!DISCONTINUED! ♡ Paper Planes. [DEATHSHIPPING]

7 | Fool

CW // This chapter will be containing of the following,
-Serious homophobia
-Both mental and physical abuse
-Accusations of murder
-Vomitting

If you are sensitive to this content, please read with caution. If you or a loved one is going through abuse, please get help. It will get better.


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"So, why exactly are we hanging around at a playground?"

Ryou started to swing higher and more slower on his swing, while Marikuu simply sat on his. Ryou smiled. "Believe it or not, this is one of my favorite places." Marikuu smirked and took his gaze off of Ryou but to the sky. "Just like a nerd would." Ryou ignored the comment.

"Besides, we've been hanging out in rather crowded places, don't you think? And I don't believe either of us are the very 'social' type. I think a quiet and almost abandoned place like this is just the next place we needed." 

He had a point. Neither of them were very social people, nor did they really like people. Especially Marikuu.

Marikuu looked over to Ryou before responding. "I could understand myself, but really? You're not a social person?"

Ryou laughed, and for a second, it felt like that was the only thing Marikuu wanted to hear.

"No. It's not that I don't like people, it's just that people don't like me. I gave up on trying to find people a long time ago, and so Bakura and Marik have been the only people that just 'hang' with me really." Ryou had stopped, despite it feeling like he had more to say. Marikuu wouldn't push it.

"Marik? Ra, how the hell do you two deal with him? Always chattering about, 'Lady Gaga this', and, 'Lady Gaga that.'" Ryou laughed again, and stopped his swing slightly to go lower. Marikuu looked over to the boy, only with his eyes. 

God, did Marikuu love that laugh. He could write a whole paragraph about it, if he had the proper skills and words to describe how absolutely perfect Ryou's laugh was.

Ryou noticed, considering they had been staring at each other for the past minute. "Is.. something supposed to happen here, or...?" Ryou's voice trailed off. Marikuu blinked, and immediately looked the other way. "Yeah, sorry."

Fuck, now he was apologizing?

"I mean, I'm not, but-" Ryou cut him off with a small laugh. "I get what you mean, Marikuu." 

You don't. Marikuu stated in his mind.

You really don't.

Before Marikuu had the chance to try and start a conversation, Ryou had crept up behind him and pushed him on his swing. This caused a rather funny and abrupt yelp to come from the 'scary' man, as he swung pretty high. "WHAT THE FU...." His voice trailed off as he went higher, causing Ryou to burst out laughing. "What? Are you afraid?" Ryou yelled up to him teasingly in between his laughter. Marikuu finally came back down, and he immediately glared at the criminal. 

Ryou tried his best to seem like he was confident, but mother of Ra, he felt like he would shrink under his annoyed gaze. Was he really that mad?

Marikuu mentally smiled, knowing that he suddenly had Ryou terrified. Well, playfully terrified, he hoped. He rolled his eyes and looked back to the front of himself.

"You're lucky you're the only person I like."

For some reason, Ryou's face went as red as it possibly ever had. He likes me? Ryou pondered to himself. Though the sentence was completely innocent, Ryou had wished it may have meant something else, something more romantic. 

It was as if Marikuu read his mind, "You're the only person who doesn't run away. Didn't we clarify this at the diner?" He questioned the last fragment in a tone clarifying that he clearly didn't want to speak about this topic anymore, but he took Ryou's silence as an answer. 

He hesitated before continuing.

"You're the only one who doesn't find me threatening. Which, I'd find annoying in anyone else, but for some reason, I like that. I like that you don't look at me and instantly wanna hide. Maybe its just a thing between us, or maybe its just you. And the warm feeling I get around you may not make it better, does it? I don't know. Your presence makes me not wanna ruin someones life? It's confusing. You're confusing. I'm around you, and I feel like changing all of my morals in just that minute. You'd think I'd wanna get away and cut someone off that makes me feel like that, but I can't even get myself to stop talking to you. 

For a random boy I bumped into, I feel like I've always known you somehow."

Marikuu had finally ended, not even noticing some things he spilled out. Ryou was back on his swing, and somehow, he was the one just sitting. His cheeks were pink, as he looked off to the sky pondering what he could respond with. That answered my question. He thought while smiling softly before responding.

"I feel the same way. Well, with a few more story adjustments, of course. It's odd, not being scared of someone. Especially you." He rested his head on his hand before continuing. "You're definitely a dangerous person, but for some reason, I can't find any fear in myself when I'm normally talking to you. Sure, I have those moments, but most are playful fear. I guess you like me because I'm naturally scared of everyone and anything, but for you, I can't get scared. I guess we're just a perfect fit." Ryou turned his head to Marikuu, with his smile bigger and his blush more noticeable while his eyes were closed. Marikuu looked back with his lavender eyes slightly widened, and light blush spread across his almost dumb face. He looked back, and continued to swing. 

You make me feel like a fucking fool.

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Marikuu had arrived to his home to be greeted with his father, clearly angry. "Where were you?" he growled. Marikuu rolled his eyes and slipped past him into the house. "It's only 9PM." he responded, obviously ignoring the question.

He thought this night would just end as it usually did, having his father lecture him on being caught out "late", and have something that didn't even matter to Marikuu taken.

But he was mistaken. 

"That doesn't answer my question in the slightest, Marikuu."
"Yeah, and I frankly don't care."

Marikuu began to scavenge through the fridge for something to eat. If he was gonna get lectured again, he wanted to make it at least a little entertaining. Marik along with his other siblings were more than likely asleep as of now, considering how strict their house rules were. No one was allowed outdoors later than 6PM, and that was a rule Marikuu broke more than often. Ryou and Marikuu's meetings didn't make it any better.

He grabbed an apple and began to munch. 

