Hello! This is the crappy sequel to 'Happy Birthday Malak' which is the
crappy sequel to 'Yours Completely'.
If you haven't read either of the fics stated above, read them first because this story isn't going to explain some of the things that those two fics explained. You can find a direct link to the two stories in my bio because all they contain are horribly written lemons. - -;;; This fic is also going to contain probably more than one horribly written lemon and they'll be posted (like the first two fics) on Adultfanfiction . net and I'll be posting a link.
This has been sitting on my hard drive for a while and I know it's not that good, but whatever.
And for those who don't know what 'Malak' means, I'll give you a hint: What is Sephiroth often referred as in Final Fantasy VII and kinda in Kingdom Hearts?
On another note, no I don't think Ryou's mother is a bitch and Ryou-chan's an only child.
[ thoughts ]
*italics*
/ Hikari to Yami /
// Yami to Hikari //
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Fears of the Heart
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Chapter One
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A young boy, no older than five years old, stared out the large window of his home. His large brown eyes held confusion that surpassed his years of understanding as he watched his mother and father standing in the front yard by his father's car, screaming at each other. He could hear their words because the front door was open, but he didn't understand what they meant.
"Fuck you Roger! I'm not about to change my god damned lifestyle because of some stupid brat that I didn't want in the first place!" His mother yelled angrily.
Roger Bakura scowled as he looked at his wife. He wasn't a violent man by nature, but what he wouldn't give to slap his wife, make that ex-wife, at that moment. "You better not be talking like that around our son!" He spat angrily, knowing that the child was watching them from the window.
"Fuck *our* son! That brat is nothing but a mistake!" She growled, pointing back at the house.
"Candice!" Roger was surprised by the hatred in her voice. She had not been like this when he had married her; she had been a very sweet and caring person. But the pregnancy had changed her, and not for the better. It had turned her into a bitter, loathing person and over the years she had only gotten worse. "I would be ecstatic to take Ryou with me, but I can't. It wouldn't be healthy for him to be traveling around Egypt when he needs to go to school and make friends here." [Not to say it's healthy for him to stay here with you either.] The man thought, but the courts had decided when the divorced papers had been signed.
"Look, I've got to go, my plane leaves in a few minutes." He sighed then watched his wife storm toward the house. He shook his head softly then looked up again at the big picture window where a small silver-haired boy stood watching. A small smile graced his lips as he waved at the boy, the boy shyly waving back. With that, Roger Bakura got into his car and drove away.
Ryou watched as the red vehicle drove away before turning to his mother as she stormed into the house and slammed the door, causing the small boy to flinch slightly. "Mommy?" He asked softly.
She turned hazel eyes on him and glared. "What did you call me?" She said slowly, "How many times have I told you not to call me that?" She spat angrily, closing the curtains and roughly slapping the child across the face.
Ryou's eyes filled with tears as he held his reddening cheek. "I-I'm sorry. . ." He whimpered slightly as two tears fell from his eyes.
"Oh, for the love of. . .go to your room stupid, I don't want to see you again tonight!" She growled and pushed the child toward the hallway. Ryou didn't need anymore encouragement as he ran as fast as his small legs could carry him. He quietly closed his door, not wanting to make any noise that would anger his mother further, then he silently climbed onto his bed.
He liked it when his father would come and visit him when he wasn't traveling around Egypt. He missed his daddy and had ever since his parents had split up. The phone calls were nice, but it wasn't the same as being able to see his father. And his father always brought him a present!
Speaking of which, Ryou turned to look at the head of the bed where the unwrapped box was sitting on his pillow. Taking it he carefully unwrapped the paper and then lifted the lid on the box. Inside the box sat a stuffed kitten and Ryou's face lit up with excitement as he pulled the white furry animal out of the box and held it close to his nose. Round brown eyes stared back at him.
Smiling, Ryou hugged the kitten to his chest tightly, then noticed a piece of paper in the bottom of the box. Carefully, he picked it up and opened it, recognizing his father's neat printing.
"To Ryou, I saw this and thought of you. Love Dad."
Ryou beamed when he read the last two words as he hugged the kitten and the note to him. The word 'love' was never used around the house and he wasn't allowed to call his mother anything but 'ma'am' so it was nice to know that someone cared for him. He quickly got up and stuck the note in an old shoebox, to join all the other notes his father had left for him. Then he ran back to the bed and crawled under the covers with his new toy.
He didn't have naps anymore, and it was too soon for bedtime, but in sleep he got to dream about having a happy family.
***
Seventeen-year old Ryou Bakura opened his eyes as the dream stopped. Slowly, he sat up and looked around the darkness of his room unconsciously reaching for the soft plush kitten, confused.
