Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ryou's Secret ❯ Prom Night I: Marik‘s Plot Revealed ( Chapter 13 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Tjay Motou 
This is the chapter I think you all have been waiting for... it's not long... but... I think you'll like it!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.31.2005 | Updated On: 10.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 787 | Status: Completed
This is the chapter I think you all have been waiting for... it's not long... but... I think you'll like it!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.31.2005 | Updated On: 10.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 787 | Status: Completed
Title: Ryou’s Secret
Chapter Title: Prom Night I: Marik‘s Plot Revealed
Rating: NC-17 [duh! Like I’d write anything else?]
Pairing(s): Bakura/Ryou and Ryou/Bakura; implied Marik x Bakura and Marik x Malik Implied Marik x Ryou
Warning: Blood, Yaoi, lemon, Sadism, abuse, other dark themes, a lovesick authoress who loves blood and death…BDSM.
Disclaimer;
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, if I did Bakura and Ryou would be fucking each other senseless… and I’d be watching!
I’ve gotten people bitching at me about how this is a crappy take on D/s relationship and such… so I wrote this chapter to explain the depths of the relationship I created!
Everyone wanted to know what Ryou’s secrets were… you see there is more to the title then you all think *laughs evilly*… actually then I originally thought to… but first… to deal with Marik and Malik.
Well Marik has grown on me like a weed… and has become one of my favourite villains… Bakura is still #1 but Marik is now #4...
Warning(s) for chapter: Character Death, Character OOCness Please remember that Bakura is a spirit... he is not human!
~*~*~*~
~Wednesday Afternoon~
Bakura’s anger had got the best of him. At this moment in time he was heading towards Malik’s apartment now. He was going to kill both of them, slice their throats open and rip their hearts out. Then he remembered Marik couldn’t die… oh well… Malik would have to pay instead. How dare Marik put those filthy hands of his on Ryou! How dare they even THINK about interfering in his relationship!
Bakura stood in front of apartment 186 F. He considered kicking the door in… but then they would be able to escape. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his key. Marik should have really asked for it back. His mistake! Bakura pushed the door in and entered the small apartment.
They must have been away. The apartment was completely empty. It looked some much different from when he use to come here. Everything was moved, the walls were different colours.
~Bakura’s POV~
What was I thinking… sleeping with Marik… did I really think that low of myself? That stuck up little bastard. All I ever was to him was a whore… a whore he could do what ever he wanted with… Everything had to be his way… well not this time. Marik was a mistake and now he’s trying to drag myself and MY Ryou down with him. I will not let that happen.
I knew going to that carnival was a bad idea. I knew it! Everything we did with him has turned out horrible. But does Ryou listen to me? Nooo! Now look where it got us? I haven’t gotten any since Friday… No one listens to me…
“Bakura-koi?” They’re home… I’ll teach Marik why you should NEVER mess with the King of Thieves.
“Baku-bear!!” Gah I hate that name… why does Malik insist on calling me that… I won’t mind it if Ryou called me that… but not him. “What are you doing here Baku-bear?”
“Listen, Bakura, it’s not my fault Ryou couldn’t keep his hands off of me.” Marik tells me casually… like I’m supposed to believe him. That lying little bastard!
~Author’s POV: GORE!!~
Bakura hissed when Malik placed his hand on his shoulder. “Bakur-aaa!” Malik yelped when Bakura’s hand clutched onto his throat.
“Did you plan it?” Marik nodded then watched in shock and horror as Bakura ripped his hikari’s heart out. Thick crimson blood ran like a river from the abyss that was the hole in Malik’s chest.
“Bakura… why would… what…???” Marik managed to say. For the first time since battle city actually was afraid of his ex-lover! Marik stared at his lover’s dead body, then looked up at Bakura, who licked the blood off his hand.
“Why?” Bakura hissed dropping the bloody heart in his hand on the floor. His eyes narrowed as he forced his rage on Malik’s dead body, and kicking it across the floor.
