Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ In Your Eyes ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )
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By: cassie_k 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.01.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 306 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.01.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 306 | Status: Completed
Summary: After hearing an insult directed towards the wild-haired yami and defending him, Ryou’s feelings for Marik escalate to love.
In Your Eyes
By: cassie_k
Chapter Five
Life is beautiful. It’s simple as that, frankly. And it’s all because of Marik. We haven’t even been together for a week but already he’s changed me in so many ways. I spent an hour talking to him on the phone yesterday, which was Sunday, and here I am now, sitting in my biology class, dreaming of him. My teacher has already embarrassed me in front of the rest of the students, telling me to either wake up or leave. I should have just left because there is no way that I can get any work done if Marik is on my mind. It’s a quarter to twelve; approximately ten minutes until lunch. I’ll find some way to survive through another session of listening to Yugi and the others talk to me about how much they worry. I’ve said that I appreciate them, and I do, but this is getting old. They’re all too afraid of Marik and Bakura to actually *try* to “save” me, but just because of that, I hope that the two yamis stay as frightening as ever. They’ve become one hell of a repellent.
The bell finally rings and I’m the first to leave the classroom. But it doesn’t matter what I say or do, for wherever I go, there’s Yugi. And Anzu. And Otogi. And Honda. And Jounouchi. . .
Pulling three dollars out of my pocket, I’m happy to see that I have just enough to buy something to eat and drink. The thought of purchasing a Pepsi returns to me, and my head is once again filled with thoughts of Marik. I don’t have much time to day-dream as Yugi and the others approach me, all bearing wide smiles. “Hey guys,” I chirp, pretending to be more excited to see them than I actually am.
“What’s up, Ryou?” Jou asks, leaning against a wall of lockers.
“Nothing really. How’re all of you?”
“We’re fine,” Yugi replies. “Hey, would you be interested in coming over my house this Friday? Unless you have plans with. . .someone else.” Yugi subtlely winks at me, smiling. He really is a sweet boy.
But, unfortunately, I don’t have anything scheduled this coming weekend. I’m not cruel enough to tell them that I’m busy when I’m actually not, so I slowly nod my head. “I wouldn’t mind. What’s the occasion?”
“Well, we were just getting together. It wouldn’t feel right if you didn’t come,” he says, nearly glowing with happiness because of my acceptance. “We’re just gonna watch movies, probably play a few games. You could spend the night if you want, but that’s up to you.”
“We’ll see,” I vaguely say.
“Sit with us in the cafeteria,” Anzu insists, pulling me along as we enter the lunchroom. I stand in line, buy my food and take my seat between Honda and Yugi. Jou sits across from me and Otogi is next to him, and Anzu takes her place at the end of the table. Seto suddenly appears out of nowhere, walking right past our table and insulting Jou, who stands, itching for a fight, and chases after him. Of course this is entertaining, and we watch together as Jou is verbally and physically beaten. He returns to us with a half smile, claiming that he’ll win the next time around. I do miss times like these, but things have changed. *They’ve* changed, and so have I. I just can’t find a reason to be with them anymore.
After lunch, I attend my final class of the day, algebra. It’s also my best subject, but I’m still very distracted. While dozing off, I had the strangest feeling that something--or someone--was telling me to look into the hallway. I glanced at the door, which is right next to me, where I found Marik standing at the other side of the hall. He’s still there, smirking and mouthing the words “let’s go” over and over again. My jaw unhinges itself, for I have never snuck out of school before! Despite the fact that we only have ten minutes of class left, he’s asking me to do something that can get me into serious trouble! *Why* is he even here, anyway? Maybe Bakura has some answers. /Yami?/
//Hey, Ryou. Need something?//
/Yes, I need to know why Marik is standing outside of my classroom and asking me to ditch my algebra lessons./
//He’s *what*?//
/Did you put him up to this?/
//Naw. I’ve been sleepin’ all day. You should go with him. Whatever he has in mind should be fun.//
/Bakura, this isn’t right!/
//Yeah, but you’re such an over-achiever that the teacher won’t even notice.//
/He’ll notice if his best student is missing. But. . .it doesn’t sound like it will hurt that much./
//All right, you two *lovebirds* have a good time, then. . .// he snickers, ending our chit-chat. I frown, shaking my head with disbelief. But Marik is still there, awaiting my answer. I gather my things and raise my hand, a kind smile upon my face.
