Why you shouldn't drop soap in prison
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Reviews:
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,834
Reviews:
97
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
spooky
dragonkitty: your wish is my command¡K I wanted to write some thing that sounded like a one shot so that if I messed up, I could just say it was a one shot, and if ppl wanted more, there was always more to give¡K
Terry: hm...interesting idea...well I'll see if I can brake them loose (*hands Bakura and Ryou a spork to dig with*). thank you for reviewing, and because you wanted more, more you get :)
Ryoanna:
hehe
sure thing
anytim EgyptianGoddess: hm..who did he kill? That is the question now isn't it..hm¡Kwell who do you want dead? I¡¦m afraid to name some one, I don't want angry fan girls attacking me with pitch forks because I killed their favorite shonen. If you and the rest of my reviewers name at least three people you want dead, I promises you I'll kill some one : ) as for a motive, I think I got one depending on who you want to see 6 feet under. Thanks for reviewing!
L (?I hope I got that right?) : sure, more detail? I'll try, but only because you want it, I'll try to write any thing for my wonderful reviewers!
Well that looks like all the reviews this stories got so commence the launch of the fic in 5...4...3...2...1!
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(Ryou)
Grinning, just grinning at me! Those terrifying eyes and fanged teeth. I turn to run out of the room but the door slams in my face. I'm trapped! Trapped with that freak! They locked me in here with this thief of innocence’s!
"Hello again" He says in a sophisticated voice, grinning down at me like some kind of gargoyle.
"N-No. y-y-you're my cell m-mate?" I asked pressing my selainsainst the bars as if I suddenly had the power to pass through them. Pressing so hard my back starts to hurt. My legs are still weak from what he did. I'm going to fall. I going to fall and sink in the darkness of my soul, of my soul captured in my own horrable dark abyss.
"I'm also going to be your mate in other things" the mirror image of me said, smiling that horrable smile.
I wanted to run away, this was too soon, to see his face, my face again! No! I don't want to even be on the same planet with the creature who stole my innocents. I feel like a used object, nothing worthy of being called human any more. Some thing broken inside, like a rag doll. Just like the rag doll that sits in a room in my house gathering dust in a corner.
I slid to one of the corners pulling my knees up to myself. Was he laughing? Was he laughing as he jumped off the top bunk as graceful as any feline. was he laughing as he walked over to me, swaying his hip seductivly.
"No"...that word was all I could seem to murmur. That creature who looked so much like a twisted mirror image of me come to life walked closer. He kneeled down, touching me, raising my chin so that I might stare in to the depths of hell that some might call his eyes.
Look? What did he mean by that? I turned my head to look out side my cell. That's when I noticed there was no place I could move in this little room to hide from the view of the guards walking by, or the other prisoners.
He wants privacy when he does me, and that he wont do any thing to his cute little cell mate in front of every one? He says that with such authority, though I can hear a bit of a growl in his voice. So he wants to take me when no ones looking ay? So I'm safe as long as I'm in this cell, using the toilet or sleeping, but out there...out there was were I'm his prey.
Isn't it funny, the closer I am to danger the farther I am from harm? If only I hadn't murdered that boy, in his little gang, with all his dammed friends, always following me around, going to that stupid game shop.
No changing it now, although I want to be home. I shudder even when my evil image removes his hands from my face and walks back to the bunk bed. The lights suddenly shut off. I see him gracefully hope up on to his matress.
Suddenly I'm more afraid of the dark then ever before.
When I was little my mother used to hold me.
She died.
My father used to tell me not to be scared.
He was almost never around.
My sister was scared too, she held her rag doll.
Shes dead now.
And now I'm all alone with a demon of my nightmares. He could do any thing too me, maybe I would know more if I knew why he was in here. Why they had locked him up.
I suppose he might have killed some one like I did, or maybe he took some one in an ally and left them for dead. He could have stole some thing and shot the owner. Or maybe it wasn't that bad, maybe he's only in here for a little while.
I crawl over to my bed, the spring's creek. The bed is cold; I bring the folded covers up to my legs. My pale slender legs still under my cloths, now under my covers.
I didn't want to be in here... I never ment to kill any body... why did they put me here? I can see him smiling even when I close my eyes. My old tormentor and the new one. The boy I shot, he broke my body, the one I wish I could kill, is breaking my mind, now all I have left is my soul...
Sleep washes over me in a giant wave...
I wish I knew of the trouble ahead... I would have shot my self when I had the chance...
"Good night my angel" he whispers in the dark to me...
"Good night demon" I whi bac back.
