Tanoshii Junshinsa: Lovely Innocence
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Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,208
Reviews:
54
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Tanoshii Junshinsa: Lovely Innocence
Tanoshii Junshinsa: Lovely Innocence
This is Tatoa and this is my first fanfic. I am an author on AFF but my other stories are original ones. If you’re interested then please take a look at them. Anyway this story starts out with Ryou and Bakura as the main characters but then through the story I plan to add Malik and Marik as well. For those of you that may become confuse, Malik is the good side and Marik is the bad side. I do hope you’ll enjoy and review ^^
Summary: Bakura is in the nut house and young Ryou just so happens to get signed on as his own doctor to help him with his ‘suicidal attempts’ However Ryou discovers what Bakura’s suicidal attempts really were.
This story will contain hot steamy man sex…just not for a few chapters >.>
“” Speech
// Thought
Subject: Bakura. Last name: Unknown. Age: 24. Appearance: Long white hair and brown eyes. Complexion is normal.
Another day and a new patient. Ryou, a young doctor for what many call the insane, was making his way up the steps of the large white hospital he had recently been accepted into. The young doctor had been working with the ‘insane’ for a few years, starting out as a simple apprentice at the local nut house in his old town, Ryou went on to become a full fledged doctor not working in one of the best hospitals in the area.
Subject 1-41 was committed October 10th of last year and has shown little to no progress though he had not made an attempt to take his own life since being committed.
/Suicidal, how awful./ Ryou’s thoughts drifted to his first patient, this Bakura. In many of the files on the 24 year old it was said that he had a rather nasty temper and was usually unable to contain his anger and had, in the past, attacked several of the nurses.
/He’s been here for 5 ½ months and was shown little recovery. I’ll have to be slow and kind with him if I want to get anywhere./ The youth though as he flashed his card to the two men who stood at the doors before proceeding. Ryou, like his patient Bakura, had long white hair though he kept it tied back to keep it out of his face. His chocolate orbs scanned the hall before he walked over to the elevator and pressed the button for the bottom floor where the patients were held when they weren’t bathing or doing their activities. Closing the file he held Ryou removed the small glasses he had been wearing. He didn’t need them all the time, only when reading small writing.
Coming to a stop, the elevator made it’s little ‘ding’ noise before the doors slid open. Stepping out into the new hall, the youth stopped to ask one of the other doctors where he could find his patient. After getting the information he needed and giving a small thank you Ryou was off down the hall and soon found himself in front of Bakura’s door. Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly he slid his card through the slot and punched in his code. Once the little light turned green he pushed down on the handle and stepped inside.
The room was all in all rather boring with it’s white walls and white room and white floor, everything was white and Ryou wouldn’t have been able to spot Bakura right away had he not spoken.
“So they sent me you.” Turning towards the voice Ryou was actually surprised by what he saw. The files hadn’t produced a picture so naturally he couldn’t help but imagine some nerdy looking pimply faced outcast. What he saw however was nothing close to this. Like the file had stated, Bakura had long white hair though it had more of a ruggish look to it and his piercing brown eyes seemed to watch his every movement. Though his patient was dressed in loose white pants and a shirt he was almost certain that a perfectly sculpted body lay beneath. His skin wasn’t pale as he though it may have been, but actually tanned rather nicely, most likely from the assigned outdoor projects. Naturally the youth had felt many attractions to different men but never his patients. Then again, Bakura was undeniably gorgeous.
“Are you going to speak or stare at me?” Ryou snapped out of his little daze and shook his head before walking over to the chair on the far wall and taking a seat.
“I do apologize Mr. Bakura. I pictured you differently in my mind. My name is Ryou, I’m your new doctor.”
“And I wasn’t expecting someone so young, especially not one with British in them.” Bakura replied from his own spot on his bed. The youth couldn’t help but smile at Bakura’s observation. He didn’t have a heavy Britsih accent and it took people a little while to place it.
“Very perceptive Mr. Bakura. I do have some British heritage.”
“Why don’t you cut the ‘Mr’ bullshit. You and I both know it’s just a way for crack pot retards to feel more equal to the almighty doctors and nurses.”
“Mr…eh. Bakura I do apologize if I have upset you. It was not my intention. I’m only here to help you as best I can, I want you to feel as though you can tell me anything. I want to be your friend.” Ryou made sure to speak softly and sincerely in hoped of winning his patient over.
“My friend? You sit rather far away for a friend don’t you think?” The other retorted with a smirk. Ryou knew that it could be dangerous to sit so close to certain patients, one of the reasons that the doctors in the building carried around tasers so that they could knock out their patients without hurting them. Then again Bakura did have a point. How could he ask for his friendship when he couldn’t even sit close to the other.
Standing, Ryou made his way over to Bakura and stopped at his bed.
“Can I sit here?” He questioned with a soft smile.
