Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ This Is Me ❯ Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh… do I really have to put this at the beginning of each chapter?

 

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Ryou grinned as he skipped ahead of the group, laughing slightly as he headed over to the line for a rollercoaster. As he gave a little twirl, he stopped skipping, noticing Marik smirking at him. Yami was raising an eyebrow at him, and Seto had made it a point to stop walking with the group.

 

Giving the area a quick scan, he noticed that quite a bit of people staring at him. He blushed, standing still in the middle of the crowd a little ways off from the rollercoaster. Bakura was smirking at him as he and the rest of the guys finally caught up to him.

 

“Finally run out of energy?” he asked. Ryou gave Bakura a little smirk and responded before he could think his words through.

 

“Babe don't worry about my energy, I'm more concerned over whether you'll be able to keep up with me tonight. I plan on riding the town for a night of fun. Do you care to drive?”

 

“Of course I'll drive, Ryou, you should know that I'd give you a ride anywhere, anytime.” Ryou opened his mouth, and then closed it again. Then he opened it again, only to close it as his blush created a new shade of red. Marik once again lost it, and started laughing hysterically. Meanwhile Seto who had rejoined the group -now that Ryou had stopped skipping and twirling- shook his head softly.

 

“You really walked into that one you know.” Yami stated a smirk on his face, Yuugi was giggling slightly, though a guilty blush adorned his cheeks. Jou was staring at Ryou still shocked, and unable to believe such innuendo had come out of his mouth. Shaking his head he thought back to Monday, when he first found out that there was a hidden side to Ryou.

 

~~~ Flashback ~~~

 

After Ushio and his gang of goons had fled, Jou and the others had raced back down the stairs to Ryou, only to find Anzu, Honda, Otogi, Shizuka, and Yuugi with him. Ryou was laughing slightly, and was currently in a headlock courtesy of Honda. “Come on Ryou! Don't take that from him, kick his ass! None of us really like him anyway!”

 

Anzu was cheering him on, as Yuugi laughed and Shizuka giggled lightly at their antics. “Come on Honda! Don't lose to him, I have good money riding on you.” and thus the nature of the situation was revealed.

 

“Ryou the same goes for you! You better not lose!” Anzu yelled, as Yami and the others came to a halt. Malik raised an eyebrow at Marik, silently wondering if this was normal behavior for his friends.

 

“But Anzu, I'll feel bad if I don't throw the match. We all know how much Honda has been wanting to top Otogi, this match might be his only chance!” Honda started sputtering; blushing slightly, as Ryou took advantage of his shocked state and broke out of the headlock. He high-fived with Anzu, who then hopped into his arms laughing as he spun her.

 

“Ryou, you cheating little—” Honda said, still blushing as he lunged at Ryou. Ryou let out a squeak, dropped Anzu, and dove behind Marik, who was snickering quietly to himself.

 

“Marik, help!” Marik made a quick sidestep before going behind Ryou, and wrapping his elbow around his neck in a choke hold (though he made sure not to press into the carotid arteries and jugular). “Marik!!”

 

“What? I am helping; it just so happens that I'm on Honda's side.” Marik snickering had turned into chuckling, as he held Ryou in place regardless of his squirming.

 

Bakura decided to interrupt them at this point, “Ryou do you always squirm so much?”

 

“I don't know how about you meet me in my bedroom, and check?” he purred.

 

“Sure, when?” Ryou opened his mouth, and closed it again, blushing. Marik's chuckling became full-blown laughter as he let Ryou go, Yami also began laughing.

 

“I think we should take a picture, the moment Ryou was speechless.” Seto said amused. Yuugi, had started blushing staring at Ryou with wide eyes, and Jou mind went completely blank while he tried to comprehend this new side of Ryou.

 

Ryou pouted for a bit before remembering something, he hopped up, and grabbed Yami dragging him down the hall. Malik, Bakura, Yuugi, and Jou blinked before realizing the others had already begun to follow him.

 

When they finally caught up to everyone, Ryou was chattering about how excited he was for the carnival, pointing to the poster on the school bulletin board that they had passed on their walk to the stairs. In the end Yuugi, Yami, Malik, Marik, Seto, Jou, and Bakura had agreed to go with him to the carnival -though most of them either didn't have a choice, or were somehow suckered into coming.

 

