This is a story that has been burning in the surface of my brain for as long as I can remember. I have had a plan for about a month and now I'm finally getting around to writing it. Enjoy !!! See you at the bottom because I have a request for you all. J
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!©. If I did I would be rich and be in Japan watching Yaoi Anime all-day doing no work.
High School Never Ends.
By SetoKaiba'sShowGirl
Chapter 1: Beginnings and Propositions
Everyone has a purpose in life. Everyone. May it be a doctor, nurse, lawyer or dustbin man. Everyone has one. Everyone either knew their purpose from birth, or made one up along the way, but most will know their purpose early. Even if it's to make people think, or listen to rock music. People usually learn their purpose in high school. The place where half the population will have the worst experiences of their lives. In high school with clicks, gangs, fights, and sex. In high school with teachers, friends, enemies and lovers. I was never in a click or gang. Had never had a fight or had sex. You can say I was quite the innocent, and I was entering my final year. I was just about to start this pinnacle year of education when my father decided to move. I was ecstatic, a new start, a new beginning, a new me, and it truly was. We moved to Japan, I had always loved Japan and was already fluent in the language, to a little town called Domino. I had never been there as my father was always travelling and would not allow me to go by myself. As I packed up my possessions and was saying goodbye to the only person, who ever truly listened to me, I started to think of one thing and one thing only. Japanese boys are so sexy. I was and still am homosexual. I had known since I was 13 when I developed a crush on my teacher of the time. His name was Mr. Westwood. He was always nice and kind to me. I guessed I was different but unlike other people, I never hid it and never felt ashamed. We moved to Japan just before the new school year began. I did not have to wear a uniform, which was uncommon territory to me; I came from an upbringing of private schools. I could never have imagined what was going to occur, never dream. I still cannot quite believe it happened, but I'm glad it did, that he did. I had finally found my purpose. My future. My life. The real me. And all because of one man. I'm Ryou Bakura and this is my story.
He walked through the corridors, shaking from head to toe. He was of a slim build, complimented with a bit of muscle mass so he didn't look like a moving skeleton. He was wearing a pair of casual light blue jeans with bright white sneakers. Adorning the top half of his body was a bright white t-shirt. He carried a piece of paper firmly in his right hand, like a lifeline that would save him from the peril of classroom banter. He stopped in front of a door marked with the number '227'. He took some steadying breaths while raising his hand slowly towards the door. This was his first class, of his new school and he was literally bricking it. His hand was poised in a position to knock, suspended 6" in front of the door. He looked at himself in the polished surface. He had round child like eyes, the colour of milk chocolate, framed by thick black lashes. His face was round but not so to make him look like a 10 year, just innocent and naive. His hair was the colour of snow and contrasted brightly with the colour of his tee. He sighed once again, shifted his backpack higher on his shoulder, rapped his knuckles upon the door and was told to enter. Every head in the classroom turned towards the newcomer. He started to where his new teacher stood and said in the quietist voice he could, with her still being able to hear him, that he was new and had been told to come to this room. The woman nodded and put a hand on his shoulder, turning toward his fellow students.
"Children settle down, this here is Ryou Bakura and he had started here for his final year of high school. He's from England and has moved here from America but speaks fluent Japanese so you don't have to treat him any… Mister Kitou, please pay attention"
Everyone including Ryou looked to the back of the class. There sat a boy who was leisurely spinning a pen around his fingers, forming words with his mouth that Ryou just couldn't make out. What made Ryou gasp and nearly, just nearly, make a fool out of himself was the striking resemblance between the two, but with deliberate mistakes. This boy's eyes were a lot darker then his, sharper more mature. His face, angular and more defined. His hair stuck up in places Ryou's never had, and the tips were dyed black. Another mistake was the amount of metal on this boy's face. One of his ears were covered in small silver rings, all the same size, running from cartilage to lob. Also the boy's right eyebrow was decorated with a matching silver ring. The boy looked up and smiled, no correction smirked at the teacher.