“Yes, Ryou, what is it?” my teacher, Mr. Brickman, asks.
“I apologize, but I forgot a note from home, and I have a doctor’s appointment in twenty minutes. I really need to leave. Would you mind if I just left now and showed you a note tomorrow?”
“Of course not, you go on ahead. But please make sure to study. This test won’t be easy.”
“Yes, Mr. Brickman.” I nod and quietly rush out of the room, meeting Marik in the main lobby. Throwing my bookbag over my shoulder, I follow him into the parking lot. “Where’s your bike?” I ask, searching for the ever so powerful motorcycle.
“You’re starting to like that thing, aren’t you? It’s at home. Malik wanted it today.” We leave the lot and cross the street. “But we’re going back to your house right now.”
I pause, a bit angered with this new information. “You made me lie to my favorite teacher to take me home?” I growl, my eyes flashing. “Couldn’t you have waited *ten* more minutes!?”
“Well, Bakura and I thought it would be nice if we could take you and Malik out to dinner tonight. He made reservations at some fancy place. I thought that you’d want a lot of time to get ready.” I can’t believe it. He’s right. And although Malik and Bakura have to go with, tonight will be all about the two of us. The past few days have been so much more than I could have ever imagined, and Marik is slowly becoming a dream-come-true. “You all right?”
“. . .hm?”
“You got pretty quiet all the sudden. Pissed at me?”
“No, not at all. This is just. . .very kind of you,” I breathlessly say.
“Yeah, well, we all know how nice of a guy I am.” He smiles at me, pulling me closer to him as we walk down the street. My home isn’t very far from the school, so we arrive in less than fifteen minutes. The bike is parked--and thankfully, silent--in the drive. Malik and Bakura are talking with one another next to it, both seeming to be happy to see us.
“Hey there, kiddies,” Bakura says. “Ryou, get your fat ass in the house and get ready. You’re like a chick with this stuff.”
“Honestly, Bakura, go to hell.” I advance towards my home with Malik right behind me. He looks very nice right now, which makes me a bit uncomfortable as he thrusts an arm around me.
“Haven’t seen you in a while,” he says as we enter through the door. He pauses, and because of my curiousity, I stop as well. “I don’t know what you did, but Marik hasn’t been acting like himself.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I question.
Malik laughs and says, “No. I just thought you’d like to know that you’re really helping him out.”
“Well, that’s great to hear.” He has no clue as to how much he brightened my day. To hear that Marik is just as happy as I am has the ability to pull me out of any wretched mood. “I should go get dressed.”
“All right, I’ll be outside.” I watch as he leaves the house before hurrying up the steps, my heart nearly bursting out of my chest. But before that happens, I suppose I should prepare myself for a wonderful time tonight.
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Well, after spending two hours matching clothing and another changing into different outfits every five minutes, I finally found something that would make sure that Marik would be focused on me the entire time. And he was surprised once he saw me, I might add. Now, as I fearfully clutch my seatbelt (Bakura’s driving) while in the backseat of my Jeep, I can feel him looking at me. Smiling, I turn to him with the intention of complimenting the way he looks as well, which is just plain stunning, as usual. “Staring problem?” I tease.
“You. . .look really good,” he admits, gulping.
“Thank you. You do, too.”
“Yeah, but wasn’t that expected?” he jokingly asks. I playfully tap his shoulder.
“RYOU!” Bakura suddenly screams. “HOW DO I FUCKING MOVE THIS THING!?”
“Turn the wheel. . .left! No, right! Wait, yeah, go right!” Malik yells. With wide eyes, I feel the blood leaving my face, which is already pale enough. Marik panicks and jumps forward, taking the steering wheel and trying his best to figure it out. We’re probably moving in the wrong gear. . .*sigh*. . .This is the first near-death experience I’ve undergone in a while, honestly, but somehow, the three of them managed to refrain from injuring--or killing--anyone, including ourselves, but now I must sit through the great pain of allowing Bakura to parallel park outside of the resturant.
