Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ This Is Me ❯ Chapter 4

Disclaimer: … These things are so annoying. I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh... or Bakura's last name.

 

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“Did you have fun yesterday, Malik?” Ryou asked as they walked down the hall towards the school entrance.

 

“Of course! Carnivals, and water fights, normally Sundays are the worst because not only is there school the next day but they're so boring.” Ryou gave Malik a gentle smile as they reached the end of the hall.

 

“I'll see you later Malik, we're eating lunch outside today.” Malik blinked slightly before offering Ryou a small grin.

 

“I'll come with you, I'm leaving after lunch, and I want to talk to Marik before I go home.” Ryou nodded his head a bit, and the two walked out the school in silence.

 

Malik studied Ryou, noticing the obvious differences in his personality when he was away from his friends. Sunday Ryou would have held his head up and cracked a few sex jokes, but now at school -even though it was just the two of them- he walked with his head down, and rarely made eye contact.

 

Once they were outside Ryou walked over to a tree by the school gates, plopping down into the shade it provided.

 

“You'll have to wait a few minutes, Malik-kun.” Malik whipped around to stare at Ryou at the use of the honourific. It seemed the longer they were alone, the more Ryou withdrew into himself.

 

“Just Malik, Ryou. Not Malik-kun, chan, sempai or anything else you can tack onto it… though I wouldn't be all that opposed if you wanted to call me Malik-sama.” Ryou let out a small grin during the rant, silently observing a group of teens walk by the gates. His eyes narrowed slightly when they suddenly stopped and walked onto school property.

 

“Malik, I have a bad feeling. I think we should go insi-”

 

“Well, well, well, look at what we've got here. A slut that has no loyalty and a pretty little albino.” Malik had tensed up completely and Ryou blinked slowly at them.

 

“Albino's have light coloured eyes.” He said softly -ignoring the fact that his natural eye colour was an eerie foam green that was darker in some places and lighter in others- eyes darting around the area searching for an escape route.

 

He counted the group as his eyes skimmed past him. Thirteen guys in total had formed a semi-circle around them, trapping them between the front school gates and the gang members. They were out numbered and Ryou bet that by the way one of them was twirling a switchblade around; they were probably outclassed as well.

 

“Look the albino's a little smartass as well.” Ryou didn't reply eyes still searching for a way out of this, Malik -who had his back to them- was biting his lip, and shaking slightly, his breaths were quiet and drawn out.

 

“What? Cat got you're tongue?” They laughed hard as Ryou continued to ignore them.

 

In a flash one of them had reached out and yanked Malik forcing him to turn around. Malik let out a little yelp at the pain from the grip on his shoulder. He growled slightly, slapping at the hand on his shoulder hoping to knock it off, but was sorely disappointed when nothing happened.

 

“Takaido (Zygore), shouldn't you be back at base bouncing around in Keith's lap?” he asked innocently. He ignored the grip that tightened on his shirt at his remark.

 

“Look everyone, kitty has claws. Too bad the claws are dull and useless. Now, Malik, I'm going to teach you what happens when you fuck with the Hitomi Gang.”

 

“You do realize that strength in numbers doesn't make up for strength of stupidity, right?” Malik asked, his gaze shifting from the one who held him to the one who had spoken, trying to stare him down.

 

The grip on his shoulder tightened and Malik realized Takaido had raised his arm to slap him. His gaze flickered for a moment, from the one standing in the center of the group, to the thug about to hit him before quickly shifting back.

 

“Now, Takaido, you shouldn't hit him. We wouldn't want to ruin his pretty face.” The one Malik had been trying to stare down had stepped forward, his composure cool as though he hadn't even heard the insult.

 

“What do you want Hirutani?” The gang leader gave a cruel smile as he slowly circled around Malik and Takaido, looking the former up and down.

 

“I already told you, slut, we're going to teach you a lesson and drag what's left of you back to Bandit Keith, as well as this pretty little albino.” He snapped his fingers, and Malik was shoved back, he nearly tripped over Ryou, but managed to catch himself at the last moment.

 

“Leave him out of this; he has nothing to do with it.” Malik's voice had gotten strangely low, and a sense of calm washed over him as he gazed at the thugs.

 

“Oh how noble and incredibly cliché of you Malik, too bad no one cares what you want. If Keith doesn't want the little albino I'll keep it, you can never have too many whores.”

