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Some Kind of Monster	By : KimyouTeki Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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KimyouTeki: Hope you're enjoying the story so far. Thanks once again to my kind reviewers!
Crimson2006, I'm trying to post a chapter each day 'til I'm caught up, so look forward to ch.4 tomorrow night!
ZeldaFitz, glad you like the pacing. Yeah, this fic focuses mostly on Ryou and Jouno and their potential dark sides. I was reading the YGO comic once and Ryou thought, I hate him!! and I was so shocked and thought, "he must have alot of darkness in him." Jouno reminds me of Woody Harrelson in Natural Born Killers, he has this sweet face, and yet his pretty eyes seem to mask the capacity for certain evils....
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Where do I take this pain of mine
I run but it stays right by my side...

So tear me open but beware
There's things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me until I'm clean
It grips you so hold me
It stains you so hold me
It hates you so hold me
It holds you so hold me...

Until It Sleeps

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Bakura couldn't stop sneezing.
Sickening... The king of thieves... on all fours doing this menial housework!
Cloth in hand, he wiped a thick layer of dust off from around the base of the lamp on the end table beside the couch. Bright afternoon light filtered through the gauzy curtains, heating the interior. Ryou had shown Bakura how to turn on the air conditioning, but he'd forgotten again. He had stood and scrutinized the Ra-damned contraption on several occasions throughout the day, for a few minutes each time, but he simply could not understand what the hell he was supposed to do.
Humiliating... I feel like such an idiot... He'll be pissed when he gets home and it's not cold in here...
The front door opened rather suddenly. "Bakura!"
He knew it had to be Ryou, he even recognized his hikari's voice in spite of its brashness. However, he was still startled. Bumping something with his arm, he looked in time to watch the lamp crash into the hardwood floor. Then he looked at the doorway and Ryou was glaring at him.

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Jouno huddled and hugged his long coat tighter around himself as he walked down the hall to his apartment, his bootheels knocking on the hardwood floor. He walked with his head low, a plastic grocery bag hanging from one hand, swaying with each step. It was night, but there were overhead lights every six feet illuminating everything, so Jouno was okay. Relatively.
As he trudged ever closer to his front door, he passed the interminable seconds by mumbling to himself under his breath:
"Night falls upon me like a suffocating shroud. I. Can't. Breathe. The night hangs over me, threatening to devour me. The night has teeth and an appetite..." He chuckled dryly. "I should write a novel. Honda would laugh his ass off."
It was June, yet Jouno was shivering under his heavy coat, covered head to toe in a cold sweat. He had no explanation for this. It had become all too common for him lately, not to mention all the other--
He sneezed loudly, then rubbed his nose. He was standing before his door now, keys in hand.
Almost home.
He looked up and down the empty corridor one last time before unlocking the door and going inside.

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Ryou stared at the shards of porcelain lying at Bakura's feet. Bakura waited. Finally, Ryou opened his mouth:
"That... was... my mother's..."
He looked at Bakura. Bakura didn't offer an apology or explanation. He stood frozen, waiting for Ryou to punish him. Ryou didn't disappoint.
"How stupid are you!?" He rushed forward and shoved Bakura, knocking him on his ass. "Asshole."
Bakura still didn't speak. He knew it was his place to apologize for his mistake, but he had no intention of groveling at Ryou's feet. He got to his knees and moved to stand again, but Ryou grabbed him. Twisting his fingers in a handful of Bakura's hair, he forced Bakura forward and shoved his face to the floor, into the mess of shards.
"Aannh!" Bakura gritted his teeth, not letting anymore sounds escape his lips.
"Don't you know how to apologize when you fuck up? I'm sure you've had plenty of practice at the Pharaoh's feet, right?"
Bakura squirmed and tried to get away.
Ryou gripped him painfully. Raising Bakura's head, he then smacked it into the floor. Dazed, Bakura stopped struggling.
"That's right. Stay down."
He got up and left Bakura lying there.
Once Ryou was gone, Bakura smirked at the empty doorway.
He can be commanding when he wants to... So sexy...

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The lights in Jouno's apartment were all on, and the radio was playing. This was how Jouno had left things, because he'd known it would be dark when he got back.
There had been a time he'd not felt the need to have all the lights on and disturbance running 24/7. There'd been a time when he'd felt at ease in his apartment, on the street, anywhere alone. He wished things could be that way again. He wished more than anything that he could be sane again, for a long list of reasons.
Serenity and Seto Kaiba were high up on that list.
Sighing, he let his coat fall off of his shoulders and tossed it over the armrest of his easy chair, then went to the bathroom to take a leak.
After a second he came back and turned the stereo up, because he couldn't hear it in the bathroom.

