Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Valentine Blues ❯ Confrontation? ( Chapter 7 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Yami Tsuki Tenshi 
Let's just say.... Things get more 'complicated'
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 490 | Status: Completed
Let's just say.... Things get more 'complicated'
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 490 | Status: Completed
YTT: Gomen Nasai for the long wait! I'M SOSOSOSOSOSO SORRY!
Bakura: We get the picture.
Ryou: Right.
YTT: Well I have nothing to say.
Ryou: Disclaimer?
YTT: Disclaimer my ass. If they read this far they don't need it.
Warnings: This will be a weird chapter. MAJOR angst. Well... as much as there can be in a humor fic.
Ryou's POV
~Dream~
I'm running. I don't know from what. All I knew is I had to run. Faster. I'm going too slow. I need to go faster. The surrounding were weird. It was all black. A thick gray mist was surrounding me at all sides. I ran through it intent on losing my stalker. I kept running. Faster. Not fast enough. Soon the scence changed. I was no longer running but standing in the front door entrance of my house.
I slowly opened the door, hearing voices inside. Both were familiar, but muffled by the house and walls. A pushed the door opened which revealed Bakura and Malik. Faster then I can blink Malik went up to Bakura and kissed him. It stunned me at first. But I started to slowly comprehend what was happening when I saw Bakura deepen the kiss. Malik wraped his arms around Bakura's waist pulling him closer. Or at least as close as they can get.
Me? I was shocked. I didn't know what to expect. They broke apart and faced me. I then was aware that there was a bag in my right hand. I slowly dropped it to the ground and turned around. Behind me was my stalker. The one I was so afraid of. It was my love for Bakura.
~End Dream~
I jolted awake. The book on my chest fell carelessly to the floor as I stared around the room. Where was I? Slowly the events started coming back to me. Ran away. Hotel. Right. I retraced my dream. The whole thing making no sense to me. Was what I saw... real? I could've sworn that Malik and Marik go out. Was this dream telling me something? If so what? I turned around and looked at the clock behind me. The red numbers blaring at me reading 7:02 PM. I wanted to remember this dream. I knew it was telling be something. But what? I decided that I would write it down in a poem, rather than write the whole thing.
I grabbed the complimentary note pad and pen on the side of the desk. How do I write it? Hmmm... maybe I can state my feelings in it. Seeing as I was running away from my love for Bakura. How do I put it into words? Hmmm... I thought for about five minutes then jotted down what came to mind. My poem read:
I was happy once
That was before
I loved life once
That was before
I used to Laugh
That was before
I never wore a mask
That was before
I didn't stress over heart-break
That was before
I met you.
When I finished I decided it was time. I had to face Bakura. Judging from that dream, if I don't face him soon my secret will eat me inside out. I might loose the rest of my remaining insanity. Might as well let him know, and be rejected then going through my life waiting to be rejected. I sighed inwardly at my final decision. I was going back. I didn't want to. I had to. So I will. I went around the room shoving everything into my bag. Noting that I still had a lot of space. It was then I noticed the ring. It was in my bag laying at the bottom, under the mess of supplies. I took it out and held it softly in my hand. Running my fingers over the gold patterns.
I put it on, feeling the familiar weight on my chest. As soon as I was sure nothing was left, I called the front desk to confirm my check out. I told them to bill it to the credit card. Once I had hung up I strode over to the door. One last look around the room I opened the door and exited, with a new feeling of determination. I can no longer run from my problems. If I'm lucky, maybe after I tell him he wont go crazy on me and start yelling.
Walking down the hall, I looked at the doors that followed. Some had food trays in front, the food only half eaten. Others had the Domino Press waiting to be read. Pressing the DOWN arrow button I waited for the elevator. I resounding DING went off and I stepped inside. Pressing the Lobby button, I felt the elevator give a slight push and started going down. I listened to the ever annoying classical music in the elevator. It was annoying really. The DING went off and the doors opened. I walked over to the revolving doors and pushed the doors and stepped into the cold rain.
