Hey-lo!!! It's a thingumy. That's what I feel like calling it. I don't really like Avril Lavigne too much, but I was listening to her song when I got my wonderful inspiration, and who am I to deny inspiration?
Enjoy!!
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I'm standing on the bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here
By now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening, but there's no sound
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The rain was pouring down, plastering my hair against my skin. The icy wind blew hard and chilled my bones. What was I even doing here? I would get the Millennium Items, rule the world, and then what? For all my granduer, I'd be alone, something I had never wanted. That was why I had become a tomb robber in the first place. Because I was so alone. I never understood quite how this was a motivation, but that was what had done it, millenia ago.
And after all these years I was still wandering aimlessly, at a dock tonight. I had loved the cold back in Egypt, such a glorious reprieve from the scorching heat of day. But now, in my thin shirt and jeans, the cold was really getting to me. Slowly, one by one, the streetlights around me came on, revealing that there was another figure standing on the dock, not far from me.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but the person looked familiar. A male, apparently, though I couldn't be sure. He wore a long purple cloak, covering his face, and was walking slowly towards me with his head down.
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Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I
I'm with you
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That's who it was, Malik. Malik. Wonderful. The absolute last person I need to see now. For all be evil and supposed hatred of me, I was rather drawn to him. Alright, so I was in love with him, happy? But, of course, there wasn't even the slightest possibilty of mine ever telling him this. I would never be able to face rejection. Whic was why it was so unfortunate, such a cruel twist of fater, that Ishould be seeing him now, when I would probably spill my guts to a random stranger.
"Tomb robber." I jumped. I had completely not noticed him coming up to me, being too wrapped up in my own thought to notice.
"Hello Malik," I said, trying to keep the trembling out of my voice. It is at this time I noticed that the rain had stopped, and there was still a wetness on my cheeks. 'Oh Ra, am I crying?' I think.
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I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
I anybody here I know?
Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone
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"What's wrong?" he asked, sounding concerned. Well, that's a first, concern from Malik. And towards me of all people. Maybe, just maybe... no. It can't be. I can't let myself start thinking like that.
"Nothing," I barely managed to mutter, realizing that my voice betrayed my tears. I hoped fervently that he wouldn't notice.
"Don't say that," he retorted, "I can tell that something is wrong. How about you come back to my place to discuss it?" He held out his hand invitingly, throwing back his hood. How I would love to go with him... He is so beautiful, with the streetlights illuminating his radiant golden hair, bouncing off his wonderous violet eyes... Just look at me, thinking pathetic romantic thoughts like that. It's shameful. Me, Bakura, the tomb robber so great I had to be locked away in an artifact, acting like a lovesick puppy.
"Okay," I said, but couldn't bring myself to take his hand. Coward, that's what I am.
"Good. Follow me," he replied, sounding relieved, which sent my heavy heart fluttering. He began to walk away and I mutely followed, praying Ryou wouldn't think anything of it if I came home late. He would probably be happy, not having to deal with his psycotic Yami for once. Yes, that was me, worthless to everyone, even those few people who truly mattered to me. Ryou, who was as good as brother, and Malik. Even thinking about him made my heart beat a little faster.
~*~
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I
I'm with you
~*~
It was then that it struck me that I was going to Malik's home. Until then, I was just thinking of being with him, I had never actually considered that fact that I was going home with him. Would I be able to control myself in his presence, in his home, for long? Did I even want to?
"So... uh... where do you live?"
"I have an apartment rented nearby, " he replied, "About half a mile. We'll be there soon. So you're sure you're okay?"
No, of course I'm not okay. Just walking about a foot away from you is making my skin tingle and my heart beat faster. Does it seem like I'm okay?
"Yeah, sure." So much for being honest to the one you love, huh? He wouldn't want to know anyway. I wouldn't cause him any more pain and suffering than he's already had to expierience. I couldn't.
