| Genre: yu_gi_oh | |
| Chapter 1 | |
| Title: 'Cause to Love You | |
| Author: KittyBlue | |
| Chapters: multi-part [1 of??] | |
| Status: incomplete | |
| Type: au, angst, shounen ai (but it will be yaoi soon enough!), romance with a lot of sugary fluff, lemony or at least some lime | |
| Rating: R to be safe in later chapters (but it will probably reach NC17) | |
| Parings: Well.. Ryou/Someone-that-is-a-secret-for-now and Bakura + Mariku, Malik + Ryou | |
| Summary: What do you do when you can't scream your love for him? What to do when the person you love is the one you are supposed to hate? What do you do especially when your own protective brother is there every day to remind you of that? | |
| Warnings: Lemony ahead.. some later chapters I guess.. :S Don't have any good warning to this one.. *lol* | |
| C&C: Just say something! [email protected] | |
| Disclaimer: The Yu-Gi-Oh! characters aren't mine.. unfortunately.. I still don't have my own Ryou-chan.. and I'm sure I don't have any Ryuuji-chan too.. So no.. Not mine.. Back off Suzi! When I have a Ryou-chan, I'll make him seduce a Malik! :p Or you can get a Malik and make him seduce a Ryou-chan.. hum..^^ Still.. not mine.. *sniffles* | |
| New story! Ahhh.. I'm so crazy.. The weird things come to my head when I can't get no sleep.. So.. another story.. this one in English, as nowadays I don't write enough.. I miss my English class so much.. :( | |
| "So, I'll tell you again.. and I really hope that this is the last time.. If I ever see or hear that you have been near my brother, you won't even remember your name the next morning. I'll take care of that personally too, do you understand me? Or are you really too dense to lose some limbs?" | |
| "Nope, I understood, Bakura-sama." | |
| "I really don't like that annoying smirk, Ishtar." | |
| "I don't know what you're talking about, Bakura-sama." | |
| "Well, now you did it!" | |
| The silver-haired boy threw himself at the blonde, his hands close to his face, if not for Seto Kaiba and Atemu Yami, those two ready to close in around him and stop him. | |
| "Bakura, you know that this isn't going to do anything, right?" | |
| "Who asked your opinion, Yami?" | |
| "..I think you should just calm down, Bakura." | |
| Bakura glared at Seto too, preparing to say something back at him for interfering too, but Mariku Ishtar, his long-time arch-enemy, just had to laugh and, giving them his back, started his way to his house, which was on the other side of the street. | |
| "So, you're running away? You better! If you don't want your ugly face in a pulp!" | |
| He was rewarded with Mariku's laugh again, which only made him even more frustrated and angry. | |
| "Can you calm down, for heaven's sake?" | |
| "You stuff it!" | |
| He gave his two "friends" the cold shoulder and did his own way home. His house was really the one he was in front of. Even after entering the sanctuary of his home, he could still hear Yami and Kaiba outside talking about what had happened, some other voices, probably neighbors, saying something about how the world was coming to an end because of Bakura and Mariku, but he really didn't care. | |
| Bakura made his way into the bathroom, really to take a shower, what he was doing a minute ago, if not for what had happened. | |
| xxxxFlashback xxxx | |
| Bakura had arrived home that afternoon tired and frustrated. He had spent the last two days stuck in his office on a project that had left him without much time for anything else. So, what was his surprise when he saw some punk friend of his brother sitting in the stairs of their home. | |
| "What do you want?" He asked quickly as he passed the blond boy, preparing to enter his home sweet home. His plans for the day were a hot bath and then at least 15 hours of sleep. | |
| "Oh.. I was waiting for Ryou.. He left school earlier and I wanted to ask him for help with some things.. I'm really close to failing most of my classes." | |
| "Jou, right?" Bakura, feeling generous, did a once-over on that floor, screaming his brother's name a few times, and then returned to the door. "Well, sorry, but he's not home. Good day." He closed the door in the guy's face and was climbing the stairs when he heard the doorbell. | |
| If it's that Jou kid.. I swear I'll kill him.. | |
| "What now?" | |
| "Hum.. Do you know if he's with the Egyptian guy??" | |
| Bakura was going to send him to hell.. when.. | |
| "What did you say? Ryou's with..?" | |
| Jou didn't have time to answer as the silver-haired man saw a blond Mariku Ishtar leaving home right at that moment. As Mariku was approaching his bike, which was probably just next to his sports car, Bakura ran his way. He had already warned him several years ago when Ryou moved in that he didn't want him talking to him.. now was the time to make.. another type of warning. | |
| xxxxFlashback End xxxx | |
| Of course, that didn't go well. Not only had Mariku laughed in his face, he had insulted him, and then when he was finally losing his temper, Kaiba and Yami had to go and rescue the damned ugly and stupid blond. | |
| Bakura started stripping his clothes. First, his socks, following his white t-shirt, as his jacket had stayed in the living room, and then his black pants. He looked over himself in the mirror, his shoulder-length silvery spiked hair making him seem dangerous, but the tired lines on his face giving him a much more calm touch, for now. Of course, his red-brown eyes didn't help much more, he had been sleeping so little.. | |
| He tried not to think about anything more, the important thing was that he had at least two days now to sleep, eat, bath, get laid.. yeah, all those necessary things to human life. He looked at the bathtub, approaching it, he turned the hot water tap, feeling kind of sleepy just leaning there waiting. A minute later found him in the bathtub, relaxing his tired and aching body. | |
