Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You Already Have a Valentine ❯ Suprise! ( Chapter 1 )

And here it comes again, the most cliché holiday of the year, almost as overused by the industries as Christmas. Neon pink, red, and chocolate hearts, stupid cupids, and Hallmark greeting cards shall invade one crisp February morning...a morning that is, not so ironically, tomorrow. Saint Valentine's Day...it's a beautiful holiday, really, despite how commercialized it is, but it makes all the smiling couples who float down the sidewalks, hands clasped, kissing each other passionate hellos, goodbyes, and everything-in-betweens that much more obvious. It makes the stinging shards of loneliness drive that much deeper. I envy those blissful couples.

I know I should be happy with my friends. I'm too young to have a serious relationship, still in high school. I know that, I do. And I'm not alone. I just wish...

...I wish...

 

A big, fat, crocodile tear plopped and splattered on the page, followed by another, and another and another, until Ryou snatched up the journal and slammed it into the wall on the other side of his room. A large tear plipped on his arm.

Chocolate eyes glared murder for a moment, tears running crystal tracks down his pale cheeks. He reached to brush them away, and found them coming harder and harder, nose running. He curled into a tight ball, sobbing anxiously. His own slim arms encircled himself as he imagined someone else were there to comfort him, someone whispering words of love and condolence. Only fantasy could brush away his tears and let him know he mattered. Only fantasy cared enough.

When his sobs quieted sufficiently, he dabbed his tears and nose with a tissue. Blowing up tentatively to cool his face and reduce redness, he glanced into the mirror. Silver blonde hair framing an innocent face with large brown eyes greeted him. Aside from two over bright eyes, he appeared normal. Ryou sighed in relief. He didn't want to look a mess when Bakura came home from seeing a movie with some random friend. What Ryou didn't notice was the overtly obvious pout on his lips that was quite out of character.

Ryou quickly put away the drawing he scribbled when he heard a door open and shut downstairs. Two male voices laughed and joked, and Ryou headed down to join them. Walking slowly down the hallway stairs, he noted the silence. Walking into the den, which functioned as parlor, TV and game room, he rounded the corner, and ran smack into a major surprise.

Bakura was kissing...a guy. A very beautiful boy with waist-length, waved, mahogany silk hair, petal candy lips, a cute, pert nose, a nice tan, and a soft sprinkling of freckles and blushes across his cheeks, but he was nonetheless a guy. Oh...oh my. The boy moaned into Bakura's kiss, writhing against the coveted body grinding his into the wall. A delicate hand fondled Bakura's ass, and Ryou glared at it. Get your hands off MY ass...oh, what am I thinking?

Then Ryou saw breezy sky eyes...and they were staring right at him.

The boy shoved Bakura off him blinking pale eyes at Ryou.

Ryou blinked.

And blinked again.

"Oh, Ryou, nice to see you," Bakura called through a smile, but to Ryou the statement was said with derision, and the welcoming smile a smirk. "Ryou, this is Kurt Singleton, an American transfer student. Kurt, this is...Ryou?"

The silver-haired boy fled upstairs, but even as he left, sobs echoed behind him.

"Eh, sorry Kurt. I don't know why he's being so obnoxious. Ryou is a bit shy, but this is ridiculous."

Kurt blinked, and grinned a rather handsome smile. "He likes you."

"Don't be ridiculous." Bakura's eyes flashed a warning glint of anger, but Kurt ignored it.

"He likes you. Did you see the way he glared at me or what? I mean, you'd have to be blind to miss the jealousy in those eyes."

"Oh, I'm blind, am I?" This time the warning was unmistakable as Bakura half growled.

"I'm sorry Bakura. I thought you realized."

"Excuse me." With a nod of obvious imperial dismissal, Bakura headed up the stairs. Ryou had seemed a bit upset, and that simply wouldn't do. Tomorrow wasn't just Saint Valentine's-it was Ryou's birthday. Cold hearted as Bakura may have been, he cared about his former host. The little brat had earned himself something of a soft spot.

Uggh, he earned himself more than a soft spot. Last time I spent my time fantasizing about somebody, I just had him and that was it. Now I'm trying to date guys that remind me of him because I don't want to hurt him. I won't even be with someone who looks too much like him because I feel guilty when I eventually dump them. This is pathetic.

"Ryou?" Bakura called out tentatively as he ascended the stairs.

"What?" answered a sniffley voice.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

"You're crying." Bakura opened the unlocked door. Sure enough, Ryou curled in the middle of the bed, arms around himself, sobbing.

"I'm FINE."

"Ryou-kun..." Bakura sat on the bed and combed his fingers through Ryou's hair, stroking the small boy's back. Ryou cuddled into the touch, but stiffened at the question. "Can you tell me what's wrong?" Ryou curled into Bakura wantonly, but ignored the question. In an out-of-character attempt to lighten the mood, Bakura joked, "Did you get your period?"

"I'm not a bloody girl...," Ryou sniffled.

Oh boy do I know that Ryou. Do you have any idea how many times I've imagined your body naked on mine...you'd be-oh Ra, I'm going to make myself so hard.

"Look, itosh-er, Ryou, I'm just trying to make you feel better."

Blink. "Thank you. I am sorry." Itoshi? Did he just call me that? I've gone insane.

Baka. Did you just call him that? He'll be so disgusted.

"Oyasumi nasai, shatei. Sleep well." Bakura left for his own room just down the hallway.

Shatei? My little brother? You are sending some very mixed messages Bakura.

...at least you care.

A small smile curved Ryou's lips as he closed his eyes to think and drift off.

 

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Itoshi - darling, basically

Oyasumi nasai - good night (said before sleep)

Shatei - my little brother. I'm not sure what the difference is between shatei and ottoto, the common word for younger brother which I use on mine, but I liked the sound of this one better. It's cuter, or something, I guess.

Well, here is something I started while fighting off brain-deadness and writer's block. Actually, I don't have writer's block, I'm just having a little trouble getting what I want to say to come out right. Typical.

In any case, this is an idea, which I think I like, but I refuse to post the next chapter until someone tells me they like it and they want me to update. If you want to yell at me about my other story, that's fine too. As always, constructive criticism is more than welcome. I know my writing needs improvement and I wont take offense. I just need to know someone's reading this junk. ^_^ I love you all, Minna-san.

~Mala