Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Life is Meaningless ❯ Living Hell Life ( Chapter 1 )

Dreizhen: Okay, Abused seems to be going okay with people, so I'm going to try another kind of fic with a bit of a different plot.

 

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Ryou's POV

 

Fear, anger, hatred, what's the point of them anyway? Why should I feel anything? I mean, it's not like anyone cares how I feel anyway. Here I am, obviously having problems and issues, and no one seems to give a damn. I'm just suffering alone, without help from anyone. It's so pathetic. People are so stupid. I don't even know why I try to live among them.

 

And here come two of them right now….*sigh*

 

“Hey Ryou! What's up with you?” Doesn't Malik understand from the way I look? Do I look like I'm happy or something?

 

“We'd better hurry and get to school before we're late!” How can Yugi be so cheerful? Oh, it's because he has a way better life than I do. Of course.

 

Why should I even care to hang with these guys? They haven't done anything for me since we've been friends. Why should I even hang around them? What's the point?

 

*RIIING!* Oh, there's the bell that just makes my day become even worse. One of these days, I'm never going to have to hear that bell again.

 

And here's my locker *sigh*. It has a bunch of paint and stuff on it again, as usual. Isn't it the school's job to keep things like this from happening? Such stupid people. And there's a whole other group of them coming down the hallway. The most pain in the ass people on the face of this planet-the jock and prep group. There's the star player, Yami Mutou, coming down in front with Anzu hanging off of him. And there's the two complete idiots who are supposed to seem cool- Marik Ishtar and Bakura Itemri. I hate Bakura the most because he looks so much like me and yet he doesn't go through half the hell I do every day!

 

“Hey what are you looking at?” What do you think I'm looking at, idiot? “Hey Marik, I think this little dude here is marveling at our coolness.” Yea as if.

 

“Really? Well, he can awe all he wants. Not like he's going to be like us ever.” If I get ahold of that guy's spiky hair, he's going to be bald.

 

“Guys, knock it off. We're going to be late for class. Anzu, get off.” Oh of course you're not going to say anything to me in my face. You want to keep up your good-looking charm to everyone. Hmph, asshole.

 

“We'll see you later, pipsqueak.” That damn Bakura! I hate him! HATE HIM! I wish he was dead! *RIIING* Stupid bell. I'm sure I'm in for a lecture of a lifetime for being late from the damn science professor. Grr…all because of those twits.

 

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Normal POV

 

“Mr. Bakura, may I ask what your excuse is for being late this morning?” the science teacher asked, staring at him.

 

“I don't have one, sir. I just lost track of time.” Ryou replied in a monotone voice.

 

“Well then, I'll expect to see you in detention at lunch today. Now take a seat so we can continue class.” the professor replied, turning back to the board. Ryou slowly trudged to the back of the room, with the other students giggling and pointing at him. He sat down in his seat by the window and looked out it, wanting to escape the hellhole he was in. He looked away for a moment when he realized someone was trying to get his attention. It was Malik, smiling at him. Malik pointed down and Ryou looked down on his desk to see a note. He unfolded it and read:

 

Hey, why don't we go take a trip to the mall after school? Yugi and I found some really good Cds and clothes.

 

~Malik

 

Ryou scribbled something back down and passed it back without the teacher noticing. Malik read it and looked at him, sighing and turning away, losing interest. Ryou turned back to look outside, watching the clouds start to gather and darken. It was going to rain and he had no umbrella. Figures….his luck was always bad.

 

“Mr. Bakura, do you know the answer?” He turned to look at the teacher, standing in front of his desk, eying him closely.

 

“No sir, I don't.” he replied bluntly. The teacher snubbed him and walked back up to the front. He turned back to the window and ignored the teacher for the rest of the class period.

 

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After school, he stood under the rooftop of the school, watching the cars go by. He saw his bus come and ran quick enough to be first on. He took his seat in the very back and looked out the window. The rain had just begun to pour a few minutes before school let out.

 

“Hey, what are you doing in MY seat?” Ryou turned to see Bakura, staring at him.

 

“When did it suddenly become your seat? I don't see your name on it anywhere.” Ryou replied monotonously and continued to look out the window.

 

“You think you're pretty smart, huh? Well?” Bakura ripped Ryou's bag from his hands and held it over him.

 

“Will you stop being so immature and just give my bag back?” Ryou said, staring at him.

 

“I'll do it on one condition.” Bakura said, smiling slyly.

 

“And what exactly would that be?” Ryou asked, looking at him, bored. Then he was suddenly jerked and came lip to lip with Bakura. He struggled to get free, but Bakura was a lot stronger than him and he couldn't get away. He felt Bakura's tongue in his, but instead of struggling, he let it pass. Then Bakura let go of him and he fell back against the seat.

 

“Here.” Bakura threw Ryou's bag back at him and then walked away back up the isle to get a seat. He pushed some kid out of one and sat down. Ryou watched him and then clung his bag to his chest, staring back out the window.

 

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When they came to his stop, Ryou stumbled up and walked down the isle to the door. He was stopped when someone jerked his bag. He turned to see Bakura doing it, smiling coyly, “Let go.” Ryou said.

 

“Why should I?” Bakura snickered.

 

“Because I said so.” Ryou said, jerking it out of Bakura's grasp and walking out of the bus. Bakura followed him and the bus pulled away, “Why are you following me?”

 

“Because I can, and I'm bored.” Bakura replied cooly.

 

“I see. Well, go find something else to do. I don't want to mess with you right now.” Ryou said, walking on.

 

“So what did you think of that kiss earlier? You must've liked it because you didn't struggle.” Bakura said.

 

“That's just disgusting.” Ryou replied, picking up the pace. Bakura kept up easily. “ Will you just leave me alone already?”

 

“I don't know. I mean, I find this very amusing. Besides, I have nothing better to do.” Bakura replied, chuckling inside.

 

`This guy is really beginning to piss me off.' Ryou thought to himself, clenching his bag strap with his hand.

 

When the two got to Ryou's driveway, Ryou turned and stared at Bakura, “Go away. I'm going to get into trouble if my dad sees you.”

 

“Really? Does he not let you have friends or something? Wait, you're too geeky to have friends.” Bakura said, laughing.

 

“Just shut up and go away.” Ryou said, walking up his sidewalk. Halfway there, he looked up to see his father, standing in the door, glaring at him, “Dad, it's not what you think.”

 

“Oh really? Well then, come inside and tell me.” Ryou's father grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside, slamming the door behind him. Bakura watched it happen, and then shrugged, walking away.

 

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Dreizhen: Okay, this is like…totally depressing. I don't know if I'm going to continue. Depends on the people, I guess.

 

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