Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ High School Never Ends ❯ Miracle Of Egypt ( Chapter 6 )

I just realized Ryou was not in the last chapter, at all. So I need to bring him in this chapter. It should happen. I just realized how much puzzleshipping is taking over the tendershipping. I will not allow that to happen. On with the fic…

Disclaimer: Me no speak English, me not know this word ‘disclaimer.’

Warnings: Cussing.

High School Never Ends

By SetoKaiba’sShowGirl

Chapter 6: Miracle of Egypt

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!”

“I know that, I am the one that hit him.”

“YOU KNEW WE HAD THAT FUCKING GIG, SO YOU DID IT ON FUCKING PURPOSE.”

“Of course I knew we had the gig, I am the one who set it up. I didn’t do it on purpose, why would I hurt myself deliberately?”

“AND YOU CUT YOUR FUCKING HAIR,” He continued as if Yami hadn’t spoken, “EVERYONE KNOWS US BECAUSE OF OUR FUCKING HAIR!”

“I can do what I want with my own hair. Besides, I think it looks good.”

There was a collective nod from all accounted.

“IT DOESN’T MATTER, BECAUSE YOU SPRAINED YOUR WRIST! YOU PLAY THE FUCKING GUITAR!” Bakura calmed himself slightly, giving himself time to gulp down a mouthful of air.

They all sat in Yami’s apartment, only getting back form the hospital 20 minutes ago. They had gone straight to the emergency ward, where Yami had been poked and prodded, while Yugi had stood by him, looking both angry and on the verge of tears. Ryou and Malik had met everyone at the hospital, demanding to know what happened. Nothing was said, it was up to Yugi to tell them after all. Yami had left the hospital with a bandage strapped tightly around his right wrist, (His strumming hand.) and his hair cut. Yugi was more livid at Yami getting his hair cut then him actually having a fight with Kaiba. Yami didn’t have his red tips anymore, his hair now being cut and layered, longer at the bottom, shorter at the top. It ended in the middle of his neck, and didn’t do its usual bit of defying gravity. The rest thought it was eerie because even with his hair cut, he still resembled Yugi. It did look good though, his bangs sweeping across his right eye. They, then, went back to Yami’s place to have Bakura begin shouting. Bakura had never missed a gig, played at every single one. Now they might not be able to play, because you can’t play guitar with a sprained wrist.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT! NOW WE DON’T HAVE A GUITARIST AND THE GIG IS IN A FUCKING WEEK!” Bakura screamed standing right in front of Yami, like he had been doing for the past 20 minutes.

“We will find one. It’s not a big deal, Tomb-Robber.” Yami answered in a calm voice, staring straight into his eyes.

“IT IS A BIG FUCKING DEAL, BECAUSE…BECAUSE, YOU ARE THE FUCKING BEST. WE CAN ONLY HAVE THE FUCKING BEST.” Bakura seemed to have lost all strength now and slumped down on to the sofa, sitting himself beside Ryou. They had only been together for 4 days, only 4, but when Bakura was around him, he felt calm. All negative emotions evaporated.

Ryou and Bakura were at a English restaurant in town, enjoying a meal together, laughing and joking, until Bakura’s cell rang. Malik had shouted down the phone about Bakura getting his ass to Kaiba Manor. Confused he forced Malik to tell him the situation, and he got a screamed and rushed reply. “Yami is going to beat the shit out of Kaiba and get locked up. Or Yami is gonna get beat the shit out of and still get locked up.” Bakura had hightailed it out of there, Ryou close behind. Bakura had dropped Ryou at Malik’s, then gone speeding down the road, picking up Marik on the way, whom he saw running towards the estate. When they had arrived they saw Yugi and Yami talking. Yugi looking quite distressed, Yami looking quite livid and Kaiba kneeling on the floor, his face not portraying the pain he obviously felt. They had seen Yami go flying for the crumbled man, death in his eyes. Marik and Bakura had winced at the sound as Yami’s hand connected with the wall, but it didn’t seem to deter him, he just tried to punch him again. This Bakura couldn’t allow and stopped him before he did something really stupid, jumping out of the car. Now Curse of Egypt was down a guitarist and had a gig in a week. Things were not looking good.