“Because… you cheated on me with that pathetic excuse for a man.” The blonde haired spirit answered, “Why did you kill him?” Why would Bakura kill an innocent person… wait… it’s Bakura nevermind.
“If you ever speak like that about Ryou I promise you, I WILL find a way to kill you. Because you can’t die… I killed that pathetic excuse for a man instead.” Bakura smirked with a smug look on his face. He walked over and spat on Malik’s body before walking out the door. It was time to head home. To his real home.
~End Gore~
Bakura shoved his left hand deep into his pocket as he began the long walk back to his house, back to Ryou. Anzu’s plan was good, but he wanted to see his hikari now.
~
While he walked he rehearsed what he was going to say. Meaning if he wanted Ryou back he would have to swallow his pride and apologize. The few who did know about their -former- relationship often confused it to be more or less then it was. It wasn’t a Dominance/submission type, it wasn’t one-sided, and it wasn’t anything like that. The truth to it was, the -former- relationship he had with Ryou simply didn’t really fit into any sort of category. It was just a sadist/masochist in love with and sleeping with another sadist/masochist. There were no defined rules or expectations. They were just lovers. It was usually himself who was dominating, being much more masculine and stronger then his hikari.
Bakura sighed as he reached the small two-story house he shared with Ryou. Should he knock or just go in? Knocking on his own front door… how pathetic. Is this what the once great King of Thieves has been reduced to? A lovesick loser? Love… it truly was the slowest form of suicide…
He didn’t want to love Ryou, the boy who was once, and probably still was, afraid of his own shadow. The boy who constantly got picked on and bullied. The boy who was the best lover he ever had. The boy who’s smile could light up a room. The boy who had, whether he knew it or not, complete control over him.
Bakura sighed again and knocked on the door.
‘KNOCK’ ‘KNOCK’
The door opened revealing a slightly puffed eyed Ryou.
“Bakura? What are you… doing here?” Ryou said trying to keep his voice from breaking, and to keep his tears from falling.
“I came to watch television… baka… what other reason would I have to come here besides to see you?” Bakura rolled his eyes, his voice dripped with sarcasm. After which he mentally cursed himself when he saw the hurt look on Ryou’s face that his words caused. “I mean… can I come in?”
“Sure… why not… you do live here.” Ryou replied, stepping back so Bakura could enter, which he did.
“Thanks… listen… Ryou… I… uh… I’m… s-s… damn it…” Bakura mentally kicked himself, he couldn’t say that ‘s’ word. Instead he grabbed Ryou’s arms and pulled his hikari forward, crushing their lips together. Bakura started to walk forward, still kissing the boy in his arms.
Ryou moaned into the kiss when Bakura’s hands began to wander over his body. The thief finally pulled away, leaving Ryou panting for air. Bakura swallowed, pretending it to be his pride, looked Ryou dead straight in the eyes and spoke. “Ryou… I’m sorry… I should have believed you… I should have trusted you… I was stupid! And I hope you’ll forgive me.”
“Only if you… forgive me.” Ryou said between gasps for air. He looked away from the spirit of the ring and took a step back. Ryou was afraid this day would come. But he had to tell Bakura. Marik was right.
Bakura’s eyes widened then narrowed dangerously, “Why would I need to forgive you?” His curiosity battled with his anger for control. What was Ryou sorry about?
“…Because there are some things I never told you…” Ryou admitted shyly. Bakura’s eyes narrowed more, he now wore the same look he had minutes before taking Malik’s life. What was Ryou hiding from him?
~15 Minutes Later (Time to be Evil)~
“WHAT???” Bakura’s jaw dropped, his shock was over come with anger. He couldn’t believe what he just heard. He gritted his teeth trying desperately to control his new found rage. He needed to kill something, strangle the life out of it.
