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Give Me Eyes To See	By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1662 -:- 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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Author: I am bored so I'm gonna try and
start a new fic; tell me what you think!
Ryou: Star me! Star me!
Author: Actually yes you are going to be the star in this
one...somewhat...I need to star Marik sometime but I need a good inspiration...
anyways, tell me what you guys think and if I should continue! I'm sorry about
not updating my other fics, especially Wish You Were
Here With Me, that often; it's my school's fault!
Anyways, here's something for you guys to tide over in the meantime!
Ryou: Roasted marshmallows for the first five reviewers!
Author: ><;;; you and your
marshmallows�

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When his eyes opened to the early sunshine all he could see was
the blurry chandelier that hung over his view. The boy blinked his eyes once,
twice, three times in attempt to focus the large object upon the ceiling, but
to no avail. Frustrated he sat up and kicked his bed covers aside. Ryou
stumbled off his bed, fumbling his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. He
finally found the door upon the blur of whites and yellows of his walls; he
stepped carefully into the bathroom, making sure that he didn't trip over the
bath rug that lay upon the cold marble floor.
The thirteen year old white haired teen felt his way to the
toilet, and pulled his cotton pajama pants down. He squinted at the toilet in
an effort to see where it was, whimpering as he peed that what he heard was not
the tinkling sound of water, but nothing; he missed the toilet again. Sniffing
he backed up when he finished and crumbled to the ground against the wall and
hugged his knees to his chest. "I'm so stupid...I can't even...pee
right...I'm so stupid!" he hit the wall and began the cry, "I want to
be able to see! I want to be able to see!"

***

Young Ryou was the son of a duke, living in an estate in England.
As a child he was known to be an extremely gifted musician, learning how to
play the violin and piano by the age of four. He was the child prodigy in
London; how horrible it was for the young boy when at the age10 h10 his sight
began to deteriorate.
A trip to the doctor had confirmed it; his iris muscles were too
weak and had not been able to control the amount of light that entered his
eyes; because of this his retina was damaged by the intense light that was let
into his eyes. They had fitted him with tinted glasses, hoping to preserve what
was left of his vision, but over the years the damage done to the retina seemed
to be slowly taking its toll, claming more and more of his eyesight.
As Ryou began to lose his eyesight, he began to lose himself n the
world. He was bullied at school; it was bad enough that he was the duke's son,
but he was now also handicapped. When the small boy came home one day with a
bloody nose and broken lip, his father immediately took him out of school; Ryou
continued his schooling at home.
Ryou also began to lose his confidence, not being able to do
anything he wanted to do...
And then he came...

***

A knock came upon his bathroom door, "Ryou?" the low
tenor voice called out, "get out of there you dimwit!"
Slowly the small teen pulled himself fromfrom the ground just as his personal servant stepped into the room.
"You did it again you stupid kid!" Marik screamed,
glaring at the toilet, "I'm not cleaning it! You'll just have to wait for
the maid." Reaching down he seized the small teen's arm and dragged him
out of the bathroom.
"I-I-I didn't brush my teeth yet!" Ryou protested as he
was flung on the bed.
"Yea well, you owe me a blowjob so get to it!"
Whimpering to himself, Ryou struggled to get into a sitting
position as he heard Marik unzip his pants.

***

Marik was a low class boy who came from Egypt to make a living. He
only had enough money to fly to England, where he became Ryou's personal
servant; he was chosen because of their closeness in age; it is hard to find young
servants in modern days.
What was only known to Ryou, however, that Marik was sadistic, and
violently disturbed from living in the darker parts of Cairo, which were even
more dangerous than many ghettos because of Egypt's lower economy.
He made himself known to Ryou to scare the boy into submission.
Upon his arrival, he was delighted that his master was partially blind; it gave
him the perfect initiation to take advantage of him. Marik threatened the
adolescent, saying he would destroy the boy's beloved personal, irreplaceable
violin if he refused to do what he said.
It worked; Ryou, young, sweet and innocent, unused to such cruel
treatment, complied and stayed quiet.

