Living With An Ishtar
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,611
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Living With An Ishtar
Disclaimer: I don’t own it. (Yu-gi-oh! or anything you might think I own.)
Chapter One: Moving Out
Warnings: No warnings in this chapter except for language and violence. That’s not too bad, right? Oh well, you can read and decide for yourself, I guess.
Summary: After the way Bakura treats him, Ryou decides to throw Bakura out of the house. Who will he move in with? Well, to answer your question, that would be Malik. This chapter explains what happens that makes Ryou so upset as to make his yami leave and how Bakura is out on the streets before he decides to call that sec-say Egyptian.
CHAPTER ONE: MOVING OUT
“All we ever do is fight.” Ryou’s cheeks were stained with tears and he had his hands clutched in a fist.
Bakura sat relaxed on a chair in front of the computer, his feet up against the bed and his eyes squinted, pointing angrily at his lesser half.
Bakura had gotten up and smacked Ryou across the cheek pretty hard already. A few times, even. Ryou had taken beatings from Bakura more times than he could count on one hand. Two hands, even. Ten hands, may
“
“Can’t you just do something?! I can’t afford to support us both. We barely have enough food to last us one more dinner. Bakura, I need you; please get a job...something! Anything...” he lowered his eyes as two teardrops fell from his cheek.
Bakura smirked heartlessly. “No.” he replied boldly, staring down his hikari, “You can’t force me to do anything, damn hikari. If you don’t back down, things are going to get rough.” Bakura snarled from across the room, sending an intimidating glare into the identical brown eyes.
“Things are already rough around here! Iu cau can’t support us then...then...I’ll throw you out!” Ryou shouted, his voice a little raspy from crying so much. His eyes continued to pour tears.
The yami quickly sat up in his seat, a surprised from on his face, “What? You wouldn’t dare...” He got up and clutched his hikari’s shirt collar, slapping his knuckle against his host’s cheekbone, where it hurt.
Ryou shuddered and tried to pull away, “I mean it, Bakura.” His tears were dropping quickly now as he gripped Bakura’s hold on his collar. “Please...get out.”
Bakura let his hair fall in front of his face, frowning. “Fine. I can provide for myself. Before I was a spirit I could only rely on myself and it appears that’s the way it will be again.”
Ryou spit on his yami and whispered through his teeth in anger, “You couldn’t take care of yourself if you tried.”
His eyes widened and he threw his hikari to the floor, opening drawers and closets and grabbing all of his clothes and belongings. Ryou brought out two medium sized leather luggage bags and Bakura quickly used them to carry his items as he stomped out the door, muttering, “Fuck you, hikari. You’ll pay.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Bakura walked outside and into the fresh air of the shitty suburb they lived in. Well, he didn’t anymore, which was all good and fine for him because he wasn’t supposed to be there anyway. The police had warned him many times that if he scared another person out of the neighborhood by either setting their house on fire or killing their pets or anything strange like that, he would be kicked out of Domino City. Frankly, Bakura could have cared less, but Ryou took care of him, so he planned to stay there; until now.
He tripped down the cement steps and onto their lawn after his first step. “Ow...fuck.” he mumbled with a mouth full of grass. He got up and looked around, “Where should I go?”
Now, Bakura had tried living outside of a home before, and he now knew that it was not a pretty thing to be outside; without a bed, in the cold, whining for microwavable snacks and a nice, big television. It also wasn’t a good feeling that there were hobos watching you. Now THAT’S something to be afraid of...
After a few moments of thinking, he remembered that he could stay at a hotel. Then he remembered that, at hotels, there were Mexicans, and Mexicans were on Bakura’s bad list. If it weren’t for the damn Mexicans, he would be a better person, have a job, and not steal. Nah, he just blamed EVERYTHING on the Latin. Everyone else did, so why not him too?