"Good." Why does he sound so concerned anyway? It's not as if he actually cares about me, or at least he shouldn't. I'm a tomb robber. His family has been guarding Phaoroh's tomb for the past few centuries, if not millenia. I don't think it's supposed to work that way.
~*~
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I
I'm with you
~*~
"So what were you doing out there anyway?"
"Just taking a walk," I replied, trying to mask the fact that I had come out there with thoughts of suicide, "Is that against the law now?"
"No, but if it were, I wouldn't be surprised if you did it," he laughed, "It's one of the things I like about you."
What the...? Did he just say he likes me? I think I'm about to faint. I probably look like it too. THere's a weird sputtering noise coming from my throat, and I stop dead in my tracks.
Malik notices this, apparently. "What's wrong? Did I say something?" Oh my god, he sounds so worried about me. I don't deserve this, I'm a worthless tomb robber. But I'm glad to have someone worrying about me, for once. It feels... good.
"No, of course not," I chocked. I probably sounded anything but alright, but I continued, "I'm great, wonderful." Of course, I'm anything but wonderful and alright, but I'm goign to say it anyway, so that Malik doesn't start suspecting anything. Too late...
"I'm sure..." said Malik, finally catching on to the fact that all wasn't perfect. I knew he would. He's smart as well as handsome. Damn, will my mind get off that topic already? Kind of hard to do so, though. At this wonderful moment of mental turmoil, Malik slings his arm around my shoulder. I swear, my heart just have stopped, or at the very least exploaded.
Not even thinking (I've lost control over such complex functions) I put my arm over Malik's to support myself. Yeah, that's a wonderful idea, Bakura, just grab on to the person who's making my heart beat faster just by talking to me. Brilliant.
"Well... here's my apartment," he said a little shakily, and led me through a door and up a flight of stairs. He dumped me rather unceremniously onto a couch and plopped down next to me.
"Make yourself at home..."
Yeah, great thing to say, Malik, just great. And I'm sitting in Malik's house, on Malik's couch, next to Malik, for that matter. What now?!
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Please review!! Please?? Please??
Enjoy!!
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I'm standing on the bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here
By now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening, but there's no sound
~*~
The rain was pouring down, plastering my hair against my skin. The icy wind blew hard and chilled my bones. What was I even doing here? I would get the Millennium Items, rule the world, and then what? For all my granduer, I'd be alone, something I had never wanted. That was why I had become a tomb robber in the first place. Because I was so alone. I never understood quite how this was a motivation, but that was what had done it, millenia ago.
And after all these years I was still wandering aimlessly, at a dock tonight. I had loved the cold back in Egypt, such a glorious reprieve from the scorching heat of day. But now, in my thin shirt and jeans, the cold was really getting to me. Slowly, one by one, the streetlights around me came on, revealing that there was another figure standing on the dock, not far from me.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but the person looked familiar. A male, apparently, though I couldn't be sure. He wore a long purple cloak, covering his face, and was walking slowly towards me with his head down.
~*~
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I
I'm with you
~*~
That's who it was, Malik. Malik. Wonderful. The absolute last person I need to see now. For all be evil and supposed hatred of me, I was rather drawn to him. Alright, so I was in love with him, happy? But, of course, there wasn't even the slightest possibilty of mine ever telling him this. I would never be able to face rejection. Whic was why it was so unfortunate, such a cruel twist of fater, that Ishould be seeing him now, when I would probably spill my guts to a random stranger.
"Tomb robber." I jumped. I had completely not noticed him coming up to me, being too wrapped up in my own thought to notice.
"Hello Malik," I said, trying to keep the trembling out of my voice. It is at this time I noticed that the rain had stopped, and there was still a wetness on my cheeks. 'Oh Ra, am I crying?' I think.
~*~
I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
I anybody here I know?
Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone
~*~
"What's wrong?" he asked, sounding concerned. Well, that's a first, concern from Malik. And towards me of all people. Maybe, just maybe... no. It can't be. I can't let myself start thinking like that.
