Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pools of Glass ❯ Broken ( Chapter 11 )

JG-chan: Oooh! I have had SUCH good inspiration lately!! I can't wait to see what you all think of this chapter ^-^

Oichijouji: Omg you reviewed!! *does a jig* XD yes I am proud of you. Anyhoo, thanks for the inspiration! ^o^

The Almighty Elena: Seto x Jou stories are my fave! So I thought… why not write one? ^-^

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh… if I did there would be Seto Kaiba flavoured ice-cream. *coughcough* Oh! And I also don't own the song "Broken" by Seether and Amy Lee.

Broken
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Honda parked his motorbike in the public hospital carpark and took off his helmet, swishing his hair about in the wind… well; he tried to anyway, failing miserably. He blamed it on the hair gel and suddenly felt envious of any boy that had long silky hair… hair like Ryou's, or even Otogi's. Man… I should really grow my hair, huh?! Otogi… that lucky bastard… doesn't know how blessed he is! Muttering obscenities under his breath about the boy whom he envied yet liked so very much, Honda walked into the emergency wing of the hospital. A nurse came up to him and asked him who he was here to see.

"Ah… well he goes by the name of Ryuuji Otogi… about seventeen… black hair, crazy green eyes?" Honda said, using gestures.

"Oh yes," The nurse said quietly. "Come right this way. He's been waiting for you." Honda followed the nurse, all the while trying not to stare at her backside and concentrate on what to expect when he saw Otogi up on the hospital bed.

The nurse stopped and pulled back a curtain, revealing a bored-looking Otogi, staring at the ceiling. He jerked his head up on hearing the curtain being drawn back and scowled at Honda. "About time you got here!" He shrieked.

Honda smirked. "How you feeling, Otogi?" He strode into the cubicle and sat up on the hospital bed by Otogi's feet. He noticed a couple of thin black stitches at the side of Otogi's bottom lip. That must have been painful.

"My back is killing me." The emerald-eyed boy replied. "They took me into x-ray to see if I had slipped a disk or something… but I haven't. I think I just got -"

Honda cut him off. "Totally fucked up?"

Otogi deadpanned. "To put it bluntly - yes."

Honda grinned. "Come on, I'll take you home."

Otogi nodded and slowly got up off the hospital bed, reaching for his clothes. Honda noticed he was in a hospital gown and was wearing only a pair of boxers on underneath. They were dark navy blue with two large die on the bum. He peeled his eyes away from Otogi's rear before the beat-up boy turned back around.

"Do you need a hand?" Honda asked, feeling a little foolish and afraid of what Otogi might say.

"Well actually," Otogi began. "You could help me get my damned shirt back on. I've pulled a muscle in my shoulder and can't lift it very well. I gotta put it in this sling for a couple of weeks." He dangled a white stretchy sling in front of Honda.

Honda seemed taken aback somewhat, but quickly collected himself. "Oh! Uh, yeah sure…" Honda's heart skipped a beat as Otogi rid himself of the ugly, shapeless blue hospital gown and exposed his naked chest. He handed Honda his school shirt, turned around and outstretched his arms as best he could.

Honda gulped and carefully slipped the blood-stained white school shirt over Otogi's lightly tanned shoulders. Otogi turned around and Honda absent-mindedly began to do up the buttons. "Anything else you need help with, Otogi?" Honda could feel himself burning up.

"Nope, but thanks for helping out." Otogi said with a quick smile as he pulled his school pants on and put his jacket over his shoulder. He managed to fit into the sling so his arm was supported and temporarily free of pain.

The two teens checked out of the hospital once Otogi was dressed and went out to the carpark. The warm dusty wind blew in their faces, making it slightly hard to see. They approached Honda's motorbike quickly. Honda helped Otogi onto the back of the motorbike and started it up. Otogi involuntarily wrapped his good arm around Honda's lean waist and held on tightly as they rolled off into the dusk light, headed for the Dungeon Dice Monsters headquarters.

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Revving the mighty V10 engine of his divine Bentley Hunaudieres, Kaiba rolled up the driveway into the Kaiba Estate. The ride had been more pleasant than Jounouchi would have thought it to be. It was so smooth that he hardly noticed Kaiba changing gears or the fact that every living soul down every street had received a pair of eyes for Christmas.