"Mrs. Yagami, how many times have I told you, just call me Bakura."
"Can you please pay attention in my class, or I'll have to put you in detention," Mrs. Yagami let out an exasperated sigh, as if she had made this speech a thousand times before.
"I'd love that, I get to spend some more quality time with you," Bakura replied with a wink.
"No, you will not be getting detention. We have practice and if you miss another one Yami was get you dick and shove it so fa…."
"Thank you Marik, but I will not be giving Bakura a detention today, but I will if he doesn't start paying attention," She sounded as if once again she had given this speech a million times.
"Why? It's the same old thing. We get a new student, which fits into a category. They make friends and that's it. Plus," He finally looked up at Ryou. He hid his surprise well, the only indication was a slight widening of his eyes but it was gone in a flash, "He is way to squeaky clean for me."
Ryou looked at his namesake and understood what he meant. Bakura's clothes were only made up of one colour. Black. His leather boots, leather trousers and casual dress shirt were black. The sweatband on his right wrist was black, even his nails were black. Ryou though didn't see the clothing to be depressing or morbid. In fact, he thought Bakura pulled it off and pulled it off well.
"Okay Bakura, Ryou would you take a seat next to Marik."
Ryou was just about to enter the third lesson of his first day. All that entered his head was Bakura. From homeroom to now, Ryou could not get the man out of his head. His found his way to the classroom 15 minutes early, his head still in a spin. He walked in to the chemistry lab, still in a haze of deep brown eyes and silver eyebrow rings. 'He and I look so alike, but even without knowing him I know we are complete opposites. I'm just so obsessed, and he didn't even acknowledge my presence.' Ryou laughed aloud.
"Why do I like him so much and I wonder what he was writing?" Ryou asked aloud to the empty classroom, placing his head on his palm.
"Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness," Well, to what Ryou 'thought' was an empty classroom.
Ryou looked up and saw two boys standing in the doorway. One was short, couldn't be more then 5", with tri-coloured hair of lilac, blond and black that amazingly defied gravity. His face was round and had a look of a 12 year old, with big round amethyst eyes. His companion was leaning against the doorframe and looked like that boy from homeroom, what was his name, something with a M, and like Ryou and Bakura, with calculated mistakes. He was about 5,11", which made the other look even more diminutive. He was less defined then his doppelganger, making him look a lot more innocence. His eyes were a violent purple making him look slightly insane, but still sane enough to attend school. He had extremely tanned skin showing to all that he wasn't originally Japanese.
"Sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here," Ryou said to the two in the doorway.
"No worries, we just came in here for our next lesson," The smaller of the two said, a smile that just radiated purity adorning features.
"So, are you new here? Seeing as I've never seen you around and I know everyone," The taller said walking towards Ryou for a better look.
"Hai, I'm Ryou, Ryou Bakura. I started here today, just moved from America but I'm originally from England," Ryou said stretching out his hand for either to shake.
The taller of them shook his hand and peered more closely at him, "You're very good-looking, did you know that?" Ryou blushed seven shades of red. "Anyway I'm Malik Ishtar, second best looking guy in the school."
Ryou laughed trying fighting his blush away, "Who's the first?"
"You might have meet him already, with his sexy…"
Ryou didn't get to hear the rest because he was interrupted, "Don't make him start a sermon. I'm Yugi Motou, star striker of the domino high soccer team," Yugi said to Ryou with some amount of pride in his voice, shaking Ryou's hand after Malik.
"Soccer as in football?" Exclaimed Ryou, "I play football."
"Really?" replied Yugi in an excited tone, "What position do you play?"
"Right midfield," Ryou answered, "I thought that was the one thing I was going to miss about England, but if you have a team here I can watch some good football."
"You can do better then that," Yugi replied in an excited tone, bouncing on the balls of his feet, "Wanna try-out? Our last midfielder just left so we need a new one, our subs are bullocks."
"Really, playing football, it'll be just like England," Ryou had a smile on his face he hadn't had, for a long time.