***

Marik grunted with satisfaction a wit withdrew from Ryou's mouth
and hastily redid his pants, "Good job. Now that wasn't too bad was it?
Now you can clean your mouth out. You should thank me; I saved you the trouble
of having to brush your teeth twice. Get to it! I'll make the bed or
something."
The white haired teen fumbled his way back towards the bathroom, a
bitter taste in his mouth, still full from Marik's cum. As he reached the
doorway he collided into the door frame and flew back, spitting out the
contents in his mouth.
"Sweet Ra!" Marik glared at the boy who lay
on the ground upon his back, staring stunned at the ceiling, "Now you just
gave me more clothes to clean! Argh! It's enough that
I have piles of your pajamas to wash, now another set! Stop
running around and messing things up, god damnit!"
Ryou continued to lay there for awhile,
waiting for the purple blotches to stop clouding his vision before he rolled
over. Getting upon his knees he crawled the rest of
the way in.
"I hate you," Ryou whispered to himself as he stripped
of his nightwear. If only his violin was locked away safely, not sitting on a
stand in the living room where it was proudly displayed like his parents wanted
it to...then he could rid of Marik easily, and get a servant who could actually
help him.
Marik has his good moments too, but realistically, he was a young
teen in puberty, and had many mood swings and sexual frustrations...
When he finally finished, Marik had his new clothes set out.
"God you're so helpless," the Egyptian commented as Ryou
stretched out his arms towards him. Marik slid on the boy's blouse, and then
moved to slide on his pants, fastening the clasp at the top. "Honestly,
all the technology that we have in this modern day, but we can't even fix a screwed up eye!"
�Retina��
�Whatever!�
Ok...so maybe he didn't hate his servant that much; when the teen
was in a good mood, all was well. If only he didn't have to get fondled like
that all the time when he was horny, "Thanks Marik."
"For what?!"
"For supporting me..."
Marik snorted, "Whatever, get a move on."
Ryou let himself be dragged from his room, sighing in defeat. Was
he going to be like that when he hits puberty too?
�Good morning Ryou," his father ruffled him on the head as he
brushed by, "you have to practice your violin today; we have booked you
for a performance."
"Right," the white haired boy mumbled as Marik plunked
him into a chair. He dropped his head into his arms as Marik set a bowl of
cereal in front of him. "All he does is like to show me off...then he's
rarely there."
"As least you have a father," the Egyptian snapped.
Ryou clamped his mouth shut; it was very hard to speak to Marik
about his problems; the other teen's seemed to always be worse. He felt the
cold spoon push against his lips and he parted them, letting the cereal be
shoved into his mouth.
"Just like a baby," Marik commented, smirking to himself
as he removed the now empty spoon. He dunked it back into the bowl, filling it
up again with milk and corn flakes.

