Disclaimer: I don't own them. Premise based off of 'Can you keep a secret?'

Secrets

Please Note - AU where the millennium items don't exist, and Seto hasn't moved to Domino yet. Eventual Seto/Ryou to cheer me up. Chapter one revised.

Summary: Ryou Bakura has secrets. Not earth shattering, but still nothing that he'd share with anyone, until he spills them to a handsome stranger on a plane. At least he thought he was a stranger. But come Monday morning, the school's abuzz about the new student, and Ryou's face to face with the 17 year old CEO of KaibaCorp- someone who knows every single humiliating detail about him. Things couldn't possibly get any worst. Until they do...


Chapter one- Never to Talk Again.

I hate flying. I know its business class, and all lovely luxury, but my stomach is still a tight knot of fear. It's about ten minutes into the flight, and they've switched off the seatbelt signs. While we were taking off, I counted very slowly with my eyes closed, and that kind of worked. But I ran out of steam at three hundred and fifty two, so now I'm just sitting, attempting to read a magazine. I'm trying really hard to look relaxed, but every tiny sound makes me start; every vibration makes me catch my breath.

With an outward veneer of calm, I reach for the laminated safety instructions and run my eyes over them for the fifth time. 'Safety exits. Brace position. If life jackets are required, please assist the elderly and children first.' Oh, god. Why am I even looking at this? How will it help to gaze at pictures of little stick people jumping into the ocean while their plane explodes behind them? I stuff the instructions quickly back in their pocket, and lean back in my seat.

To distract myself, I look around the cabin. The two elderly women I noticed earlier are laughing at something. The guy with the laptop is still typing.

"Excuse me sir, are you traveling on business?" An air hostess with red curls has appeared beside laptop man.

He stops typing and turns his head to regard her coolly. I find myself staring at him while half 'overhearing' her spiel about a new business class lounge. His eyes are really blue. He's actually really quite cute.

Immediately I mentally smack myself. Guys are not cute, I tell myself firmly.

I start when I hear someone clear their throat rather loudly. Blue eyes laptop is looking at me as if I'm retarded with one elegant eyebrow raised. I feel myself turning red, and quickly look away.

"Sorry!" I mumble, briefly looking back. Blue eyes laptop looks amused and annoyed at the same time, and I feel myself flush again feeling incredibly stupid.

The hostess walking toward the front staggers a little as the plane gives a bump.

Why is the plane bumping!

Oh, my god! An avalanche of fear hits me with no warning. This is madness! Sitting in this big, heavy box with no way of escape, thousands and thousands of feet above the ground...

I can't do this on my own. I feel the overpowering need to talk to someone. Someone reassuring. Someone safe.

I start to grab the seat phone to call dad, before I remember that he won't be back yet. Malik won't be home yet either. Oh, well. I can do this. I'm being ridiculous; it's just a tiny plane ride. I'm fine.

I glance at my watch. Fifty minutes to go.

Ok, don't think about that. Just take each minute as it comes. Maybe I'll start counting again...

Three hundred fifty three, three hundred fifty four, three hundred fifty fi...

And then I hear the screams like a wave over my head, almost before I realize what's happening.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god... We're falling! Oh god we're falling!

The plane's plummeting through the air like a stone. A man on the other side of the plane has just shot up through the air and banged his head on the ceiling. He's bleeding. I'm clutching onto the arms of the seat but I can feel myself being wrenched upward, like someone's tugging me. Bags are flying around, drinks are spilling, one of the cabin crew has fallen over, and she's gripping the seat...

Oh, god. Oh, god. Ok, the plane is leveling off now. It's...it's better.

I look over shakily at blue eyes laptop and he's grasping onto the seat as tightly as I am.

I feel sick. I think I might be sick.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking." Comes a voice over the intercom.

My heart is thudding in my chest. I can't listen. I can't think.

"We're currently hitting some clear air turbulence, and things may be unsteady for a while. I have switched on the seat belt signs and would ask that you all return to your seats as quickly as pos..."

There's another lurch and his voice is drowned out by screams and cries all around the plane.

It's like a bad dream, a bad roller coaster dream.

The cabin crew are all strapping themselves into their seats. One of the hostesses is mopping blood off her face. A minute ago they were doling out peanuts.

I always knew that something like this was going to happen to me. I always knew. All those people who said flying was perfectly safe- they were lying!

"We have to keep calm." The elderly lady is saying. "Everyone just keep calm."

Keep calm? I can't breathe let alone keep calm. What are we going to do? Are we all going to just sit here while the plane bucks like an out of control horse?

I can hear someone behind me reciting, "Hail Mary, mother of grace..." and a fresh choking panic sweeps through me. People are praying. This is real.

We're going to die. We're going to die!

"What?" Blue eyes laptop across the aisle asks. His face is white, through composed, and his voice is steady.

Did I just say that out loud?

"We're going to die." I stare into his face. This could be the last person that I ever see alive. I take in his features more thoroughly this time, noting the shade of blue his eyes are, his cheekbones, his nose.

The plane suddenly drops again, and I give an involuntary shriek.

"We're not going to die." He says dismissively. "It's just turbulence."

"Of course that's what the captain said, what they want us to believe!" I can hear the hysteria in my voice. "They couldn't exactly say, 'sorry folks you're all goners!' now could they!"