~~~ End of Flashback ~~~

 

Seto silently looked over at Jou before shaking his head softly. Ryou giggled suddenly before bouncing and somehow managing to crash into Jou, sending him spiraling to the ground. Ryou grinned as he grabbed both Malik and Yuugi, he threw a quick “sorry,” over his shoulder before sprinting off -with Marik, Bakura, and Yami close behind.

 

Seto smiled softly as he helped Jou up, relieved to have a friend like Ryou.

 

~~~ *** ~~~

 

When Ryou finally stopped running, Yuugi collapsed into a pile of exhaustion. Yami shook his head slightly going over to help him up, when Ryou started running again, dragging only Malik with him. He removed his backpack from his back and instead carried it in the hand that had been holding onto Yuugi's shirt. Yami shook his head slightly, knowing exactly what Ryou was doing.

 

~~~ *** ~~~

 

They had stopped running again, and Malik was starting to have a hard time breathing, when he was suddenly shoved into Marik's strong arms. He turned around to glare at whoever the hell had shoved him only to stare at Ryou and Bakura's retreating backs. He twitched a bit in annoyance.

 

“What was the point in all that?” he asked.

 

Marik rolled his eyes knowingly “He's giving us all some space so we can have some alone time.”

 

Malik blinked shocked slightly, “All that running for that?”

 

“Yup.”

 

“Oh,” and Malik felt a bit of respect for Ryou grow.

 

~~~ *** ~~~

 

Bakura panted slightly as they finally stopped running, Ryou on the other hand was practically hanging off Bakura unable to stand after so much running. He took a closer look at Ryou -after hearing him begin to cough- and noticed that he was paler than normal, and gasping for breath between each sets of coughs.

 

Ryou closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out through pursed lips slowly. Repeating this several times, he eventually managed to get himself under control after a few minutes.

 

“What just happened?” Bakura asked, barely being able to mask his concern, and make the question sound more casual.

 

“Nothing of utmost importance.” Bakura raised an eyebrow at that.

“Really, I have a minor case of asthma, it's nothing severe.”

 

“If that's not severe, I don't know what is.”

 

“Compared to some people, that wasn't asthma at all.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Really.” Ryou looked around before noticing an alleyway near the entrance of the carnival, where they had ended up. He grinned and grabbed Bakura's shirt and began dragging him over to the alley. Walking into the empty alley he called over his shoulder “Cover me, I need to change.”

 

“Okay,” Bakura said, and turned around and watched as Ryou began to strip. His mouth began to water slightly as Ryou pulled off his tight black boxers his back to him. Folding everything nicely, Ryou placed them on the ground and opened up his backpack, and pulled out the first article.

 

Bakura quickly reached up and plugged his nose as Ryou held a thong in his hands -not just any kind of thong, a women's thong. He pulled it on and grabbed a red schoolgirl miniskirt that had blue and beige lines running through it.

 

Bakura choke a bit on his saliva at the sight, as Ryou now had a black tank top with mesh sides on. There was something odd about the top, there was some kind of belt attached to the shirt with two straps hanging off of it.

 

Ryou took a boot and a stocking leg out next, and after carefully balancing on one foot, he managed to put the stocking and calf high heeled boot on without touching the floor. He repeated the process with the other stocking and boot, before doing something with the straps that made Bakura unable to see them anymore.

 

He put on a very short tie that matched his skirt, and pulled on a red elbow length mesh glove on one hand, and a black wrist one on the other hand. Next he grabbed a comb and parted some of his hair over his face. After sticking the comb into his hair he reached down into the bag and managed to grab both a pair of black and red chopsticks and a brush.

 

He brushed his hair out before gathering it together, pulling it up and piling it on top of his head. He pushed the chopsticks through his hair in opposite directions before pulling the comb out of his hair and brushing all the hair out of his face, and over onto one side.

 

Placing the comb and brush back into the bag, he pulled out a few small tubes, jar, and compact. Bakura couldn't see what he was doing with them, but he could easily guess. After a few minutes he was done with them, and he placed the tubes and compact, along with his clothes -that had been on the floor- into his bag.

 

Ryou whipped around, and blinked at Bakura who was staring at him with wide eyes. The straps that had been hanging from the shirt were now attached to the stockings, and were flat against his legs. His eyes stood out almost instantly though, and Bakura wondered why the effect of his application of eyeliner was so much more noticeable than the girls at school. There was a nice mix of blue and green above Ryou's shining green eyes.

 

`Wait a second? GREEN eyes?' “Ryou, since when are your eyes green?” Ryou blinked up at him confused, before an invisible light bulb went off over his head.

 

“I normally wear coloured contacts, wherever I go. That's why when you see me they're brown.”

 

Bakura nodded his head before another thought struck him. “Why are you wearing a skirt? If you were just going to change when you got here, wouldn't it have made more sense to just come in a skirt?”

 

“It's more fun this way.”

 

“You do realize people are going to start thinking you're a girl, right?”

 

“What are you going to do? Spank me as punishment for misleading all these people?” Ryou began to regret opening his mouth when slowly an evil grin spread over Bakura's face.

 

