Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Fear ❯ The Fear - 1 ( Chapter 1 )

~The Fear~

 

By: Aerys Krystie.

 

Theme: AU.

 

Plot: Yami has a secret, one he doesn't want anyone to know about. Unfortunately, not everything can stay hidden forever. When his second worst fear comes true, and he is being blackmailed for it, what can he do?

 

Warnings: Yaoi, sexual content, language, slight violence, slight BDSM, OOC-ness.

 

Disclaimer: The characters of Yugi Oh do not belong to me. I make no profit from this story.

 

A/N: This is based off TRUSTcompany's The Fear, and this also does not belong to me.

 

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Bakura yawned. Literature always did bore him. He never could understand how Ryou could keep him interested in sad excuses for writers. Who cares about Shakespeare? He was some English guy that couldn't think of his own ideas, and did them in poorly written stories.

 

His dark eyes glanced around the classroom. Honda and Jounouchi were asleep. Yugi was paying attention to the teacher drone on, trying to keep his eyes open. Kaiba, well, like he had to pay attention to class. Anzu was staring out the window. Marik was behind him, and Bakura wasn't about to pull an Exorcist. Malik was looking through his bag, and the Pharaoh was writing something down.

 

Bakura groaned when he felt something hit the back of his head. His hand touched the area and he stood up, glaring at Marik.

 

`Would you grow up?! What are you, ten? Spitballs were so last year!'

 

Bakura could feel everyone's eyes on him as he had just made the class interesting. He heard the teacher clear his throat, but Bakura didn't pay any attention to him.

 

`I know you're desperate to swap spit with me, Marik, but when will you learn that it's just not going to happen?'

 

Marik smirked, then started laughing maniacally, causing Bakura look around. Had he missed the joke or something? He couldn't remember the last time Marik had pulled a prank on him. They had too much fun ganging up on other kids to worry about each other.

 

Bakura's eyes widened in realization. He tried to lower his hand, but stopped when he felt his hair being tugged. It wasn't a spitball. Marik had used superglue instead.

 

With narrowed eyes, Bakura ripped the glue ball out of his hair, not really noticing the pain as he thought of creative ways to get back at Marik. He looked at the small wad of paper that had several strands of snowy hair sticking to it.

 

Bakura went back to looking around the classroom as he tugged at the ball, trying to peel it off his fingers gently, and without ripping his skin off.

 

His eyes were drawn to the Pharaoh again. As much as he hated that spirit, he also found him interesting. After all, he knew his past. The only ones who didn't were Kaiba and Yami, though Yami was trying desperately to recover lost secrets.

 

Bakura smirked he saw Yami sneak a glance at Kaiba, and shook his head. This was almost too good, even for him. Now, all he had to do was think of a way he could use this to advantage, and everything will be perfect.

 

`Bakura, would you care to answer the question?'

 

Bakura stared at the teacher. `Sure. What was it?'

 

The teacher sighed, closing his eyes. `When was William Shakespeare born? Was it a: fifteen twenty-four, b: fifteen forty-nine, c: fifteen sixty-four, or d: fifteen seventy-one?'

 

Bakura pretended to think about it, before smirking. `I go for e: who gives a shit?'

 

There were a few scattered snickers from the other students, who stopped when the teacher glared at them. `Why did you take this class if you weren't interested in literature?'

 

`Because I was guaranteed sex at least once a week.' Bakura raised an eyebrow, waiting for the next question.

 

The teacher shook his head. `Well, since you're being so open to all of us, much to my displeasure, what do you find interesting in a story?'

 

`Blood, gore, sex, drugs, and cursing beyond reason. A story is just boring if it doesn't have any of that. Next.'

 

The teacher got an indignant look on his face. `Name three stories you've read that weren't from pornographic magazines.'

 

`Very well. There was The Shining, Phantoms, and my personal favorite It. Are we done playing Twenty Questions now?' Bakura had grown bored with this game after the second question.

 

`Just one more question, Bakura.'

 

Bakura sighed. `What now?'

 

`Did you want detention?'

 

Bakura sat up straighter, since he had been slouching over his desk. `Of course not, sir. I'd do anything to keep you from undressing me with your eyes.' Bakura glanced at Ryou, who was hiding his face, and most likely chanting to himself; we are not related, we are not related.

 

The teacher rolled his eyes. `Can anyone tell me when Shakespeare was born?'

 

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Bakura's eyebrows rose as he listened to Ryou tearing into him after class. He had no idea that speaking his mind, and the truth, would get him into so much trouble. Not that he wasn't used to it; there was always someone who had to get in his face.

 

`How could you?! Now everyone will think I was the idiot that promised you sex at least once a week! Do you even think before you talk anymore?'

 

`I wonder if a kid can have an aneurism,' Malik wondered out loud.

 

`Or if someone who is a vegetarian have a heart attack,' Marik put in.

 

`Okay. You can stop now.' Ryou mumbled to himself as he sat down at a table. `By the way, Bakura, who did promise you sex once a week if you took literature?'

 

`Oh, that's none of your business. Just go back to eating your grass,' Bakura replied as he took the apple from Ryou's lunchbox.

 

`It's tofu, not grass!' Ryou exclaimed defensively.

 

`And what's the difference?' Bakura took a big bite of the apple.

 

He smirked as Yugi tried to change the subject, while Anzu helped. Honda and Jounouchi were busy arguing over who could eat the most. Marik was teasing Malik, and Yami was staring off into space, which got Bakura's attention.

 

As he watched the Pharaoh, he realized that he wasn't only staring off into space, but staring at the world's biggest asshole, who was about to walk past their table.

 

`Kaiba, why don't you join us?' Bakura asked, smirking.

 

Kaiba stopped, looking at the spirit of the ring. `I wouldn't degrade my personal value,' he said and continued on his way.

 

`Kaiba, someone really has to take that stick out of your ass and beat you with it,' Bakura growled, taking another bite of the apple.

 

Marik laughed, Honda and Jounouchi joined him. Ryou covered his face with his hands again. Anzu tried to stifle her giggles. Yugi couldn't believe Bakura had said that, and Yami refused to say or do anything.

 

`Stick it up for him, Pharaoh. You know you want to.' Bakura's smirk got more evil, if it were possible. He laughed. `I am your worst fear, Yami.'

 

Yami stared at Bakura. `No, you're not. My worst fear is waking up without my penis,' he revealed.

 

Bakura rolled his eyes. `Okay, so I'm not your worst fear, but I'm still pretty bad.'

 

`Yeah, in bed.' Yami stood, leaving the cafeteria.

 

Bakura just stared wide eyed, jaw hanging. He never knew Yami had the balls to say something like that. But it's the last time he ever gets the last word in. What a bitch. And I know just how to get justice. Bakura chuckled to himself as he finished off his apple.

 

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End Chapter I.

 

I promise it will get better as the story moves along. Please review, thank you.

 

~*Peace*~

 

^^ Auska.