"Maybe you should care, considering I've gotten a hold of your phone."

Marikuu choked.

"Do you think I'm stupid? You think I would never realize you purposely ignore my lectures and continue pulling this act?"

Marikuu started to feel a pit in his stomach, which was another new feeling. And another one he hated.

"I purposely took away small things from you. I thought for some bizarre reason that maybe you'd listen, and take it as a warning, but you didn't. As usual. Instead, as usual, you decide to make a foolish move, and disrespect the rules I've put for this house. When will you learn, Marikuu? You're not the top dog. You're not the alpha. How many times must I explain this to you? Are you that fucking stupid?" 

Marikuu was still silent. "Don't give me the silent treatment. If you're so brave, then you should be able to answer my question with ease." his father retorted.

Marikuu swallowed his food slowly. "No. I'm not stupid." he answered loudly. 

"Then why do you act like it? Why do you repetitively break the rules I put down for you children?" Marikuu's father held his head in annoyance. "This is why Marik gets better opportunities than you. You're a fool, and act like an adult when you're still in highschool."

"Marik listens more,"

No he doesn't. He's almost as bad as me.

"Marik takes better care of his responsibilities,"

He always has to have Odion help him.

"and Marik is more of a man than you'll ever be."

Marikuu lost it. 

"He's fucking gay. He likes other men. He wears fucking crop-tops. He blasts Brittany Spears and Lady Gaga and Doja Cat throughout the house. And you say I'm stupid? You can't even tell if your favorite son should really be your fucking favorite. Saying he's a man, but really he's just a fucking wussy. He steals Ishizu's only nail polish, for fucks sake!"

Marikuu's fathers eyes widened. Not only had he just learned that Ishizu had nail polish, but he had learned that his role model son, the son who was going to be the one to lead the family when he died, broke every restriction that was set for him. His hand grew into fists, so tight enough his knuckles turned white.

"So, both of my sons are disgusting individuals?"

"Not Odion, as far as I'm concerned."

SLAP!

"Odion isn't my son. He never has been. I thought you'd understand that by now, and maybe that will make you understand better, you freak of nature. Don't you dare ever back-talk to me like that again, do you understand me?"

Marikuu was used to this. His slaps were normal, but used wisely. The slap would definitely cause a mark, but that was his least concern. He simply nodded.

"I already knew about you. I looked through your phone, of course. Found normal things, found new, absolutely disgraceful things that you obviously would've never shown anyone. Found your reason of sneaking out, too."

Despite Marikuu's fear and nausea, he remained still and calm.

"You really are just disgusting. You're a man. You should be chasing after women, not other men."

Marikuu nodded.

"Your mother never would have loved you. I read your notes. I saw your poems. You killed her. Your mother didn't love murderers. You're the reason she isn't here now. You're a parasite. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Marikuu nodded, again, yet feeling vomit rise to his throat. He wasn't a murderer. He didn't kill her intentionally, he was just born and she died a few hours after. It wasn't his fault. 

"You're done. Your phone is going to stay in my room for however long it takes to get you back into fucking place. I don't wanna see you with other men, and your door has been ripped off. Your privacy is taken away because of what you've done to disgrace this household. Ishizu is going to be checking on you every now and then, and will report to me as of what you're doing. And, you're no longer allowed out of this house as soon as you've returned from school. Have I made myself clear to you, Marikuu?"

Marikuu nodded.

"Good. Now go straight to your room and rest. I don't wanna see your homosexual face any fucking longer."

"Yes father." Marikuu managed to croak out. His father went down to sit on the couch, and finish whatever paperwork he was doing. 

The vomit couldn't be contained any longer.

Marikuu ran to the bathroom, raised the toilet seat, and let the distorted liquid out of him. Then, another wave. And another.

His vomitting lasted for almost 10 minutes.

He went upstairs into his room that now truly had no door and privacy, and slammed himself onto his bed. He didn't care that all of his jewelry, and rather uncomfortable clothes to sleep in were on.

Actually, Marikuu didn't care at all.

Before he shut his eyes to attempt to sleep, an orange paper plane on his desk caught his eye.

Are you fucking serious?

He got up groggingly, slowly stepping to his desk to look at it. There was a purple sticky note attached to it, and Marikuu immediately knew it was Marik, from the messy cursive handwriting. He read it mentally.

Hey!
I found another one on my way out. Keep an eye peeled for these weird planes!
-Marik

Marikuu rolled his eyes, and crumpled up the sticky note before throwing it out. He would've simply just ignored the plane, but it would've killed him if he didn't know what secrets lay inside. He opened it up, and this time, it wasn't just nothing. Yes, there were large lines again, but there also looked like what seemed to be a small handwritten poem at the very bottom.

Your hair, and lavender eyes,
What I'd do to just be between your thighs.
Your laugh, tired but genuine,
Why does my love have to be a secret?

Marikuu read the poem as a small blush came across his face. Who could've written this about him? There had to be some sort of mistake. Maybe it was for Marik? No, this was the second time he's had a paper plane at his locker. Maybe its a prank? For some reason, he didn't wanna believe that either. He placed it on top of the other plane, creating a pile, and rested his head that was overflowing with questions and halfed answers into his hands.

No, this night did not end the same at all.

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A/N
GOODNESS GRACIOUS IM SO SORRY ABOUT HOW LONG THIS TOOK
I've been really occupied with life and school, so I kind of blacked out of wattpad for a little bit. Why are tests part of education?? Gahh.
I started a new writing style with this one! I might start to use it more throughout the chapters. Let me know how you feel!
I also apologize for the sudden intensity of this chapter, I wanna make it known how intense Marikuu's home life is and really try and get the ishtar household correct... well,, did I do it right?? lol
I hope you enjoyed!

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