“Sit where ever you want.” Simply shrugging off Bakura’s attitude the youth took a seat and pulled out his pad and pen where he scribbled down the date before checking the time and writing that down as well. He didn’t have a very long session with Bakura today but he didn’t mind.
“Now Bakura, I don’t want you to feel pressured by me. We can talk about anything you like. I’m here to help with the healing process and”
“Healing process?” Bakura cut in, his deep laugh filling the room though it was hardly a happy one. “Baby I’m already healed.” He stated, flashing Ryou his wrist. On the slightly tanned flesh was a small series of thin scars. They weren’t very cute very deep and had healed up rather nicely.
“Oh Bakura.” Ryou began softly as he reached out and took the others hand, wanting to get a better look at the scars. “You seem like a very intelligent, good-looking man. Why would you want to kill yourself? Are you depressed or lonely? Perhaps family problems?”
“I’ve never been depressed, I like being alone, and I don’t have a family.” Bakura replied as he took his hand back.
“Then why? Whatever we talk about is private, I won’t tell anyone.”
“You don’t have to. They can read it for themselves.” Bakura said as he gestured towards the notepad. Now Ryou was stuck. It was true that anyone could read his pad if they got ahold of it. The young doctor looked down at his watch and saw that his session would be over soon.
“Well Bakura if we’re going to get anywhere you have to talk to me. Don’t you want to get out of here and have a life again?” Ryou didn’t even notice at first when Bakura tackled him to the bed.
“A life? I had a life before you fucking people took it from me.” Bakura stated hotly as he held the youths wrists tight above his head with one hand. “You all think I’m suicidal and even if I was you wouldn’t be able to help me. How could you help me?” Ryou was at a loss for words, he felt frightened and helpless. Bakura was a very strong man and now he was regretting sitting close to him.
“Would you tell me that I’m really a good boy? That someone in the world could love me?” Bakura’s free hand then began moving down to Ryou’s shirt, pulling out of his pants so that he could lay his hand on the boy’s flat belly. “Or would you love me Ryou? Would you let me put my hands on your naked body and tell me how much you love me? Bakura’s voice had lowered to a soft whisper as his hand slid up Ryou’s torso. The young doctor began blushing immediately and turned his head to the side to try and hide this fact.
“Bakura I”
“Isn’t this session over?” Ryou then felt cold as Bakura got up off his body.
Mua ha ha ha ha ha. Yes I know I suck >.> And yes I know the first chapter is somewhat short but still, please reply ^^ the other chapters will be longer. Also I apologize if you find spelling errors. My spellcheck died u.u;;
This is Tatoa and this is my first fanfic. I am an author on AFF but my other stories are original ones. If you’re interested then please take a look at them. Anyway this story starts out with Ryou and Bakura as the main characters but then through the story I plan to add Malik and Marik as well. For those of you that may become confuse, Malik is the good side and Marik is the bad side. I do hope you’ll enjoy and review ^^
Summary: Bakura is in the nut house and young Ryou just so happens to get signed on as his own doctor to help him with his ‘suicidal attempts’ However Ryou discovers what Bakura’s suicidal attempts really were.
This story will contain hot steamy man sex…just not for a few chapters >.>
“” Speech
// Thought
Subject: Bakura. Last name: Unknown. Age: 24. Appearance: Long white hair and brown eyes. Complexion is normal.
Another day and a new patient. Ryou, a young doctor for what many call the insane, was making his way up the steps of the large white hospital he had recently been accepted into. The young doctor had been working with the ‘insane’ for a few years, starting out as a simple apprentice at the local nut house in his old town, Ryou went on to become a full fledged doctor not working in one of the best hospitals in the area.
Subject 1-41 was committed October 10th of last year and has shown little to no progress though he had not made an attempt to take his own life since being committed.
/Suicidal, how awful./ Ryou’s thoughts drifted to his first patient, this Bakura. In many of the files on the 24 year old it was said that he had a rather nasty temper and was usually unable to contain his anger and had, in the past, attacked several of the nurses.
/He’s been here for 5 ½ months and was shown little recovery. I’ll have to be slow and kind with him if I want to get anywhere./ The youth though as he flashed his card to the two men who stood at the doors before proceeding. Ryou, like his patient Bakura, had long white hair though he kept it tied back to keep it out of his face. His chocolate orbs scanned the hall before he walked over to the elevator and pressed the button for the bottom floor where the patients were held when they weren’t bathing or doing their activities. Closing the file he held Ryou removed the small glasses he had been wearing. He didn’t need them all the time, only when reading small writing.
Coming to a stop, the elevator made it’s little ‘ding’ noise before the doors slid open. Stepping out into the new hall, the youth stopped to ask one of the other doctors where he could find his patient. After getting the information he needed and giving a small thank you Ryou was off down the hall and soon found himself in front of Bakura’s door. Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly he slid his card through the slot and punched in his code. Once the little light turned green he pushed down on the handle and stepped inside.