“Bakura… I‘m… sorry I didn‘t tell you sooner.” Ryou said reaching for Bakura’s hand, only to have Bakura pull away. He was on the verge of tears again. He had just confessed his deepest, darkest, secret to Bakura, and was being horribly rejected, just like he knew he would.
“…” Bakura really wasn’t sure what to do now. Either run as far away from this house, run to the bathroom and puke his guts out, or take Ryou into his arms and try to over look this. Maybe even pretend it never happened. One thing was for sure… he would NEVER be able to look at Ryou the same way again. His emotions were completely mixed; anger, disgust, hatred, love, sorrow, pain, and shock. Mostly shock, all this time… he had been released from the Millennium Ring five years ago. He thought he knew everything there was to know about Ryou Bakura. All this time… he didn’t really know anything about his hikari.
Ryou reached for Bakura’s hand again, but this time Bakura didn’t pull away, “I’m sorry, I never told you because I didn’t want to lose you. I love you.”
Bakura growled, “There’s more to love then just saying it. Anyone can say they love someone. Ryou, actions speak louder then words could ever. Love is running 15 blocks because you're worried, love is telling your deepest secrets so…” Bakura said the word ‘love’ like it burnt his tongue.
Ryou interrupted Bakura, “Love is about trust. You cannot love if you cannot trust. Love isn’t judging on faults, but over looking them. Love is perfect, even if those who feel it are not.”
Bakura’s eyes narrowed, his anger and disgust took over and he would forever regret the words he was about to utter. “I know that… but I never said I loved you.”
That was the last straw for Ryou, he fell to the ground crying hysterically. Bakura looked down at the shaking form of this lover. Then one emotion over took all of them; guilt. He mentally beat himself with a metal baseball bat. “Ah… shit… Ryou… that’s not what I meant… Ra damn it… that came out totally wrong.” Bakura explained, crouching down in front of Ryou’s shaking body.
“Leave… me… alone.” Ryou spat between sobs. He couldn’t make his tears stop, it hurt too much.
Bakura decided to put Anzu’s plan into motion now. “Ryou… lets start over… everything. Lets erase everything and just start over from the beginning.” He put his hand on Ryou’s chin, forcing the crying teen to look at him.
“… Okay… I guess…” Ryou mumbled as he locked gazes with the spirit once again. Their faces inched closer together until their noses were touching.
“Then consider this to be our first kiss…” Bakura whispered as he tilted his head slightly. But it was Ryou so moved forward, pressing their lips together. Bakura did not hesitate to kiss back. His tongue slipped into his hikari’s mouth. Their tongues began a war of dominance, which Bakura won. His tongue explored every inch of Ryou’s mouth.
When they finally pulled apart the realized that they, and neither was sure how, changed position. Ryou was lying underneath Bakura, on the cool tile floor. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at you the same… but I will try. I mean you think you know someone… uh… I should be going back to Anzu's…” Bakura stood to leave.
“Why? Don’t leave!” Ryou yelped, grabbing on to Bakura’s arm pulling him back down onto the floor. Bakura was a little shocked by this.
“We have a date tomorrow don’t we?” The former thief king smirked as he crawled back on top of Ryou.
A small “Oh…” was all Ryou could manage when Bakura began kissing down his throat. Bakura bit down hard on the soft skin, breaking it easily. Ryou moaned loudly, his masochist side taking over.
“That I promised I help her do something.” Bakura whispered pausing to lap up some of the blood, his hands slipped up under Ryou’s white and blue stripped t-shirt (A/N: think Battle City.)
“What did you promise her?” Ryou half purred/half laughed. He tried not to laugh, but it tickled, the light brushes Bakura’s fingers made with his skin that is.
“To help set the stupid Pharaoh’s house on fire. I just… couldn’t say no.” Bakura chuckled trying to lighten the mood, something he wasn’t really good at, but since he and Ryou both shared a deep hatred for the former pharaoh… well it got Ryou giggling… like a school girl… Bakura sighed shook his head. “See you tomorrow… oh… don’t wear any socks or underwear… I’ll be too horny to waste valuable fucking time on stupid things like that.”