Jounouchi surprisingly recognized the estate when they pulled up the white limestone gravel driveway. It had been for sale for about four years before anyone took the slightest interest in it. It was a very large neglected, red-brick manor that was established around the late 1800's, and since the master of the house had long since died, nobody had bothered to do anything about it. Jou didn't have the slightest clue as to why Kaiba had bought it and refurbished it, but what he did know is that it was on the market for six million dollars. By the looks of it, Kaiba had done a very good job in restoring the old mansion.

"Wow… what a beautiful place." Jou mumbled as he stepped out of the car, admiring the climbing roses up the sides of the house and the immense fragrance of wild Jasmine, Honeysuckle and Daffodils.

On the front lawn there was a very large fountain surrounded by white cobblestones. Out the middle of the fountain sprouted three Blue Eyes White Dragon heads spurting water out their mouths. In the pond itself, white water lilies were blossoming upon the water's surface. The outer fences of the property were original red-brick walls about eight feet high. The mansion itself was about four stories up.

Geeze if this is just the front of the house… I'd hate to think what's out the back!

Kaiba merely grunted at Jou's compliment on the house as he marched past the shorter boy up to the front doors of the manor. Jounouchi stopped gaping in awe at the surroundings of the Kaiba Estate and followed suit, following the intimidating CEO into the house like a lost lamb.

The house itself was nice - very nice. It was mainly all dark wood and velvet furnishings; the main colours being blue, white, black and grey/silver. It was modern, but not. Jounouchi could tell that Seto had left some of the original parts of the house left standing, such as the grand old wooden staircase off to the left. It had probably had a few modifications, but was polished and had a beautiful dark navy rug on it.

Kaiba halted at the dining table (which was close to the kitchen) and placed his briefcase on top of it. He then turned and looked at the blond, who was too caught-up in taking in the atmosphere of the old mansion.

"Mutt?"

Jou responded only to the fact that Kaiba had spoken, not to the fact that he just called him a mutt. "Yeah?"

"I'm going to get changed. Help yourself in the kitchen until I get back, then we'll go to the library, got it?"

Jounou internally choked at the attitude Kaiba had. "Yeah, whatever."

Kaiba grunted his approval and disappeared up the staircase with his hands in his school jacket pockets. Jou watched him disappear out of sight and idled for a moment before proceeding to the kitchen. He opened the abnormally large fridge. He went bug-eyed as he saw not only the amount of food that was in it, but the types too. There were bottles of wine, about a million different cheeses, delicatessen meats, exotic and normal fruits, juices, soft-drinks, table spreads - the works. He picked out a Rockmelon, cut it into quarters, discarded the seeds and began feasting on it. It was that exact moment when Jounouchi had sticky Rockmelon juice running down his chin for miles that Kaiba chose to return.

Blue eyes rolled. "I should have known you'd get into that."

Jou grinned and spat out a few stray seeds that he had missed. "This is good! It tastes like nail polish, but it's good! What the hell is it?" He asked with his mouth full to the brim.

Kaiba deadpanned. "Rockmelon."

Jou swallowed the massive bolus of melon that was in his mouth. "Oh." Then he grinned again.

Kaiba sighed internally. If Jounouchi didn't know what Rockmelon was, but ate it anyway, teaching him trigonometry and such was going to be a more difficult task than he had determined.

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"You son of a bitch!" Bakura hissed.

"What?" Marik asked overtly. "I couldn't help myself."

Malik and Ryou exchanged glances from across the room. They didn't know what their darker halves were on about, nor did they really intend to find out. The two hikaris had moved in together about six months ago, in a nice three bedroom apartment. It was a little hectic living with two psychotic dark spirits, but they were used to it now. Besides, Malik and Ryou were dating, so as long as they were together, it didn't matter to them about living with each other's yamis. Every member of the household had had sex with each other at least twice before, so they were quite content about the living arrangements.

Malik was especially glad that he was allowed to move out of home and had become more independent. Living with Isis and Rishid was good… but not as good as this. He didn't have to put up with all the bullshit that they called their `personal lives'. Malik cringed. Whatever their personal lives were, he didn't really care to find out. He knew they were having sex, and he didn't really care to know about the fact that what they were doing was illegal. It was also slightly incest. In ways he was somewhat more pleased to be out of that house. For example, Isis even scared Marik when she was on her period. Now THAT is saying something.

