a band for?” Yugi developed a new tactic, staring at Ryou while talking to Yami.

“Just like you and the diamonds, since freshman year, but I’ve known the tomb-robber and tomb-keeper a lot longer. You know I think we sho…”

“Yami, Bakura says to get you arse ready for the first song or his gonna make sure you can never have sex again.” Duke the barman said as he appeared from nowhere.

Yami snarled, threw the rest of the scotch down his throat and turned back to Yugi, “Well as you can see Bakura has made another threat on my manhood so,” He swooped down to place his lips on Yugi’s cheek, “Ja ne.”

Yugi snapped his head to where Yami was standing. Yami started to walk away, hands in his pockets. Yugi stared at Yami’s retreating back and waited till he was a safe distance away. When he thought he was far enough away he clapped his hand to his cheek and squealed. And squealed some more. And just a little bit more before Ryou plugged up his ears at the horrendous noise issuing from such a small thing.

“Gomen,” Yugi said when he had finally stopped ad turned to Ryou, “I don’t know what came over me, but I do need to ask you something now.” Ryou nodded, “We never speak of that to Malik.”

“Why?”

“Do you not know enough about Malik?” Yugi said with his hand still on his cheek.

Ryou thought about the endless teasing Malik would give the smaller teen for squealing like a girl, obsessing over a little kiss on the cheek and the way he was acting around Yami. “Okay, I won’t tell Malik.”

“Arigato, Ryou-kun.” Yugi said jumping at the boy and wrapping his arms around him.

Ryou tensed up dramatically but hugged him back when the shock had worn off.

The over head speakers blared out the sound of a male voice, “Ladies and Gentlemen,” The lights dimmed so all you could see was faint out-lines of three people standing on the stage, “This is the moment you have all been fucking waiting for. So get out of you’re seats and scream for Curse of Egypt.” The lights facing the stage turned blue and smoke filled it. So it looked like fog had descended.

Ryou stood up and screamed, Yugi doing the same beside him. Both moved forward on to the dance floor, pushing people out of the way, moving towards three silhouettes. One of the men was behind the drum kit; his head toped with amazingly spiked hair, twirling a drumstick around one hand. The next was standing in front of a microphone stand, guitar in hand. The final one was at the front of the stage, just like his next companion, but there was something different about him. He owned the stage and no one could look away from him, but when you did, it wasn’t to look any where else but at his band mates. The drums and guitar started at precisely the same time, throwing out a beat laden with layers, when suddenly the lights turned white and the stage was flooded with light. Marik was doing his thing on the drums, keeping the rhythm. Yami stood there with guitar in hand, strumming and tapping his foot in time. Then there stood Bakura, bass in hand plucking with the rest, looking at the back wall of the club like none of the people down there mattered.

You're not in this aloneLet me break this awkward silenceLet me go, go on recordBe the first to say I'm sorryHear me out, And if you take me downOr would you lay me outAnd if the world needs something betterLet's give them one more reason now, now, now

We walk in single filewe light our rails and punch our timeRide escalators colder than a cell

Bakura sang in to the microphone, just facing the wall and strumming. His voice sounding like heaven to Ryou. Everyone else heard a great singer with gravel behind his voice, probably caused by alcohol and cigarettes. He was clicking his heel in time with the beat they were producing. No one took their eyes off the front man. Yami’s voice came swimming down the mic to do back up while strumming his guitar relentlessly. His voice a lot deeper then Bakura’s but still as gravely. Marik hit his kit with gusto. Hair lying everywhere while his shock his whole body madly. Everyone wondered how he still hit the drums while moving so much.

This broken city sky like butane on my skinstolen from my eyesHello Angel, tell me where are youTell me where we go from here

The whole crowd were jumping up and down like men, eyes locked on to the stage. Ryou and Yugi were with them. Screaming at the top of their lungs while still being able to hear the music over the noise. Ryou eyes were trained on the singer, watching every movement and action. From a sway of the hips, to a tapping of a toe. Yugi was in a similar situation, but his eyes were on not only Bakura but Yami as well whose eyes were closed, tapping his foot.

And in this moment we can't close the lids on burning eyesOur memories blanket us with friends we know like fallout vapoursSteel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun, scorched and blackIt reaches in and tears your flesh apartAs ice cold hands rip into your heartThat's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chestAnd after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocenceAnd if the world needs something better, let's give them one more reason now

Ryou couldn’t believe how good they were. Better then some bands that were together for 10, maybe 15 years. They shone better then any peroxide blonde with huge tits ever could. Women, and men alike, screamed how much they wanted their children. Proclaiming their love and idolization.

This broken city sky like butane on my skinstolen from my eyesHello Angel, tell me where are youTell me where we go from here

The song finished with a huge strum from Yami and what looked like an uncontrolled bang from Marik. Everyone screamed as Bakura smirked and Marik twirled his drumsticks. Yami though seemed to be looking for something, someone. His crimson eyes scanning the crowd.

