Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ This Is Me ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any of it's characters. Hell, I don't even own Bakura's last name of Itmeri.

 

“What happened?” Ryou looked over to Marik who had a strange glint in his eyes. To anyone else it may seem maniacal, but Ryou had known Marik for a long time. That glint in his eyes meant something awesome had happen. Though their definitions of an awesome event were sometimes completely opposite.

 

“What gave it away?” Marik asked a slightly crazed grin appearing on his face.

 

“The `I-just-brutally-murdered-someone' look.”

 

“Damn, is that on my face again?” Marik laughed as he plopped down in the seat across from Ryou.

 

“Marik! Don't keep me in the dark.”

 

“Malik asked me out!”

 

“Yes! When is the date? Where are you going? What are you going to wear! Come on! Marik! I'm freaking out here!”

 

“Why are you freaking out? It's my date!”

 

“Because I know you won't! You're supposed to freak out when you go on your first date with someone you really like. Since you won't follow protocol someone has to! Fuck! No one appreciates me.” Marik laughed a bit as Ryou started pouting. “So, when are you going?”

 

“After I drop you off, and I'll pick you up at midnight okay?”

 

“Yeah, that's fine. Aww… Look Marik! Yami's kissing that kid Yuugi! Oh no! One of them might end up pregnant!”

 

“Ryou, you're not allowed to watch `American Dad' anymore. That was the last straw. You're officially banned.”

 

“Marik!”

 

“No. You were told that if you use anymore references from it, you wouldn't be allowed to watch it anymore.”

 

“Asshole.” Ryou sat there sulking until the bell rang. “Lunch is over! Time for gym!” he bounced away with a happy smile on his face, Marik close behind. Exiting the cafeteria he pretended not to notice the angry glares he was getting.

 

~~~ 1:00 a.m. ~~~

 

“Did you have to sneak back in?”

 

“No. I just barely made curfew.”

 

“Good.”

 

“I know I thought I'd be screwed.”

 

“I thought you'd be too.”

 

“Gee, thanks for that.”

 

“I'm only telling the truth.”

 

“Sometimes it's better to keep things to yourself.”

 

“I'll keep that in mind.”

 

“So, did you like what you saw?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Don't give me that, you enjoyed taking that picture a bit too much.”

 

“He's a hot little thing. I swear, he was practically begging me to fuck him.”

 

“I never would've expected something like that from him. I mean every time we see him at school, he has his head down unless he's with his friends.”

 

“I know. God I can't wait to get him in my bed, tie him to the bedposts and -”

 

“Stop right there, Bakura, but honestly who would have thought.”

 

“I know, Malik.”

 

***~~~ Flashback ~~~***

 

Malik and Marik walked through the park, passing the swings to stopping at the slides. Taking a look around, Marik noticed a familiar figure sitting on the bench. “Isn't that Bakura?” Malik took a quick glance.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Let's go over then.”

 

“You sure?”

 

“Yup.” They walked over to the bench and the figure looked up.

 

“What are you two doing here?”

 

“We could ask you the same thing.” Malik said softly.

 

“You could, but I wouldn't tell you.”

 

“I thought so.” Marik stayed quiet throughout the whole encounter. Suddenly his phone went off, opening it he saw a message on the screen. `DROP MALIK OFF AND PICK UP RYOU!!' “What was that?” Malik asked head turning to look at Marik.

 

“I have to go pick someone up now.”

 

“Okay, so where are we going?”

 

“You want to come?”

 

“Well duh! We're on a date right, so if you're going, I'm going too.”

 

“Malik, are you sure? It's going to be a 45 minute drive.”

 

“Yup, Bakura, you drove here right?”

 

“Yes, why?”

 

“Because we came on a motorcycle, you're going to have to drive me back.” Bakura and Marik gave Malik a look, silently wondering if they had misjudged his sanity.

 

“If that's the case, why don't you just stay here?” Bakura's eye twitched at how ridiculous Malik could be.

 

Marik's phone went off again. He opened it and brought it to his ear. “Hello?

 

“Yes, tell Ryou I'm coming to get him. … Not yet. … No. Take him off duty. … It's none of your damn business. How the hell do you guys always know what happens in my life. … Are you serious? … Tell him to shut his trap too then. … No, I'm just coming to grab him. … I don't care, keep them the hell away. … A broomstick? … I don't want to know. … Whatever. Bye.”

 

“Come on, Bakura! Please?”

 

“Fine, if it'll shut you up.”

 

 

~~~ *** ~~~

As they approached a small club, Malik heard music that normally wouldn't be played at a club. “Who is that??”

 

“Nickelback.”

 

“What kind of club plays Nickelback?”

 

“This one.” Malik raised an eyebrow at Marik.

 

“Marik! You're here late, Ryou said you'd be here at midnight. We'd thought we'd see you at 10.”

 

“Shut up.” Malik blinked, wondering how often an underage teen knew the bouncer of a club 45 minutes away from his neighbourhood.

 

“Is this your date?”

 

“Damn it! How many of you know?”

