Unknowingly Meeting Bakura and Hurting Ryou

[Scoleciphobic]

Fountie: Meh…I realized something…<br>
Bakura: That you have no brain?

Fountie: Be nice for once. And no, that Kittie and I have totally different ways of writing…<br>
Bakura: That only proves that neither of you has a brain, which we already knew.

Fountie: You’re a grouch in the morning, aren’t you?

Bakura: *growls*

Fountie: Heh ^_^;; Kittie? Your surprise is at the end of the chapter…so you’re forced to read it ^_^

Marik: *somewhere slightly distant* I’M NOT COMING OUT!!!

Fountie: Er…flashback will be marked with –X- cause it looks kool and I’m too lazy to italicize it…<br>
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Jerking awake, you glance around frantically. Noticing you are, once again, in a rather large blue bedroom, you sigh heavily and lie back down. Your bed is also rather large—it being queen-size—but it feels so empty since you’re the only one in it and you’re not a large person.

Half of you regrets not staying with Ryou, but after the fight you two have had, it doesn’t seem like you have much of a choice.

-X-

“…so then you use the combination of your cards to create an unbeatable deck,” Ryou finishes, smiling at you.

You, however, are just staring at him like an idiot because none of the stuff your friend has been telling you for the past hour and a half makes any sense. It is just a bunch of mumbo-jumbo if anyone asks you. Of course, no one will because no one cares if you understand it or not.

It’s not like you’re stupid, it’s just the whole thing is beyond your mindset, and it doesn’t interest you at all. The only reason you keep insisting to Ryou that he explain it to you again—and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again—is so that he doesn’t leave you in the dark when he’s talking to his other friends about it. His friends that actually understand it.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” he asks quietly, the smile replaced with a frustrated frown.

You just shake your head and sigh. “Nope.”<br>
“Maybe it’s not worth it,” he says quietly. “You don’t have to understand it just because I do.”<br>
“But I want to!” you protest with a frown.

“It’s really not important, though!” he insists stubbornly.

“But I’m tired of being left in the dark when you talk about it with Yugi and the others!” you say rather loudly.

“You wouldn’t be left out in the dark if you would pay attention!” he replies, but doesn’t yell.

“Maybe I’d pay attention if I actually knew them.”<br>
He looks confused. “But you do know them!”<br>
“No, I don’t. All I know is that Yugi’s grandfather owns a game shop, Joey and Tristan have really bad eating manners, and Tea’s the most annoying person I’ve ever met!”<br>
“You don’t know many people!”<br>
“Well maybe I would if they didn’t treat me like dirt!”<br>
Suddenly, Ryou’s eyes look sad and pained. “That was a long time ago, Angel…”

You just glare at him. “Sixth months isn’t that long ago, Ryou.”<br>
He winces a little. “Alright…but they won’t treat you like dirt. Not everyone is like that.”<br>
“I don’t trust Joey, Tristan, and Tea,” you mutter stubbornly.

“What about Yugi?” he asks, a strange emotion flashing in his usually happy brown eyes.

You shrug. “He’s too cute and innocent to mistrust.”<br>
He frowns a little. “Do you have a crush on him or something?”<br>
You blink in surprise, before raising an eyebrow. “Of course not! I barely know him!”<br>
If possible, Ryou looks actually angrier. His eyes actually narrow and you’re quite startled to see the look on his face. You back away a bit.

“You ok?”<br>
“No,” he mutters lowly almost in a growl.

You swallow hard, having never seen him act like this before. “Was it something I said?”<br>
A cold, bitter smile makes its way onto his normally cute and innocent face. “Maybe.”

[Scoleciphobic]

“What was it?”<br>
“Nothing you need to worry your empty little head about,” he mutters.

You just stare at him, stricken. “Ryou…”

Suddenly your friend’s eyes seem to clear, and he blinks in confusion, before frowning at the look on your face. “What?”<br>
“I’m…gonna…go…” you say slowly, standing up and moving towards the door.

His frown deepens a little. “What for?”<br>
The fear at his strange attitude is replaced with anger and you glare at him. “Because you’re an insensitive bastard who should’ve left me in that warehouse to die like you were going to!”

He flinches violently as if you have smacked him. His chocolate eyes start to fill with tears as he looks at you almost heartbroken.

“Angel…” he says, almost whimpering it.

You force your eyes to harden, and continue to glare at him. “Angels don’t have empty little heads, Ryou,” you hiss bitterly.

He doesn’t say anything as he stands up too and takes a step towards you only to have you take two steps back. He stops and stares at you.

“What are you doing…?” he manages to ask as the tears in his eyes grow large enough to threaten to spill out.

You snort. “Why do you care?”<br>
He lets out a strange, but pitiful nonetheless, noise that sounds like a sob mixed with a whimper. “Because…you’re Angel…” he says, his voice slightly strained.

“Well I’m going to help you by leaving so that you are no longer burdened by my empty-little-headed-self.” You try to block the tears that the pitiful picture of him crying creates.

“No…” he whispers as a tear falls from his eye.

