[YGO Fic] A New Chapter - Chapter Twenty One
※ Pairing - Fragileshipping
※ Warnings - It's one of my older stories.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it. Yes, this stupid little poem is mine too.
[Ryou’s Diary: Entry 316 - Date: December 24th, 1997 (Age: 11)]
Dear Diary,
Oh. My. God.
Yami has been reading my diary. Ever since I moved in with him and his family. But I’m not angry at him for it. He explained everything to me. Maybe I should explain it to you too huh? Well, okay.
I woke up this morning to find a letter on my bed and my diary opened to yesterday’s entry. I was a little worried about reading the letter at first because I figured it was from Yami because I can’t see Yugi ever going through my things. I don’t know much about him, but I’ve figured that much.
So anyway, I finally opened the letter and I was right, it was from Yami. So I read the letter. And you’ll NEVER guess what he said! Okay, I won’t make you guess because we’ll be here forever, so I’m going to tape the letter onto the next page.
‘Dear Ryou,
Yes, I read your diary, but please don’t get angry. I did it because there was no other way to find out anything about you. You’re always in your room and you don’t talk to anyone about anything so I had to go to desperate measures.
I didn’t expect to find what I did though, when I read through your book. You seemed like the type who’d be loved by all but when I read about what your friends had done to you I realized how wrong I was. To say that I was surprised about finding out that you were gay would be an understatement, but don’t flip out. Nobody’s going to beat you up because of it. I’m gay too and the gang doesn’t mind.
Seto and Isis have practically been married since kindergarten. Tristan has a crush on Mai, but he’s too shy to do anything about it, though Joey (Tristan’s best friend/little brother) keeps telling him to go for it. Joey and Tea (I saw that you thought Tea and I had something going) have been together almost six months, though they’ve been best friends for a lot longer. And then Malik and Yugi just started to explore their sexuality before you moved here.
And I don’t hate you. I know that it’s hard to believe because we all put up a front with new people, that and Tristan, Joey and Kaiba are just really mean. You just happened to be a little different then the other new people that have come to our school. I’ll explain this in a minute, but first I want to say that I’m writing this and not just talking to you because I don’t know how to talk to you. Every time I do I end up saying something really stupid and I can tell that I’ve hurt you before.
Okay, here goes.
Ryou, remember at Halloween? When I asked you why you didn’t go out and you said that you didn’t have someone to go with? I hope you can consider going out with us next year. And hey, I talked to Mr. Makoto before we left for holidays and he’s going to put you back into our class…that is if you want to.
Were you really in a coma? I’m sorry that that happened to you and your father doesn’t think of you as an infant and just be happy that at least you have a father. I know he’s away a lot and you miss him, but he misses you too. You’re his only son (at least, you never mentioned having any other siblings) and he wants you to grow up so you can survive.
I usually have no problems with people, but when you’re around I feel really weird. It’s a good kind of weird though but I don’t know if I can explain it. I have totally given off the wrong impression of what I really feel.
I *like* you Ryou.
I know this sounds stupid, I mean, I don’t even know you right? Well, you’re wrong there. I’ve watched you. I’ve noticed little things about you, like how you always have this one lock of hair that is in your eyes. Or how every night at exactly 9:00 you’re sitting in your room writing in your diary.
When I found out that you were my Secret Santa I wasn’t disgusted. I was shocked. I had been hoping that I’d get you but I figured out of everyone else, that it was next to impossible. And speaking of that…I didn’t know what to get you, but I do have a present for you now. But you have to wait until midnight tonight.
Is any of this making sense? I’m trying to say one thing, but no matter what words come to mind, they don’t make sense. Lemme try again.
I want to be the one you count on.
I want to be the shoulder you cry on.
I want to be the one you talk to.
I want to be the heart you come to.
I want to be the one to wipe your tears
I want to be the one who stops your fears
I want to be the one who makes you smile
I want to be the one.