“Bakura, please do not wreck my car,” I ask, and I am serious. Knowing my yami, he’d do it just for the hell of it. And I really don’t feel like getting sued, so if he just happens to strike someone else’s car, I’m going to lock myself in my soul room until the lawsuit is filed and done with. I close my eyes and hold my breath, half smiling as Malik giggles. Marik and Bakura put their heads together, possibly forming the intelligence of one modern person as they actually park the car without hitting anything.
“Thank the gods. . .” Malik sighs.
“Driving really blows,” Bakura remarks. He gets out of the car and escorts Malik into the resturant before Marik and me, but I don’t mind that they’ve decided not to wait for us. Marik takes my hand and leads me through the door, where we find our counterparts at a table for four.
“How on Earth did you two find the money to pay for this?” Malik asks the spirits.
“Eh. . .we found a way,” Bakura answers, glancing at Marik, who just shrugs with a smart-alec smirk.
“Oh, Bakura, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. Today in school, while I was talking to you, you said that you didn’t know why Marik wanted me to leave early. . .Why is that?”
“Well, I wasn’t lying! I just thought you guys were gonna go bang each other somewhere.”
“Fair enough,” Marik says, his voice lined with laughter. And the rest of our dinner is this way. Malik and Bakura bicker while Marik and I desperately try to have a decent conversation without my yami or his hikari interrupting us. We don’t mind, though, for we haven’t had a nice night out with them in such a long time. In fact, this might be the first time we’ve dined together ever since I’ve known the Ishtars. Not much has changed, I’ll have you know. Malik is still as talkative as ever and insults are mainly what can be heard from Bakura, but that isn’t much of a surprise, is it?
Our food has finally arrived, and I watch with disgust as Marik digs into what he was given. With a mouth full of food, he looks at me and smiles as if he’s behaving that way that a proper gentleman should. I just think it’s quite funny that I still find him attractive, though. We finish our meals and pay the exact amount of what we owe before hopping back into the car. I defeated Bakura and made it to the Jeep before he did, so I get to drive. I turn my head towards him to see him pouting. “At least we’ll make it back home *alive*, Bakura.”
“You’re such a slow driver, Ryou,” he mumbles.
“No, I’m careful. And what do you mean by that!? You can’t even drive correctly!” I exclaim.
“All right, children, let’s go,” Malik says as he rests his head upon Bakura’s shoulder. My yami draws the two of them closer together and I roll my eyes.
Two minutes later, the sound of Malik and Bakura’s lips smacking against one another is all that I can hear. “That’s disgusting,” I say to Marik, who looks back at them and laughs.
“I think they’re sucking the air from each other’s lungs,” he comments.
“. . .I want to thank you for dinner. You didn’t need to--”
“I know I didn’t need to, but Bakura wanted to impress Malik. And. . .”
“You wanted to impress me, didn’t you?” I ask, catching a glimpse of his blushing face. “Well, I’m *very* impressed, by the way.”
“That’s good to know although I wasn’t doing this for you,” he sarcastically claims. “I just wanted some good food tonight. You were actually the last thing on my mind throughout the entire evening.”
“I’m sure,” I laugh. And the strangest thing happens. Haven’t you ever experienced that feeling of weightlessness? It’s almost as if I’ve swallowed a boat-load of butterflies, and they’re attacking my stomach at this very moment. Sure, I’ve felt this way before, on a roller coaster ride. But now, I feel it just as easily as I can feel the steering wheel beneath my fingertips. Maybe. . .Marik is the source? It’s very possible. I look at him again, and the feeling intensifies, nearly forcing me to stop the car. I guess that now isn’t the time to think about it, so I’ll just concentrate on getting home.
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I had forgotten about the promise I made to Yugi by Wednesday, but Jou reminded me the next day, giving me further information, and here I am as of this very moment, sitting on the living room couch of the Motou household. The television screen is dominated by a violent video game played between Honda and Otogi, and the rest of us sit with one another, occupying ourselves with mindless gossip. Mai and Anzu speak badly of the more popular girls at school without guilt, which makes me a bit uncomfortable. I’ve never been a fan of talking behind others’ backs, but apparently, these two have the potential to start a fanclub. Yugi sits beside me, aware of my boredom. He taps me on the shoulder and whispers, “Can I talk to you for a second? In the kitchen?” I blink for a moment, unsure of how to respond. A slow nod of my head gives him enough amunition to take me by the arm and lead me into isolation.