“Have fun at the stupid tournament with your actual friends,” you mutter as you turn to walk to the door, sounding a little hurt.

“No,” he whispers louder as he follows you.

“See you at school,” you say as you walk out the door and onto the sidewalk.

He stops just outside his door and looks after you. “No!” he shouts after you.

You just keep walking, not turning around to look back. If you do, you’ll only lose whatever resolve you have and go back.

“Angel! Come back, please!” he says slightly quieter and softer.

You just shake your head as tears make their way down your cheeks, flying into the air as you move your head harder.

You weren’t going back to the place you knew as your home…you were going to the empty house where nothing you cared about was.

-X-

Sighing heavily, you get out of bed and walk to your closet to get dressed in something comfortable so that you can mope for the rest of the day. You might have to restock on your comfort foods, but doubt it since you haven’t been at the house much.

Eventually, you just pull on a pair of loose black, baggy cargoes and a long-sleeved, semi-tight t-shirt. The shirt itself is the only thing decorative about your new outfit. It’s a deep indigo, with Chinese-style black and red dragons curling around it to look like they’re flying. The ends of the sleeves flare out just a little and a strange almost Celtic design goes up the entire length.

Nodding, you pull your long, black hair back into a messy bun and sigh. It’s Sunday, and so you don’t have school to go to. You’re avoiding Ryou—which you completely regret, now—so you can’t go over to his house. There’s nothing for you to do.

He’s probably at the arcade with his other friends anyway, you think slightly bitterly. Why would he pine after me? I’ve only been his friend since first grade.

You smile a little at the memory…<br>

-X-

A six-year-old version of you walks down the huge hallways of this huge new school. Your hazel eyes are wide with fright, because you have no idea where you’re going. The hall you’re in looks nothing like the one that goes to your classroom. It’s so much bigger.

It isn’t long before you realize you’re lost. Sniffling back a small sob of despair, you hurry back the way you came. Perhaps if you find the front doors you can rejoin your class at recess.

You don’t really have luck on your side, however, and only find yourself staring down another huge hallway. Choking back another sob, you run down this hallway as well trying to retrace your steps.

To your surprise, and happiness, you see the doors that lead to the small playground and quickly run through them. Sure enough, your class is wandering around, pairs of friends playing happily together.

Not belonging to a group of these, you go to sit on one of the four chairs with a heavy sigh. Your long, thin legs slowly kick you back and forth so that the sing rocks you as you stare sadly at the ground. You have no friends at school, and your parents can’t stand you when they are home.

If anyone is to find out that you’re left at home alone, and have been since you’ve been able to talk clearly, to fend for yourself—you’ll probably be taken away. Your parents have threatened you so much you even fear having friends over.

A main reason why you don’t have any.

[Scoleciphobic]

“Get out of the swing! My friends and I want to use them.”<br>
A sharp shove to the chest sends you falling backwards off the swing. As soon as you’re down, you scamper to get up and out of the older kid’s way. She’s at least a second grader, and you really aren’t in the mood to get beaten by someone other than family.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you slowly walk away from the swings with your head down.

You can hear the ridiculing laughs behind you, but you don’t care. If people don’t want to be your friend, you don’t want to be theirs.

Suddenly, you trip over a pair of legs that you hadn’t seen. Landing with a painful grunt, you mutter an apology and get up to look at the poor person you fell over.

A pair of innocently large brown eyes stare back at you from under a mane of pure-white hair. You blink, before remembering where you have seen him before.

He’s the kid that sits at the end of the lunch table, munching away quietly on whatever his mom must’ve given him. He’s got a bit of a weird accent, and sometimes gets teased for it. You, however, think it’s interesting (later on that it’s cute) and sometimes wish he would talk more.

“Hello,” you say softly, sending him one of your cutest smiles.

His cheeks turn pink {aww, he’s already shy}, before lowering his eyes from yours. He mutters, “Hullo,” very quietly.

“I’m sorry about tripping on you,” you apologize, looking a little hesitant. “I didn’t know anyone else would be over here.”<br>
You both are currently at the end of the playground. He’s sitting on a wooden railroad tie that looks like a wooden board. At his feet is the concrete that leads down to the basketball courts the older kids are allowed to play on.

He just shrugs. “This is where I usually come for recess,” he mumbles.

You grin and plop down next to him, happy that he hasn’t chased you off with harsh words. He looks up at you in surprise.

“What?” you ask slightly hurt. “Am I not allowed to sit here?”<br>
He blinks, before frantically shaking his head. {I think I’m getting inspiration for Little Ryou from Bambi, and I don’t own that…} “No…I mean, yes…I mean…I dunno,” he stutters, turning a darker shade of pink.

You tilt your head. “Do you not want me to sit here?”<br>
“I-I…don’t care…” he mumbles, going even darker.

You grin again, and shrug. “Then I will. What’s your name?”

Your lack of shyness is surprising you. You usually don’t talk to complete strangers—especially not boys. He looks back at you, as if amazed you want to talk to him.

“I’m Ryou Bakura,” he says softly.