Once again happy that I had bought the umbrella from school. I opened it and started to walk the three mile journey to my home. I decided to sing the song I was planning to sing to Bakura at the dance. The tune was simple and sweet. Something everyone would want to listen to. I sang softly as I passed all the shops. In a GAP store I saw kids tugging on their mother's sleeve begging for a shirt or two. In another window, I saw two people sitting at a table drinking what appeared to be a cup of coffee. Both laughing and chatting away. I felt a pang of sadness but shoved it away.
I tried to prepare myself on what would happen. I can't foul up. Or run away. I will face him. No matter what happens. Before I knew it, I had stopped singing and I was sure I was glaring at something. That something being my house. I was here. I walked up to the patio, up the three wooden steps. I sat down in a chair near the door. So close. I'm so close. So what's holding me back? Why don't I write a note to him. Then just give it to him? Easier, and really I don't have to face his rejection. I can just lock myself in my room. Hmm... simple enough.
I took out the same pad that I had written my poem on and flipped to a fresh page. Took out the pen and then wrote:
Dear Bakura,
I do not know how to say this, so I'll state in plain and simple. I love you. Your shocked arn't you? Maybe even shaking in rage. Or you could be standing there like an idiot. I don't know. And personally I don't care. I had to tell you before I send myself to the asylum. I hope that you do not decide to kill me. I do not chose who I love. Love choses me.
Love,
Ryou
I liked it. I got up and closed my umbrella, forgeting to do so earlier. I stood up and straightned my rumpled clothes. I heaved a large sigh and walked towards the door. I heard a faint yelling. As I got closer, I regconized the voice instantly. Malik. What's happening in there? I placed my hand firmly onto the doorknob. There was still noise inside. I turned the knob and gave a slight push with my body to get it open. The door swung open to reveal that my dream.... had come true. Malik was standing there then all of a sudden kissed Bakura. His eyes wide when the door opened, I decided to not leave. I don't care what the fuck destiny is trying to do with my mind.
Malik quickly jumped a step back from Bakura his eyes wide too. My face betrayed my emotions. I wore a deadly calm mask, when inside I was sobbing. Knowing that the one I loved... didn't feel the same. Being alone for three days taught me something. It taught me never to show your emotions. Never. They both just gaped at me as I walked towards the pair.
"I hope I'm not interupputing anything." I said coldly.
"N-no y-you wern't R-ryou." Malik stammered. HA! Stammered. Pssshhhtt. Screw this shit. I'm done with love.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to come here unwelcomed." I flatly stated. I put my bag down, I would have no further use of it. My expression still neutral. I turned around and walked out the door. Not caring if it was raining. Not caring if I just saw my best friend and my crush kiss. I didn't care anymore. There was nothing I could do. What happened, happened. I need to accept the fact that Bakura isn't mine. As I exited I said "Good evening." Then I was gone.
Bakura's POV
I paced back and forth. Ryou didn't even tell me where he was at the hotel! How can I NOT worry about him? Malik sat on the couch saying something I wasn't paying attention to. Did Ryou hate me? Did he not trust me? Every so often I would yell a string of egyptian curses.
"Bakura..." I didn't listen.
"Bakura." I ignored him.
"BAKURA!" So he yelled at me? Fuck him. His aibou didn't leave him. HIS love didn't just ignore him AND run away. He didn't have to worry about HIS Yami. Fuck him. He doesn't know what kind of hell I'm going through. He doens't have to go through shit anymore. I wont listen to him. I don't WANT to liten to him. I don't even know why the hell he's here! Then all of a sudden he grabbed me by my shoulders and slapped me across my face. I didn't notice. I just keep ignoring him. Then. He. Kissed. Me. He fucking kissed me! That was when the door swung open to reveal my hikari.
Malik jumped back and I stared my eyes as wide as saucers. He caught me kissing... KISSING MALIK! I dread to think of what that might have looked like. Ryou's face first showed shock and reject, but was soon covered up with a cold, hard stare.
"I hope I'm not interuppting anything." He spat coldly. It made me freeze. This was Ryou. My hikari. The once inoccent aura around him disappeared.