Yami smirked from his seat next to Yugi. Well, not really next to, seeing as Yugi was basically in his lap. Since Yami had hurt his hand, Yugi wouldn’t leave his side, even when he did mundane tasks, like going to the bathroom. He did wait outside the door though. Yami was quite happy that Yugi kept following him; it showed something, something that Yami was quite happy with. It showed that Yugi worried about him, worried over a little fight, a little sprained wrist that barely hurt anymore. Yugi should be more worried about what Bakura would do, when he caught Yami.

“Well, we are fucked, aren’t we?” Marik said from his perch on the sofa.

“What do you mean babe?” Malik replied from his perch on Marik.

“We have no guitarist, a gig in a week and a pouting singer.”

“I am not pouting,” Bakura said a pout clearly on his features.

They sat back, not a sound in the air, trying to figure out a cure to their problems. Bakura was still pouting, Yami was brooding, Malik and Yugi were trying to think, Marik was grinning manically and Ryou thought he had a solution. He wanted to help his boyfriend and new friends. He classed everyone in the room as his friend, and wanted to do something, anything. But, could he really pull this off? He sincerely doubted it. He was coming out of his shell around his friends, but in front of so many people…

“Ryou?”

Ryou turned his head toward his boyfriend, smiling slightly, “Yes, Kura?”

Bakura smirked at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, “You have a guitar in your room.”

It wasn’t a question, but Ryou answered anyway, “Yeah, I do.”

“Do you play the guitar?”

Everyone leant forwards in their seats, each appraising him differently. Ryou leant back as everyone leant forward, he really didn’t like being closed in. He looked towards the man he was falling for, ignoring everyone else. Yes, Ryou knew he was falling, and fast. He had a nickname for him, thought about him all the time and it hurt to not be by his side. He had to help him. Who can you help, if not the people you love…?

“Yes, I play. Not very well mind you.”

Yugi got up from his seat (Half sofa, half Yami.) and walked out of the room. Everyone followed him with their eyes as he walked back in, Yami’s guitar in hand. He gave the instrument to Ryou before sitting on the stool that was in front of a drum kit. Everyone stared from Yugi to the guitar, then from the guitar to Ryou.

“Play.” Was all Yugi said.

Ryou flushed a hundred shades of red, “Now?”

“Now.” Everyone else said in unison.

Ryou placed the guitar on his knee and his hand on the fret board. He closed his eyes and exhaled. He would do this back in England. Sit in his room and play, he wasn’t an expert, but at least it was in tune. He picked up the plectrum and placed it on the strings, then froze before looking up again. Everyone was still staring at him intently, waiting.

“Guys?” Everyone nodded, “Can you turn around please?”

“You have got to be shitting me,” Marik exclaimed, “If you can’t play in front of us, how you going to play in front of all them people?”

“Just shut up and turn around,” Bakura said through gritted teeth, turning around and the same time.

Everyone did as they were told and Ryou exhaled again before strumming. He loved this song back home, and had learned how to play it by ear. It did sound much better with distortion and a better guitar. It also sounded much better with the steady drum beat in the background…

Every head in the room turned to Yugi. Who just continued to hit the kit in the steady beat. Ryou got up, walked to in front of the kit and continued to play. It sounded good, not great but good. That was until…

It all comes down to thisYou take your best shot, might missYou take it anywayYou're gonna make your move todayGot the will, you'll find the wayTo change the world somedayGrab this moment before it's goneToday's your day

Curse of Egypt turned to Malik who was sitting on the couch, eyes closed, singing the song that all the hikaris knew. The band looked to each other before Yami got up and placed a mike and mike stand in front of the other two boys. Marik smirked at Yami, who smirked back, getting the idea. He grabbed Malik and put him in front of the microphone, just as he was about to sing the next verse.