Then he remembered that you can move in with people. A brilliant idea there. Being short of ‘friends’, Bakura found this a rather hard task; ‘who to move in with?’ Then an idea struck him. “Malik.”
He walked up to a phone booth a couple of blocks away and started dialing. Malik and Bakura had become friends in Battle City, and even after Bakura lost to Yami and his sex midget, Yugi, Malik and he still had fun just talking and contemplating killing the pharaoh and such.
He pressed down on seven numbers which were Malik’s telephone number and waited. Suddenly a voice came on the other line. “Hello?”
“Hey...um...Malik? It’s Bakura. Um...”
Before he could say anything else he was cut off by the now exited voice on the other line, “Bakura? Is that really you?”
Bakura grinned. He was glad that one of his only friends in his 3,000 years alive remembered him. “Yes, it’s me. How are you?” he asked in a raspy voice.
“I’m fine. What’s wrong? You sound...”
Bakura interrupted him and told him the story, “Ryou kicked me out of the house. I have nowhere to go and I was hoping...”
“If you’re asking to stay at my house...you can.” Malik offered calmly.
A sudden ‘butterfly feeling’ went through Bakura’s stomach, “Really? Well...how do I get there?”
“I’ll have a cab come pick you up. And Tomb Robber...”
“Yes?”
“...I’ve missed you since Battle City. Where did you go? It’s like you disappeared after the final match.”
Bakura sighed and rested his arm against the glass of the phone booth, “Well...not only was I still ashamed about losing to that bastard pharaoh; I was also in a lot of pain. My attachment to Ryou’s body, with him being hurt, it was painful to me as well. I was losing strength. I had to leave.”
“I see.” Malik replied. He sounded slightly interested. “Well, I guess I’ll call a cab. We have a lot to catch up on when you get here, Tomb Robber.” And then the line was silent. He had hung up.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
>>> Did you like it? Sorry there was nothing really intense in this chapter. The next one will be good. In fact; it’ll jump right into a nice lemon with Bakura and Malik, of course. Read and review, or I won’t do any lemons. Ever. *Whispers* You’ll be sorry...
Chapter One: Moving Out
Warnings: No warnings in this chapter except for language and violence. That’s not too bad, right? Oh well, you can read and decide for yourself, I guess.
Summary: After the way Bakura treats him, Ryou decides to throw Bakura out of the house. Who will he move in with? Well, to answer your question, that would be Malik. This chapter explains what happens that makes Ryou so upset as to make his yami leave and how Bakura is out on the streets before he decides to call that sec-say Egyptian.
CHAPTER ONE: MOVING OUT
“All we ever do is fight.” Ryou’s cheeks were stained with tears and he had his hands clutched in a fist.
Bakura sat relaxed on a chair in front of the computer, his feet up against the bed and his eyes squinted, pointing angrily at his lesser half.
Bakura had gotten up and smacked Ryou across the cheek pretty hard already. A few times, even. Ryou had taken beatings from Bakura more times than he could count on one hand. Two hands, even. Ten hands, may
“
“Can’t you just do something?! I can’t afford to support us both. We barely have enough food to last us one more dinner. Bakura, I need you; please get a job...something! Anything...” he lowered his eyes as two teardrops fell from his cheek.
Bakura smirked heartlessly. “No.” he replied boldly, staring down his hikari, “You can’t force me to do anything, damn hikari. If you don’t back down, things are going to get rough.” Bakura snarled from across the room, sending an intimidating glare into the identical brown eyes.
“Things are already rough around here! Iu cau can’t support us then...then...I’ll throw you out!” Ryou shouted, his voice a little raspy from crying so much. His eyes continued to pour tears.
The yami quickly sat up in his seat, a surprised from on his face, “What? You wouldn’t dare...” He got up and clutched his hikari’s shirt collar, slapping his knuckle against his host’s cheekbone, where it hurt.
Ryou shuddered and tried to pull away, “I mean it, Bakura.” His tears were dropping quickly now as he gripped Bakura’s hold on his collar. “Please...get out.”
