Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Young Lovers ❯ Reflecting Tears ( Chapter 3 )

So yea I got a pretty good response for the last two chapters… more than I expected so groovy! Um yea I'm going to run through the "thank you's" and then we'll get on with the story. It's four pages this time, which is longer than the others, I'm really trying to bang out longer chapters, but what can I say my muses took a vaca for a few weeks and I'm trying to force them back!

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All my cool reviewers get cookies! I'm feeling the love! ::hugs for all:: Well here is the update you all demanded and I hope you enjoy it as much as the previous chapters!

Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh; `cause if I did there would be many changes! Plot is mine and based on true events, other non-YuGiOh characters are mine and uh yea I think that's all I need to cover…

Ok so yea on with the story!

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Chapter Three: Reflecting Tears

"Ryou, Ryou, Ryou!"

The boy looked around wildly. Someone was calling out. But who?

"Ryou, Ryou, Ryou!"

Who was Ryou? Why was he needed? Was there something this person had to do? Well if this Ryou guy was not here maybe he could help. But wait, who was he? Could he be this Ryou that was desperately being sought out?

"Ryou, Ryou, Ryou!"

"Do you need help? I don't know where or who Ryou is but, but I can help you!" The boy called out. He looked blindly around him, where was this voice, why were there no lights. Where was he?

"Ryou, Ryou, Ryou!" The calls turned into frantic yells.

Maybe he was Ryou. It was worth a shot; maybe if he said he was this Ryou the screaming would stop.

"I- I'm here! What do you need? Where are you?"

"RYOU, RYOU, RYOU!" Why wouldn't they stop?

"I'M RYOU! I'M HERE! WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"I want you to wake up you little shit head!"

What!?

The dream world came crashing down around Ryou as he opened his eyes to see Keith and four or five other boys standing over him. He shot up into a sitting position and looked around him. "What's going on?" Ryou asked, they all looked so worried, and Keith ... whoa. Keith looked ready to find many different ways to kill him.

"What's going on? WHAT'S GOING ON? You almost KILLED yourself that's what's going on! What the hell are you thinking? Does the name `Seto Kaiba' mean anything to you? You try and off yourself on the biggest night of your career? You little shit head! Get your ass up and get ready, before I take care of you myself!" Keith stormed out of the room. The other boys looked at the door and back to Ryou. He shook his head and asked again, "What's going on?"

"You snuffed too much, mate." A skinny boy with flaming red hair said, handing the empty can of pain thinner and plastic bag to Ryou. He let them drop to the floor as he shakily stood up and scratched his head. An arm slid around Ryou's waste to keep him steady. He turned and recognized the older boy, Adair. "Come on. I'll help you get ready. The lot of you git. No shows tonight, you all got work to get ready for!" Adair waited until all the other boys had left before setting Ryou down on his bed. "Ok doll-face, I'm gonna make you look so smashing that Kaiba guy won't be able to resist you!" Ryou made a small grunt in response as Adair began to rummage through his closet. "So what kinda look should we go for here?" Adair thought aloud, his Romanian accent was strong. It had taken months before Ryou could understand half of what he said; if he was in fact remembering the right boy. So many boys came in and out of the house those first years he could hardly remember who in the house now were `originals' and who were added along later.

Ryou just sat on his bed zoning out while Adair continued to rifle through his clothes. He was brought abruptly back to attention, when Adair gave out a triumphant whoop. Ryou looked up and smiled as Adair held out an outfit.

"Ryou, darling! I believe I have out done myself!" Adair threw the tight black leather pants at Ryou first. "Should I go commando or what with these? I don't think all my uh stuff plus my boxers will fit into this...." Ryou looked at the pants warily. Adair looked at the pants for a moment before snapping his fingers. "Those sport-short things should do the trick... since you look terrified at the prospect of `free-ballin' it" Adair said with a laugh. Ryou got up and began to locate a pair of sport-shorts as Adair discreetly turned his back. Ryou made a loud grunt as he fastened the pants, tight wasn't a good enough word to describe the way the leather clung to him. Adair just laughed and threw an open collared black silk shirt at Ryou's bare chest. Ryou's features pinched into a grimace when he looked in the mirror.

