Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lover I Don't Love ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: …What? I have to say it -again-? Fine, fine. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, sadly. If I did…It wouldn't be for kids. 8D

 

Warning: This story contains: OoCness, Violence, Swearing, Yaoi, Cheating, Lying, and other things that you may not like too much. So, if you can't read what the big dogs wrote, don't read at all. O-o

 

Lover I Don't Love

 

Thin limbs trembled under the smooth surface of a single desk, a sudden tense feeling dancing through the silent room as each second passed. Scattered across the desk were many papers with red letters marked in the upper right hand corners, under the messily scribbled name of Ryou Bakura. The papers scattered across the desk were quickly collected into a semi-neat pile, pale digits fighting with the papers to shove them into a binder messily.

 

Deep pools of chocolate darted up to meet the clock on the wall, a look of annoyance dancing within the dark orbs. A low curse passed his lips as he tore his gaze away, fingers curling into loose fists on his desktop.

 

Four minutes…

 

“Now, don't forget your essays are due tomorrow.” The teacher reminded, a smirk darting across her red painted lips as she noticed the shocked expressions playing across her students faces. “You've had two weeks. If you don't have it tomorrow, then we've got a problem.” She explained, eyes glittering in amusement.

 

Russet eyes widened in slight horror as he processed the reminder, his trembling legs finally ceasing in their impatient shaking. He had completely forgotten about the essay! He spent so much time being with Mariku…It slipped his mind! H-he wouldn't be able to finish a three page essay in one night!

 

Riiiing!

 

The shrill sound of the bell shook the pale boy from his thoughts, a look of horror replacing the annoyance that once filled his eyes. Quickly, he scrambled out of his desk and towards the door, only to feel a hand on his shoulder. Blinking, he turned to deliver a blank look to the owner of the appendage.

 

“Yes?” He blinked innocently, forcing a smile as he turned to glance at his teacher. The grip on his books tightened as he forced the folders and binders closer to his chest, knuckles white.

 

“Mr.Bakura, you've finished your essay, correct?”

 

Drawing a pale lip into his mouth, he bowed his head in slight shame. Then, the head of platinum hair was given a weak shake.

 

“..Well, I suggest you do. Your grade needs it.”

 

And with that, the teacher turned to head back to her desk. As soon as she spoke that sentence, Ryou tore off out of the classroom, and into the rapidly emptying hallways. As quickly as he could manage, he stumbled to his locker, fighting with the wheel of the lock in his attempts to open it.

 

“Come on! Open!” He whined childishly, dropping his binders and books to fight with the lock. “..Please, open.” He breathed, eyes glancing wearily at the clock down the hall before darting his gaze back to the lock.

 

Please…Open! I'm already late! I-I can't leave him waiting! Ryou mentally screamed, trembling fingers continuing the seemingly endless battle with the wheel of the lock. Finally, he gave the dial a final spin before it granted him entrance. With a loud sigh of relief, he rushed to collect his things off the floor, quickly shoving them into his locker before yanking out his book bag.

 

Slamming the metal door shut, he slung the dark bag over his shoulder, taking off down the hallway as fast as thin legs could carry him. A few seconds later, he was tearing off down the sidewalk towards a familiar apartment, stumbling every so often in his attempts to leap over obstacles on the sidewalk or avoid stepping in something that could slow him down.

 

At long last, he slowed down to a brisk walk as he neared the expanse of apartment buildings before him. Sighing, he moved to enter the building quickly, leaping up the stairs as quickly as he could.

 

No sooner then he reached the fourth floor, his eyes met with a familiar Egyptian, a weak smile fluttering across his lips. “Hello, Malik.” He greeted, waving at the slightly taller male as he moved closer.

 

The Egyptian turned an unnerving look on Ryou, lilac orbs narrowed darkly. “He's pissed. I'd blow him and shut him up, already.” Malik snapped, giving a brief wave before stalking down the stairs, an air of anger hanging about.

 

Blinking slowly, the pale boy gave a brief nod before reaching out a lithe hand to let his fingers circle the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, he turned the knob slowly, opening the door to peer in cautiously. For a few seconds, he saw nothing but what the sunlight illuminated in the otherwise dark apartment.

 

Pushing the door open fully, he stepped in, gaze darting around for any sign of life. After seeing no sign of the other occupant of the apartment, he set his bag down beside the door, shutting the door silently behind him.

 

“Mariku?” He called with a trembling voice, eyes darting around for any sign of Mariku. Again, he called the name, only to be answered with the same silence as before. Sighing, he turned to lock the door before he walked towards the couch, lithe arms rising to hug his upper body.

 

Then, he set himself silently on the couch, eyes closing as he leaned back into the cushions of the sofa. Letting his arms slide down to his sides, he allowed himself to take a deep breath. He just wanted to relax right now, get in the right mind frame to work on his essay.

 

But maybe he'd sleep. He…hadn't slept well lately. Yeah, a nap sounded good…

 

“You're late.” A voice announced, jerking Ryou from the peaceful oblivion he had let himself slowly begin to slip into.

 

Jumping at the sound of the voice, dark eyes darted open to glance around quickly. Without so much as a second thought, he was on his feet; head bowed his hands folded neatly behind him.

 

“I-I know…My teacher kept me after class, and then my locker would-...”

 

“Don't, Ryou...” Mariku sighed, walking around the couch to stand before Ryou, eyes narrowed. Hesitantly, he raised a dark hand to capture the pale chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting the others head up. Then, he rose his other hand to tuck platinum bangs behind the others ear, staring into the deep pools of chocolate before him.

 

Leaning forward, the Egyptian's lips covered Ryou's, kissing the pale boy with unnerving gentleness that he had never shown before. The act prompted the dark eyes to widen in surprise, a look of confusion playing within their depths as he noticed Mariku close his eyes. After a few seconds, the pale eyelids slid to a close as Ryou meekly returned the kiss given to him, arms dropping to his sides.

 

That kiss felt so wonderful to Ryou, as if for once Mariku learned that it was alright for him to return the feelings the shorter held for him. The thought made the pale boy inwardly smile, his heart melting.

 

But then, the kiss changed to its usual rough, forced nature, a dark hand rising to grip a handful of the platinum hair. With a sharp jerk, Mariku broke the kiss, fingers tightening their grip on the hair as he gave the locks yet another harsh yank. The pale boy cried out in pain from the action, eyes tearing up as his hands darted upward to grip his scalp.

 

“I gave you so much, after he died. And this is how you fuckin' repay me?” Mariku snarled annoyance and disappointment dancing within lavender depths in a grave movement. When he received nothing but a whimper from the pale boy, he gave yet another harsh jerk to the others hair. “Answer me!” He snarled.

 

Authors note: Yeah, ending it there. O_o I'll start on chapter soon really soon. Right now, I have a question for any of you who read this: Should Mariku be in denial about his feelings for Ryou? Or should he have already accepted them, but just not know how to show it?