Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ru Ke ❯ Has Ru Ke returned? ( Chapter 1 )

Dove: Hi! This is my FIRST fanfic! I hope you like it and review! ^ ^

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Dove: This is made up!

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Ryou walked slowly home. Quickly in others eyes but not to Ryou, he just had long legs. He closed his dark chocolate brown eyes and took a deep breath. Letting go of the stress of school in which he just left ten minutes ago. Enjoying his quiet surroundings.

He opened his eyes to see he was in a park full of those pretty trees that had those little pink flowers in them. This was a shortcut home. A soft breeze let loose some of them to flow gracefully to the ground.

He began thinking on what Bakera was going to teach him today. Of course Bakera did not know that he was teaching Ryou. You see Bakera beats Ryou. Ryou never fights back. He doesn't even cry out anymore. He just watches Bakera. Studies him.

From watching he taught himself how to do Bakera's stances and learned how Bakera fights. /Watch out for his right. / Ryou reminded himself.

Bakera also taught Ryou how to, unknowingly, put bandages, medication on the wounds, how to hide them. If they were in sight he puts makeup on. Nothing much, just to keep the wounds concealed.

Ryou's been studying Bakera's techniques for a good half year or so, maybe more. Ryou taught himself (alone) how to dodge and stop attacks.

He's been tired of how Bakera treats him. What made him even more confused as to why he loves him. So lately his been doing sit ups and push ups to pump up his arms so he could finally show Bakera his not taking any more of this shit, this living hell.

Ryou is still the Ryou he was before Bakera, before the ring, before everything. Thanks to his yoga. It helps him keep his temper.

He walked onto his poach and opened the door. "Today's the day." He muttered under his breath, stepping in. "And what day is that?" asked a chilling voice. Ryou paused, looked toward Bakera, lifted his right hand hold out his index finger, symbolizing 'one second.'

Ryou turned around, closed and locked the door, slipping his book bag and his shoes off, putting them next to the door, showing his impossibly white socks.

When he turned to his right to face Bakera, he caught Bakera's right fist with his left hand. "I wish for you to stop." Ryou said with a rather tired voice. Bakera growled at seeing Ryou's calm self. "You shouldn't grow a wishbone where your backbone ought to be." Snapped Bakera.

"Yes, but a wish becomes a dream, a dream becomes a desire, a desire becomes a goal, a reason to live." Shot back Ryou confidently, releasing Bakera's fist.

"Do you still want to fight?" asked Ryou.

Bakera's left eye twitched. He grabbed Ryou's left wrist with his right.

Ryou simply put his right foot behind him in a stance; frowned slightly and twisted his lower left arm left wards around Bakera's hand and snapped it out of Bakera's grasp, stopping his fist in front of him.

He smirked. "If you held on any longer I would have broken your thumb." Ryou snickered slightly walking into the living room.

The room was white with cream-colored carpet. It had a large window with light white curtains and dark blue drapes with a coach in front of it to Ryou's right. To his left was a fireplace. A coffee table in the near center of the room, closer to the coach and a TV and other electronics near the fireplace against the wall.

Ryou walked up to the coffee table putting his right foot on it and pushed. It slid gracefully to the other side of the room. Barely tapping the wall near the electronics. He turned back to Bakera, beckoning him.

"Come on Bakera, you want to fight. What do you want? For me to cry out in pain? To what Bakera? If we fight, there won't be blood, at least not my blood anymore." Ryou smirked definitely to confident for Bakera's liking and Ryou knew it.

"I'm not taking it anymore, you used to beat me down to the ground but only because I let you." Ryou glared.

Bakera growled and stocked over to Ryou.

They got into identical stances, left arm in front, right near the middle and right leg behind the left in a near crouch position.

Bakera yelled but Ryou attacked first, grabbing Bakera's right arm with both hands turned himself around, lifting Bakera's arm over his right shoulder and flipped him, having him land on his back. Bakera grunted at impact.

Ryou smirked. "And you taught me that Bakera."

Bakera glared, baring his teeth. He stood in no position the all of a sudden squatted down twisting himself and snapped his leg out to trip Ryou.

Even though this was the first time Ryou has seen Bakera do that he saw it coming just in time to do a back flip.

Ryou sighed heavily. "You won't believe how long that took me to learn that, well it came in use, didn't it?" Smiled Ryou.

"How am I doing for a. what do you call me? A worthless pathetic weakling? Well how am I doing anyway, can't get me when I don't want you to, ne?" Asked Ryou proudly.

"Who taught you all this?" demanded Bakera.

"Why. you." Smiled Ryou.

"I taught you?"

"Yes." Ryou turned his back to Bakera.

Bakera put his left hand on Ryou's right shoulder.

Ryou swung his right arm around Bakera's arm stopping at his pit and pushed his right hand with his left into Bakera affectingly twisting Bakera's arm. Bakera kneeled and Ryou let go.

"I wasn't doing anything." Hissed Bakera.

"Yet." Finished Ryou. "I can't believe I fell for you. You of all people, Bakera." Whispered Ryou.

"What?" Asked Bakera. Ryou looked him in the eyes and held out his left wrist. "I'll show you something. Take my wrist with both hands as tight as you can." Instructed Ryou. Bakera did so.

"Watch." Ryou reached in between Bakera's arms grabbing his left hand with his right jerking his connected fists toward himself and swung his now pointed elbow up toward Bakera's nose but stopped, not ever a millimeter in between Ryou's elbow and Bakera's nose.

"Don't mess with me anymore." Glared Ryou. Letting his elbow down. Bakera smiled, not an evil 'I'm going to hurt you' smile but a genuine one. Ryou's frown deepened.

"What are you planning?" hissed Ryou.

Bakera clapped. "Very well done Ryou." Ryou glare hardened even more, looking like Bakera at the moment. "What do you mean?"

"You've learned much, I thought you weren't learning how to defend yourself." He sat down and pulled Ryou into his lap with almost no effort. He could tell Ryou let him.

"I have a story to tell you that would give you my reasons." Whispered Bakera.

He nibbled Ryou's right ear and whispered even lower. "I missed you, Ru ke."

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