"N-no y-you wen't R-you." Malik choked out. I made a mental note to kill his ass before he left.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to come here unwelcomed." Owch. That hurt. He glared at the both of us. I gulped. He was mad.... I was about to say something when he put his bag down. I was about to yelp for joy, I thought he was staying. He then turned around and started to walk out the door. Again as I was about to say something he said "Good Evening." Then left. HE LEFT GOD DAMMIT! WHY?! As soon as some of the shock wore off I turned and faced Malik.
"You. Fucking. BASTARD." I screamed in rage.
"Fuck you Bakura. If would have LISTENED to me you wouldn't be in the deep shit you're in now." He said calmly as he walked back to his place on the couch.
"Ryou fucking saw you fucking kiss me you stupid bitch!" I was mad. Real mad. REALLY REALLY mad.
"Do you wanna know why I told you to listen to me?"
"No."
"I'll tell you anyway. I saw Ryou outside the window. He was sitting down and writing something. You being the dense idiot that you are didn't see the note he held in his hand. Nor did you see that same note on the floor in front of your eyes." I looked down and there was a note. Scribbled in Ryou's neat hand writing it said To:Bakura. I picked it up in my hand and stared at it.
"What the hell are you waiting for? AN INVITATION? Open the god damn thing!" He yelled at me.
"Damn... alright alright." I opened the note and started to shake after finishing it. It had said:
Dear Bakura,
I do not know how to say this, so I'll state in plain and simple. I love you. Your shocked arn't you? Maybe even shaking in rage. Or you could be standing there like an idiot. I don't know. And personally I don't care. I had to tell you before I send myself to the asylum. I hope that you do not decide to kill me. I do not chose who I love. Love choses me.
Love,
Ryou
I collapsed to my knees and stared at the floor.
"There's no way he'll forgive me now..." I mumbled. My bangs covering my eyes, I started to cry.
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YTT: Sorry it's short. I wrote some of it in class... then I typed that onto my laptop. I added a few things but not alot.
Bakura: Damn....
Ryou: I'm mean. ^___^
YTT: Yup! Please R&R!!! No flames! Flame me and I will sic a Drunk Horny Anzu/Tea on you! While she rants on about her friendship speeches!!
Bakura: THE HORROR!
YTT: I know!! ^____^
YTT: Kay, I'll try and update every weeked.
R&B: Read and review!!! AND NO FLAMES!
Bakura: We get the picture.
Ryou: Right.
YTT: Well I have nothing to say.
Ryou: Disclaimer?
YTT: Disclaimer my ass. If they read this far they don't need it.
Warnings: This will be a weird chapter. MAJOR angst. Well... as much as there can be in a humor fic.
Ryou's POV
~Dream~
I'm running. I don't know from what. All I knew is I had to run. Faster. I'm going too slow. I need to go faster. The surrounding were weird. It was all black. A thick gray mist was surrounding me at all sides. I ran through it intent on losing my stalker. I kept running. Faster. Not fast enough. Soon the scence changed. I was no longer running but standing in the front door entrance of my house.
I slowly opened the door, hearing voices inside. Both were familiar, but muffled by the house and walls. A pushed the door opened which revealed Bakura and Malik. Faster then I can blink Malik went up to Bakura and kissed him. It stunned me at first. But I started to slowly comprehend what was happening when I saw Bakura deepen the kiss. Malik wraped his arms around Bakura's waist pulling him closer. Or at least as close as they can get.
Me? I was shocked. I didn't know what to expect. They broke apart and faced me. I then was aware that there was a bag in my right hand. I slowly dropped it to the ground and turned around. Behind me was my stalker. The one I was so afraid of. It was my love for Bakura.
~End Dream~
I jolted awake. The book on my chest fell carelessly to the floor as I stared around the room. Where was I? Slowly the events started coming back to me. Ran away. Hotel. Right. I retraced my dream. The whole thing making no sense to me. Was what I saw... real? I could've sworn that Malik and Marik go out. Was this dream telling me something? If so what? I turned around and looked at the clock behind me. The red numbers blaring at me reading 7:02 PM. I wanted to remember this dream. I knew it was telling be something. But what? I decided that I would write it down in a poem, rather than write the whole thing.