Ryou blushed fiercely; he usually liked it when Bakura talked dirty to him… but that was just embarrassing. “I don’t fuck on the first date.” Ryou pointed out as Bakura stood up again, the spirit looked at his lover with sheer surprised. He wanted to say: you do now. But it seemed inappropriate at the moment.
“Well… not -EVERYTHING- from the beginning… I mean come on. No sex? Are you on drugs?” Bakura exclaimed bluntly. “Besides I just forgave you for keeping such a horrible secret.” He added to remind his lover of what just happened.
“Your completely hopeless. But I thank you for forgiving me… Hey… wait a minute… even if we weren‘t starting things over it would still be our first real date.” Ryou realized after thinking it over.
“I took you out on a very romantic date before.” The spirit quickly defended with a smirk on his face, waiting to see what kind of remark Ryou had for that one.
Ryou almost immediately broke into laughter, “The slaughter house isn’t romantic.” He pointed out trying to wipe the tears from his eyes, he was laughing so hard his eyes were watering.
“I thought it was…”
~Thursday Morning~
“Where are we?” Bakura wondered aloud, walking through the enormous mall. Which was filled with shoppers, thousands of people from all over Japan came to shop.
“Domino City Mall.” Anzu answered, dragging the amazed spirit through the many shops, food courts and other things the people of this time had to amuse themselves.
“Anzu… don’t you have school?” Bakura asked his female companion as they walked through the tailor’s shop. Yes, you heard correctly, the tailor’s shop.
The brown haired woman had taken it upon herself to take the day off school to get Bakura fitted for the prom that was only a few hours away. “Black, White or Blue… I can’t decide… Which colour do you want to wear Bakura?” She asked, holding up three suit jackets.
“Uh…”
~*~
It’s not long but I’ll end it there…
I killed Malik. Well Bakura killed him actually… that’s what he gets for breaking up Bakura and Ryou…
You know my win-amp skin was called ‘citrus’ while I was listening to ‘Sex You Up’ and ‘Shut Up and Sleep With Me’ it gave me horribly wonderful hentai idea’s…
Chapter Title: Prom Night I: Marik‘s Plot Revealed
Rating: NC-17 [duh! Like I’d write anything else?]
Pairing(s): Bakura/Ryou and Ryou/Bakura; implied Marik x Bakura and Marik x Malik Implied Marik x Ryou
Warning: Blood, Yaoi, lemon, Sadism, abuse, other dark themes, a lovesick authoress who loves blood and death…BDSM.
Disclaimer;
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, if I did Bakura and Ryou would be fucking each other senseless… and I’d be watching!
I’ve gotten people bitching at me about how this is a crappy take on D/s relationship and such… so I wrote this chapter to explain the depths of the relationship I created!
Everyone wanted to know what Ryou’s secrets were… you see there is more to the title then you all think *laughs evilly*… actually then I originally thought to… but first… to deal with Marik and Malik.
Well Marik has grown on me like a weed… and has become one of my favourite villains… Bakura is still #1 but Marik is now #4...
Warning(s) for chapter: Character Death, Character OOCness Please remember that Bakura is a spirit... he is not human!
~*~*~*~
~Wednesday Afternoon~
Bakura’s anger had got the best of him. At this moment in time he was heading towards Malik’s apartment now. He was going to kill both of them, slice their throats open and rip their hearts out. Then he remembered Marik couldn’t die… oh well… Malik would have to pay instead. How dare Marik put those filthy hands of his on Ryou! How dare they even THINK about interfering in his relationship!
Bakura stood in front of apartment 186 F. He considered kicking the door in… but then they would be able to escape. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his key. Marik should have really asked for it back. His mistake! Bakura pushed the door in and entered the small apartment.
They must have been away. The apartment was completely empty. It looked some much different from when he use to come here. Everything was moved, the walls were different colours.