“What is it that you’d like to talk about?” I ask, leaning against the counter.
“You and Marik are together, right?” he bluntly asks.
This surprises me, for he doesn’t begin lecturing me at all. He simply stands with his head cocked to one side, grinning. “Well, yes, we are,” I proudly state.
“Well? Tell me about him! I’m so excited for you! Please, Ryou, tell me!” he begs, clinging to me. With a light blush decorating my face, I open my mouth to say that I’m not sure what he wants to hear. But my words are destroyed as a familiar voice comments,
“You and that *freak*!?” Yugi and I turn our attention to Jounouchi, who stands in the doorway of the kitchen. “You gotta be kiddin’ me!” He whirls around and races into the living room, leaving me with the utmost shock of what has just occured.
Yugi runs after him, and I closely follow, my heart sinking by the minute. I can only imagine what’s headed my way. . .Anyway, upon entering the room filled with Yugi’s friends, they each stare at me with wide eyes and opened mouths.
“Ryou, did he force you into this?” Anzu asks, walking in my direction.
“No! He--”
“He’s a god damn freak, that’s what he is,” Otogi carelessly remarks.
“Seriously, Ryou, stay the hell away from him. All he wants is someone to screw,” Honda says.
I am much too angered and shocked to speak, so I briskly walk to the coat-hanger and grab my jacket. I wordlessly open the front door and step into the chilly fall day, my mind set to one thing and one thing only: finding Marik. And being with him. And holding him, and allowing him to hold me. I’ll tell him over and over again how much he means to me, and I will never want to let him go because I lo--
I love him.
And as Yugi’s desperate pleas for me to stay are clearly heard, I ignore them. Marik is my top priority as of this very second, and he will remain my top priority for the rest of my days. No one’s ever felt the way I feel for him, and no one ever will. So I skip towards his front door, a shy smile gracing my face as he greets me with a gentle kiss, his eyes beautifully resembling care and safety. He leads me into the home that I simply don’t have the strength to leave, and I wouldn’t care if we died here as we lie together on his living room floor, entwining hands and hearts.
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A/N: I like the way this chapter turned out, but I’m not sure if I should continue the story or not. Should I end it here? Please tell me what to do because this story would be *nothing* without you guys! Thanks.
In Your Eyes
By: cassie_k
Chapter Five
Life is beautiful. It’s simple as that, frankly. And it’s all because of Marik. We haven’t even been together for a week but already he’s changed me in so many ways. I spent an hour talking to him on the phone yesterday, which was Sunday, and here I am now, sitting in my biology class, dreaming of him. My teacher has already embarrassed me in front of the rest of the students, telling me to either wake up or leave. I should have just left because there is no way that I can get any work done if Marik is on my mind. It’s a quarter to twelve; approximately ten minutes until lunch. I’ll find some way to survive through another session of listening to Yugi and the others talk to me about how much they worry. I’ve said that I appreciate them, and I do, but this is getting old. They’re all too afraid of Marik and Bakura to actually *try* to “save” me, but just because of that, I hope that the two yamis stay as frightening as ever. They’ve become one hell of a repellent.
The bell finally rings and I’m the first to leave the classroom. But it doesn’t matter what I say or do, for wherever I go, there’s Yugi. And Anzu. And Otogi. And Honda. And Jounouchi. . .
Pulling three dollars out of my pocket, I’m happy to see that I have just enough to buy something to eat and drink. The thought of purchasing a Pepsi returns to me, and my head is once again filled with thoughts of Marik. I don’t have much time to day-dream as Yugi and the others approach me, all bearing wide smiles. “Hey guys,” I chirp, pretending to be more excited to see them than I actually am.
“What’s up, Ryou?” Jou asks, leaning against a wall of lockers.
“Nothing really. How’re all of you?”
“We’re fine,” Yugi replies. “Hey, would you be interested in coming over my house this Friday? Unless you have plans with. . .someone else.” Yugi subtlely winks at me, smiling. He really is a sweet boy.
But, unfortunately, I don’t have anything scheduled this coming weekend. I’m not cruel enough to tell them that I’m busy when I’m actually not, so I slowly nod my head. “I wouldn’t mind. What’s the occasion?”