"Nothing," I barely managed to mutter, realizing that my voice betrayed my tears. I hoped fervently that he wouldn't notice.
"Don't say that," he retorted, "I can tell that something is wrong. How about you come back to my place to discuss it?" He held out his hand invitingly, throwing back his hood. How I would love to go with him... He is so beautiful, with the streetlights illuminating his radiant golden hair, bouncing off his wonderous violet eyes... Just look at me, thinking pathetic romantic thoughts like that. It's shameful. Me, Bakura, the tomb robber so great I had to be locked away in an artifact, acting like a lovesick puppy.
"Okay," I said, but couldn't bring myself to take his hand. Coward, that's what I am.
"Good. Follow me," he replied, sounding relieved, which sent my heavy heart fluttering. He began to walk away and I mutely followed, praying Ryou wouldn't think anything of it if I came home late. He would probably be happy, not having to deal with his psycotic Yami for once. Yes, that was me, worthless to everyone, even those few people who truly mattered to me. Ryou, who was as good as brother, and Malik. Even thinking about him made my heart beat a little faster.
~*~
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I
I'm with you
~*~
It was then that it struck me that I was going to Malik's home. Until then, I was just thinking of being with him, I had never actually considered that fact that I was going home with him. Would I be able to control myself in his presence, in his home, for long? Did I even want to?
"So... uh... where do you live?"
"I have an apartment rented nearby, " he replied, "About half a mile. We'll be there soon. So you're sure you're okay?"
No, of course I'm not okay. Just walking about a foot away from you is making my skin tingle and my heart beat faster. Does it seem like I'm okay?
"Yeah, sure." So much for being honest to the one you love, huh? He wouldn't want to know anyway. I wouldn't cause him any more pain and suffering than he's already had to expierience. I couldn't.
"Good." Why does he sound so concerned anyway? It's not as if he actually cares about me, or at least he shouldn't. I'm a tomb robber. His family has been guarding Phaoroh's tomb for the past few centuries, if not millenia. I don't think it's supposed to work that way.
~*~
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I
I'm with you
~*~
"So what were you doing out there anyway?"
"Just taking a walk," I replied, trying to mask the fact that I had come out there with thoughts of suicide, "Is that against the law now?"
"No, but if it were, I wouldn't be surprised if you did it," he laughed, "It's one of the things I like about you."
What the...? Did he just say he likes me? I think I'm about to faint. I probably look like it too. THere's a weird sputtering noise coming from my throat, and I stop dead in my tracks.
Malik notices this, apparently. "What's wrong? Did I say something?" Oh my god, he sounds so worried about me. I don't deserve this, I'm a worthless tomb robber. But I'm glad to have someone worrying about me, for once. It feels... good.
"No, of course not," I chocked. I probably sounded anything but alright, but I continued, "I'm great, wonderful." Of course, I'm anything but wonderful and alright, but I'm goign to say it anyway, so that Malik doesn't start suspecting anything. Too late...
"I'm sure..." said Malik, finally catching on to the fact that all wasn't perfect. I knew he would. He's smart as well as handsome. Damn, will my mind get off that topic already? Kind of hard to do so, though. At this wonderful moment of mental turmoil, Malik slings his arm around my shoulder. I swear, my heart just have stopped, or at the very least exploaded.
Not even thinking (I've lost control over such complex functions) I put my arm over Malik's to support myself. Yeah, that's a wonderful idea, Bakura, just grab on to the person who's making my heart beat faster just by talking to me. Brilliant.
"Well... here's my apartment," he said a little shakily, and led me through a door and up a flight of stairs. He dumped me rather unceremniously onto a couch and plopped down next to me.
"Make yourself at home..."
Yeah, great thing to say, Malik, just great. And I'm sitting in Malik's house, on Malik's couch, next to Malik, for that matter. What now?!
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Please review!! Please?? Please??