~~~ 3 hours later ~~~

 

The group had gotten back together and was sitting at a local park; a cooler was right beside Ryou who was lying down -and had also changed back to his regular clothes and wiped off his makeup- his head in Malik's lap. Nobody was quite sure how he had got there, and they also didn't bother to question it. A few of the park regulars had waved over to the group -most of them being familiar with Ryou, Marik, Yami, and Seto- much to the confusion of the others.

 

“So, Ryou, how long are you planning on staying there?” Correction, nobody bothered to question it until now.

 

“…” When Ryou didn't respond to his words Marik glanced down at him thinking he was sleeping, only to find him biting his lip.

 

“What? No comments dripping with innuendo? No sluttish gestures? Nothing, wow this day is so going down in history. Why are you so quiet anyways?”

 

“I learned my lesson.” He said blankly, trying not to remember what had happened a few hours ago in vivid details. He heard Bakura snickering somewhere off to the side, and did his best to avoid his eyes, since he couldn't stop his gaze from roaming back over to him.

 

Marik blinked and looked over at Bakura whose quite snickers had turned into full blown laughter at Ryou's blush -who had failed at not remembering passed events in full details.

 

“What he do? Spank you?” Yami asked jokingly. He managed to keep the shocked look off his face when Ryou tried to hide his face in Malik's leg, and Bakura began laughing harder.

 

Marik blinked a bit before joining in with Bakura's laughter. “Looks like someone's never going to be little Ms. Smartass anymore.” Seto ignored everyone as he noticed that Jou was eating a bit too fast.

 

“Slow down before you choke mutt.” Jou glared at him before speeding up even faster to contradict what Seto said. Unsurprisingly a few minutes later Jou began to choke, and everyone turned to watch. With this added distraction Ryou sat up and winked at Malik who gave him a confused look.

 

He reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle of water, still cold due to the slowly melting ice. He slowly crawled over to Marik and stood above him, breaking the rim from the lid as he twisted it off. By this time Jou was fine, and Seto was giving him his trademark superior smirk.

 

“Ryou, what are you doing?” Yuugi asked staring at him. Marik blinked and looked in the direction that Yuugi was staring, and blinked again when he came across a pair of legs. Suddenly he felt cold water fall on his head and instinctually he jerked away from it landing on his back, only to have it poured on his chest.

 

“You have now officially been forgiven for calling me little Ms. Smartass.” Ryou said cheekily. Marik stood up and picked up Ryou slinging him over his shoulder with ease. Yami and Seto took off their shirts, and advised everyone else to do the same.

 

In the meantime, Marik -ignoring Ryou's pleas for forgiveness and mercy- casually walked over to the cooler and dumped him in it. Ryou let out a loud scream, which didn't seem to have an effect on park regulars, and scrambled out of the cooler, and began jumping up and down.

 

After calming down, Ryou grabbed another water bottle opened it and whipped the water at Marik's pervious location, fortunately Marik had already moved from his spot, unfortunately he had been standing in front of Malik. Malik let out a yelp, thankful that he had taken off his shirt, before lunging at the cooler grabbing his own water bottle to defend himself.

 

Seto entered the battlefield next, well aware that with Ryou all water fights were extreme, and no one got out dry. Getting his own bottle he opened it and aimed for Yami who had begun heading for the cooler for “ammo”. Yami let out a sigh, before tackling Seto and fighting for the bottle, knowing that unless he managed to disarm Seto there was no way he would get a bottle of his own.

 

Yuugi blinked in confusion, before looking over to Bakura, the only other dry person near him, “Do you think this is why they almost had a heart attack when we suggested bringing pop?”

 

“Probably, Ryou's a mischievous little thing; it wouldn't surprise me if this was normal for them.” Scanning around him he watched in amusement as Marik, began sneaking up on Yuugi with a water bottle.

