I fic that I got inspiration for when listening to the song "Send me an Angel" by DJ Mystic, DJ Slim, and DJ Epic. A YamiXBakura fic ((lol, a new pairing for me ^_^;; Go me!!)). And I suggest you listen to the song!! It's so gooood!!!
And I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Which is really sad u.u ...
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THANK YOU HARPY FOR BETA READING THIS FIC!!!
Flashing lights, all colors everywhere. Random, an unpredictable light show. On the ground, tons of bodies are moving to the loud, electrified music.
[do you believe, in heaven above, do you believe in love?]
One of the bodies, who would normally stick out so much on the streets of the city blends right in with the rest of him.
His black, red and blond hair in the style of a hand looks even more exotic in the bright, flashing lights. It takes on a blueish tinge, now greenish, and pinkish. Then all over again.
The people around him watch him dance, hardly breaking a sweat, but doing more complex moves then hardly any of them could accomplish.
[Send me an angel. Send me an angel. Right now. Right now~]
The people around the people who have stopped dancing to watch the amazing teen also stop to observe him. They watch him release his frustrations, his pains, in rapid, unpredictable moves, that all weave together beautifully.
There is a lull in the song, where he stands up completely straight, facing the heavens. His back is arched backwards, and his arms are to his sides. The tears that were welling up in his eyes shoot off in all directions, creating mini-rainbows in the dark club.
A silver haired teen with the same eyes (though different colours) walks up to him, his hand extended.
"Pharaoh, I -" he starts, but doesn't get to finish. The music has started again, and the tri-color-haired teen has gone back to dancing angrily, completely ignoring the silver-haired boy who had tried to get his attention.
His motions now are more energetic, and his silver haired friend disappears back into the crowd, knowing that he won't be able to get the one he had called Pharaoh's attention now.
The song ends, and the people back away, as the silver haired, darkened eyed teen reemerges.
"Pharaoh, I just wanted to say that-" He starts again. The tri-color-haired teen spins to him angrily.
"Save it Bakura! I don't care what you have to say anymore," he hisses, then stalks back into the crowed. "I'm sick of being hurt by you. I'm sick of the lies. I'm sick of it all," the silver-haired one, Bakura, hears as his leather clad confederate disappears into the sea of people.
"I just wanted to say that..." Bakura drifts of. His eyes soften, and he looks at the ground. "I'm sor - I'm so - ...." he sighs, then turns towards the exit. "Forget it. You don't deserve me..."
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**Kicks fic** BAKURA IS OOC!!!!! Dammit . Sorry it's so utterly short u.u It is a One-Shot, because 1) I have to many fics going on right now and 2) I have no inspiration for late chapters.
And about the last sentence, I couldn't figure out how to word it without Bakura sounding so OOC it wasn't even funny. It basically means that he thinks that Yami doesn't deserve someone like him to hurt him the way he had hurt him ^-^;;; heheh. Alothough, you can take it however you want =P