Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Protesting the Conflict in Iraq ❯ The Protest and Ryou's First Television Experience ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: mercynre 
Ryou is at a protest, the Yugi-tachi sees him on t.v., and a big anti-Bush stunt is planned.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.12.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 553 | Visits: 296 | Status: Work In Progress
Ryou is at a protest, the Yugi-tachi sees him on t.v., and a big anti-Bush stunt is planned.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.12.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 553 | Visits: 296 | Status: Work In Progress
__Chapter 1: The Protest and Ryou's First Television Experience__
"Why war? Wage peace!" The chanting crowd was deafening. Ryou smiled briefly before continuing his careful lettering of posters. He pushed an errant piece of hair behind his left ear, deciding to outline "Bush lied, They died" in an angry crimson. He worried briefly about the insane amount of news coverage the protest was garnering; Ryou knew he was about to be outed as a radical left-wing liberal and that his dark half, Bakura, wouldn't understand. He was also aware that his pristinely white sweater-set look stuck out among a sea of disheveled tie-dye shirts and unwashed hair. That was probably the reason he'd been asked to do an interview with an independently-owned media group.
Most of the protests he volunteered at weren't nearly this high-profile. This one, however, took place outside of a fancy dinner the American President himself was hosting. Ryou sighed inwardly, watching as the SWAT team pushed the line of protesters back, hoping fervently that things wouldn't turn ugly...
Or violent, as the Condoleeza Rice protest a few months back had. She had been selected to give the graduation speech at a local Japanese college, and had accepted, hoping to improve foreign relations. The school hadn't anticipated the large turnout, though, and the understaffed security force panicked. Ryou hadn't been able to see clearly for almost two days after being tear-gassed and it had been hard to breath from the severe beating his ribs had recieved at the hands of a rookie officer. Sometimes it was hard having such strong political beliefs.
He shook his head, staring into the glaring sunlight momentarily before standing and returning to the front line of sign-holders. He paused, catching the rythym of the chanting, then added his voice to the clamor.
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Bakura sighed loudly, regretting his decision to hang out with Yugi and company while Ryou was off doing gods-knew-what. He gritted his teeth and did his best to ignore the groups inane chatter while idly picking up a television remote and randomly flipping channels. *Damn brat doesn't even have cable!* Bakura discovered, much to his dismay. He finally settled on a news channel, hoping for some mild gore.
"Guys... GUYS!," Bakura barked harshly, shocked by the scene playing out across the screen. What in the holy name of Ra was his meek little hikari doing on t.v.? "What's wrong, Bakura?," Yugi asked innocently. Bakura could only sputter indignantly and point in reply. "Whoa, is 'dat Ryou?," Jonouchi asked, plopping noisily down on the couch. "I never knew he was into politics..." "... Or that brave," Marik snorted, completing Jonouchi's sentence while the scruffy blond glared at him.
___
Ryou felt faint as several cameras, both video and photographic, were shoved into his face, causing him to lose balance. He could vaguely make out the start of a limousine procession in-between flashes of light. *There's no turning back now... I'll probably be on the news... Especially after...* Ryou's thoughts trailed off as he braced himself for the stunt that would soon make him infamous. *I just hope my friends can deal with the fallout...*
"Why war? Wage peace!" The chanting crowd was deafening. Ryou smiled briefly before continuing his careful lettering of posters. He pushed an errant piece of hair behind his left ear, deciding to outline "Bush lied, They died" in an angry crimson. He worried briefly about the insane amount of news coverage the protest was garnering; Ryou knew he was about to be outed as a radical left-wing liberal and that his dark half, Bakura, wouldn't understand. He was also aware that his pristinely white sweater-set look stuck out among a sea of disheveled tie-dye shirts and unwashed hair. That was probably the reason he'd been asked to do an interview with an independently-owned media group.
Most of the protests he volunteered at weren't nearly this high-profile. This one, however, took place outside of a fancy dinner the American President himself was hosting. Ryou sighed inwardly, watching as the SWAT team pushed the line of protesters back, hoping fervently that things wouldn't turn ugly...
Or violent, as the Condoleeza Rice protest a few months back had. She had been selected to give the graduation speech at a local Japanese college, and had accepted, hoping to improve foreign relations. The school hadn't anticipated the large turnout, though, and the understaffed security force panicked. Ryou hadn't been able to see clearly for almost two days after being tear-gassed and it had been hard to breath from the severe beating his ribs had recieved at the hands of a rookie officer. Sometimes it was hard having such strong political beliefs.
He shook his head, staring into the glaring sunlight momentarily before standing and returning to the front line of sign-holders. He paused, catching the rythym of the chanting, then added his voice to the clamor.
___
Bakura sighed loudly, regretting his decision to hang out with Yugi and company while Ryou was off doing gods-knew-what. He gritted his teeth and did his best to ignore the groups inane chatter while idly picking up a television remote and randomly flipping channels. *Damn brat doesn't even have cable!* Bakura discovered, much to his dismay. He finally settled on a news channel, hoping for some mild gore.
"Guys... GUYS!," Bakura barked harshly, shocked by the scene playing out across the screen. What in the holy name of Ra was his meek little hikari doing on t.v.? "What's wrong, Bakura?," Yugi asked innocently. Bakura could only sputter indignantly and point in reply. "Whoa, is 'dat Ryou?," Jonouchi asked, plopping noisily down on the couch. "I never knew he was into politics..." "... Or that brave," Marik snorted, completing Jonouchi's sentence while the scruffy blond glared at him.
___
Ryou felt faint as several cameras, both video and photographic, were shoved into his face, causing him to lose balance. He could vaguely make out the start of a limousine procession in-between flashes of light. *There's no turning back now... I'll probably be on the news... Especially after...* Ryou's thoughts trailed off as he braced himself for the stunt that would soon make him infamous. *I just hope my friends can deal with the fallout...*