Realizing it had been one of his dreams again; he sighed to himself and slowly crawled out of bed.
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If you haven't read either of the fics stated above, read them first because this story isn't going to explain some of the things that those two fics explained. You can find a direct link to the two stories in my bio because all they contain are horribly written lemons. - -;;; This fic is also going to contain probably more than one horribly written lemon and they'll be posted (like the first two fics) on Adultfanfiction . net and I'll be posting a link.
This has been sitting on my hard drive for a while and I know it's not that good, but whatever.
And for those who don't know what 'Malak' means, I'll give you a hint: What is Sephiroth often referred as in Final Fantasy VII and kinda in Kingdom Hearts?
On another note, no I don't think Ryou's mother is a bitch and Ryou-chan's an only child.
[ thoughts ]
*italics*
/ Hikari to Yami /
// Yami to Hikari //
- - -
Fears of the Heart
- - -
Chapter One
- - -
A young boy, no older than five years old, stared out the large window of his home. His large brown eyes held confusion that surpassed his years of understanding as he watched his mother and father standing in the front yard by his father's car, screaming at each other. He could hear their words because the front door was open, but he didn't understand what they meant.
"Fuck you Roger! I'm not about to change my god damned lifestyle because of some stupid brat that I didn't want in the first place!" His mother yelled angrily.
Roger Bakura scowled as he looked at his wife. He wasn't a violent man by nature, but what he wouldn't give to slap his wife, make that ex-wife, at that moment. "You better not be talking like that around our son!" He spat angrily, knowing that the child was watching them from the window.
"Fuck *our* son! That brat is nothing but a mistake!" She growled, pointing back at the house.
"Candice!" Roger was surprised by the hatred in her voice. She had not been like this when he had married her; she had been a very sweet and caring person. But the pregnancy had changed her, and not for the better. It had turned her into a bitter, loathing person and over the years she had only gotten worse. "I would be ecstatic to take Ryou with me, but I can't. It wouldn't be healthy for him to be traveling around Egypt when he needs to go to school and make friends here." [Not to say it's healthy for him to stay here with you either.] The man thought, but the courts had decided when the divorced papers had been signed.
"Look, I've got to go, my plane leaves in a few minutes." He sighed then watched his wife storm toward the house. He shook his head softly then looked up again at the big picture window where a small silver-haired boy stood watching. A small smile graced his lips as he waved at the boy, the boy shyly waving back. With that, Roger Bakura got into his car and drove away.
Ryou watched as the red vehicle drove away before turning to his mother as she stormed into the house and slammed the door, causing the small boy to flinch slightly. "Mommy?" He asked softly.
She turned hazel eyes on him and glared. "What did you call me?" She said slowly, "How many times have I told you not to call me that?" She spat angrily, closing the curtains and roughly slapping the child across the face.
Ryou's eyes filled with tears as he held his reddening cheek. "I-I'm sorry. . ." He whimpered slightly as two tears fell from his eyes.
"Oh, for the love of. . .go to your room stupid, I don't want to see you again tonight!" She growled and pushed the child toward the hallway. Ryou didn't need anymore encouragement as he ran as fast as his small legs could carry him. He quietly closed his door, not wanting to make any noise that would anger his mother further, then he silently climbed onto his bed.
He liked it when his father would come and visit him when he wasn't traveling around Egypt. He missed his daddy and had ever since his parents had split up. The phone calls were nice, but it wasn't the same as being able to see his father. And his father always brought him a present!
Speaking of which, Ryou turned to look at the head of the bed where the unwrapped box was sitting on his pillow. Taking it he carefully unwrapped the paper and then lifted the lid on the box. Inside the box sat a stuffed kitten and Ryou's face lit up with excitement as he pulled the white furry animal out of the box and held it close to his nose. Round brown eyes stared back at him.
Smiling, Ryou hugged the kitten to his chest tightly, then noticed a piece of paper in the bottom of the box. Carefully, he picked it up and opened it, recognizing his father's neat printing.
"To Ryou, I saw this and thought of you. Love Dad."
Ryou beamed when he read the last two words as he hugged the kitten and the note to him. The word 'love' was never used around the house and he wasn't allowed to call his mother anything but 'ma'am' so it was nice to know that someone cared for him. He quickly got up and stuck the note in an old shoebox, to join all the other notes his father had left for him. Then he ran back to the bed and crawled under the covers with his new toy.
He didn't have naps anymore, and it was too soon for bedtime, but in sleep he got to dream about having a happy family.
***
Seventeen-year old Ryou Bakura opened his eyes as the dream stopped. Slowly, he sat up and looked around the darkness of his room unconsciously reaching for the soft plush kitten, confused.
Realizing it had been one of his dreams again; he sighed to himself and slowly crawled out of bed.
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