It's on (and on) it's on (and on) it's on (and on) today's your day so come on, bring it on(and on) it's on (and on) it's on (and on) today's your day so come on, bring it on

Yami, Bakura and Marik pulled up chairs and sat in front of the band, watching their own private performance. It sounded so right, Ryou and Yugi singing back-up in sync and harmony. They needed tweaking, yes, but if Curse of Egypt had the same idea, they might be able to pull this off…

And the view will never changeUnless you decide to change itDon't feel like it todayJust show up anywaysAnd though life will take you downIt only matters if you let itGet up, go through, press onToday's your day
It's on (and on) it's on (and on) it's on (and on) today's your day so come on, bring it on(and on) it's on (and on) it's on (and on) today's your day so come on, bring it on

Yami stood up, breaking the spell that had encased the hikaris. They stopped in unison. Malik stopped signing, Yugi stopped hitting and Ryou stopped strumming, all blushing furiously. Marik stood up and wrapped his arms around his koi.

“I didn’t know you could sing that well. I knew you could sing, but that was something else.”

Yami and Bakura nodded, agreeing with the drummer. They were shocked that the hikaris knew how to play instruments, but stranger things had happened. I mean, three sets of twins, who didn’t know each other, ended up in the same town. Same school, same age, and two sets were in a relationship. Learning that they knew how to play, wasn’t that weird.

“You three play well together,” Yami turned to Bakura before continuing, “Do you think this could work?”

Bakura nodded, “But they do need a bassist.”

All three hikaris looking to each other, they couldn’t be thinking what they thought…

“We can’t do it!” Malik practically screamed, “We aren’t that good, and with only a week. Plus I can’t play bass and sing. I’m not Bakura.”

“We weren’t saying you are, babe,” Marik said, his arms still around Malik’s waist, “We just need you to sing. Please, for me?”

Malik knew his was going to give in, so he might as well give in now… “Okay, I’ll do it, if those two do.”

Yami and Bakura instantly turned too their counterparts. Yami stood behind Yugi, while he was sitting on the stool, he got on his knees and wrapped his arms around his waist. Bakura did the same to Ryou, only he stood up, and pressed Ryou firmly against his chest. Hugging the two blushing males and nuzzling the side of their necks, they said in unison, “Please, for me?”

Yugi looked at Ryou, who looked at him. Both mentally asked the other if they should do it. Only knowing Malik and Yugi for a week, Ryou felt a strong connection to the two. He felt like he had known them for years, and could already know what they were thinking, just from a look and gesture. The concert, if they did it, would be fun because that is what Curse of Egypt wanted them to do. Play in there place, in front of so many people.

“Do you really think we could do it?” Ryou asked Bakura, looking at him from over his shoulder.

“Fuck yeah,” Bakura said, squeezing Ryou a little to further prove his point. “I wouldn’t have said it, if I didn’t think so. All you need is a bass player, and if worst comes to worst, I’ll do it.”

Yugi looked over his shoulder at Yami, silently asking the same question. Yugi got a smile and a kiss on the check as a response. Yugi looked back at Ryou, slightly blushing, asking if he was going to do it.

“Okay,” Ryou took a deep breath, “I’m in.”

Everyone looked towards Yugi. “I’m in too, and I have the perfect person for our bassist.”

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The week of intense training began, and Ryou was not a happy snow bunny. True, the practise was going well. He was learning lots from Yami; how to stand, strumming techniques, the whole lot. Yugi seemed to be getting better every time he played. Marik teaching him everything he knew. It was who Bakura was teaching that was the problem. Joey Wheeler, the goalkeeper of the Domino Diamonds and one of Bakura’s conquests. Ryou was seething. Joey was an ok guy, a bit dim and loud, but ok in the whole, but not to Ryou. Ryou, on the outside, seemed to get on with the blonde quite well, inside was a whole different matter. Bakura was teaching Joey everything he could teach him in a week, and Joey was good, getting better every day. It was the close proximity they were working in that made Ryou want to scream. So close that they were touching most of the time, seeing as the bass had to be put on his lap. Every time he saw them it made him boil with rage, because Bakura was his, no one else’s. It didn’t matter if he had slept with Joey already, he didn’t love Joey, he was just flesh, and it made Ryou feel slightly better, but there was still that nagging voice in the back of his head telling him that Bakura wanted Joey, not him. He wanted flesh, not emotions, wanted lust, not love.