~Bakura’s POV~
What was I thinking… sleeping with Marik… did I really think that low of myself? That stuck up little bastard. All I ever was to him was a whore… a whore he could do what ever he wanted with… Everything had to be his way… well not this time. Marik was a mistake and now he’s trying to drag myself and MY Ryou down with him. I will not let that happen.
I knew going to that carnival was a bad idea. I knew it! Everything we did with him has turned out horrible. But does Ryou listen to me? Nooo! Now look where it got us? I haven’t gotten any since Friday… No one listens to me…
“Bakura-koi?” They’re home… I’ll teach Marik why you should NEVER mess with the King of Thieves.
“Baku-bear!!” Gah I hate that name… why does Malik insist on calling me that… I won’t mind it if Ryou called me that… but not him. “What are you doing here Baku-bear?”
“Listen, Bakura, it’s not my fault Ryou couldn’t keep his hands off of me.” Marik tells me casually… like I’m supposed to believe him. That lying little bastard!
~Author’s POV: GORE!!~
Bakura hissed when Malik placed his hand on his shoulder. “Bakur-aaa!” Malik yelped when Bakura’s hand clutched onto his throat.
“Did you plan it?” Marik nodded then watched in shock and horror as Bakura ripped his hikari’s heart out. Thick crimson blood ran like a river from the abyss that was the hole in Malik’s chest.
“Bakura… why would… what…???” Marik managed to say. For the first time since battle city actually was afraid of his ex-lover! Marik stared at his lover’s dead body, then looked up at Bakura, who licked the blood off his hand.
“Why?” Bakura hissed dropping the bloody heart in his hand on the floor. His eyes narrowed as he forced his rage on Malik’s dead body, and kicking it across the floor.
“Because… you cheated on me with that pathetic excuse for a man.” The blonde haired spirit answered, “Why did you kill him?” Why would Bakura kill an innocent person… wait… it’s Bakura nevermind.
“If you ever speak like that about Ryou I promise you, I WILL find a way to kill you. Because you can’t die… I killed that pathetic excuse for a man instead.” Bakura smirked with a smug look on his face. He walked over and spat on Malik’s body before walking out the door. It was time to head home. To his real home.
~End Gore~
Bakura shoved his left hand deep into his pocket as he began the long walk back to his house, back to Ryou. Anzu’s plan was good, but he wanted to see his hikari now.
~
While he walked he rehearsed what he was going to say. Meaning if he wanted Ryou back he would have to swallow his pride and apologize. The few who did know about their -former- relationship often confused it to be more or less then it was. It wasn’t a Dominance/submission type, it wasn’t one-sided, and it wasn’t anything like that. The truth to it was, the -former- relationship he had with Ryou simply didn’t really fit into any sort of category. It was just a sadist/masochist in love with and sleeping with another sadist/masochist. There were no defined rules or expectations. They were just lovers. It was usually himself who was dominating, being much more masculine and stronger then his hikari.
Bakura sighed as he reached the small two-story house he shared with Ryou. Should he knock or just go in? Knocking on his own front door… how pathetic. Is this what the once great King of Thieves has been reduced to? A lovesick loser? Love… it truly was the slowest form of suicide…
He didn’t want to love Ryou, the boy who was once, and probably still was, afraid of his own shadow. The boy who constantly got picked on and bullied. The boy who was the best lover he ever had. The boy who’s smile could light up a room. The boy who had, whether he knew it or not, complete control over him.
Bakura sighed again and knocked on the door.
‘KNOCK’ ‘KNOCK’
The door opened revealing a slightly puffed eyed Ryou.
“Bakura? What are you… doing here?” Ryou said trying to keep his voice from breaking, and to keep his tears from falling.
“I came to watch television… baka… what other reason would I have to come here besides to see you?” Bakura rolled his eyes, his voice dripped with sarcasm. After which he mentally cursed himself when he saw the hurt look on Ryou’s face that his words caused. “I mean… can I come in?”