 

Cruel laughter followed this statement, and the sense of calm that had consumed Malik vaporized. Immediately though a wave of fury replaced the lost feeling, as Malik's blood began to bubble.

 

“How dare you call him an “it”, you shithead! Does he look like an object? No, didn't fucking think so!” he screamed practically foaming at the mouth.

 

“All women are objects. All they're good for his cooking, breeding, fucking, and showcasing.”

 

Malik stared at him confused and went silent, trying to piece together what the hell that had to do with anything. His confusion was solved when Ryou finally spoke.

 

“I'm a boy.”

 

It was short, it was sweet, and it made Malik want to laugh at poor Ryou for the mix-up. Hirutani blinked in confusion before stepping forward and yanking Ryou off the ground by his hair. Hands ran up and down Ryou's body before eventually making their way over his crotch, roughly squeezing the piece of evidence they found.

 

“You little slut! Does it get you off making people think you're a girl?” he sneered, tossing Ryou to the ground.

 

“I'm wearing the male school uniform, what made you think I was a girl?” Ryou stated, blankly staring at him.

 

Hirutani bared his canines at him before snapping his fingers twice. The first snap made the gang advance on them, the second started the attack.

 

Malik barely had enough time to dodge the punch that was thrown at his head. Ducking under the arm he managed to twist his way behind Takaido, and push him into someone else that had been advancing on him for the rear. The two collapsed into a pile, of tangled limbs, and Malik whipped around just in time to block another punch to the head. A short cry escaped him when a sharp kick to the side from another lackey sent him tumbling into two students that had just entered school grounds.

 

“What the fuck Malik!” was all he heard before he was roughly shoved, back towards the fight. The force of the shove was hard enough to give him the momentum to land a solid roundhouse kick on Takaido who had gotten back up.

 

Ryou on the other hand was not fairing as well as Malik, the guy with the knife had decided to target him, as well as Hirutani and a few others. He was currently pinned under Hirutani and was trying to get out from under him, and call him an overachiever; he was also trying to make sure he wasn't stabbed at the same time. Sucking in a deep breath -and praying that his mild case of asthma didn't decide to kick in- Ryou pressed both his feet against Hirutani and pushed.

 

Hirutani let out a shocked sound as he flew a few feet off the ground, but managed to land on his feet. Ryou copied a cool move he had seen Jackie Chan do in movies and pushed off the ground to land on his feet, narrowly avoiding the knife that had been thrown at him. Taking another deep breath Ryou ran at the guy, who was currently pulling out a replacement knife, fist raised. He waited until the last minute, and ducked behind him, kicking him in the back of the knee and watching it buckle under him, effectively wiping the smirk off his face.

 

A sharp pain exploded throughout his body, as a metal pole whacked the side of his neck. The force of the blow sent him to the ground, and Ryou let out a panicked gasp as something caught his eye despite his rapidly blurring vision. He quickly rolled to his feet, and ran towards Malik, tackling him to the ground, as a loud bang echoed over them.

 

Malik bashed his head hard when Ryou tackled him, and barely managed to roll them out of harms way, as a knife landed in their old spot. He panicked when he saw Takaido move the gun to aim at them.

 

~~~ *** ~~~

 

Marik sighed in annoyance as the person in front of him, stalled the line with his inability to choose an item, and from the looks of it the lunch lady wasn't all that impress by the student in front of her either. He glared at Yami who was on the other side of the cafeteria laughing at him slightly having managed to avoid the early lunch rush. He was talking to a smirking Seto and Bakura, all of them silently enjoying his pain.

 

“Ya, I hope they kick the crap out of Malik.” Marik's heart stopped and he turned around to observe Haga and Ryuuzaki as they entered the cafe.

 

“Maybe we should say something, I mean I would hate for them to kick the shit out of Ryou, Marik would kill us if he found out we knew.”

 

“Who cares about that butthead, it's his fault Muraki-sensei is dead.”

 

“True, but mess with Marik and we'll be the ones dead.”

 

His heart started again, thick hot blood rushing through his veins as he began to see red. He left the line and stopped in front of them glaring down at the two. He grabbed them both by their shirts, and dangled them a few inches above the ground.

 

“What the fuck are you two talking about?” His voice sounded strange even to him, coming out soft and slowly instead of the angry burst he was expecting. Ryuuzaki instantly began to do everything in his power to avoid wetting himself.

 

“There's a giant fight going on outside near the school gates, a dozen or so guys are going after Ryou and Malik.” He was about to run out of the cafeteria to stop the fight, but as he passed Mitoko-sensei, he was hit by a memory.

 