“We’re gonna play another song for you fuckers,” Bakura said smirking at the crowd, while the fan girls at the front tried to grab him, “This song is not sung or written by me. So if you don’t like it fuck you. This is a song by who you all might know as the pharaoh.” Screams of ‘WE LOVE YOU YAMI.’ and ‘YAMI YOU ROCK.’ “So if you are having fun and you’re next to someone who isn’t, punch them in the fucking face.”

Yugi stopped screaming ‘fuck me Yami.’ Ryou turned to his friend who was staring at the stage, at Yami. Everyone screamed as Yami started singing acapellia but Yugi did not join them.

Where is your boy tonight?I hope he is a gentleman,and maybe he won’t find out what I know;you were the last good thing about this part of town

The guitar came in to life jut as Yami’s last line finished. Then in time came the drums and bass.

When I wake up, I’m willing to take my chances on the hope that I forget,that you hate him more than you notice, I wrote this for you, for you,so, you need him, I could be him, I could be an accident but I’m still tryingand that’s more than I can say for him

Yami’s eyes found Yugi. Yugi just continued to stare. Ryou looked from Yugi to Yami till the guitarist started swaying his hips in time with the beat. ‘Yami’s singing to Yugi.’ Ryou thought as he felt someone pull him backwards, away from his friend. He turned to see Malik grinned like the insane person he was.

“Having fun?”

“I was till you pulled me away.” Ryou said, “Why did you pull me away?”

“This is a Yami and Yugi moment. Not a Yami and Yugi with a little Ryou on the side.” Malik said pointing at the two who were unconsciously coping each others movements.

Ryou watched as one of Yugi’s hands slid up his chest and Yami faltered in a word of the song.

“Your right, we’ll just watch from here.”

Where is you boy tonight?I hope he is a gentleman,and maybe he wont find out what I know,you were the last good thing about this part of town

Yami started to grind his hips more savagely in thin air, as Yugi was felling up himself. He kept his hands on his guitar as his hips continued to twirl and thrush. Bakura and Marik didn’t even bother to pretend to look at the crowd and looked at there fellow band member. Bakura had his back to crowd staring at Yami with a look of complete and utter murderous intent.

someday I will appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you, but in the mean time I will support my brand new fashion, by waking up with pants on at four in the afternoon so, you need him, I could be him, I could be an accident but I’m still tryingand that’s more than I can say for him

Yugi still ran his hands across his chest and neck, looking at no one but Yami. Yami was gaining control over the situation and was making any sexual movement that didn’t need hands. Yugi was slipping he could feel his pants tightening and that wasn’t a good thing.

Where is you boy tonight?I hope he is a gentleman,and maybe he won’t find out what I know,you were the last good thing about this part of town

The song ended abruptly. Which Yami and Yugi were very glad for. Yami yanked the cable out of his guitar and stalked of stage while Yugi stormed through the crowd to the door and threw it open.

Yugi stood there outside the club breathing in the pollution and soot of his city. Why did he get so worked up? Even he didn’t know, he hated being angry and he had just got the most wound up he had been in years. Over something he should really be happy about. Yugi turned to see his two friends and Curse of Egypt coming out of the club. Malik was on Marik’s back laughing about something or another. Bakura was talking to Ryou who was nodding with a slight smile on his face then came Yami with two guitar cases.

“Need some help?” Yugi asked feeling kind of sorry for the man.

Yami sighed not even looking at him and passed him a case, “That’s Bakura’s bass, so please be careful with it.”

Yugi walked with the group, bass in hand as Bakura and Ryou laughed together like they had known each other for years. Malik and Marik were upfront, Marik shouting about how they were twins while Malik sucked on his neck.

“Yugi,” Yami said stopping and turning, “What do you think of me?”

Yugi was taken aback. Of all the things he thought Yami might say to him, that wasn’t one, “Ummm, I don’t know.”

“Well, I was wondering, are you free on Wednesday?”

“Nope, practise.”

“Friday?”

“Practise.&# 8221;

“Saturday?”

“Maybe, why?”

Yami blushed; Yugi had to stop himself from squealing. It just made the boy look so cute, “Would you go out with me?”

Now it was Yugi’s time to blush, ‘Say yes. Yes. It’s not hard just three letters. Y. E. S.’ “Sorry Yami, I can’t.” He walked to Bakura and thrush his bass at him before running as fast as he could down the street.

Yami smirked as the mask came off, ‘You’ve set me a challenge Yugi Motou, and I never lose. I will make you mine.’

To Be Continued…

Oh, Yami is so evil. I like it. Anyway, yeah for me I’m finished. I love me. Vengeance should be out soon. Review.

Oh and I know that got a little YamixYugi half way through and Ryou was a bit emo, but it had to be done, it was in my plan. Next chappie will have tender init…a lot.

Anyway…This has been edited and spelling and grammar checked, please tell me if there are any mistakes. Oh and Vengeance will be updated as soon as I can be bothered to edit the rest.