"Football, you mean big muscle men in two much protective gear wrestling with each other, its worst then when I have sex," Malik said with a complete unfazed expression.
"Ummm, no that's not what I meant," Ryou stated with exasperation, "I meant football, as in kicking a ball to each other, not picking it up."
Yugi was indifferent to Malik's declaration, probably quite used it by now. "Well try-outs are at 4, so if you want to come, just come along, just go to the gym block. What time's your last lesson?" He said in rapid succession to Ryou.
Ryou blinked, and then blinked again. Yugi just smiled at him. Malik (just like Yugi had earlier.) looked completely indifferent. "Ummm. I think I finish at 2:30. So I have enough time to get home and get my gym stuff."
Just as Ryou was finishing his sentence more people came into the classroom followed by the teacher, "Well see you at 4," they said in unison taking their places at the front. Ryou stared in to space again thinking this time about not only Bakura, but football as well. Such as Bakura playing football or Bakura scoring a goal or Bakura having sex with him… Wait that's not right.
Ryou was in his car, a little white convertible that his dad gave him on his 17th birthday, driving back to school after going home to get his football kit. He wasn't nervous anymore. Football was the only manly thing he liked and was any good at. He had tried other 'manly' things but nothing had really worked out. Boxing, he was knocked out. Rugby, he had a problem that kept 'arising' when big, muscular, sweating men writhed on top of him, but he had a natural ability when it came to football, he was confident in his ability on the pitch. He had agility, control and skill, everything a good footba… I mean soccer player needed. If the team, like Yugi said, needed a midfielder, well he was on the team. Ryou looked at his watch as he entered the student parking lot. 3:30, perfect, he had enough time to change then grab his football and practise a little. He jogged to the gym block to find it completely empty. He quickly changed and got the football from his bag. He went on the pitch behind the gym block. It was used as a football pitch, an American football pitch, track, athletics and Ra knows what other sport. Ryou stepped onto the pitch and started doing a few kicks-ups when he heard a call of his name he turned to see Malik and Yugi jogging up to him.
"Hiya, wow you are good," Yugi said watching Ryou kick the ball up higher do I half turn and continue with his kick-ups in perfect timing, "Really good, now all you have to do is pass the coach's test and you're on the team."
"Thanks," Ryou said continuing with his kick-ups, "Are you on the team to Malik."
"Yeah, I play defence. They tried to put me left or right but I'm one of them annoying people who don't listen and still plays good," Malik said with smirk.
"Give me a touch," Yugi asked Ryou.
Ryou did one more kick before passing the ball to Yugi. Yugi continued where Ryou left off. Keeping the ball off the ground with precession. Malik looked on and started counting then got bored after 10 and started talking to Ryou, "So, got a boyfriend?"
"No, how did you know I was gay?" Ryou said turning to Malik.
"I didn't, but I know you are now. Don't worry," He continued at the worried look on Ryou face, "I am too and Yugi will fuck anything that stays still long enough."
Yugi faltered in his keep-ups and Malik took over, "I will not. Liar," Yugi said with a pout, "I've only had sex once, with a girl," He added from the look on Ryou's face, "He only says that because I like boys as well, he thinks bi-sexual people are just indecisive."
"Well, how many boyfriends have you had over the summer?" Malik questioned passing the ball to Ryou who continued keeping the ball off the ground.
"8, but I never slept with any of them," Yugi said still pouting.
Ryou laughed, "And how many girlfriends have you had?"
"5, once again I never slept with any of them," Yugi replied once again pouting, "Anyway why are you two picking on me? Malik pick on Ryou, he's our new friend."
Ryou blushed passing the ball to Yugi, which had still failed to connect with the ground, "Please don't, whatever you ask will be very awkward for me."
"Come on Ryou, we're all friends it doesn't matter," Malik said putting an arm around the boy's shoulders, "How many boyfriends have you had over the summer. American boys are over sexy."
"0, I've never had a boyfriend," Ryou said waiting for the teasing to come.