“Ryou, pay attention.”

Ryou shock his head slightly as Yami started explaining power chords again. He had to listen. They had their practise today. The one where they would play for the yamis, without the yamis help, and Ryou had never been so scared. Number 1, it was one of their own songs, one Bakura and Yami had written together. What if they fucked it up? Number 2, He would have to do this in 3 days, in front of only Ra knows how many people. It was making him sick. And turning to Malik, who was at the present time getting coached by Bakura, (This made Ryou quite happy. He knew Malik wasn’t a threat, so it didn’t matter. It was strictly to train Malik’s voice.) and Yugi who was still getting taught by Marik, he saw how green they looked. They were feeling just as sick as him. He looked to Joey, who didn’t seem nervous at all. Joey was always very confident, maybe that’s why Bakura had liked him. Ryou shook his head as those thoughts entered. Bakura had not liked Joey; he had only wanted him for sex, only for physical pleasures. He had held no emotion for the boy, just lust. Ryou exhaled, playing the chord Yami told him to. He had to calm down. Bakura was only teaching him because if Joey looked bad, he looked bad, nothing more.

“Okay Ryou, I think you’ve got it now. How about we play the whole song? I will go get Joey to play with you, make sure you’ve both got the right timing.”

Yami got up from the couch he was teaching Ryou on to go speak to the blonde. Yami could see the affect Joey was having on Ryou, and it wasn’t a good one. Ryou was very jealous, for an innocent one. He hated Joey, because Joey had been with Bakura. Joey had had Bakura before he had even shown up. Yami took a deep breath, walking towards the other side of the room, towards Joey.

“Joey?”

Joey looked up from his learning, looking towards the guitarist. “Yeah, Yami?”

“Would you mind playing with Ryou for a bit? It’s just to make sure the two of you have got the right timing, a bit of practise for both of you.”

“Sure, no problem.”

Joey got up from the chair, walking over to the sofa. He smiled at Ryou, who smiled back. They started to talk while they waited for Yami to come back over to them, telling them what to do.

“Joey’s affecting Ryou.”

Bakura didn’t look shocked at all that Yami knew he was there. He just let out a deep sigh from behind Yami, “I know.”

Yami turned to his friend and fellow band member. Malik had walked over to Ryou and Joey instantly joining in their conversation. “He’s very insecure, isn’t he?”

“Well, with a man-whore like me as a boyfriend, wouldn’t you be?” A smirk spread across his face, before he added, “Oh yeah, you were.”

“I wasn’t that insecure,” Yami replied glaring at the male. “And you’re not a man-whore.” He added as an afterthought.

“Yes I am, and you know it. I slept with everything that would stay still long enough. I am a slut, end of story. I did it to you and countless others, why should Ryou know he’s different.”

Yami looked steadily at the other male. He remembered it like it was yesterday. Both 16, both very sexually adventurous, both attracted to each other. Perfect match, you would think? Wrong. They started dating, and cheated on each other within a month. Notches on bedposts were of little value to either of them, so a quick fuck was always accessible. They broke up quickly, but remained friends. Then, they had done what they did best, they wrote a song about it. The song the hikaris (Plus Joey.) were going to play tonight. “Ryou doesn’t know he’s special, because you haven’t told him he is.”

Bakura sighed again, “I can’t be dealing with this emotional bullshit. It’s for people like Oprah fucking Winfrey. Not me. Why the fuck did I have to fall in l…”

Silence greeted the two as Bakura realised what he said. Realising it was perfectly true. Realising his heart that had become chained up wasn’t chained any longer. That someone had the key, someone sitting 15 feet away, with a guitar on his lap.