Ryou winced as the strings of his bow slid across his fingers
again, for the fourth time since the beginning of his rehearsal.
"Ryou!" his instructor scolded, "you've been
playing the violin for years! You should know the strings inside and out!
Honestly! How can mess up after such experience?"
"I'm sorry," Ryou mumbled, sucking upon his raw digits.
"For heaven's sake woman give my master a break!" Marik
called from the sofa he was sitting on, "He isn't going to have any
fingers left by the time you are done with him!"
"So rude," the instructor sniffed, adjusting her
glasses, "very well, Ryou, you can take a short break."
"Get over here you," Marik motioned, exaggerating his
movements so that Ryou wouldn't just see a blob.
The young boy set his violin down gently, and then padded over to
his servant, who had a cold washcloth ready.
"You rich people," Marik snorted as he pressed the cloth
to his master's fingers to relieve the pain, "so stuck up and weird."
"I'm not stuck up!" Ryou defended haughtily.
"Right..." Marik rolled his eyes, "you take a piss
all over the bathroom then expect someone else to clean it; back in my home I
rarely got even a clean toilet!"
"Watch your tongue you rogue!" the instructor wailed
from across the room, "such language in this household! Don't you DARE
influence Ryou!"
"He's too naive," Marik waved her off.
"I am not!"
"Wow...so much attitude today! If
you were anyone else you would be a bloody pulp now, Master."
The thirteen year old gritted his teeth; Marik can be so annoying!
So what if he was older; doesn't mean he knows more! He knows just as much as
he does!
"Honestly...so spoiled..."
"You're the one who made me give a ...a..."
Marik smirked and leaned
in, speaking quietly, "Hey, I'm just teaching you early! When you turn
fourteen or fifteen and start having wet dreams and masturbating all the time,
you won't be as confused. Besides," he leaned back lazily, "I liked
it. You can't blame me; I'm a teenage guy, I need my sex fix, and you're
perfect. Pretty, like a chick."
"WHAT?!?" Ryou screeched, startling his
instructor as he leapt at his servant and began to hit him, "I don't look
like a girl! I'm a boy! I'm a boy! I'm not girly! Take that! And
that!"
"Ryou! Do calm yourself!" the elder lady
strode over quickly and pried the small boy off his servant, "My, you ARE
getting violent. Do control yourself child! Yre are a proper noble! Not some
street mongrel!"
Marik groaned as Ryou was taken away to resume his lessons,
"That's what I get for trying to be nice!"

Ryou ignored his servant throughout the rest of the day; in fact,
he avoided the Egyptian completely, shutting himself in the library. He loved
the old place: large cedar tables stretched the length of the wing, lined with
dusty shelves of the same red wood. Books by the thousands were set neatly in
their place; a few lay strewn across the tables. Chairs, carved delicately out
of the same gorgeous cedar, framed the tables, a dark green velvet cushion
fluffed on top of each one.
Ryou chose a spot by the glass doors that led into the back of his
estate, a new book clutched into his hand. The young adolescent had spent an
hour looking for the novel; despite modern days, his parents decided top
tp
their library traditional, so looking for books were sometimes a hassle.
He had barely begun to flip through the first pages - it does
require a good bit of effort for him to read due to his eyesight - when he
heard someone rapping upon the window. He glared at the mocha coloured blur
that met him, "Go away Marik."
Marik hammered the glass door again, "Don't make me knock it
down Ryou! You know I can!"
The boy sighed, stuck a ribbon to mark his place in the book, and
then went and unlocked the door, letting his servant inside, "What do you
want?"
"So bratty," the Egyptian teen said casually as he
dropped down onto a chair, "look, I didn't mean to call you girly ok? You're
just very pretty." He leaned over to pat Ryou on the head, who shied away from the touch. He sighed in exasperation,
"I'm trying to be nice for once here!"
"I'm not pretty! Girls are supposed to be pretty!" Ryou
snapped defensively, "boys aren't supposed to be 'pretty'!"
"Well then how about beautiful?" Marik countered,
"Boys can be beautiful can't they?" He turned to fRyouRyou, noticing
how the boy's pale skin had flushed to a soft pink, &qulattlattered aren't
we?"
Ryou turned his head away and pouted.
"So childish," the older teen commented as he picked up
Ryou's book, "come on, dinner is to be ready soon and the last thing I
want is the Lord and Lady ranting at me for not bringing their son to dinner on
time." He tucked the book under his arm, and then offered his other hand
to Ryou.
Ryou looked at the hand shaped blob before taking it, and let himself be led out of the room.