I grabbed the complimentary note pad and pen on the side of the desk. How do I write it? Hmmm... maybe I can state my feelings in it. Seeing as I was running away from my love for Bakura. How do I put it into words? Hmmm... I thought for about five minutes then jotted down what came to mind. My poem read:
I was happy once
That was before
I loved life once
That was before
I used to Laugh
That was before
I never wore a mask
That was before
I didn't stress over heart-break
That was before
I met you.
When I finished I decided it was time. I had to face Bakura. Judging from that dream, if I don't face him soon my secret will eat me inside out. I might loose the rest of my remaining insanity. Might as well let him know, and be rejected then going through my life waiting to be rejected. I sighed inwardly at my final decision. I was going back. I didn't want to. I had to. So I will. I went around the room shoving everything into my bag. Noting that I still had a lot of space. It was then I noticed the ring. It was in my bag laying at the bottom, under the mess of supplies. I took it out and held it softly in my hand. Running my fingers over the gold patterns.
I put it on, feeling the familiar weight on my chest. As soon as I was sure nothing was left, I called the front desk to confirm my check out. I told them to bill it to the credit card. Once I had hung up I strode over to the door. One last look around the room I opened the door and exited, with a new feeling of determination. I can no longer run from my problems. If I'm lucky, maybe after I tell him he wont go crazy on me and start yelling.
Walking down the hall, I looked at the doors that followed. Some had food trays in front, the food only half eaten. Others had the Domino Press waiting to be read. Pressing the DOWN arrow button I waited for the elevator. I resounding DING went off and I stepped inside. Pressing the Lobby button, I felt the elevator give a slight push and started going down. I listened to the ever annoying classical music in the elevator. It was annoying really. The DING went off and the doors opened. I walked over to the revolving doors and pushed the doors and stepped into the cold rain.
Once again happy that I had bought the umbrella from school. I opened it and started to walk the three mile journey to my home. I decided to sing the song I was planning to sing to Bakura at the dance. The tune was simple and sweet. Something everyone would want to listen to. I sang softly as I passed all the shops. In a GAP store I saw kids tugging on their mother's sleeve begging for a shirt or two. In another window, I saw two people sitting at a table drinking what appeared to be a cup of coffee. Both laughing and chatting away. I felt a pang of sadness but shoved it away.
I tried to prepare myself on what would happen. I can't foul up. Or run away. I will face him. No matter what happens. Before I knew it, I had stopped singing and I was sure I was glaring at something. That something being my house. I was here. I walked up to the patio, up the three wooden steps. I sat down in a chair near the door. So close. I'm so close. So what's holding me back? Why don't I write a note to him. Then just give it to him? Easier, and really I don't have to face his rejection. I can just lock myself in my room. Hmm... simple enough.
I took out the same pad that I had written my poem on and flipped to a fresh page. Took out the pen and then wrote:
Dear Bakura,
I do not know how to say this, so I'll state in plain and simple. I love you. Your shocked arn't you? Maybe even shaking in rage. Or you could be standing there like an idiot. I don't know. And personally I don't care. I had to tell you before I send myself to the asylum. I hope that you do not decide to kill me. I do not chose who I love. Love choses me.
Love,
Ryou
I liked it. I got up and closed my umbrella, forgeting to do so earlier. I stood up and straightned my rumpled clothes. I heaved a large sigh and walked towards the door. I heard a faint yelling. As I got closer, I regconized the voice instantly. Malik. What's happening in there? I placed my hand firmly onto the doorknob. There was still noise inside. I turned the knob and gave a slight push with my body to get it open. The door swung open to reveal that my dream.... had come true. Malik was standing there then all of a sudden kissed Bakura. His eyes wide when the door opened, I decided to not leave. I don't care what the fuck destiny is trying to do with my mind.
Malik quickly jumped a step back from Bakura his eyes wide too. My face betrayed my emotions. I wore a deadly calm mask, when inside I was sobbing. Knowing that the one I loved... didn't feel the same. Being alone for three days taught me something. It taught me never to show your emotions. Never. They both just gaped at me as I walked towards the pair.
"I hope I'm not interupputing anything." I said coldly.