You are a really good poet. You should find a muse and try to create something happy. Someone as angelic as you shouldn’t be having thoughts about hurting yourself and I want to get to know you more. Also, I think you’re hot too.
I want to protect you from everything harmful. You have no idea how obsessed I have become with you. Obsessed could be the wrong word to use though. We are totally opposite of each other, I know. Black and white, dark and light.
I want to be with you Ryou Bakura.
Okay, I’ve said it. If this letter was a waste of time then don’t worry about your present tonight, you won’t want it. Believe me. But maybe we can still be friends? And if this letter isn’t a complete waste of ink then please meet me by the Christmas tree tonight at midnight when Grandpa and Yugi are in bed.
Forever yours,
Yami’
It’s about four o’clock in the morning now and I did go see Yami. The room was dark except for the lights on the Christmas tree. He was sitting under it with something wrapped up. I sat beside him and he just handed me the present. I unwrapped it and I found a new diary. This is my last page in this book and I had completely forgotten that I’d need a new one soon. It’s a smaller book, but it’s thicker and on the front it has a picture of a pyramid sitting in the desert. And by the pyramid there’s a boy breaking into it. The thing is, he has white hair.
When I looked up at Yami to say something, probably thank you, I don’t remember, he cut me off. He said that he had one more present to give me and he told me to close my eyes. I was hesitant for a second but then closed my eyes.
Oh my god! You’re never going to guess! Okay, okay, so it’s not that hard to figure out.
Yami kissed me! It was heaven! I’ve never been kissed before, not on the lips anyway. His lips were so soft and he smelled so good! I hope that it will happen again, but not tonight, it’s getting late and I think the light is beginning to bother Yami…we moved to his room and are sleeping in his bed.
Don’t be sick! I’m only eleven! I know I’m gay, doesn’t mean I know the physics of the situation. But Yami promised that someday, he’ll teach me. I’ll wait for that day. Well, good night diary.
Merry Christmas!
Black and white
Dark and light
Opposite of the other
Made for each other
- Ryou
※ Warnings - It's one of my older stories.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it. Yes, this stupid little poem is mine too.
[Ryou’s Diary: Entry 316 - Date: December 24th, 1997 (Age: 11)]
Dear Diary,
Oh. My. God.
Yami has been reading my diary. Ever since I moved in with him and his family. But I’m not angry at him for it. He explained everything to me. Maybe I should explain it to you too huh? Well, okay.
I woke up this morning to find a letter on my bed and my diary opened to yesterday’s entry. I was a little worried about reading the letter at first because I figured it was from Yami because I can’t see Yugi ever going through my things. I don’t know much about him, but I’ve figured that much.
So anyway, I finally opened the letter and I was right, it was from Yami. So I read the letter. And you’ll NEVER guess what he said! Okay, I won’t make you guess because we’ll be here forever, so I’m going to tape the letter onto the next page.
‘Dear Ryou,
Yes, I read your diary, but please don’t get angry. I did it because there was no other way to find out anything about you. You’re always in your room and you don’t talk to anyone about anything so I had to go to desperate measures.
I didn’t expect to find what I did though, when I read through your book. You seemed like the type who’d be loved by all but when I read about what your friends had done to you I realized how wrong I was. To say that I was surprised about finding out that you were gay would be an understatement, but don’t flip out. Nobody’s going to beat you up because of it. I’m gay too and the gang doesn’t mind.
Seto and Isis have practically been married since kindergarten. Tristan has a crush on Mai, but he’s too shy to do anything about it, though Joey (Tristan’s best friend/little brother) keeps telling him to go for it. Joey and Tea (I saw that you thought Tea and I had something going) have been together almost six months, though they’ve been best friends for a lot longer. And then Malik and Yugi just started to explore their sexuality before you moved here.