"You ate all my starberry jelly!" Bakura cried, pouncing on the blond-haired yami, sending him flying off the couch and onto the floor. Bakura had him pinned - but not for long

"Get off of me you weakling!" Marik growled playfully and flipped the silver-haired spirit over onto his back.

Bakura did look like a weakling under the wrath of Marik's bulging muscles. Malik never did understand. Why did he and Marik look so different when they used to be pretty much the same person? The question never ceased to go around and around in his mind.

Malik looked seventeen.

Marik looked twenty-five.

Malik was five foot eleven.

Marik was six foot four.

Malik had a slim, lean stature.

Marik looked like some gym-crazed body-builder who had protein shakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner and was about three feet wide across the chest.

Malik had (or so he estimated) a seven to eight-inch-long penis.

Marik's was closer to ten.

Malik could speak two languages.*

Marik could speak four.*

Malik's hair was down and silky.

Marik's looked like he stuck his hand in a power socket every day.

The Egyptian hikari frowned. "Stop fooling around you two."

"Or what?" Marik threatened.

"I just don't want anyone to get raped tonight, ok?" Malik reasoned, thinking back to the last time Marik and Bakura were roughhousing.

"Speaking of rapists," Ryou piped up from the kitchen. "I learnt something quite fascinating in English class today."

"Oh?" Malik questioned.

"Yes," Ryou replied. "If you break up the word therapist into two words… you get `the rapist'. Scary, ne?"

The three Egyptians deadpanned into a disturbed silence. Then they cracked up laughing. Ryou could be extremely random at times, but he had a sense of humour to kill. Malik walked over to Ryou in the kitchen and put his arms around the slim boy's waist. He peered over his shoulder.

"What are you making? It looks like you're cooking for an army."

Ryou giggled. "Well I got this recipe for a soy-based ramen dish from my cooking class today. It says it serves for four… but I thought I'd double the ingredients… those two idiots over there could eat a horse every day." Ryou said, gesturing to the two yamis on the floor who were now rubbing up against each other, kissing.

Lavender eyes rolled. "Hentai's." Malik muttered before heading back to the lounge. "Can't you wait until after dinner to do that sort of shit? I'm losing my appetite just watching."

*~*

Honda and Otogi made their way onto the top floor of Dungeon Dice Monsters above the shop department where Otogi resided. The black-haired boy collapsed onto one of his couches and switched on the TV. Honda remained silent to some degree standing near the kitchen.

Otogi looked up. "So what are you doing?"

Honda looked startled. "What do you mean?"

"Well… are you staying with me for a while or what? You can go if you want; I'm not keeping you here." Otogi replied.

I don't want to leave just yet though…

"Well I don't have any other plans. I guess I'll chill here for a while." Honda put his motorbike helmet on the kitchen table and joined Otogi on the couch.

Otogi leant on one of his fisted hands and elbow and flicked through the channels with the other hand. He looked bored mindless. Then he yawned. Honda was fed up with the silence and boredom weighing down the atmosphere.

"Hey, Otogi?"

"What is it?"

"Well I was just wondering, have you thought anymore about our band? I mean… we haven't exactly played for a while."

Otogi snorted. "Yeah, I was actually kind of in the middle of writing a song last night. But since Jounouchi has been so… weird lately, I don't see much point in carrying on. It's kind of sad… him, you and Ryou are great singers."

Honda was flattered. "Thanks… what's this song you were writing about? Can I see it?"

"Nah…" Honda swore he saw a blush creep to Otogi's cheeks. "It's not finished yet. It's kinda corny anyway."

"Oh come on! It can't be that bad… but no matter. You can show it to me when it's finished okay? Maybe we could all take a look and see if we can edit it a bit." The brunet replied.

Otogi smiled meekly. "I might work on it later." He yawned again.

"You look like shit." Honda blurted out, then immediately regretted it. "You should get some rest."

"Yeah," Otogi agreed. "I might just do that." He got up and advanced down the hallway toward his bedroom.

