Tegami

Tegami*

Summary: IT’s revealed…
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did…*begins to laugh evilly*
Warning: Just some really sad type things about our favorite white haired hikari.

Suddenly *

Ryou couldn’t do his homework. He was blushing too hard.

Who was is this mystery man? What does he want with me? Will he kiss me? Does he really love me?

The white haired boy giggled and scribbled hearts all over his algebra from last night. I’ll bet…he’s the type of guy who likes cocoa on a cold day…I could make him cocoa…

The boy squealed and leaned back in his chair. “Yes!” he shouted, promptly falling over.

He quickly recovered, laughing the whole time and checked the clock. It was close to midnight.

Oh, I should go to bed…but tomorrow is Sunday… Ryou stared at his homework and shook his head. “I’m not going to be finishing this any time soon…” he turned on his lamp then got up to go turn off the over head light.

Ryou got a book off his shelf and snuggled into the covers, ready to read himself to sleep for once.

Just as he was turning off the light, Bakura came in. The hikari stared at the thief, confused. “Bakura? Do you need something?”

The thief yanked the covers off Ryou and picked him up, taking him to his room. He tossed the boy on the bed without ceremony and got in. “Get in…” he grunted.

Ryou did as he was told and got in the bed, yawning. He turned to curl up with the next available pillow and was gathered to Bakura’s side instead. The thief nuzzled him.

“Go to bed Bambi. I’ll take you someplace tomorrow.”

Ryou settled into Bakura’s warmth, happy the boy invited him to sleep under his thicker covers.

In early morning, Ryou sighed out a moan as Bakura grinded into him. He shook his head and tried to push the yami off his to no avail.

“’Kura please –”

“Shh! I know you’ve been feeling lonely! You need this.” The thief kissed his mouth, smiling as Ryou whined and started to thrust his hips into Bakura’s body.

Ryou let Bakura kiss down his neck and grind him till completion, a soft cry escaping his lips as it was done. Bakura kissed him again and again, trying to tease affection from his lips.

“come on ryou, I know you still dream about me and you. Seto wouldn’t have to know…I need to finish you know. So how about it?” the yami’s seductive whisper brought a flush to Ryou’s face. However, when Bakura tried to kiss him again, the boy turned his face away and put his hands on Bakura’s bare chest.

“Stop. Please stop Yami. Please.”

The white haired boy rolled of him then. “Fine then. Get up.”

Ryou sat up and slowly began exiting the bed, much to his yami’s ire.

“I SAID GET OUT! YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!”

Ryou winced and left the room, trying not to get hit. He went to his room and hid under his very cold sheets. “I’m sorry…” he whispered, starting to cry.

****

Ryou cooked without gusto. Everyone had been giving him awful stares all day and he didn’t know what he had done. He’d already apologized for last night so what could everyone be so upset about.

He saw Marik come in the kitchen and smiled. “Can I get you something -.”

“Yeah, a big tall glass of Shut Up juice.” The yami got a beer from the fridge and opened it, sucking down the contents. “I’m sick of you, you know that? Everytime you flip the fuck out, Malik goes crazy! Malik goes crazy, I have to stick around. I have to stick around Malik too long, I go crazy! I go crazy, Yugi gets pissed! Yugi goes crazy! Not to mention Bakura walking around here like a fuckin’ storm cloud!” He drank more beer. “You gotta lot of nerve you bitch! We take care of you and all you do is cry and run away all the time!”

Ryou put down his wooden spoon. “You…take care of me?”

“Damn straight. Who do you think pays the bills around here?”

Ryou clenched his fists. “You take care of me?”

Marik lifted an eyebrow. “Damn straight!”

The white haired boy’s eyes narrowed. “How dare you…” he was seething. “HOW DARE YOU!”

He rounded the island and snatched the beer from Marik’s hand. “WHO DO YOU THINK BOUGHT THIS?!” he threw it on the floor. “WHO DO YOU THINK DOES YOUR LAUNDRY!? YOU CAN”T EVEN WORK THE GOD DAMNED TOASTER! AND YOU”RE TELLING ME YOU TAKE CARE OF ME?”

The boy pushed Marik, hard, throwing the boy into the table. “You don’t pay the bills, I do! You don’t make the groceries! I do! Who cooks, who cleans, who makes the lunches who does the home work who sews who BOUGHT YOU ALL THOSE DVDs?”

Marik just stood there stunned, Malik coming in to see what the problem was. “Yami-chan?”

Ryou turned on him. “And you…you are the laziest person I have EVER known! You can do all the things I can and yet you act like I’m you’re personal slave! You didn’t even get me anything for my birthday! Hell! None of you did and when I gave you that shirt for your birthday you had nerve enough to tell me that red wasn’t your color! You wear red all the time you hypocrite!”

By now Bakura had come downstairs from a nap and looked royally pissed. “Ryou! What the fuck –”

The hikari pushed Bakura back on the stairs. “AND DON’T YOU CURSE AT ME! I take care of all you ungrateful –good for nothing –I HATE ALL OF YOU!”

He ran upstairs and started shoving things in a bag. He had no idea where he was going but he wasn’t about to stay here another minute.

The boy managed to put most of his possessions into a duffel bag and took his school bag. He took out all his money and left his cell phone on the bed.

He stomped downstairs and grabbed the keys to the car. Bakura protested.

“Hey –”

“It’s my car!” the boy growled. “If I recall, you don’t actually have a father Bakura so he couldn’t have given it to you!”

He left the house and slammed the door, too angry to care that it was snowing.


Back inside the house, Malik watched the stove. “Well…I’m not cooking.”