“Sure… why not… you do live here.” Ryou replied, stepping back so Bakura could enter, which he did.
“Thanks… listen… Ryou… I… uh… I’m… s-s… damn it…” Bakura mentally kicked himself, he couldn’t say that ‘s’ word. Instead he grabbed Ryou’s arms and pulled his hikari forward, crushing their lips together. Bakura started to walk forward, still kissing the boy in his arms.
Ryou moaned into the kiss when Bakura’s hands began to wander over his body. The thief finally pulled away, leaving Ryou panting for air. Bakura swallowed, pretending it to be his pride, looked Ryou dead straight in the eyes and spoke. “Ryou… I’m sorry… I should have believed you… I should have trusted you… I was stupid! And I hope you’ll forgive me.”
“Only if you… forgive me.” Ryou said between gasps for air. He looked away from the spirit of the ring and took a step back. Ryou was afraid this day would come. But he had to tell Bakura. Marik was right.
Bakura’s eyes widened then narrowed dangerously, “Why would I need to forgive you?” His curiosity battled with his anger for control. What was Ryou sorry about?
“…Because there are some things I never told you…” Ryou admitted shyly. Bakura’s eyes narrowed more, he now wore the same look he had minutes before taking Malik’s life. What was Ryou hiding from him?
~15 Minutes Later (Time to be Evil)~
“WHAT???” Bakura’s jaw dropped, his shock was over come with anger. He couldn’t believe what he just heard. He gritted his teeth trying desperately to control his new found rage. He needed to kill something, strangle the life out of it.
“Bakura… I‘m… sorry I didn‘t tell you sooner.” Ryou said reaching for Bakura’s hand, only to have Bakura pull away. He was on the verge of tears again. He had just confessed his deepest, darkest, secret to Bakura, and was being horribly rejected, just like he knew he would.
“…” Bakura really wasn’t sure what to do now. Either run as far away from this house, run to the bathroom and puke his guts out, or take Ryou into his arms and try to over look this. Maybe even pretend it never happened. One thing was for sure… he would NEVER be able to look at Ryou the same way again. His emotions were completely mixed; anger, disgust, hatred, love, sorrow, pain, and shock. Mostly shock, all this time… he had been released from the Millennium Ring five years ago. He thought he knew everything there was to know about Ryou Bakura. All this time… he didn’t really know anything about his hikari.
Ryou reached for Bakura’s hand again, but this time Bakura didn’t pull away, “I’m sorry, I never told you because I didn’t want to lose you. I love you.”
Bakura growled, “There’s more to love then just saying it. Anyone can say they love someone. Ryou, actions speak louder then words could ever. Love is running 15 blocks because you're worried, love is telling your deepest secrets so…” Bakura said the word ‘love’ like it burnt his tongue.
Ryou interrupted Bakura, “Love is about trust. You cannot love if you cannot trust. Love isn’t judging on faults, but over looking them. Love is perfect, even if those who feel it are not.”
Bakura’s eyes narrowed, his anger and disgust took over and he would forever regret the words he was about to utter. “I know that… but I never said I loved you.”
That was the last straw for Ryou, he fell to the ground crying hysterically. Bakura looked down at the shaking form of this lover. Then one emotion over took all of them; guilt. He mentally beat himself with a metal baseball bat. “Ah… shit… Ryou… that’s not what I meant… Ra damn it… that came out totally wrong.” Bakura explained, crouching down in front of Ryou’s shaking body.
“Leave… me… alone.” Ryou spat between sobs. He couldn’t make his tears stop, it hurt too much.
Bakura decided to put Anzu’s plan into motion now. “Ryou… lets start over… everything. Lets erase everything and just start over from the beginning.” He put his hand on Ryou’s chin, forcing the crying teen to look at him.
“… Okay… I guess…” Ryou mumbled as he locked gazes with the spirit once again. Their faces inched closer together until their noses were touching.