This time the ball actually did hit the floor, as Yugi wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention, "Never, why's that, I mean you're not ugly and you're actually a nice person."
"Back in England," Ryou started looking at the floor, "I wasn't very popular, I had no friends and being gay wasn't very…trendy either. So when I moved to America a year ago it wasn't any different."
Yugi and Malik exchanged a very meaningful look, "Well, it doesn't matter, allow us to be your first two friends," Malik said smiling towards Ryou, "From a school full to the brim with dicks and gays and gays with dicks."
Ryou looked up and smiled. Never having friends before he was quite enjoying this new sensation. He smiled and picking up the ball as more people came on to pitch to start the try-outs.
The process was simple. You did a couple of lengths of the pitch and whoever was tried left. Ryou was not. Then they had to do a basic dribbling test through a bunch of orange cones, if you left the ball or went off course, you were out. Ryou was not. Then you had to do a few passes with a member of the team, if you missed a pass you were out. Ryou was not. Finally, it was down to Ryou and a boy who looked like he would beat up the coach if he didn't get in.
"Now all you have to do is score," The coach said with smile on his face. "You will be playing against some of the squad. Allow me to introduce you to them."
Four players moved onto the pitch. Each were wearing the team's light blue shirt with the team's name, Domino Diamonds, stamped on the front and their names on the back. Accompanied with white shorts and socks. Malik, Yugi, a boy with blonde hair and brown eyes who had goalie gloves on and a kid twice the size of everyone else was what Ryou was up against.
"Allow me to introduce your first obstacle, Steve Hanson who is one of are star midfielders. Malik Ishtar who is our star defender, Yugi Motou our star striker, who has scored a goal in every match his played for the Diamonds. If and once you get pass them three you then have to score against our goalkeeper, Joey Wheeler. In his whole career on the Diamonds he has let in only 9 goals." The coach's smile turned into a smirk, "If neither of you get to score, I'll pick the one who got furthest, you get 3 turns. You first." he pointed at the other who was with Ryou.
It went terribly. The first attempt he got, Steve took the ball with ease and kicked it long to Yugi who headed it in to the goal, where Joey was leaning against the goal post as if he knew it was going to happen. Second time was the same. The third, he got pass Hanson but Malik did a spectacular slide tackle and scored the goal himself, gave Yugi a high five before going back to his position. The coach got him to sit down and called Ryou up. Ryou took the ball and placed it at his feet. He took two deep breaths before the coach blew his whistle. He faked to Hanson, making it look like he was going to go left but went right. He was a foot in front of Malik when he flicked the ball over his and Malik's head, ran around him and took possession again. Now Yugi, he tried to fake to Yugi but he was too clever for that and took possession, Ryou gave chase, gave him a tackle to get back possession, and jogged into the box. He stopped the ball and waited for Joey to come to him. Joey came forward; Ryou gave a very Malik like smirk and gave the ball a kick over the blonde's head where it soared into the top left hand corner. Everyone cheered. Ryou smiled and turned to Yugi who looked completely lost for words, Malik had a most evil smirk on his face, Hanson had walked off and Joey had his mouth open like a fish out of water.
"Congratulations," The coach said, "You're on the team, I see you know Ishtar and Motou already, they will tell you the times and dates of practises. First practise is on Wednesday at five, don't be late and we'll have your kit then. Motou get Bakura's size for me, we wouldn't want him looking like a hooker at our first game."
Malik, Yugi and Ryou were doing kick-ups again laughing at the other players who failed to make the grade.
"Did you see the guy at the beginning that was out of breath after half a length?" Yugi said laughing.
"Or the guy who kicked the ball in a straight line when we suppose to be going in between the cones?" Ryou continued from Yugi, mirth showing clearly in his voice.
"The one who was last with you made me laugh, trying to think he could get past me, loser," Malik laughed then turned towards Ryou, a serious look on his face, "How did you know the only way to get past me was to keep it high?"
"I didn't, I took a risk and it pai… oi, oi we're playing here."