“Well, we were just getting together. It wouldn’t feel right if you didn’t come,” he says, nearly glowing with happiness because of my acceptance. “We’re just gonna watch movies, probably play a few games. You could spend the night if you want, but that’s up to you.”
“We’ll see,” I vaguely say.
“Sit with us in the cafeteria,” Anzu insists, pulling me along as we enter the lunchroom. I stand in line, buy my food and take my seat between Honda and Yugi. Jou sits across from me and Otogi is next to him, and Anzu takes her place at the end of the table. Seto suddenly appears out of nowhere, walking right past our table and insulting Jou, who stands, itching for a fight, and chases after him. Of course this is entertaining, and we watch together as Jou is verbally and physically beaten. He returns to us with a half smile, claiming that he’ll win the next time around. I do miss times like these, but things have changed. *They’ve* changed, and so have I. I just can’t find a reason to be with them anymore.
After lunch, I attend my final class of the day, algebra. It’s also my best subject, but I’m still very distracted. While dozing off, I had the strangest feeling that something--or someone--was telling me to look into the hallway. I glanced at the door, which is right next to me, where I found Marik standing at the other side of the hall. He’s still there, smirking and mouthing the words “let’s go” over and over again. My jaw unhinges itself, for I have never snuck out of school before! Despite the fact that we only have ten minutes of class left, he’s asking me to do something that can get me into serious trouble! *Why* is he even here, anyway? Maybe Bakura has some answers. /Yami?/
//Hey, Ryou. Need something?//
/Yes, I need to know why Marik is standing outside of my classroom and asking me to ditch my algebra lessons./
//He’s *what*?//
/Did you put him up to this?/
//Naw. I’ve been sleepin’ all day. You should go with him. Whatever he has in mind should be fun.//
/Bakura, this isn’t right!/
//Yeah, but you’re such an over-achiever that the teacher won’t even notice.//
/He’ll notice if his best student is missing. But. . .it doesn’t sound like it will hurt that much./
//All right, you two *lovebirds* have a good time, then. . .// he snickers, ending our chit-chat. I frown, shaking my head with disbelief. But Marik is still there, awaiting my answer. I gather my things and raise my hand, a kind smile upon my face.
“Yes, Ryou, what is it?” my teacher, Mr. Brickman, asks.
“I apologize, but I forgot a note from home, and I have a doctor’s appointment in twenty minutes. I really need to leave. Would you mind if I just left now and showed you a note tomorrow?”
“Of course not, you go on ahead. But please make sure to study. This test won’t be easy.”
“Yes, Mr. Brickman.” I nod and quietly rush out of the room, meeting Marik in the main lobby. Throwing my bookbag over my shoulder, I follow him into the parking lot. “Where’s your bike?” I ask, searching for the ever so powerful motorcycle.
“You’re starting to like that thing, aren’t you? It’s at home. Malik wanted it today.” We leave the lot and cross the street. “But we’re going back to your house right now.”
I pause, a bit angered with this new information. “You made me lie to my favorite teacher to take me home?” I growl, my eyes flashing. “Couldn’t you have waited *ten* more minutes!?”
“Well, Bakura and I thought it would be nice if we could take you and Malik out to dinner tonight. He made reservations at some fancy place. I thought that you’d want a lot of time to get ready.” I can’t believe it. He’s right. And although Malik and Bakura have to go with, tonight will be all about the two of us. The past few days have been so much more than I could have ever imagined, and Marik is slowly becoming a dream-come-true. “You all right?”
“. . .hm?”
“You got pretty quiet all the sudden. Pissed at me?”
“No, not at all. This is just. . .very kind of you,” I breathlessly say.
“Yeah, well, we all know how nice of a guy I am.” He smiles at me, pulling me closer to him as we walk down the street. My home isn’t very far from the school, so we arrive in less than fifteen minutes. The bike is parked--and thankfully, silent--in the drive. Malik and Bakura are talking with one another next to it, both seeming to be happy to see us.
“Hey there, kiddies,” Bakura says. “Ryou, get your fat ass in the house and get ready. You’re like a chick with this stuff.”
“Honestly, Bakura, go to hell.” I advance towards my home with Malik right behind me. He looks very nice right now, which makes me a bit uncomfortable as he thrusts an arm around me.