Bakura let his hair fall in front of his face, frowning. “Fine. I can provide for myself. Before I was a spirit I could only rely on myself and it appears that’s the way it will be again.”
Ryou spit on his yami and whispered through his teeth in anger, “You couldn’t take care of yourself if you tried.”
His eyes widened and he threw his hikari to the floor, opening drawers and closets and grabbing all of his clothes and belongings. Ryou brought out two medium sized leather luggage bags and Bakura quickly used them to carry his items as he stomped out the door, muttering, “Fuck you, hikari. You’ll pay.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Bakura walked outside and into the fresh air of the shitty suburb they lived in. Well, he didn’t anymore, which was all good and fine for him because he wasn’t supposed to be there anyway. The police had warned him many times that if he scared another person out of the neighborhood by either setting their house on fire or killing their pets or anything strange like that, he would be kicked out of Domino City. Frankly, Bakura could have cared less, but Ryou took care of him, so he planned to stay there; until now.
He tripped down the cement steps and onto their lawn after his first step. “Ow...fuck.” he mumbled with a mouth full of grass. He got up and looked around, “Where should I go?”
Now, Bakura had tried living outside of a home before, and he now knew that it was not a pretty thing to be outside; without a bed, in the cold, whining for microwavable snacks and a nice, big television. It also wasn’t a good feeling that there were hobos watching you. Now THAT’S something to be afraid of...
After a few moments of thinking, he remembered that he could stay at a hotel. Then he remembered that, at hotels, there were Mexicans, and Mexicans were on Bakura’s bad list. If it weren’t for the damn Mexicans, he would be a better person, have a job, and not steal. Nah, he just blamed EVERYTHING on the Latin. Everyone else did, so why not him too?
Then he remembered that you can move in with people. A brilliant idea there. Being short of ‘friends’, Bakura found this a rather hard task; ‘who to move in with?’ Then an idea struck him. “Malik.”
He walked up to a phone booth a couple of blocks away and started dialing. Malik and Bakura had become friends in Battle City, and even after Bakura lost to Yami and his sex midget, Yugi, Malik and he still had fun just talking and contemplating killing the pharaoh and such.
He pressed down on seven numbers which were Malik’s telephone number and waited. Suddenly a voice came on the other line. “Hello?”
“Hey...um...Malik? It’s Bakura. Um...”
Before he could say anything else he was cut off by the now exited voice on the other line, “Bakura? Is that really you?”
Bakura grinned. He was glad that one of his only friends in his 3,000 years alive remembered him. “Yes, it’s me. How are you?” he asked in a raspy voice.
“I’m fine. What’s wrong? You sound...”
Bakura interrupted him and told him the story, “Ryou kicked me out of the house. I have nowhere to go and I was hoping...”
“If you’re asking to stay at my house...you can.” Malik offered calmly.
A sudden ‘butterfly feeling’ went through Bakura’s stomach, “Really? Well...how do I get there?”
“I’ll have a cab come pick you up. And Tomb Robber...”
“Yes?”
“...I’ve missed you since Battle City. Where did you go? It’s like you disappeared after the final match.”
Bakura sighed and rested his arm against the glass of the phone booth, “Well...not only was I still ashamed about losing to that bastard pharaoh; I was also in a lot of pain. My attachment to Ryou’s body, with him being hurt, it was painful to me as well. I was losing strength. I had to leave.”
“I see.” Malik replied. He sounded slightly interested. “Well, I guess I’ll call a cab. We have a lot to catch up on when you get here, Tomb Robber.” And then the line was silent. He had hung up.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
>>> Did you like it? Sorry there was nothing really intense in this chapter. The next one will be good. In fact; it’ll jump right into a nice lemon with Bakura and Malik, of course. Read and review, or I won’t do any lemons. Ever. *Whispers* You’ll be sorry...