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Ryou couldn’t breathe. There he lay flat on his back gasping for air like a fish out of water. The sand from beneath his back had shifted against his weight as his vision began to blur from the lack of oxygen.
Suddenly, the ashen haired teen was rolled onto his left side his head resting on his inner arm, as this was happening the teen felt his body heaving up his contents into the sandy beach floor beneath his flushed cheek. He realized that the sensation he had been feeling on his lower spine was in fact a hand rubbing shooting circles on his mid back.
“That’s right let it all out,” This particular voice was deep yet soothing to Ryou’s ears. Somewhere amidst the chaos Ryou had done something that even surprised him. He felt warm liquid start to make its way from his eyes to the sand below
Ryou wept.
“There’s no need for that,” The voice of his savior was firm yet pacifying.
However, the voice had only succeeded in making the youth sob even harder. He was growing more hysterical by each second as he got over the initial shock of almost losing his life, without warning the pearly haired teen was jerked to his feet from two fairly large hands placed beneath his pits.
“My father’s going to kill me. I’m such a horrible son, oh gawd,” the sobs continue to grow in hysterics and then their eyes had locked bright emerald and deep chocolate.
Ryou could vaguely recall hearing Joan calling out to him before everything faded into black.
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The luxurious Cabin had been trashed pillows up turned and blankets tossed all around the rooms except for Seto’s.
Jou, Yugi, and Malik had searched all throughout the Cabin for a letter or anything from Ryou it wasn’t like him to just up and leave without telling anybody. “Maybe he went exploring?” The tri colored haired teen finally offered as they all sat down exhausted.
Malik who had been sprawled out like a cat on his stomach perked up, “That’s it!”
Both Yugi and Jou jumped at the sudden outburst.
“What’s your problem you almost gave Yug and me a heart attack ova ‘ere?” Jou and Malik both exchanged death glares at one another.
While they had all been racking their brains the Egyptian had been staring outside. Outside was such a beautiful sight. He figured maybe Ryou had simply gone for a walk. That seemed more like is MO.
“We can try lengthening our search. I’m pretty sure he has most likely wandering around here somewhere,” He said this while his golden pools started to follow the cobble stone path way that went just out of line of site. He blinked then pointed towards the backyard, “where does that go?” both Jou and Yugi gaze followed Malik’s finger.
“Dunno, the beach maybe?” Jou chimed in.
They all exchanged looks before scramming to the sliding glass doors.
“Seto we’ll be back!” Jou called as he and his two friends left.
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“Enough with the theatrics now get up,” the loud outburst had jerked Ryou wide awake and alert. His heart was ramming hard against is chest as reality started to set in. He was no longer on the clear salty beach floor. Ryou glanced around only to see that he was in some stranger’s home and resting in a hammock. The first thought to come to mind was how long had he been out for? He didn’t remember much from his ordeal except for…
“What happened?” His throat felt hoarse and before he knew it there was a glass mug filled with mint tea shoved beneath his nose. By now the juvenile got a good look at his savoir, once the individual had sat across from him, subconsciously he had set said drink to the side.
His emerald hues widened as a slight tint formed over alabaster cheeks. He racked over those strong masculine features that had been gently kissed by the sun’s warm rays, which was complement by a smooth mop of pearly white strains that brushed against board shoulders in silky layers. The man’s deep chocolate almond shaped orbs had quickly narrowed at Ryou in frustration.
“You fainted,” the man replied in a matter-of-fact way, but somehow those words did nothing to register in Ryou’s mind. He was too enticed by the movement of this bronze local’s Adam’s apple. This individual had a physic that would even make Ryan Reynolds green with envy.
“You like what you see?”
Just as quickly as the spell had occurred it had vanished.
“What,” was Ryou’s responds before his eyes snapped back up to that handsome face.
“I said,” The young Adonis had leaned in closely as a predatory type of look graced his flawless features, “you like what you see.” He snarled.
Subconsciously, Ryou leaned back on the hammock before the hammock jerked forward sending him sprawling on the wooden floor below.
“Oomph,” The platinum blonde quailed on the floor embarrassed by his tumble. He slowly climbed to his bare feet.
“Sorry,” Ryou had said with a bright red face. He didn’t know why he was apologizing it just came out.
The man snorted before rolling his eyes, “tourist,” he said this as if that was the answer to everything and swiftly he took a swig of Ryou’s drink. Ryou’s mouth open as he readied himself to ask what does that mean, and yet he had no chance too as a roar of an engine caught both of them off guard. The native had cursed beneath his breath.
“Ay Bakura you better not be beating off in there,” Ryou heard someone call from just beyond the screen door just as a car door slammed then another.
The man he presumed to be Bakura growled.
Suddenly the screen door was barged through by two bronze skinned men one with golden blonde hair and another with tri-colored hair similar to Ryou’s best friend.
The one with golden tresses locked eyes with Ryou. At first he looked perplexed with Ryou’s presents, but then quickly recovered.
“What do we have here? I never peg you as the cradle robbing type,” He wagged his brows at Bakura suggestively.
“Bite me,” was Bakura’s grumbled reply.
“Now now little brother that attitude just won’t do,” The golden-blonde hummed.
“Marik enough.”
“But Yami he set himself up for it!”
“Enough.”
The one called Marik huffed however his mouth remained firmly shut. But that did nothing to affect the amusement in those amber eyes of his.
The one who had silenced the blonde had moved from his spot by the door until he faced Ryou. He observed the teen for a few awkward moments before speaking.
“Tell me what’s your name little one,” Yami had this calm about him that made Ryou start to feel more relaxed.
Before he knew it he had answered the man shyly. The man nodded.
“So tell me… Ryou is it?” The platinum blonde nodded.
“How old are you?”
Ryou hesitated for a moment. Why did it matter? However, he still found himself answering.
“Sixteen,”
Yami calmed seemed to morph into something dark and Ryou watched as the man’s jawline tensed and his smile became strained. Yami spoke but this time he was addressing Bakura while his deep amethyst colored hues never broke from Ryou’s.
“Bakura could you Please get him out of here now,” Yami’s tone left no room for protest though Bakura wouldn’t have done so either way. He had worked on impulse when the boy blacked out and that’s why they were in this fragile predicament. And now he had some teenage tourist child in their shack Kane only knows how worried he parents must be.
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“I’m sorry sir but any trips to Hawaii has been postpone due to the vast approach storm.”
There was a sickening sweet voice of the other end of the receiver as Kenji abruptly hung up his phone. He will just have to buy his two roundtrip tickets online then. He wasn’t going to let a little storm stop him.