 

Yuugi let out a scream when the cold water hit him, streams of water running down his bare chest. “This means war!” he declared as he glared at Marik before darting off towards the cooler grabbing as many water bottles as he could before running over to an area not far away and soaking anyone he could reach.

 

Bakura blinked when he saw Ryou take the remaining water bottles out of the cooler and placed them on the ground, before picking up the cooler. Realization dawned on him as he watched him silently sneak up on Jounouchi who was staring at Seto, completely enthralled by him soaked and shirtless.

 

He almost fell off the bench he was sitting on from laughter, at the look on Jou's face when Ryou dumped the water and ice that was still in the cooler on his head. Jou glared at Ryou before sprinting over to the bottles that lay on the floor where Ryou had left them before joining the battle.

 

Ten minutes later the group was down from their original number of forty-five water bottles, to seven. Bakura was still completely dry, and well entertained, as wrestling matches got more intense as water became scarce. After the last bottle had been used everyone collapsed onto the soaked ground.

 

“You guys have no idea how stupid you all looked!” Bakura said laughing so hard he thought his sides would burst. When he finally managed to calm down he looked around again, “Where's Ryou?” he asked, as a bad feeling washed over him and the others began to smirk at him. He was about to turn around when he was soaked in freezing water.

 

“Run Mizu-chan! Run!” He heard Ryou giggle, before he turned around and saw Ryou running off with a little girl and a cooler that was definitely not theirs. He grinned and wave at the family that he had burrowed the cooler from as he jogged backwards to the group.

 

“Okay people, time to get to work!” Ryou said with a bright smile that was usually reserved for his group of friends. Malik and Jou shared a look of confusion, before they noticed that Ryou, Marik, Yami, and Seto had begun to pick up the empty water bottles and place them in the now empty cooler.

 

A few minutes later after everything had been collected Yuugi, Malik, and Bakura were surprised to see Seto's limo already waiting for them. They grabbed their dry shirts and put them on -with the exceptions of Marik and Ryou whose shirts were soaked, and instead they took them off.

 

Bakura watched in amusement as Ryou ran down to the passengers side and sat with the driver as everyone else piled in to the back. After a few minutes of driving to some location that only Ryou and now the driver knew, Seto rolled down the window that separated the driver and Ryou from the rest of the passengers.