"I don't want Bakura to come," Ryou said miserably as he
sat on his bed, Marik running a brush through his silvery hair.
"I have never met the guy..." Marik commented, "But
your parents said at dinner that he was an older version of you. That sounds
hot."
The pale noble flushed red, "I don't understand types like
you," he muttered.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" the Egyptian dropped
the hair brush, "you love it just as much as I do." Marik hugged the
younger boy from behind, sliding his skilled hands down Ryou's thin chest.
Ryou stifled a moan, "N-no I don't," he answered weakly,
"Being gay is wrong!"
Marik snorted, "I'm very gay Ryou. I don't screw around with
you �cause I don't have any chicks; I screw around
with you cause I am very VERY gay and I think you are
very hot!"
The youth tried to wriggle out from his servant's arms, "Well
I'm not gay! Find someone else!"
"My, aren't you the one with the attitude today; no wonder
you don't have wet dreams...you're too stiff..." Marik slid his hands past
the boy's hips, stroking his inner thigh through the thin material of his
pajamas.
Ryou whimpered, "Leave me alone..."
"I don't want to, my little Master," was the answer.
Marik nuzzled Rys nes neck, his hands sliding over the boy's bulge.
His Master writhed in his arms, "Marik, for God's sake; leave
me alone!"
"Fine," Marik backed off, "though I suggest you do
something about that hard-on of yours..." He strode calmly to the doors,
an air of victory about him. As he turned the brass knob he blew a kiss
good-night to Ryou, and then disappeared behind the carved white doors.
Ryou squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will his erection away, but
realized that his body wasn't listening to reason. Trembling he slid his hands
under his pants, his slender fingers gently curling around his arousal. He
whimpered, feeling the surge of pleasure that rushed through him with this
simple touch. He began to stroke himself, each touch feeling more sinful than
the last. Marik told me this was natural
for someone my age...but it feels so wrong... perhaps it felt even more
wrong that the images flooding into his mind wasn't of young, beautiful girls,
but rather his Egyptian servant�s smooth, lean body; his rich caramel skin, his
sex...
He gave a silent cry as he released into his hands, making a mess.
Squinting, he curiously peeked into his pants and grimaced. Ejaculation always
looked so gross to him, especially when it was in his mouth. Carefully cupping
as much of the hot liquid as he could, he pulled his hands out. Ryou emptied the cuman> an> into the garbage beside his bed, hoping to God that
he didn't miss it. He fumbled around, in search for a tissue. Stupid, stupid eyes! he
cursed to himself, realizing just how difficult it was to clean himself up from
such a shameful act quickly. What if someone walked in?
The tht pat panicked the young boy. Scrambling out of bed he fled
in the general direction of the bathroom, running headlong into the wall beside
the door.
"Ow!"
He fell back onto his behind, resisting the urge to rub the
developing bump on his forehead with his soiled hands. The world spun around
him in a blur of colours, his eyes losing focusou sou shut his eyes tightly,
hoping that the spinning would stop. It was bad enough that he could barely see, any head injury could clinch it for him.
Finally the pounding stopped and his warily opened his eyes. The
darkened grooves of the carvings on Ryou bathroom door seemed to grin at him,
mocking him for missing the entry. "Shut up; leave me alone," Ryou
said aloud before picking himself up. He washed his hands in the sink, rubbing
thoroughly until he was certain no evidence remained of his first masturbation.
He walked back to his room; the young noble stood at the foot of his bed,
staring at the mounds of mattresses and sheets, I will never look at my bed the same way again... Having Marik toy
with him was one thing; that street servant was nothing but a perverted teenager
who tended to bully younger kids for relieving himself; but him
masturbating...? That was a whole new situation altogether.
"I'm not gay," he weakly assured hlf.Author: Erm...cause you're the
antagonist...
Marik: I'm not THAT horny!
Ryou: You make him sound like he has PMS. I like him one second,
hate him the next...
Author: You're only thirteen, so you're not exactly too mature to
just kick him off and scream rape... >< I'm trying to actually make you
sound thirteen ok?
Ryou: Whatever...*pout*
Author: Errm... *cough cough* Anyways, se rse review and tell me what you think!
I'll try to make the next chapter better...I like the plot but need to unravel it properly...and my muse
died...if I had one to begin with... >< I know it sounded a bit choppy
but I�m trying to write it how a thirteen year old would see his day�just
of
of interesting moments kinda thing�
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