“I wondered when you were going to realise.”

Bakura turned to the guitarist, who was smirking slightly, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Bakura knew what he was talking about, and usually he would have flared up, but he just couldn’t. He needed to think. He had just let it slip, but it felt so right to say it. To say he had fallen for Ryou, fallen head over heels or back over bass. He really needed to think.

“I need to think,” He told Yami before walking to the door and leaving the house, not a word said to anybody.

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Bakura didn’t know how long he had been there, but he had ended up in the very centre of Domino Park. He sat on the grass, crossed legged, a half finished cigarette hanging from his mouth. He didn’t know when he had fallen in love with Ryou, but he knew he had. No one had ever made him fell like Ryou did. Around Ryou, he couldn’t get angry or hate anything, he couldn’t even smoke. This was the first fag he had in a week. He had found the half finished box of smokes in his jacket pocket and lit one up instantly. He wondered what Ryou would say if he knew. There was so much Ryou didn’t know about him, but Bakura couldn’t make himself care. He didn’t care if Ryou knew of all his conquests, his habits, his hatred. Ryou was Bakura’s world. From when he walked in to homeroom, nervously jittering, Bakura had wanted Ryou. When Ryou had hit him, Bakura had wanted him. When Ryou had shouted at him in the restaurant, Bakura had wanted him. Their first kiss and the many kisses after, Bakura had wanted him. He didn’t want his body or his mind; he wanted him, only him. He wanted Ryou for himself and only for himself. Bakura closed his eyes, exhaling a puff of smoke. Ryou was everything. Ryou was a god and a devil, a mouse and an elephant, and Bakura loved everything. From the way his eyebrows would scrunch up when he was confused, to the way his tongue would poke out slightly when he was concentrating. Bakura laughed quietly at the way he would blush when embarrassed. He should be worrying, should be panicking. He had only known Ryou for a week, yet he already loved him and he knew deep down the he would never stop loving him. This wasn’t a little love you are suppose to have in high school, Bakura had found his soul mate, his hikari, the yin to his yang. And he was never going to let him go. If Ryou didn’t love him back, he would die. He wouldn’t die, but his heart would stop beating. He threw the now finished cigarette to the side and stood up, looking at the now dark sky. He smiled; he had always loved the night-time. He remembered when he was younger, how he and his sister, Raine, had sat on the hill at the back of his house. Laying on their backs and trying to pick out the constellations. Bakura laughed at the memories, He had only been ten then, his sister seven. His mother would come out and tell them that it was time for bed, but always ended up lying next to them staring up at the same stars. Then his mum had died and the star gazing had stopped. He had only been twelve, and his mother had been run down, instantly killed. Bakura lit another cigarette and blinked as he stopped the tears from accumulating. He could not go through that again. An image of Ryou flashed in his mind and the pain was gone, he could never feel pain by any other, then by Ryou‘s hand. He turned around to begin his walk back to Yami’s apartment, a wistful smile on his face. He had to go see his miracle play a guitar.

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Yami sat at the table, pen in hand, faithful notebook on the table in front of him. He looked anywhere but at it though. Yugi was sitting on the sofa in the centre of the room, mindlessly twirling a drum stick in his hand as he talked to the rest of his band. It was a mesmerising sight for the guitarist, but he forced himself to close his eyes from the sight. Never, had a male (Or female,) ever captured his attention like Yugi Motou. He wanted to see Yugi wake up, he wanted to see him go to sleep. He wanted to meet Yugi’s family, have Yugi meet his own. He wanted…he wanted…everything. He wanted all that made up Yugi, from his purple tipped hair to his cute little toes. He wanted to hold him close, wanted to kiss those lips. He smiled as he heard Yugi laugh gleefully, true music to Yami’s ears. He, unlike Bakura, knew he loved the slighter male. He would protect him with his life, would die if Yugi wanted him too. He loved Yugi with his soul, not just his heart. He needed Yugi like he needed oxygen. Without him, he would die, and if he didn’t, he would slit his wrists. He wished Kaiba had never done what he did. Not just for his precious aibou, but for himself. He needed his aibou. He wanted him so much, it hurt, but it could never be. Yugi was still hurting, still recovering, so Yami needed to wait, needed Yugi to come to him when the time was right, and that wasn’t right now. Yami sighed, he knew he could wait, it would hurt, but he could, and would. He would wait this lifetime and the next for his tenshi. He sat up straight as he remembered when he had first saw Yugi, it was so long ago, but now he remembered it.