Honda loved Otogi's bedroom; it had so much funk to it that it put anyone's room to shame. He had various posters all over his walls, going from posters of Slipknot, Evanescence and Linkin Park, to posters of hot chicks and hot guys getting it on. Of course his super-king sized bed had a quilt covered in different coloured die on it with matching pillowcases. The desk next to his bed had a whole pile of crap on it; from assorted schoolbooks, paperwork to do for his company, pocky wrappers and somewhere underneath it all was probably his laptop. Honda was eager to find out what was in the drawers to the side of the desk.

"Ah!" Otogi muttered. "Wait there, my bag is still in the lounge." Otogi left the bedroom and made his way back to the lounge, leaving Honda with a curious and tempting eye. The more he looked at those drawers the more he wanted to open them. He quickly checked that Otogi wasn't coming back and opened one of the drawers. Inside he saw: pens, pencils, erasers, headbands, condoms and lube. The second drawer was empty. He then lured his eyes across the top of the desk and picked up a piece of crumpled paper which immediately caught his eye. It had strange drawings on it and what looked like a poem. Maybe it was the song Otogi was talking about earlier that he had written. Honda shoved it into his pocket and closed the drawer on hearing Otogi's footsteps coming back down the hallway.

"Well I'm going to go have a soak in the bath; it might help with the aches and pains in my back." Otogi decided, standing across the room from Honda by the doorway.

I can think of other ways to ease your pain…

"Sure," Honda replied, trying not to break into a nervous sweat. He wasn't very good at playing it cool. "Are you coming to school tomorrow?"

Ryuuji shrugged. "Depends on how I'm feeling in the morning I suppose." He yawned for about the billionth time that day.

"Okay well, I'll come around after school tomorrow if you're not there and see how you are, if that's okay?"

The dark haired boy nodded. "Sure. Thanks for bringing me home and all." Otogi pulled his hair loose and let it cascade down over his shoulders. Honda felt that envious twitch lurk to the surface in his mind again.

"It's no problem." Honda replied. "I'll catch you later, Ryuuji."

Otogi nodded. "You too Hiroto, bye!"

With that, Otogi disappeared into the bathroom where the sound of gushing water falling into the bathtub was heard. Honda shivered as he made his way back out to the kitchen where his motorbike helmet was still on the table. He hasn't called me by my first name before… was it only because I called him by his first? Hmm… The sturdy brunet youth made his way back down onto the street and mounted his bike, cutting the chilly twilight air quickly on his way home.

Inside, the first thing he did was obviously take out the sheet of paper from his pocket and read over it. He guessed right, it was a song, or a poem of some sort, aside from the doodles of hearts, aliens, dice and random cartoon characters. As Honda began to read, he realized that it was indeed a complete song - Otogi had lied. He said it wasn't finished yet. Guess he really didn't want anyone to read it huh? Honda thought to himself. He knew Otogi was going to kill him for this, and it was more than likely a case of `curiosity killed the cat'. Hazel eyes scanned the lined sheet of paper…

Broken

I wanted you to know, I love the way you laugh.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain… away…
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain…

`Cause I'm broken, when I'm lonesome…
And I don't feel right… when you're gone away.

You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore…

The worst is over now, and we can breathe again.
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away…
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain…

`Cause I'm broken when I'm open.
And I don't feel like I am strong enough.
`Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome…
And I don't feel right when you're gone away…

`Cause I'm broken when I'm open.
And I don't feel like I am strong enough.
`Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome…
And I don't feel right when you're gone away…

`Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome,
And I don't feel right when you're gone…

You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore…

Dedicated to Hiroto Honda… will you ever know???

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*= Malik speaks 2 languages: *shrugs* In my world Malik speaks Arabic and Japanese and can sort of read hieroglyphics (Marik's teaching him).

*=Marik speaks 4 languages: Arabic, Ancient Egyptian (dunno if there's a difference but still XD) Japanese and a native Egyptian language from his past life. (I KNOW he was created from Malik's anger and hate but I like to believe he had a past life ^-^ There are literally hundreds of native languages spoken throughout Egypt and that general area.)

JG-chan: Okay so I DID kind of spoil it for you… three yaoi couples in this fic! I bet you can already guess who they are though. R&R if you have time!! ^o^