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Bakura sat on the floor, knees drawn up and hugged to his chest, back resting against the couch, watching Ryou sweep up the lamp's remains. Ryou worked quietly, offering Bakura not so much as a cursory glance. He swept the larger shards into the dustpan, then took them away and returned with a wet cloth, wiping the floor to get the shards that were too small to see. He finished, then left without a word.
After a few seconds-- only the time needed for a trip to the kitchen trash can-- Ryou came back and leaned against the door frame, staring at Bakura with a calmer, less readable expression on his face. Bakura looked up at him, bits of porcelain still pressed into his forehead.
After a long silence, Ryou broke into a soft chuckle and smiled down at his yami. "Oh, BakuChan..."
He walked over and offered his hand, helping Bakura to his feet. "I'm sorry. But you should have been more careful. You understand, don't you?"
Bakura slowly nodded.
"Let's go get you cleaned up, then. Dinner will have to be late." He walked Bakura up that familiar route to the bathroom.

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Jouno blasted the Metallica. It was 3:30, but he still couldn't sleep. He thrashed back and forth in bed, thoroughly frustrated. He'd tried everything he could think of-- warm milk, counting sheep, reading, masturbation-- but he simply could not fall asleep. He'd tried to turn the lights off, but after just a few minutes had begun to see things and figures moving in the darkness. Although he'd tried to tell himself that nothing was there, he'd wound up hyperventilating and having to turn the lights back on.
"Fuck." He let out a loud growl and, sitting up, snatched the remote off the nightstand. "I give up. I fucking give up." He turned on the TV and began channel surfing.
There was nothing good on. Jouno wrinkled his nose. So many channels and I still can't find anything. Who the fuck decides to put this shit on the air? How stupid are they?
His finger went to the power button, but he stopped himself, because he had a change of heart. While I'm here, I might as well check my e-mail.
Grabbing the wireless keyboard off the nightstand, he turned it on and waited while it connected.
It had been Serenity's Xmas gift to Jouno-- a WebTV terminal. This had struck Jouno as a completely out of left field gift. Jouno had never shown any interest in the internet, not even the porn.
However, once he had it, he'd taken right to it. It was as if Serenity knew somehow.
The messages came on. Dialing... Waiting... Connecting... Connecting to MSN...
He waited and stared at the three small lights on the front of the device-- a green one, a yellow one, and a red one. The yellow light blinked while a page was loading. The green light indicated power on. The red light shone when Jouno had gotten e-mail. The green light was on, and the yellow light was blinking. Jouno waited to see if the red light would come on.
It didn't.
Jouno sighed, a wry grin playing on his lips. Well, nobody loves me.
The connection was complete. The MSN logo, a butterfly, was emblazened across the screen for a few seconds, then faded into Jouno's home page.
The homepage was basically a menu of stuff Jouno never looked at, and news items he never read. He couldn't help but skim them in the time it took him to type in whatever web address he wanted to visit, and he didn't like it-- the news were depressing. He usually shook his head at it before going off to fanfiction archives or online games but tonight, something caught his eye.

Top Gaming Company:
Help Wanted
Top gaming company... Kaiba?
Jouno clicked on the headline, and while the page loaded, he thought to himself how cool it would be if he could get that job, whatever it was. Be close to Kaiba all day. Have an excuse to be running into him all the time.
He was smiling without realizing it.
He snapped to and looked at the story. His face drooped as he was greeted not by Kaiba's irresistable cerulean gaze, but a photo of some androgynous piece of euro-trash in a maroon suit with frilly cuffs and collar, and waist length pink hair. The "top gaming company" was the Schroeder Corporation.
Jouno stuck his lip out, narrowing his eyes in a scowl. Schroeder Corporation? SCHROEDER? Never heard of this asswipe! Everyone knows the Top Gaming Company in the world is Kaiba Corp! Whoever wrote this headline should be shot!
"Asshole," Jouno muttered about the nameless, absent writer of this article.

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"Pale skin is almost impossible to scar, so don't worry about it, BakuChan."
Ryou put the blue stuff away in the medicine chest, then closed the door with a squeak and turned to smile at Bakura, who was sitting on one of the bathstools.
"It's getting late. I'd better go start making dinner. Do you want to help?"
"Okay."
Ryou led Bakura by the hand down the hall, towards the stairs. Bakura gazed lovingly at his hikari's form.
My Beautiful Light... You enjoy this as much as I do, neh? I saw how gleefully you pounced on the opportunity to take your anger out on me. I can tell that you need it, and I'm the only one you can get this relief from. No one else can see how much pain you're in. No one else cares, but I do. I love you, Ryou. I'll tell you a million times... but only in my mind.

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