 

~~~ 10 minutes later ~~~

 

They had arrived at Ryou's house and the others were staring at Ryou. “Ryou why are we here?” Yuugi asked after Ryou had unlocked the door and they removed their shoes.

 

“Better yet, where is here?” Malik asked.

 

“We're at Ryou's house.” Marik said staring at Ryou slightly confused, as Mitsuko the limo driver locked the limo and walked into the house. Not even a minute later Ryou grabbed Yuugi and dragged him upstairs, before he had the chance to protest.

 

“Should we be worried?” Malik asked as Yami locked the door.

 

“No, Ryou almost always has a reason for everything he does.” Marik said calmly making his way over to the living room, and plopping down on the couch.

 

“Operation: Blooming Cherry Toilet Blossoms,” was all Seto said before taking over the love seat, Jounouchi moving to cuddle with him as everyone else found somewhere to sit in the room. Marik paled slightly as he remembered OBCTB.

 

“What Seto means,” Yami began, “Is be afraid, be very afraid.”

 

“What's Operation: Blooming Cherry Toilet Blossoms?” Bakura asked amused as Marik began to pale even further at the mentioning of the name.

 

Yami sent Marik a smirk before replying, “Well, OBCTB is when—”

 

“NO!!!! DON'T REMIND ME!!!” Seto began to chuckle at Marik who looked a few stages away from hyperventilating.

 

“Remember boys,” Mitsuko interrupted, “Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil.” he gestured over to Marik who was trying to suffocate himself with a thin sheet that had been draped over the back of the couch.

 

They snickered lightly as they continue watching Marik enter spasms of the horrible memory, by now they were all really curious about OBCTB.

 

“What's wrong with Marik?” Yuugi asked as he walked downstairs. Ryou looked over at Marik who was huddling in the couch trying to melt into it after realizing you can't suffocate yourself with a thin sheet.

 

“Oh he's probably remembering OBCTB; he'll recover in a few minutes.”

 

“What's OBCTB?” noticing all the stares he was getting he flinched slightly, “Is it that bad?” he questioned.

 

Yuugi had been forced out of the clothes he had been wearing before, and now stood in a formal clothing, with ironed dress pants, a white t-shirt with a black jacket and tie. His collar that he normally wore had been removed, and his hand was reaching up and rubbing at the rarely exposed skin.

 

“It's not bad Yuugi,” Yami said looking over to Ryou who was beckoning him with his finger.

 

“It's nice to know you come when fingered Yami,” Ryou said innocently. Yami rolled his eyes as he was dragged upstairs.

 

“So Marik, overcome your fear yet?” Seto said smirking at the now composed Marik.

 

“Shut up, as for the rest of you Operation: Blooming Cherry Toilet Blossoms is a taboo subject.” he said calmly.

 

“No it's not,” Seto pointed out, “He just doesn't want to talk about it.”

 

“What did I miss?” Yuugi wondered aloud, “I was only gone for five minutes, and I'm completely lost.”

 

“With us, if you miss five minutes, you shouldn't even bother trying to understand what we're talking about.” Marik told Yuugi, stretching out on the couch, and propping his feet up on Malik's lap.

 

A few minutes later after pointless conversation Yami and Ryou both came downstairs, with Yami also in formal attire, and missing his collar.

 

“Come on Ryou, give it back.” Yami said.

 

“No.” Ryou said before turning back to everyone else, “It's time to head to our next destination!”

 

They all piled back into the limo in the same seat as before, and were headed off to the next destination. When they stopped in front of Ichigawa, Bakura blinked, because there was no way in hell they were dressed up enough to go to such a fancy restaurant.

 

Ryou bounced out of the car and opened the car door for Yami and Yuugi, who scrambled out. “Presenting Yami and Yuugi, both of whom are collarless!” A quiet chuckle escaped a couple slightly to the left of the restaurant.

 

They quickly approached them and Ryou found himself wrapped up in the embrace of a woman with long black hair that had red streaks running through it. The man who had spikey blond hair walked over and messed with Ryou's hair after he had been released. Ryou handed the woman Yami's collar and smiled brightly at her before sticking out his tongue at Yami.

 

“Notice how your parents greet me first? I told you they liked me more!” he snickered.

 

Yami casually flipped Ryou off, only to be chastised by his mom for doing such an action, in such high quality company. He rolled his eyes as he was dragged off, mouthing his thanks to Ryou. Grinning Ryou finally climbed into the back seat and blinked at the stares he was getting.

 

“What? I knew he was going to forget.”

 

 

… I kinda forgot about this fic for a while, and then I saw the summary for it and I was kinda like “Hmmm this looks pretty good.” And then I started reading it and I was all “OMG this writing style is almost as bad as my own,” and then I started to get this weird déjà vu feeling so I looked at the reviews, which made it even worse so I finally looked at the author and I was like “I am such a fucking idiot.” Anyways here's the next update that would have been up sooner if I hadn't forgotten about the fic a second… and third and forth time. And if your wondering, Ryou was wearing a 3pc Detention Slip Sandy… I also kinda need a beta (which is kinda bad, because then I'll need to get my ass in gear) so if your interested find some way to contact me… though I might not get your response for a few weeks, I'm that lazy… oh and here's a preview for another fic I'm contemplating doing so if you like it tell me, if not tell me so I don't waste time when I could… should be working on this… though I make no promises.

 

 

What the FUCK!!! Ryou thought as he stared at his bed. He mentally went through his day, and tried to remember if he had sprinkled hundreds of rose petals over his bed. Coming up blank, he decided that it definitely had not been him, and instead it was his soon to be maimed yami.

 

Groaning, Ryou surveyed his room again. To his right his curtains were drawn, preventing the moonlight from entering the room. Though the light was off this was no problem, as around the room white candles were lit. He sighed, walking over to the left side of his bed; he grabbed the edge of his sheet, and began shaking it out. He silently thanked the gods that the space on the other side of his bed was the only area of the room sans candles.

 

After clearing his bed of the rose petals, he began walking around the room blowing out the candles. He had about three more candles left to blow out when Bakura walked into the room. He glared at him as Bakura surveyed the room shocked he quickly finished blowing out the rest of the candles.

 

“If I wasn't so tired right now, I would lecture you.” he said as he crawled into bed. He fell asleep almost as soon as he managed to get under the blankets, and it wasn't until then that he realized what Bakura had been trying to do.