Flashback

It was Yami’s first day at his new school, and he was lost. He was walking around the deserted hallways, not having any idea where he was going. He stopped and looked at his surroundings.

“When had the corridors become blue?”

“Since you entered the art department.”

Spinning around, he collided with a…Middle-school student. He was straddling the boy’s waist and was looking down into the most beautiful pair of amethyst eyes he had ever seen. Not that he had seen anyone with purple eyes before…

“Could you get off me, please?”

Yami stumbled quickly off the child, reaching a hand down to help the smaller boy up, “Sorry.”

The younger took the offered hand and got up, brushing himself off. “No problem, but you seem to be a bit lost. Where do you need to go?”

Yami watched the beautiful youth’s face curve into a smile, asking him if he needed help. He should say something witty, something awe-inspiring… He had to say something. “You have the most beautiful eyes.” He blanched as he realised what had come out of his mouth. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID!’

“Thanks,” The boy replied with a small chuckle, but Yami still saw the slight blush on face, “Next you’re going to say you love me.”

“I love you.” Yami replied instantly, somehow knowing it was true

“That’s a bit quick, seeing as you don’t even know my name. But anyway, I’m Yugi Motou and you seem to be in need of some assistance. Where do you need to go?”

“Music, room 157.”

End Flashback

Yami smiled, was he really like that? He stopped himself from laughing outright. He had walked past the child several times after that, and had done nothing, not even smiled. He wondered what would have happened if he had asked Yugi out then? Would Yami have been the one to take Yugi’s virginity? Yami knew if he had, he would have treasured it like the gift it was, not thrown it in his face, not like Kaiba. Would Yugi of taken Yami’s? He knew he would have given it to Yugi, and would have never regretted it. He looked towards the youth again; he really did have beautiful eyes, perfect to Yami, perfect in every way. He looked away, up at the clock. 9:30. It was getting late and if Bakura didn’t hurry up and get back, they would have to postpone until tomorrow, which wasn’t a good idea. The stand in band was suppose to play a different song tomorrow so that Curse of Egypt could figure out what songs best suited the hikaris. They had played a song every night, but the yamis had sat in the kitchen while they played. Ryou’s stage fright was getting better every day, so tonight they were going to watch, right in front of them. But if Bakura didn’t turn up soon, they would have to do it tomorrow, and that would fuck up their plan. He looked down at his notebook, picking up his pen, but only one word come to mind, Yugi.

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Bakura walked into Yami’s apartment to see Ryou putting Yami’s guitar back in the case, Malik pulling the wires that connect the mike to the amp out, and Yugi helping with general clean up, putting soda cans in the bin and so on.

“Don’t say I’ve missed it?”

Everyone looked up and Ryou went running over, jumping up in to Bakura’s arms, unashamed. “Where have you been?”

Bakura smiled at the boy in his arms, “Just for a walk, ko…Ryou. I just needed to think.”

Ryou tilted his head to the side slightly, “About what?”

Bakura’s smile didn’t fade. This was what he loved; this was all he needed, right here in his arms. “You, it’s fine tenshi, really.”

Ryou smiled again, a slight blush hinted on his cheeks, “Okay, well you never missed it, we postponed till tomorrow seeing as you weren’t here.”

Bakura’s smile turned into a smirk, “Well we can’t have that. Take all of that stuff back out. I need to hear Miracle of Egypt play.”

To Be Continued…

Ok, it is done. Everything from my plan that needed to be there was. Not a lot of interesting stuff happened but anyway…Review people.