“Haven’t seen you in a while,” he says as we enter through the door. He pauses, and because of my curiousity, I stop as well. “I don’t know what you did, but Marik hasn’t been acting like himself.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I question.
Malik laughs and says, “No. I just thought you’d like to know that you’re really helping him out.”
“Well, that’s great to hear.” He has no clue as to how much he brightened my day. To hear that Marik is just as happy as I am has the ability to pull me out of any wretched mood. “I should go get dressed.”
“All right, I’ll be outside.” I watch as he leaves the house before hurrying up the steps, my heart nearly bursting out of my chest. But before that happens, I suppose I should prepare myself for a wonderful time tonight.
_____
Well, after spending two hours matching clothing and another changing into different outfits every five minutes, I finally found something that would make sure that Marik would be focused on me the entire time. And he was surprised once he saw me, I might add. Now, as I fearfully clutch my seatbelt (Bakura’s driving) while in the backseat of my Jeep, I can feel him looking at me. Smiling, I turn to him with the intention of complimenting the way he looks as well, which is just plain stunning, as usual. “Staring problem?” I tease.
“You. . .look really good,” he admits, gulping.
“Thank you. You do, too.”
“Yeah, but wasn’t that expected?” he jokingly asks. I playfully tap his shoulder.
“RYOU!” Bakura suddenly screams. “HOW DO I FUCKING MOVE THIS THING!?”
“Turn the wheel. . .left! No, right! Wait, yeah, go right!” Malik yells. With wide eyes, I feel the blood leaving my face, which is already pale enough. Marik panicks and jumps forward, taking the steering wheel and trying his best to figure it out. We’re probably moving in the wrong gear. . .*sigh*. . .This is the first near-death experience I’ve undergone in a while, honestly, but somehow, the three of them managed to refrain from injuring--or killing--anyone, including ourselves, but now I must sit through the great pain of allowing Bakura to parallel park outside of the resturant.
“Bakura, please do not wreck my car,” I ask, and I am serious. Knowing my yami, he’d do it just for the hell of it. And I really don’t feel like getting sued, so if he just happens to strike someone else’s car, I’m going to lock myself in my soul room until the lawsuit is filed and done with. I close my eyes and hold my breath, half smiling as Malik giggles. Marik and Bakura put their heads together, possibly forming the intelligence of one modern person as they actually park the car without hitting anything.
“Thank the gods. . .” Malik sighs.
“Driving really blows,” Bakura remarks. He gets out of the car and escorts Malik into the resturant before Marik and me, but I don’t mind that they’ve decided not to wait for us. Marik takes my hand and leads me through the door, where we find our counterparts at a table for four.
“How on Earth did you two find the money to pay for this?” Malik asks the spirits.
“Eh. . .we found a way,” Bakura answers, glancing at Marik, who just shrugs with a smart-alec smirk.
“Oh, Bakura, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. Today in school, while I was talking to you, you said that you didn’t know why Marik wanted me to leave early. . .Why is that?”
“Well, I wasn’t lying! I just thought you guys were gonna go bang each other somewhere.”
“Fair enough,” Marik says, his voice lined with laughter. And the rest of our dinner is this way. Malik and Bakura bicker while Marik and I desperately try to have a decent conversation without my yami or his hikari interrupting us. We don’t mind, though, for we haven’t had a nice night out with them in such a long time. In fact, this might be the first time we’ve dined together ever since I’ve known the Ishtars. Not much has changed, I’ll have you know. Malik is still as talkative as ever and insults are mainly what can be heard from Bakura, but that isn’t much of a surprise, is it?
Our food has finally arrived, and I watch with disgust as Marik digs into what he was given. With a mouth full of food, he looks at me and smiles as if he’s behaving that way that a proper gentleman should. I just think it’s quite funny that I still find him attractive, though. We finish our meals and pay the exact amount of what we owe before hopping back into the car. I defeated Bakura and made it to the Jeep before he did, so I get to drive. I turn my head towards him to see him pouting. “At least we’ll make it back home *alive*, Bakura.”
“You’re such a slow driver, Ryou,” he mumbles.
“No, I’m careful. And what do you mean by that!? You can’t even drive correctly!” I exclaim.
“All right, children, let’s go,” Malik says as he rests his head upon Bakura’s shoulder. My yami draws the two of them closer together and I roll my eyes.