And I don’t hate you. I know that it’s hard to believe because we all put up a front with new people, that and Tristan, Joey and Kaiba are just really mean. You just happened to be a little different then the other new people that have come to our school. I’ll explain this in a minute, but first I want to say that I’m writing this and not just talking to you because I don’t know how to talk to you. Every time I do I end up saying something really stupid and I can tell that I’ve hurt you before.
Okay, here goes.
Ryou, remember at Halloween? When I asked you why you didn’t go out and you said that you didn’t have someone to go with? I hope you can consider going out with us next year. And hey, I talked to Mr. Makoto before we left for holidays and he’s going to put you back into our class…that is if you want to.
Were you really in a coma? I’m sorry that that happened to you and your father doesn’t think of you as an infant and just be happy that at least you have a father. I know he’s away a lot and you miss him, but he misses you too. You’re his only son (at least, you never mentioned having any other siblings) and he wants you to grow up so you can survive.
I usually have no problems with people, but when you’re around I feel really weird. It’s a good kind of weird though but I don’t know if I can explain it. I have totally given off the wrong impression of what I really feel.
I *like* you Ryou.
I know this sounds stupid, I mean, I don’t even know you right? Well, you’re wrong there. I’ve watched you. I’ve noticed little things about you, like how you always have this one lock of hair that is in your eyes. Or how every night at exactly 9:00 you’re sitting in your room writing in your diary.
When I found out that you were my Secret Santa I wasn’t disgusted. I was shocked. I had been hoping that I’d get you but I figured out of everyone else, that it was next to impossible. And speaking of that…I didn’t know what to get you, but I do have a present for you now. But you have to wait until midnight tonight.
Is any of this making sense? I’m trying to say one thing, but no matter what words come to mind, they don’t make sense. Lemme try again.
I want to be the one you count on.
I want to be the shoulder you cry on.
I want to be the one you talk to.
I want to be the heart you come to.
I want to be the one to wipe your tears
I want to be the one who stops your fears
I want to be the one who makes you smile
I want to be the one.
You are a really good poet. You should find a muse and try to create something happy. Someone as angelic as you shouldn’t be having thoughts about hurting yourself and I want to get to know you more. Also, I think you’re hot too.
I want to protect you from everything harmful. You have no idea how obsessed I have become with you. Obsessed could be the wrong word to use though. We are totally opposite of each other, I know. Black and white, dark and light.
I want to be with you Ryou Bakura.
Okay, I’ve said it. If this letter was a waste of time then don’t worry about your present tonight, you won’t want it. Believe me. But maybe we can still be friends? And if this letter isn’t a complete waste of ink then please meet me by the Christmas tree tonight at midnight when Grandpa and Yugi are in bed.
Forever yours,
Yami’
It’s about four o’clock in the morning now and I did go see Yami. The room was dark except for the lights on the Christmas tree. He was sitting under it with something wrapped up. I sat beside him and he just handed me the present. I unwrapped it and I found a new diary. This is my last page in this book and I had completely forgotten that I’d need a new one soon. It’s a smaller book, but it’s thicker and on the front it has a picture of a pyramid sitting in the desert. And by the pyramid there’s a boy breaking into it. The thing is, he has white hair.
When I looked up at Yami to say something, probably thank you, I don’t remember, he cut me off. He said that he had one more present to give me and he told me to close my eyes. I was hesitant for a second but then closed my eyes.
Oh my god! You’re never going to guess! Okay, okay, so it’s not that hard to figure out.
Yami kissed me! It was heaven! I’ve never been kissed before, not on the lips anyway. His lips were so soft and he smelled so good! I hope that it will happen again, but not tonight, it’s getting late and I think the light is beginning to bother Yami…we moved to his room and are sleeping in his bed.
Don’t be sick! I’m only eleven! I know I’m gay, doesn’t mean I know the physics of the situation. But Yami promised that someday, he’ll teach me. I’ll wait for that day. Well, good night diary.
Merry Christmas!
Black and white
Dark and light
Opposite of the other
Made for each other
- Ryou