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Srry it short, hope u liked it...I'll try to make the next one better....and i'm really srry about the technical dificultys i hd while posting... I didn't realize it until i checked everal hours later... im so so so sorry... please forgive.
Terry: hm...interesting idea...well I'll see if I can brake them loose (*hands Bakura and Ryou a spork to dig with*). thank you for reviewing, and because you wanted more, more you get :)
Ryoanna:
hehe
sure thing
anytim EgyptianGoddess: hm..who did he kill? That is the question now isn't it..hm¡Kwell who do you want dead? I¡¦m afraid to name some one, I don't want angry fan girls attacking me with pitch forks because I killed their favorite shonen. If you and the rest of my reviewers name at least three people you want dead, I promises you I'll kill some one : ) as for a motive, I think I got one depending on who you want to see 6 feet under. Thanks for reviewing!
L (?I hope I got that right?) : sure, more detail? I'll try, but only because you want it, I'll try to write any thing for my wonderful reviewers!
Well that looks like all the reviews this stories got so commence the launch of the fic in 5...4...3...2...1!
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
(Ryou)
Grinning, just grinning at me! Those terrifying eyes and fanged teeth. I turn to run out of the room but the door slams in my face. I'm trapped! Trapped with that freak! They locked me in here with this thief of innocence’s!
"Hello again" He says in a sophisticated voice, grinning down at me like some kind of gargoyle.
"N-No. y-y-you're my cell m-mate?" I asked pressing my selainsainst the bars as if I suddenly had the power to pass through them. Pressing so hard my back starts to hurt. My legs are still weak from what he did. I'm going to fall. I going to fall and sink in the darkness of my soul, of my soul captured in my own horrable dark abyss.
"I'm also going to be your mate in other things" the mirror image of me said, smiling that horrable smile.
I wanted to run away, this was too soon, to see his face, my face again! No! I don't want to even be on the same planet with the creature who stole my innocents. I feel like a used object, nothing worthy of being called human any more. Some thing broken inside, like a rag doll. Just like the rag doll that sits in a room in my house gathering dust in a corner.
I slid to one of the corners pulling my knees up to myself. Was he laughing? Was he laughing as he jumped off the top bunk as graceful as any feline. was he laughing as he walked over to me, swaying his hip seductivly.
"No"...that word was all I could seem to murmur. That creature who looked so much like a twisted mirror image of me come to life walked closer. He kneeled down, touching me, raising my chin so that I might stare in to the depths of hell that some might call his eyes.
Look? What did he mean by that? I turned my head to look out side my cell. That's when I noticed there was no place I could move in this little room to hide from the view of the guards walking by, or the other prisoners.
He wants privacy when he does me, and that he wont do any thing to his cute little cell mate in front of every one? He says that with such authority, though I can hear a bit of a growl in his voice. So he wants to take me when no ones looking ay? So I'm safe as long as I'm in this cell, using the toilet or sleeping, but out there...out there was were I'm his prey.
Isn't it funny, the closer I am to danger the farther I am from harm? If only I hadn't murdered that boy, in his little gang, with all his dammed friends, always following me around, going to that stupid game shop.
No changing it now, although I want to be home. I shudder even when my evil image removes his hands from my face and walks back to the bunk bed. The lights suddenly shut off. I see him gracefully hope up on to his matress.
Suddenly I'm more afraid of the dark then ever before.
When I was little my mother used to hold me.
She died.
My father used to tell me not to be scared.
He was almost never around.
My sister was scared too, she held her rag doll.
Shes dead now.
And now I'm all alone with a demon of my nightmares. He could do any thing too me, maybe I would know more if I knew why he was in here. Why they had locked him up.
I suppose he might have killed some one like I did, or maybe he took some one in an ally and left them for dead. He could have stole some thing and shot the owner. Or maybe it wasn't that bad, maybe he's only in here for a little while.
I crawl over to my bed, the spring's creek. The bed is cold; I bring the folded covers up to my legs. My pale slender legs still under my cloths, now under my covers.
I didn't want to be in here... I never ment to kill any body... why did they put me here? I can see him smiling even when I close my eyes. My old tormentor and the new one. The boy I shot, he broke my body, the one I wish I could kill, is breaking my mind, now all I have left is my soul...
Sleep washes over me in a giant wave...
I wish I knew of the trouble ahead... I would have shot my self when I had the chance...
"Good night my angel" he whispers in the dark to me...
"Good night demon" I whi bac back.
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Srry it short, hope u liked it...I'll try to make the next one better....and i'm really srry about the technical dificultys i hd while posting... I didn't realize it until i checked everal hours later... im so so so sorry... please forgive.