You grin, now understanding why people make fun of his name. It’s weird. He seems to notice your mental making fun of his name and he looks a little hurt.

“Go ahead and tease me,” he mutters looking away. “I’m getting used to it.”<br>
This time, you do laugh, causing him to look at you in confusion.

“I’m not gonna make fun of you, silly,” you say with a small smile. “My name’s weird, too.”<br>
“What is it?” he asks.

“Sachiel Nyx.”<br>
“What does your name mean?”

You shrug. “Sachiel’s some angel of water, and Nyx is…some-language-that-starts-with-an-‘L’ for night.”<br>
He just nods, not really understanding any of what you just said. Not that you do either, it’s just what you’ve been told.

A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. You being the quiet person you usually are, and Ryou being the shy boy he always is {cuteness}, neither of you try to break the silence.

A question burning in your mind, finally forces you to.

“Hey, um…Ryou?” you ask quietly, flushing a little.

He looks at you. “Yeah?”<br>
“Do you…wanna be…friends?” you ask hopefully.

He just stares at you, his eyes wide in surprise. So used to being rejected, you take it as a sign that he’s disgusted you even asked him. You sigh and look away.

“I understand if you don’t want to…”

“I didn’t say that…” he says softly, causing you to look back at him in surprise. “But if we’re friends…can I call you Angel?”<br>
You blink. “Why?”<br>
He flushes a deep red and looks away, before muttering, “It’s easier to pronounce.”<br>
Grinning suddenly again, you give him a hug to which he emits a very amusing and cute little squeak of surprise. After pulling away, you nod.

“Call me whatever you want.”<br>
He smiles at you for the first time. “Angel it is, then.”<br>

-X-

Wanting desperately to get out of the empty house, you slip on a pair of combat boots and quickly leave the rather large building. You don’t enjoy your parents being rich, because they’re never there to enjoy it with you.

Walking down the street with nowhere really to go, you shove your hands deep into the pockets and sigh.

Where do I go from here, you thought morbidly.

“I will be here when you feel like being quiet;
When you need to speak your mind, I will listen.
And I will be here when the laughter turns to crying;
Through the winning, losing, and trying, we'll be together,
'Cause I will be here.”

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Suddenly, you freeze at the song. Looking around for the source, you notice a rather thin figure sitting at a table just outside the arcade. This figure has long white hair, and you can already tell from here it’s a male.

“Ryou…” you whisper, eyes wide in surprise.

No, it isn’t Ryou who is singing. He’s just sitting there staring at his really small portable CD player with the volume turned all the way up and the song on repeat. His headphones are lying around his neck and his eyes are closed as if he’s concentrating on the song.

He opens his eyes suddenly, and a single tear slowly makes its way down his cheek. You feel as if a hand has clenched around your heart, making it painful for it to beat. It’s also harder to breath.

Just as you’re about to go over to him, even if it’s just to apologize for calling him a bastard—which you realize now was totally uncalled for—the figure of a girl walks up to him. It takes you less than a second to recognize her skimpily tight clothes and identify her to be Tea. You wait, rather impatiently, for her to go back inside. However, what she does next makes your heart burn.

She d**n tramp bends over an wraps her arms around Ryou’s neck in a hug, causing him to blush furiously.

She made your Ryou blush.

Eyes narrowing, you have to stop yourself from leaping on her and tackling her to the ground to kill her. You sigh, feeling every emotion slowly and painfully drain out of your body as if pieces of glass were shooting through your blood down to your feet.

Ryou’s not your friend anymore after what you said to him. Face it.

You just nod absently at your always-right conscience—d**n it—and sigh. You really don’t want to do it, but you need to in order to get to the music store.

Quickly crossing the street, you try to make it right on past Ryou and Tea. You almost succeed, and are mentally congratulating yourself.

“Angel…?” asks a voice timidly, freezing you in your place.

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Fountie: MUAHAHAHAHA! It’s a cliffie ^_^

Ryou: It is long, too.

Fountie: Yay! ^-^

Marik: *slightly muffled* I’M NOT COMING OUT!

Fountie: *sighs* Marik, do you REALLY want me to force you out?!

Marik: *still muffled, but slightly less* No!

Fountie: Then come out on your own!

Ryou: *innocently confused* Why doesn’t he want to—oh!

Marik: *stands just within the readers’ sights with a tail and cat ears* I hate you…*growls*

Fountie: You didn’t put it on! Bad Marik-kitty!!

Marik: You’re pushing it…*glares*

Ryou: Um, Fountie…perhaps you shouldn’t anger him…*looks worried*

Fountie: Yalik’s too humiliated to come out. *shrugs and skips over to put something around Marik’s neck…* There! Much better! *backs away to reveal…*

Marik: *stands there now with a lavender cat collar completely with a bell and it matches his eyes wonderfully* I’m going to kill you…<br>
Fountie: ^_^ Kittie’ll think you’re adorable!

Marik: *eyes soften a little, but he growls* If she doesn’t like it, you’re dead…<br>
Fountie: *meeps and jumps behind Ryou* Eh…heh…^_^;;

Ryou: *sighs a little* Please review?