"N-no y-you wern't R-ryou." Malik stammered. HA! Stammered. Pssshhhtt. Screw this shit. I'm done with love.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to come here unwelcomed." I flatly stated. I put my bag down, I would have no further use of it. My expression still neutral. I turned around and walked out the door. Not caring if it was raining. Not caring if I just saw my best friend and my crush kiss. I didn't care anymore. There was nothing I could do. What happened, happened. I need to accept the fact that Bakura isn't mine. As I exited I said "Good evening." Then I was gone.
Bakura's POV
I paced back and forth. Ryou didn't even tell me where he was at the hotel! How can I NOT worry about him? Malik sat on the couch saying something I wasn't paying attention to. Did Ryou hate me? Did he not trust me? Every so often I would yell a string of egyptian curses.
"Bakura..." I didn't listen.
"Bakura." I ignored him.
"BAKURA!" So he yelled at me? Fuck him. His aibou didn't leave him. HIS love didn't just ignore him AND run away. He didn't have to worry about HIS Yami. Fuck him. He doesn't know what kind of hell I'm going through. He doens't have to go through shit anymore. I wont listen to him. I don't WANT to liten to him. I don't even know why the hell he's here! Then all of a sudden he grabbed me by my shoulders and slapped me across my face. I didn't notice. I just keep ignoring him. Then. He. Kissed. Me. He fucking kissed me! That was when the door swung open to reveal my hikari.
Malik jumped back and I stared my eyes as wide as saucers. He caught me kissing... KISSING MALIK! I dread to think of what that might have looked like. Ryou's face first showed shock and reject, but was soon covered up with a cold, hard stare.
"I hope I'm not interuppting anything." He spat coldly. It made me freeze. This was Ryou. My hikari. The once inoccent aura around him disappeared.
"N-no y-you wen't R-you." Malik choked out. I made a mental note to kill his ass before he left.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to come here unwelcomed." Owch. That hurt. He glared at the both of us. I gulped. He was mad.... I was about to say something when he put his bag down. I was about to yelp for joy, I thought he was staying. He then turned around and started to walk out the door. Again as I was about to say something he said "Good Evening." Then left. HE LEFT GOD DAMMIT! WHY?! As soon as some of the shock wore off I turned and faced Malik.
"You. Fucking. BASTARD." I screamed in rage.
"Fuck you Bakura. If would have LISTENED to me you wouldn't be in the deep shit you're in now." He said calmly as he walked back to his place on the couch.
"Ryou fucking saw you fucking kiss me you stupid bitch!" I was mad. Real mad. REALLY REALLY mad.
"Do you wanna know why I told you to listen to me?"
"No."
"I'll tell you anyway. I saw Ryou outside the window. He was sitting down and writing something. You being the dense idiot that you are didn't see the note he held in his hand. Nor did you see that same note on the floor in front of your eyes." I looked down and there was a note. Scribbled in Ryou's neat hand writing it said To:Bakura. I picked it up in my hand and stared at it.
"What the hell are you waiting for? AN INVITATION? Open the god damn thing!" He yelled at me.
"Damn... alright alright." I opened the note and started to shake after finishing it. It had said:
Dear Bakura,
I do not know how to say this, so I'll state in plain and simple. I love you. Your shocked arn't you? Maybe even shaking in rage. Or you could be standing there like an idiot. I don't know. And personally I don't care. I had to tell you before I send myself to the asylum. I hope that you do not decide to kill me. I do not chose who I love. Love choses me.
Love,
Ryou
I collapsed to my knees and stared at the floor.
"There's no way he'll forgive me now..." I mumbled. My bangs covering my eyes, I started to cry.
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YTT: Sorry it's short. I wrote some of it in class... then I typed that onto my laptop. I added a few things but not alot.
Bakura: Damn....
Ryou: I'm mean. ^___^
YTT: Yup! Please R&R!!! No flames! Flame me and I will sic a Drunk Horny Anzu/Tea on you! While she rants on about her friendship speeches!!
Bakura: THE HORROR!
YTT: I know!! ^____^
YTT: Kay, I'll try and update every weeked.
R&B: Read and review!!! AND NO FLAMES!