“Then consider this to be our first kiss…” Bakura whispered as he tilted his head slightly. But it was Ryou so moved forward, pressing their lips together. Bakura did not hesitate to kiss back. His tongue slipped into his hikari’s mouth. Their tongues began a war of dominance, which Bakura won. His tongue explored every inch of Ryou’s mouth.
When they finally pulled apart the realized that they, and neither was sure how, changed position. Ryou was lying underneath Bakura, on the cool tile floor. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at you the same… but I will try. I mean you think you know someone… uh… I should be going back to Anzu's…” Bakura stood to leave.
“Why? Don’t leave!” Ryou yelped, grabbing on to Bakura’s arm pulling him back down onto the floor. Bakura was a little shocked by this.
“We have a date tomorrow don’t we?” The former thief king smirked as he crawled back on top of Ryou.
A small “Oh…” was all Ryou could manage when Bakura began kissing down his throat. Bakura bit down hard on the soft skin, breaking it easily. Ryou moaned loudly, his masochist side taking over.
“That I promised I help her do something.” Bakura whispered pausing to lap up some of the blood, his hands slipped up under Ryou’s white and blue stripped t-shirt (A/N: think Battle City.)
“What did you promise her?” Ryou half purred/half laughed. He tried not to laugh, but it tickled, the light brushes Bakura’s fingers made with his skin that is.
“To help set the stupid Pharaoh’s house on fire. I just… couldn’t say no.” Bakura chuckled trying to lighten the mood, something he wasn’t really good at, but since he and Ryou both shared a deep hatred for the former pharaoh… well it got Ryou giggling… like a school girl… Bakura sighed shook his head. “See you tomorrow… oh… don’t wear any socks or underwear… I’ll be too horny to waste valuable fucking time on stupid things like that.”
Ryou blushed fiercely; he usually liked it when Bakura talked dirty to him… but that was just embarrassing. “I don’t fuck on the first date.” Ryou pointed out as Bakura stood up again, the spirit looked at his lover with sheer surprised. He wanted to say: you do now. But it seemed inappropriate at the moment.
“Well… not -EVERYTHING- from the beginning… I mean come on. No sex? Are you on drugs?” Bakura exclaimed bluntly. “Besides I just forgave you for keeping such a horrible secret.” He added to remind his lover of what just happened.
“Your completely hopeless. But I thank you for forgiving me… Hey… wait a minute… even if we weren‘t starting things over it would still be our first real date.” Ryou realized after thinking it over.
“I took you out on a very romantic date before.” The spirit quickly defended with a smirk on his face, waiting to see what kind of remark Ryou had for that one.
Ryou almost immediately broke into laughter, “The slaughter house isn’t romantic.” He pointed out trying to wipe the tears from his eyes, he was laughing so hard his eyes were watering.
“I thought it was…”
~Thursday Morning~
“Where are we?” Bakura wondered aloud, walking through the enormous mall. Which was filled with shoppers, thousands of people from all over Japan came to shop.
“Domino City Mall.” Anzu answered, dragging the amazed spirit through the many shops, food courts and other things the people of this time had to amuse themselves.
“Anzu… don’t you have school?” Bakura asked his female companion as they walked through the tailor’s shop. Yes, you heard correctly, the tailor’s shop.
The brown haired woman had taken it upon herself to take the day off school to get Bakura fitted for the prom that was only a few hours away. “Black, White or Blue… I can’t decide… Which colour do you want to wear Bakura?” She asked, holding up three suit jackets.
“Uh…”
~*~
It’s not long but I’ll end it there…
I killed Malik. Well Bakura killed him actually… that’s what he gets for breaking up Bakura and Ryou…
You know my win-amp skin was called ‘citrus’ while I was listening to ‘Sex You Up’ and ‘Shut Up and Sleep With Me’ it gave me horribly wonderful hentai idea’s…