Bakura shoved him. “Shut up.”

Marik frowned, very upset about being shoved into the table. “Your hikari’s fucked up! I wish you’d never stabbed him!”

“Shut up…” the thief muttered.

****

Monday came and Bakura waited for Ryou to show up at school. When the tardy bell rand and the boy still hadn’t shown up at his locker, he began to grow worried.

Damn it Ryou! he went to class anyway, hoping the boy would show by lunch.


When Bakura sat down to lunch, Yugi asked him.

“What’d you do to Ryou? He said he didn’t want to come to lunch today!”

Malik perked up. “You saw Ryou!?”

Yugi nodded. “He was in Algebra…why? Haven’t you?” He looked at Malik, Marik and Bakura. They all looked guilty.

Seto put down his chopsticks. “What’d you assholes do this time. Isn’t this like the millionth time he’s done this?”

Malik shook his head. “No, second. He ran off yesterday afternoon too when Bakura didn’t drive him home and fucked you instead!”

Bakura growled at the Egyptian. “Shut your fucking mouth!”

Yugi frowned at Marik. “What did you guys do? Is that why you three don’t have any lunches?”

The three got quiet very quickly and looked down at the table. The spike haired boy huffed and smacked Marik’s hand away from his chip bag. “Go to hell Marik.”

Malik whimpered at Otogi and got some sandwich, while Bakura continued to mutter angrily.

**

Ryou sat in the library eating his lunch. I’ll never go back there as long as I live!

The boy then sighed, realizing this was folly. He could only live in a capsule hotel for so long until he went insane.

He tried to work out a budget for his expenses in his head and kept running into a dead in. Perhaps he could get a job? It wasn’t as if he didn’t have skills. He could easily work in a restaurant or café, he was used to serving people after all.

He put down his food and put his head down. It was all too hard. Maybe he should just go back home and apologize…

He got out his notebook and started writing when a figure over shadowed him. He looked up and into the blue eyes of one Seto Kaiba.

“What happened?”

Ryou continued to write, ignoring the boy. He didn’t exactly like Kaiba. It was his fault that Bakura had been neglecting him so much.

“Look, I know they treat you like a slave. You can stay in one of my guest houses. It’s a big as a normal house.”

“I don’t need your charity…” he said softly.

“I know, but Bakura needs to calm down. At least call him.”

Ryou put his pencil down. “I could care less if you get sex on demand. I won’t back down because you’re suffering.”

Seto crossed his arms. “You’re being difficult for no reason. This isn’t for Bakura. This is because Yugi won’t stop giving me that creepy ‘please’ look.” The CEO frowned. “You can either live on Kaiba estate or you can take my money.”

The white haired boy muttered something that Kaiba didn’t catch. “What?”

“I said…couldn’t I just…have a place of my own? Like a one bedroom place some where out of the way?”

Kaiba ran a hand over his face. God, what kind of soft voiced bargaining is he pulling on me! As if looking like Bakura weren’t enough… The CEO rummaged in his pocket and pulled out some keys. He took one off the link and gave it to Ryou.

“This is my place that’s more inside the city. I usually give it to business partners or something, but I suppose you can stay there. I hardly use it otherwise. Give me the car keys. I’ll give you one of my spare chauffeurs –”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

The brunette sighed and walked away, waving over his shoulder. “Because I don’t need to see Bakura cry!”

Ryou watched the rich teenager go, holding the apartment key. Bakura crying…to Seto of all people. They must really like each other.

The boy looked down at his note book and up at the clock. He finished writing before the lunch period was up and went back to his locker. He changed books and went to his afternoon classes.

The youth opened the locker, ready to put another letter inside when he found a surprise waiting for him.

He picked up the note. It was folded four ways and on lined paper, an exact looking cursive on the note’s front. It said simply: For You.

He smiled and put the pink envelope in Ryou’s locker. So, we’re to exchange letters now?

The boy went back to his class, having left under the excuse of having to use the facilities. He held up his book and opened the note with a few fingers, wondering what it could say.

Dearest Admirer,

I want you to know that, despite everything that has happened to me this week and in past weeks, your letters seem to make them go away. I don’t know if I’m everything you say, but when you write those things, they give me a warmth on the inside, something I haven’t felt in so long.

I hope your day is well and someday, I hope to hold your smile within my heart.

Yours Already,

Ryou

The youth grinned widely, feeling his heart swell. So he was appreciated. He folded the note up and put it in his pocket with care, hoping to get another letter in return soon.

The teacher noticed his smile and crossed his arms. “All right, if you’re so enthralled, why don’t you read us the next paragraph?”

The boy blinked, not hearing the teacher for a second. “Excuse me?” He said politely.

“Mr. Dartz, I realize you already know English, but I will not have you slack off in my class.”

“Yes Ma’am…” the boy said, still smiling.

You’re mine already hm, Ryou?

****
*Tegami means “Letter” in Japanese. *Courtesy of Nana Mizuki
*I like this story. It’s sweet. I think that I’m basing it off a Japanese drama I once saw...where the two people knew each other through email and every time they tried to meet, they failed. They had met several times before though, in brusque ways…and towards the end, just as they had met finally, one left for france…they stayed friends..although I wanted them to be romantic…
*I forget what it was called…but the theme song was so beautiful…I’m trying to extend that beauty to you through my writing. Tegami has given me an opportunity to write flattering things, without feeling silly.
*Tegami may be it you guys…I’ll have run out of YGO stories to tell…I can’t write a traditional fic…I think I’ll try Neko-fic next…perhaps in One Piece? LOLOLOL! Nah!