~~~ Flashback ~~~

 

“You want to do this the right way don't you?” Ryou stood there holding a cherry bomb lightly between his fingers in the middle of his living room.

 

“Obviously,” he said “But no matter what we do we're going to get caught.”

 

“All we need is to have a figure of authority vouch for our innocence,” Everyone in the room turned to stare at Ryou like he was nuts.

 

“And how are we going to go about this without LYING to a teacher?” Seto asked bored, leaning against the wall.

 

“We bring a teacher into the bathroom with us and set it up in record time so it seems impossible for us to have done it.” He smiled innocently.

 

“It's hard to say whether you're a genius, or one incredibly fucked-up little boy.” Yami said with a fond smile.

 

~~~ End Flashback ~~~

 

Marik stopped for a second, and then made his decision.

 

“Guys!” he yelled across the cafeteria, “Ryou and Malik need us!” he took a deep breath, and tossed his English teacher over his shoulder. Darting out the cafeteria, he noted that the others were following him, while he ignored Mikoto's screams.

 

Seto had quickly taken the lead, his long legs giving him larger strides. At the rear Anzu and Shizuka were trying to keep up, not used to the fast pace the boys were going at. They quickly rushed out the building heading for the gates, Mikoto's screams having died out as she realized whose shoulder she was on -though her trembling had yet to subside.

 

They could see what was going on outside the second they exited the building, both Ryou and Malik were on the ground, Malik staring at one guy, and Ryou staring at Malik in shock. Yami didn't even have to think about it, as he hurled the lunch tray he was still holding at the back of Takaido's head.

 

“Mikoto stay here, we may need a witness.” The school teacher nodded eyes focused on the fight that was going on as the eight guys and two girls joined the fight. She watched in mild fascination as Anzu delivered a nasty slap to one guy and it was followed up by Shizuka shoving him to the ground.

 

Honda was the first one to see the gun and he immediately shoved Takaido to the ground, struggling for it. Otogi seeing this ran over, and helped pin him, and soon they had recovered the gun, and tossed it onto the ground near Mikoto's feet.

 

“Hirutani, what the hell are you doing here?” Hirutani dodged the blow to his head.

 

“Teaching a certain slut a lesson.” Jou glared at him and side-stepped the kick, grabbed the leg and prepared to drive his elbow into the knee, only to have to dodge a punch.

 

“We're done with you, and I swear if you've done anything to—” The fighting was getting more intense as the argument grew heated.

 

“It's a bit late for that; we've already taught him his lesson. But Katsuya you really need to reconsider, I've talked to Keith, and he's agreed to let you back on board.”

 

“What part of I'm done with you didn't you understand?” Jou swore under his breath, as a hard punch to the gut sent him spiraling to the ground.

 

“That's too bad, you know too many of our secrets, we're going to have to kill you now.” Hirutani slowly pulled out his gun, taking careful aim at Jounouchi. “Are you sure you don't want to change sides?” he asked with a cold smirk.

 

“Yes.” Jou was positive that he would rather be dead than go back to them. Not after what had happened to Malik and Shizuka.

 

“Fine. Goodbye Jounouchi Katsuya.” BANG! CRACK! THUD!

 

Hirutani let out a loud swear as he examined his arm. It was hanging limply at his side, and he was pretty sure it was broken. Ignoring the screaming pain, he looked over to Jou who was crying out in agony, while holding his shoulder. He twitched in frustration; he had completely missed his mark. Whoever had flipped him managed to not only break his arm, but completely fucked-up his shot.

 

Seto glared at Hirutani, as he kicked the gun hard towards Mikoto. The school teacher was keeping her feet planted on top of both guns, and had already phoned the police. They could hear the sirens in the distance, snarling Hirutani stood up and ran off property.

 

Everyone else following closely behind, only one stopped in front of Malik before leaving. Marik immediately placed himself between Takaido and Malik, glaring at the former fiercely.

 

“You think your boyfriend can protect you forever, Malik? One day he won't be around and we'll get your ass back. He can only protect you for so long, but I guess it's nice know that you were smart enough to know we meant business the last time we met. Sayonara, brat.”

 

 

Takaido could barely contain his smirk at the look on Marik's face; he could practically hear the gears turning in his head. He was trembling in rage now; obviously he had interpreted that little tidbit exactly how he wanted him to. Turning, he fled the school, as the sirens got even closer.

 

“Malik, how do you feel? That wound looks terrible!” Ryou cried as he tried to stop the flow of blood.

 

“What happened to him?” Otogi asked, as Bakura and the others approached. Jou had an arm slung around Seto's shoulder, and was clutching at his injury.

 

“That ass shot him,” Ryou mumbled “But I don't think it should be bleeding this much.”

 

The sirens were getting closer.

 

“Malik, why did you ask me out?” Ryou blinked and stared at Marik.

 

“Because I like you.”

 

“Why else?” Malik looked up at Marik, noticing the slight tremours that racked through his body. He realized the truth was about to come out.

 

“What do you mean?” Maybe if he was lucky he could stall until the police arrived.

 

“You know exactly what I mean.” Malik flinched, holding back tears.

 

“It's not what you think.”

 

“It's not what I think? We'll then you'd better start explaining because it looks like you've been using me. It looks like the only reason you asked me out is because you thought I'd make a decent body guard. So what is it, Malik, please enlighten me.”

 

“I like you, Marik, I really do… It's just that—”

 

“It's just that what?”

 

The sirens were so close now.

 

“It's just that you were in trouble and needed someone to take care of you. Maybe if I had known what was going on, I would've helped you out. But now that I know you've been using me for your own selfish reasons… it doesn't matter. We're over, Malik.” And just like that he turned and left.

 

Ryou could see the flashing lights now.

 

“Why the hell didn't you tell me?” Everyone eyes snapped over to Seto who was glaring at Jou. “All those times I went out with you and brought Mokuba along… he was in danger! Why the fuck didn't you tell me you had people after your life?”

 

“I didn't think it mattered.” Jou responded, eyes clenched as he fought through the pain.

 

“You didn't think it mattered, or you didn't care?”

 

“Of course I care! Mokuba's like a little brother to me!”

 

“Some older brother you are. Do you make it a habit to endanger your younger siblings?”

 

Jou saw red.

 

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut the fuck up! You don't know anything.”

 

“I do know one thing, we're finished. Like hell I'd stay with someone who endangered Mokuba.” He stormed off.

 

The ambulance was practically at the gates.

 

“Yuugi? You're not like them right?”

 

He didn't answer, just gave Yami a look. Tears trailing down his cheeks.

 

“I guess we're done to.” Yami gave Yuugi one last kiss before walking away.

 

It was pulling up.

 

“Otogi?”

 

“I'm sorry.”

 

“We're done then.” He walked away fist clenched.

 

The medics filed out.

 

Ryou looked at all of them. Yuugi, Malik, Jounouchi, Otogi, Shizuka… and Bakura.

 

“Why?”

 

One word, one question, and yet not a single verbal answer.

 

He looked into each of their eyes and understood. Anzu walked over to him, her eyes filled with concern. They left walking side by side as the medics reached Malik and the others. As he passed Bakura he gave him a small smile.

 

This wasn't the end.

 