 

“Everyone. Why are you surprised, when over half the club knows your life story?” Marik groaned passing the guy, he grabbed Malik's hand making sure he had a good hold of him. Bakura walked close behind them, making sure both Marik's hands were in view.

 

Bakura gasped when he entered the crowded room. At the far end of the room there was a stage, three poles were equally spaced across it. But that hadn't been what made him gasp, on the stage was a boy with long silver hair singing and dancing. He had a black mask on that covered the upper portion of his face, and as the group made their way to the stage Bakura realized the boy had large green eyes.

 

 

The boy was wearing leather shorts that barely covered his ass. His black cami had started to slip and a nipple ring was visible now. His left hand had a fingerless black leather glove on, and he reached up to pull the ring.

 

 

The boy —that Bakura knew without a doubt was Ryou— had started grinding against the center pole.

 

 

He licked the pole, eyes sweeping over the crowd.

 

 

His eyes locked onto Bakura's and he pulled his mouth away from the pole, only to bring his gloved hand to his mouth, and give his middle finger a hard suck.

 

 

He watched as Ryou moved to the front of the stage and continued to move his body to the beat.

 

 

Ryou's eyes which had strayed away during the song had returned to Bakura's, as a sensual smirk slithered onto his face.

 

 

He threw off his mask, and any non-existent doubts Bakura had flew out his metamorphic window. When Ryou licked his lips, the rest of the song was lost on Bakura.

 

“Okay guys! I'm going to do one more song and I'll be done for the night. My rides here, and as we all know he's crazy as fuck when I don't stop when it's time to leave. So get ready!”

 

 

 

Ryou wasn't dancing now, he instead was swaying to the music, more focused on the singing instead.

 

 

 

“We got no fear

 

Drink everything in sight

 

The crowd had started screaming out the `hey' in the song, and during the song quite a few people had screamed Ryou's name and their love for him. Marik had surprised both Malik and Bakura when he had hopped onto a table and began to chant “Snow Bunny! Snow Bunny!” the whole crowd had ended up joining in.

 

After the song Ryou had bid the audience goodnight, but before that, he called them all assholes and told them to stop calling him “Snow Bunny”. He disappeared after that and the trio had pushed their way through everyone so they could stand at the bar.

 

~~~ *** ~~~

 

“Marik you're such an asshole!” Malik and Bakura did a double take as they stared at Ryou. Ryou didn't notice them as he walked forward and shoved Marik, growling when he didn't budge. “Damn it! One of these days when I push you, you will move.”

 

Marik smirked at Ryou, “You keep telling yourself that.” Ryou sighed before giving him a quick hug. When Ryou took a step back Marik's smirk grew even wider, “What? No purse?”

 

Ryou gave him another glare before bending over the counter, his skirt and black halter top riding up. When he stood back up he had a small black purse hung over one arm.

 

“Ryou don't bend over like that people will see whatever undergarments you decided to wear today.” Ryou casually bent over his short skirt riding up even more as he “tied” his leather boots. “What did I just say.”

 

“Well I have to bend over to tie these. They're all the way up to my knees, I can't crouch to tie them.” Ryou said innocently, not realizing the fantastic view he was giving both Bakura and Malik.

 

“The things that happen when you don't listen to me.” Marik sighed. Ryou gave Marik a curious look before standing up straight to see who he had given a view to. He paled at the sight of Malik and Bakura standing behind him.

 

“Ishtar-san! Itemri-san! What are you doing here?” he started to freak out, but calmed instantly when Marik discreetly pinched him.

 

“Aww. Why'd you get back up? I was enjoying the view.” Bakura smirked at Ryou, expecting him to start blushing again.

 

“If you enjoyed it so much you should have taken a picture.” Ryou shot back. Bakura's held back his surprise at the remark. But since he had to get in the last word…

 

“I don't normally take pictures of people without their consent, but if you want you can get back in position and I'll gladly take one.”

 

Ryou smiled at Bakura before turning around, he bent back over and tossed his hair around and onto a single shoulder. He threw Bakura a saucy smirk. “Is this good enough?” he asked as he reached down to the ground picking up a napkin that had fallen off the bar counter.

 

“Yup,” Bakura pulled out his phone, opened it and quickly took a picture. At the sound of the picture being taking Ryou had frozen. A bright blush took over his face, he opened and closed his mouth a few times, no sound coming out.

 

Marik burst into laughter, “Maybe this'll teach you not to be such a smartass!” he managed to wheeze out.

 

“Ryou sweetie! Can you get us a round of Budweisers?” a guy from a table a bit to their right called out. Bakura recognized them as a group of guys from Hitomisuminei High, he quickly stepped closer to Malik, blocking him from their view.

 

“He's off duty.” Marik said gruffly, he started to walk out of the club everyone close behind.

 

~~~ END ~~~

 

So, that's the end of the chapter. I need an honest opinion of whether I should finish this or not. I probably won't because now that I look back at it, I'm starting to think that I just wasted your time, if you think I should though, tell me because I know what I want to happen in the next chapter… I'm just not sure whether I should bother to write the next chapter.