"I look like I just walked off the set of a cheesy vampire movie, all I need is the bloody chin and tren-"

"TRENCH COAT!" Adair squealed as he draped a long, black leather duster over Ryou's shoulders. Ryou shook his head with a smile as Adair bounced around the room, his blonde dread locks flopping about, and green eyes flashing with happiness. Ryou's smile fell slowly from his lips and he sat with a loud sigh on his bed. Adair who didn't notice Ryou's sudden mood swing continued to flail about the room. Ryou looked up at him and said, "Adair, why are you so happy?"

Adair stopped spinning and fell to the floor in front of Ryou. He looked up at Ryou from his sprawled position on the floor and grinned. "I am a clothing genius! Look at how fast that lovely outfit came together under my expert eye!" Adair threw his arms up and giggled again. Ryou shook his head and leaned forward to catch Adair's hands in his own. "No, I'm serious Adair!" Adair stopped giggling and looked up at Ryou, curiosity etched on his Romanian features. "You, and the other boys, you always act so happy. Like, like this is some fantastic time that we should be happy to be living in. You act like you don't even know what we are, how people will see us when we get older. How will anyone ever be able to love us after they find out what we used to be, how we got to be this way. How will we have real jobs, respectable jobs? How can you treat this like some happy-go-fucking-lucky game? IT'S NOT A GAME! It's a hell! It's an enslavement!" Ryou breathed heavily from his ranting, he wasn't mad at Adair, he was... well he didn't really know what he was. He released Adair's hands and rested his head in his own. He barely heard Adair get up and sit next to him.

"I act happy, Ryou. We all do. What's the point in being depressed, being angered, being... nothing? Why not find some joy?" Adair looked sadly at Ryou. "What joy, Adair? Tell me where there is joy?! We are prostitutes! WHORES! WORTHLESS! We, we are nothing." Ryou let the tears fall freely. Adair got up and kneeled in front of Ryou, grabbing his shoulders. He shook him lightly until Ryou lifted his head from his hands and stared into the emeralds before him.

"I am not worthless, and neither are you or any other boy here. We are here because of mistakes by others; we hold no fault or responsibility in being where and who we are. It was destiny that we are here; we are atoning for our sins in our previous lives. And don't scoff at me like that, I am right in my own mind. So shut up and listen. There is joy everywhere. All you must do is look for it. My brother, joy is having no bedtime. Joy is not starving every night. Joy can be found in lying with the oldest man, the ugliest woman and all those in between. Don't shake your head, listen to me, child! You have clothes, nice, wonderful clothes to wear. You have food to eat, and a place to live. You are alive, and in good health and mostly good company." Ryou sat and listened, soaking in what this wise teen was saying to him. Adair continued, "Find the joy with the man you bed tonight. Find something he does to you, or you do to him that you can keep with you always. Find some niche of pretend love to hold on to. Listen to the way he breaths, the way he'll call you're name. There is always a form of love there. And love is joy." Adair smiled and pulled Ryou into a tight hug.

Safety, love, tenderness; emotions he had never felt before swallowed him as he half lay in the embrace of his friend. This was a moment to savor; Ryou took in the smell of Adair's shirt, the salty taste of the skin near his lips, the feel of absolute acceptance in Adair's arms. `Let this moment never end,' Ryou wished silently. Of course, when one wishes such things, they tend to end rather quickly. This case being no exception, the boys pulled apart as Keith's loud, yet happy yell wafted up from the living room.

"COME ON BOYS IT'S TIME TO HEAD OUT!"

"Oh no Adair, you're not dressed! You're not ready!" Ryou half moaned, half screamed. All his complaining would cause Adair to be punished, they all had to look their best tonight. Ryou began apologizing, but Adair cut him off. "Hey, I'm the Genius Of Clothes remember! Don't worry, head down and I will meet you out there!" Adair rushed from the room, leaving Ryou to check for all his necessities. His jacket pocket would have to hold his selection of condoms for the night, along with his wallet, which held his identification card, should anything happen to him. Normally such things would go into his pants pockets, but the leather trousers that Adair had dressed him in would not accommodate any more than a strand of dental floss. Ryou shrugged into his jacket and walked carefully down the stairs.

`Time to go to work.'

I really liked this chapter, if I do say so myself! I felt it was a bit of an abrupt ending but I didn't want to drag it out too much. I'm already about half way done with the next chapter, but I do start school tomorrow, which leaves a lot less time for writing. Hopefully if I'm not working Saturday or Sunday night I can finish the chapter. Anywho reviews welcome but not necessary, thanks for checking out the story and yea beta readers are welcome! ::hopeful smile::