Just as Ryou was passing the ball, someone had walked on to the pitch. Not around but through. The person turned to Ryou and Ryou nearly had a heart attack. It was the man he'd been thinking about all day.
Bakura smirked, "So?"
"What do you mean so? You arrogant, self-centred…" Ryou was angry, he felt anger he had never felt before, and he didn't know why.
"No one speaks to me like that." Bakura stated baring his abnormally long teeth.
"Well, I am what are you going to do about it."
"I might just have to give you a fat-lip."
Ryou curled both hands into fists, "I'm from England darling, don't tell me what you're going to do, just do it."
No one really saw what happened next, but we can summarise that Ryou punched Bakura, right on the jaw. Bakura head turned to the side from the force of the hit. He turned his head back and moved his jaw back into place before advancing toward Ryou. Ryou didn't dare move, closing his eyes waiting for the impact, 'The sexy guy is going to hit me, the hot guy is going to hit me. Why did I have to hit him? What if I've bruised his beautiful face!?'
"I'm not going to hit you, just open your eyes."
Ryou opened his eyes to see not only Bakura standing in front of him, but two others. One was Bakura's friend from homeroom; he was smirking manically as if he was watching a really funny (and gruesome) show on television. He was the tallest of the three and the biggest. The other Ryou had never seen before but knew why he thought he did. Like Malik and whatever his name was or Ryou and Bakura, he looked like Yugi but with premeditated mistakes. He was taller then Yugi but only by about 5 inches if that. His face was sharper more mature, regal looking. His eyes were crimson as were the tips of his hair; where as Yugi's were amethyst. He had his arms crossed in a pose that demanded respect.
"What's your name little one?" Bakura asked facing Ryou.
"Ryou, but if you were listening in homeroom you would have known that," Ryou said with a slight smile on his face.
"No one listens in homeroom babe, but if I knew you were… interesting I would have."
"Thanks, I think," Ryou said scratching the back of his head. It was a lot easier talking to Bakura then he thought it would be.
"Well anyway, allow me to introduce you to my friends. This is Marik," He said pointing at the Malik look-alike, who waved at them before winking at Malik. "And this is the pharaoh," The pharaoh gave him a glare, "Sorry, I mean Yami," Yami nodded at Ryou then Malik and when he got to Yugi he looked him down then up, then up and down again before smirking at him. Yugi blinked, and then blushed before looking away acting as if Yami wasn't even there.
"Well, this is Yugi," Ryou said pointing at Yugi. Yugi waved while looking in a random direction, "And this is Ma…"
"We don't need an introduction, Hey you two, hey sweetie," Malik said while walking over to his doppelganger and wrapping his arms around his neck.
Marik gave a (mostly) sane smile and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, "Hey babe."
"Anyway," Bakura said ignoring the wide eyes on Ryou's face, "What are you up to tonight?"
"I don't know, why?" Ryou said. 'Is he going to ask what I think he's going to ask?'
"Well, if you are free, would you like to see me and my band play at a club in town?" Bakura said with a smirk, "And if I do say myself, we rock."
Ryou felt a little bit let down, 'Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.' "I'll love too, who's in your band?"
"You're looking at us," Yami said still watching Yugi.
"Okay then, what time and where?" Ryou questioned looking at all three member of the band. These guys defiantly didn't sing pop music.
"9 at Club 'Skunk'. Your friends will know where it is. Actually why don't you bring them, they might get laid, looks like they need it." Bakura walked off followed by Marik who gave his lover a quick kiss before going. Then after about 30 seconds Yami realised his friends were gone, winked at Yugi and was on his way.
To Be Continued …
I think that turned out pretty well. I mean this idea has been in my head for only Ra knows how long, and now I'm finally putting it in writing. But now aid readers I am asking a favour (if I at least get some reviews, tear.) if you could: 1, think of a name for the Yamis band. 2, think of 2 songs for the next chapter, the Yamis will be singing them. Whoever thinks of it will get internet cookies and the next chapter dedicated to them. So please review with your ideas and comments. Koi, See Ya next chapter. J