Two minutes later, the sound of Malik and Bakura’s lips smacking against one another is all that I can hear. “That’s disgusting,” I say to Marik, who looks back at them and laughs.
“I think they’re sucking the air from each other’s lungs,” he comments.
“. . .I want to thank you for dinner. You didn’t need to--”
“I know I didn’t need to, but Bakura wanted to impress Malik. And. . .”
“You wanted to impress me, didn’t you?” I ask, catching a glimpse of his blushing face. “Well, I’m *very* impressed, by the way.”
“That’s good to know although I wasn’t doing this for you,” he sarcastically claims. “I just wanted some good food tonight. You were actually the last thing on my mind throughout the entire evening.”
“I’m sure,” I laugh. And the strangest thing happens. Haven’t you ever experienced that feeling of weightlessness? It’s almost as if I’ve swallowed a boat-load of butterflies, and they’re attacking my stomach at this very moment. Sure, I’ve felt this way before, on a roller coaster ride. But now, I feel it just as easily as I can feel the steering wheel beneath my fingertips. Maybe. . .Marik is the source? It’s very possible. I look at him again, and the feeling intensifies, nearly forcing me to stop the car. I guess that now isn’t the time to think about it, so I’ll just concentrate on getting home.
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I had forgotten about the promise I made to Yugi by Wednesday, but Jou reminded me the next day, giving me further information, and here I am as of this very moment, sitting on the living room couch of the Motou household. The television screen is dominated by a violent video game played between Honda and Otogi, and the rest of us sit with one another, occupying ourselves with mindless gossip. Mai and Anzu speak badly of the more popular girls at school without guilt, which makes me a bit uncomfortable. I’ve never been a fan of talking behind others’ backs, but apparently, these two have the potential to start a fanclub. Yugi sits beside me, aware of my boredom. He taps me on the shoulder and whispers, “Can I talk to you for a second? In the kitchen?” I blink for a moment, unsure of how to respond. A slow nod of my head gives him enough amunition to take me by the arm and lead me into isolation.
“What is it that you’d like to talk about?” I ask, leaning against the counter.
“You and Marik are together, right?” he bluntly asks.
This surprises me, for he doesn’t begin lecturing me at all. He simply stands with his head cocked to one side, grinning. “Well, yes, we are,” I proudly state.
“Well? Tell me about him! I’m so excited for you! Please, Ryou, tell me!” he begs, clinging to me. With a light blush decorating my face, I open my mouth to say that I’m not sure what he wants to hear. But my words are destroyed as a familiar voice comments,
“You and that *freak*!?” Yugi and I turn our attention to Jounouchi, who stands in the doorway of the kitchen. “You gotta be kiddin’ me!” He whirls around and races into the living room, leaving me with the utmost shock of what has just occured.
Yugi runs after him, and I closely follow, my heart sinking by the minute. I can only imagine what’s headed my way. . .Anyway, upon entering the room filled with Yugi’s friends, they each stare at me with wide eyes and opened mouths.
“Ryou, did he force you into this?” Anzu asks, walking in my direction.
“No! He--”
“He’s a god damn freak, that’s what he is,” Otogi carelessly remarks.
“Seriously, Ryou, stay the hell away from him. All he wants is someone to screw,” Honda says.
I am much too angered and shocked to speak, so I briskly walk to the coat-hanger and grab my jacket. I wordlessly open the front door and step into the chilly fall day, my mind set to one thing and one thing only: finding Marik. And being with him. And holding him, and allowing him to hold me. I’ll tell him over and over again how much he means to me, and I will never want to let him go because I lo--
I love him.
And as Yugi’s desperate pleas for me to stay are clearly heard, I ignore them. Marik is my top priority as of this very second, and he will remain my top priority for the rest of my days. No one’s ever felt the way I feel for him, and no one ever will. So I skip towards his front door, a shy smile gracing my face as he greets me with a gentle kiss, his eyes beautifully resembling care and safety. He leads me into the home that I simply don’t have the strength to leave, and I wouldn’t care if we died here as we lie together on his living room floor, entwining hands and hearts.
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A/N: I like the way this chapter turned out, but I’m not sure if I should continue the story or not. Should I end it here? Please tell me what to do because this story would be *nothing* without you guys! Thanks.