~~~ *** ~~~

 

“You have to forgive him.”

 

“Why? He was fucking using me! That's all they ever fucking do!” A fist slammed into his wall.

 

Anzu and Honda sat quietly on the couch, arms wrapped around each other. Yami and Seto were in the centre of the mess of pillows on the living room floor, Yami's head in Seto's lap. Ryou sat alone in his recliner, watching as Marik paced the room.

 

Marik punched the wall again.

 

“You have to forgive him.” Ryou repeated.

 

“Why.” Honda asked.

 

“Because they love you.”

 

Marik engaged in a heavy fist fight with the wall. Honda buried his head in Anzu's shoulder, tears escaping from his eyes. Yami sobbed quietly to himself. Seto began growling. Anzu held Honda closer, watching everything with tears in her eyes. Ryou closed his eyes waiting for everything to calm down.

 

Finally, everything began to calm down. Marik picked Ryou up, and placed him in his lap, as he sat down in the recliner.

 

“You have to forgive him.” He sounded like a broken record.

 

“I know.” The words echoed around the room, several people having said them.

 

Later night fell, and everyone moved onto the pillow drenched floor. Blankets were pulled out, as everyone cuddled close, thinking about things that had yet to come. They all fell asleep hoping that everything would be okay.

 

 

Well that's a wrap. Not much to say except I'll start working on the next chapter eventually.