The room was all in all rather boring with it’s white walls and white room and white floor, everything was white and Ryou wouldn’t have been able to spot Bakura right away had he not spoken.
“So they sent me you.” Turning towards the voice Ryou was actually surprised by what he saw. The files hadn’t produced a picture so naturally he couldn’t help but imagine some nerdy looking pimply faced outcast. What he saw however was nothing close to this. Like the file had stated, Bakura had long white hair though it had more of a ruggish look to it and his piercing brown eyes seemed to watch his every movement. Though his patient was dressed in loose white pants and a shirt he was almost certain that a perfectly sculpted body lay beneath. His skin wasn’t pale as he though it may have been, but actually tanned rather nicely, most likely from the assigned outdoor projects. Naturally the youth had felt many attractions to different men but never his patients. Then again, Bakura was undeniably gorgeous.
“Are you going to speak or stare at me?” Ryou snapped out of his little daze and shook his head before walking over to the chair on the far wall and taking a seat.
“I do apologize Mr. Bakura. I pictured you differently in my mind. My name is Ryou, I’m your new doctor.”
“And I wasn’t expecting someone so young, especially not one with British in them.” Bakura replied from his own spot on his bed. The youth couldn’t help but smile at Bakura’s observation. He didn’t have a heavy Britsih accent and it took people a little while to place it.
“Very perceptive Mr. Bakura. I do have some British heritage.”
“Why don’t you cut the ‘Mr’ bullshit. You and I both know it’s just a way for crack pot retards to feel more equal to the almighty doctors and nurses.”
“Mr…eh. Bakura I do apologize if I have upset you. It was not my intention. I’m only here to help you as best I can, I want you to feel as though you can tell me anything. I want to be your friend.” Ryou made sure to speak softly and sincerely in hoped of winning his patient over.
“My friend? You sit rather far away for a friend don’t you think?” The other retorted with a smirk. Ryou knew that it could be dangerous to sit so close to certain patients, one of the reasons that the doctors in the building carried around tasers so that they could knock out their patients without hurting them. Then again Bakura did have a point. How could he ask for his friendship when he couldn’t even sit close to the other.
Standing, Ryou made his way over to Bakura and stopped at his bed.
“Can I sit here?” He questioned with a soft smile.
“Sit where ever you want.” Simply shrugging off Bakura’s attitude the youth took a seat and pulled out his pad and pen where he scribbled down the date before checking the time and writing that down as well. He didn’t have a very long session with Bakura today but he didn’t mind.
“Now Bakura, I don’t want you to feel pressured by me. We can talk about anything you like. I’m here to help with the healing process and”
“Healing process?” Bakura cut in, his deep laugh filling the room though it was hardly a happy one. “Baby I’m already healed.” He stated, flashing Ryou his wrist. On the slightly tanned flesh was a small series of thin scars. They weren’t very cute very deep and had healed up rather nicely.
“Oh Bakura.” Ryou began softly as he reached out and took the others hand, wanting to get a better look at the scars. “You seem like a very intelligent, good-looking man. Why would you want to kill yourself? Are you depressed or lonely? Perhaps family problems?”
“I’ve never been depressed, I like being alone, and I don’t have a family.” Bakura replied as he took his hand back.
“Then why? Whatever we talk about is private, I won’t tell anyone.”
“You don’t have to. They can read it for themselves.” Bakura said as he gestured towards the notepad. Now Ryou was stuck. It was true that anyone could read his pad if they got ahold of it. The young doctor looked down at his watch and saw that his session would be over soon.
“Well Bakura if we’re going to get anywhere you have to talk to me. Don’t you want to get out of here and have a life again?” Ryou didn’t even notice at first when Bakura tackled him to the bed.
“A life? I had a life before you fucking people took it from me.” Bakura stated hotly as he held the youths wrists tight above his head with one hand. “You all think I’m suicidal and even if I was you wouldn’t be able to help me. How could you help me?” Ryou was at a loss for words, he felt frightened and helpless. Bakura was a very strong man and now he was regretting sitting close to him.
“Would you tell me that I’m really a good boy? That someone in the world could love me?” Bakura’s free hand then began moving down to Ryou’s shirt, pulling out of his pants so that he could lay his hand on the boy’s flat belly. “Or would you love me Ryou? Would you let me put my hands on your naked body and tell me how much you love me? Bakura’s voice had lowered to a soft whisper as his hand slid up Ryou’s torso. The young doctor began blushing immediately and turned his head to the side to try and hide this fact.
“Bakura I”
“Isn’t this session over?” Ryou then felt cold as Bakura got up off his body.
Mua ha ha ha ha ha. Yes I know I suck >.> And yes I know the first chapter is somewhat short but still, please reply ^^ the other chapters will be longer. Also I apologize if you find spelling errors. My spellcheck died u.u;;