| I would kill to have someone here right now.. a sex slave, would be nice.. | |
| He laughed for a moment, then quieted as his mind revolved to the matter at hand. Mariku Ishtar and his little brother Ryou.. | |
| Fuck.. I will kill that son of a bitch.. if I know that he touched Ryou.. I will drown him in that big old swamp that he has in his backyard, if it's still there.. who knows. | |
| "Kura-niii??" | |
| "Ryou!" | |
| He stood up, grabbing a towel, leaving his bath-time to much later, maybe after he had slept some. Right now, this was more important. | |
| He tied his hair in a small ponytail, drying himself and then putting on his black cotton bathrobe. He heard movement in the living room, so he made his way there. The first thing he noticed as he entered the room was Ryou sitting on the couch, remote in hand.. and a silly smile on his face. | |
| "What happened?" | |
| His brother turned around and jumped standing on his knees on the couch. He kind of looked him over, trying to find some mark of Mariku's paws on him, but.. apart from that.. weird.. smile.. that wasn't anything weird with him. | |
| "What's going on?" | |
| "What do you mean, nii-san?" | |
| "Jou stopped by some hours ago." | |
| "Oh.." He watched with some attention Ryou's hand nervously touching the end of his braid. "Did he say anything?" | |
| "I don't know. Something you want to tell me?" | |
| I will kill Mariku.. even if I have to die the next day. | |
| "N-nothing." | |
| "Hum.. SO.. have you made friends with the neighbors? Some new friends?" He crossed his arms and looked pointedly at him. Ryou had moved in with him almost three months now. Almost everyone had warmed up to him, he would be far to say that probably the neighbors liked Ryou better than him. | |
| "New friends.. no." | |
| "Really.. Jou said you had made.. an Egyptian friend.." | |
| "Oh.. he's weird like that.. he probably mistook some guy from school for.. an Egyptian guy.. whatever that means.." | |
| "Ryou.. you know that if there's something that I hate more than that damned Ishtar.. is lies. I would prefer if you just told me the truth so I could scream and insult your intelligence." | |
| "Kura-nii.. I swear.. no Egyptian friend.." | |
| Bakura sighed. He probably had gone all wrong with this. | |
| He should have first looked through his things and then maybe set him up in a trap to make him tell me.. Now there's no chance. | |
| "Okay. I'm really tired, so.. I'm going to sleep.. Don't wake me up today, not even if you blow up something in the kitchen, not even if someone comes to see me, not even if the house falls on our head.. I want to sleep." | |
| "Sure." | |
| Bakura sent him a quick glare, trying to see if Ryou would say anything else. But his brother just gave him a sweet, sugary smile that made him almost, almost, say sorry for suspecting him of conspiring with the enemy.. almost being the key, of course. He had known Ryou for a lot of things, but not for lying to him.. It looked like Mariku was having a bad influence.. | |
| xxxxxxxx | |
| Next Day | |
| Ryou woke up the next morning feeling guilty. He had promised to never lie to his brother. That had been one of the rules that Bakura had made him agree to the first day. But.. | |
| This was different.. and it wasn't really a lie.. | |
| The long-haired boy looked at his window, his eyes following the path to the house in front. There were three persons at the door. One was a woman, probably Isis, one of the older sisters, and the other two were two guys that looked similar to each other. | |
| The older being Mariku, who his brother hated with such a vengeance that he pledged every morning that one day he would kill him. The other boy was Malik, the youngest of the four brothers that lived in the house. Malik was close to Ryou's age, and from what he could tell, in Bakura's eyes, the only thing wrong with him was that he was Mariku's look-alike. | |
| After all, Bakura was even nice with Isis sometimes. Oh, and there was another older brother, Rashid or something like that, that was never home because he had some work in a museum or the sorts. He was a few years older than Bakura, and was big.. that was probably the reason his own brother didn't start his vow to kill him too.. that and maybe because he wasn't anything like Mariku, as Malik was at least. | |
| Maybe someday he could make his brother understand that the Ishtars were not that bad. After all, he.. Well.. Bakura would kill him if he knew that.. | |
| Ryou blushed as his thoughts stopped in a recent memory, his first kiss. Funny how he could only think now that Romeo and Juliet sentence, "My only love born from my only hate", or something like that.. Well.. it was his brother's hate, but you get the picture. It was almost ironic.. | |
| I hope we don't die at the very end.. at least I can hope for a happy ever ending, right? | |
| His eyes, which were for some time now glued to the next house, suddenly noticed someone stopped at the door. Someone leaned in the door frame, looking right at him. He wanted to do something, like scream or fly to his arms.. something like a love-struck girl would do.. But that would be suicide. Not only could he fly, but his brother would be never too cut both their heads if he could approach close enough. Still, he couldn't help the smile that made his face, and the way his heart screamed his love in place of his voice. | |
| xxxxxxxx | |
| First chapter ends here.. Review and say what you thought of it.. | |
| Remember that English is not my first language.. and that it's 5 AM here right now.. so.. mistakes all over the place probably.. You can point those to me too! | |
| Well.. As I think this made me FINALLY get sleepy.. I'm going to bed! | |
| Baibai! <33333 |