The plane gives another terrifying swoop, and I find myself clutching blue eyes laptop's hand in panic. "We're not going to make it. I know we're not! This is it! I'm 18 years old for god's sake! I'm too young to die. I'm not ready. I haven't achieved anything! I've never saved a life. The one time I tried to do the Heimlich maneuver, the guy thought that I was coming on him. I haven't ever climbed a mountain. I'm pretty sure that I like guys. I've never been in love!"

"I'm sorry." The guy sounds completely taken aback, but I barely hear him.

"Sammy the goldfish in the kitchen isn't the same one that my dad gave me to look after. I don't know why he died. I gave him all his food so he wouldn't feel bad being alone when I went out, and when I came back he was dead."

What's happening to me? Normally theirs a filter that stops me from blurting out everything that's in my head, but it just seems to have stopped working. Everything's piling out in a big random stream, and I can't seem to stop it.

"Cream puffs are my favorite food, they're the best thing in the whole world. One time when I was eight that's all that I would eat for an entire week. Finally my dad just gave in, and I ate them until I literally sick. I still love them though, but I can't eat more than two at a time now. One time my teacher made us write a composition about our best friend, and I wrote about the little voice in my head. I call him the little voice in my head, because I don't know his name. That sounds really odd, and at first the teacher didn't believe me, and she gave me a C on for it. I was so mad! So I insisted that there really was a little voice, so I got sent to the school psychologist, and that was where I met Malik."

"Malik's really cool, but he has a definite fear of commitment. Something about his dad, but I'm not quite sure what. He's actually the youngest kid in his family. He lives with his sister, and two brothers. It's funny, but I've never actually met either of his brothers, and I've known him forever, but Isis is cool. Anyway, Malik and I spend tons of time with each other. No one understands me the way he does, and Joey and Tea started to make comments about it all the time, trying to say that me and Malik are sleeping together and stuff, which totally isn't true. So, anyway, I ended up making up this pretend girlfriend so that they would just leave us alone. My dad heard about it, and when I actually told him what was happening he laughed for ten minutes straight. Not, about ten minutes, actually ten minutes."

"I really hate that he's gone so much. I understand how important his job is to him, but I can't help wishing that he were home more often. I actually just got back from seeing him in Egypt. I went for the entire winter break, and it was really fun. We decided that it would be better for me to fly out to see him, and that way he wouldn't have to interrupt his work. I told him that it was fine, and it was, until I realized that the only way for me to get out there would be to fly. Anyway, I got to the airport, and he had a surprise waiting. I thought that it would be something really cool, like an artifact or something, but it turned out that it was his new girlfriend. I hate her. She's really two faced, and I just know that she hates me. She's so mean when he's not around, but I can't tell him since he's so happy. She wouldn't even let me talk to Malik on the phone the entire time I was away, and I just know that 's upset, since I promised that I would call. I'll have to call him first thing when we land. She actually kind of reminds me of Tea, who's a friend of a friend."

"Tea's a really great dancer, and really pretty, and she hates me. I've never quite figured out why. One time she told the entire school that I had a crush on Joey, and he's hated and made fun of me ever since. She's so mean, but Yugi's had a crush on her for years. He's never noticed that she has a crush on the school football captain, Yami. Or maybe he has noticed. He sort of dresses like him now, and their hair is kind of the same. I've never really thought about it before."

"Anyway, Yugi's really great, even if he is friends with Tea and Joey. Speaking of Joey, he used to be in a gang! No, really. But then he sort of calmed down and quit, and now he's trying really hard in school. His mother still won't allow him to see his sister though, which is completely unfair since he's worked so hard. If my sister were still alive I know how badly I'd want to see her. I guess in a way we're kind of similar like that, the only difference really is that his mom might still actually give in and let him see her. He has a chance to see her again."

"My sister and I got along really well. When we were ten we ran away for an entire day, and tried to walk to Nashville, so that we could become rich and famous as a singing duet. We didn't get too far, because we weren't allowed to cross any streets. She was in a car accident with my mother. My mother died instantly, and she was thrown from the vehicle, and was in a coma for two weeks before she died. I still miss her more than anything, and wonder what it would be like if she were still around, if we would still be best friends or not. I just know that all the others pity me, and…….."

"Excuse me, sir. We've landed."

"What?" I look up dazedly. An air hostess with a French plait is smiling down at me.

"We've landed?" I look around and glimpse the air port terminal through the window. The plane's still. We're on the ground.

"We aren't bumping anymore." I say stupidly.

"We stopped bumping quite a while ago." Blue eyes says dryly.

"We're..we're not going to die."

"We're not doing to die." He agrees.

I look at him as though for the first time, and suddenly it hits me. I've been babbling to a complete stranger. God knows what I've been saying.

I want to get off this plane.

"I'm sorry." I say awkwardly, "You should have stopped me."

"That would have been very difficult." There's the faintest hint of a smile on his lips, "You were on a bit of a roll."

"I'm so embarrassed!" I say my face hot with mortification. I have to get out of here now.

Leaning down, I quickly scrabble under the seat for my carry on, and jump to my feet. "I'm very sorry. Thank you for listening. Have a good day!" and take off as fast as possible.

As soon as my feet hit the terminal, and the full reality of what just happened sinks in, I vow never to talk again.