Reassurance

Summary: Bakura is forced to do community service at a 24 hour suicide hotline. One night he is the only one answering the phones, and he meets a certain Malik Ishtar. Who knows what will happen? CHAPTERED, Malik/Bakura YAOI/DRAMA/ROMANCE

Rating: M

Genre: AU/Drama/Romance

Pairing(s): Bakura/Malik

Warnings: Yaoi, possible lime scene. Explicit content.

Notes/Disclaimers: I do not own "Yugioh", but I own the idea for this story. I also do not own "Silent Hill 2" but I am playing the game, so I do know what I'm talking about!

Remember this is about a depressed people, so some of the stuff they talk about isn't going to be merry sunshine and Care-Bears. CHAPTERED

Flamers, save your breath, SangosSister beat you to it. (My own personal editor from hell, how delightful).

Erika: My new favorite couple is Bakura and Malik. Sorry, can't help it. I'll try and see if I can do a straight-up romance without any depressing scenarios/scenes, but no promises. (shrug) We'll see.

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Bakura sat in the swivel chair, slowly moving to the left and right. It was late, and his eyes felt grainy. He didn't know what time it was, but he was tired. He probably shouldn't have played Silent Hill 2 all last night.

'Oh well, the prison is the best part of the whole game.' Sighing Bakura stared up at the ceiling.

Bakura was doing community service at a 24 hour suicide hotline. Like he had a choice. Luckily, during the first few days he'd never had to work the phones. However today Bakura wasn't so lucky. Ito, Makoto, and Yuki were all out today, all of them sick with the flu. So now it was Bakura, just Bakura, answering calls from depressed teenagers who wanted to kill themselves. Not the best situation to put the ex-Tomb Robber in.

So Bakura sat there, bored, lazily swiveling back and forth, using his toes for leverage. Of all the community service jobs he could have been forced to do, he had gotten this one. He thought back to the day one of his teachers announced it:

"Okay, everyone, pay attention!" Bakura kept his eyes on the paper that he was doodling on, not really caring what anyone had to say. "If you are not aware, in order to graduate you must perform a lot of community service. However, we want to make sure that you do this, so we're going to draw community service jobs." The teacher rattled a hat filled with papers.

'Damn Ryou, sticking me in a fricken program. Asshole.' Bakura scribbled extra-hard on the paper, crossing out a shitty drawing.

Something poked Bakura in the back, and he looked up. The teacher was standing there, proffering the hat. Rolling his eyes Bakura stuck his hand in the hat, pulled out a piece of paper, and stuffed it in his pocket. He didn't give a damn if he graduated or not. It wasn't until later in the day that he pulled out the paper and read it.

'Why did I have to get this job?' Bakura thought, pulling himself out of the memory. 'Why couldn't I have gotten a job as a coroner or something like that? That, at least, would've been interesting.' Now he had to sit here in a little room until fucking four in the morning, answering calls from pathetic little people who couldn't deal with life.

'This sucks.' Bakura scowled and checked his watch.

8:00pm

"Ra damnit!" It was going to be a long night.

X

It was around eleven when the first call came in. Bakura thought about just letting it ring, but he knew that Ryou would take away his PS2 if he didn't do this community service thing.

Picking up the phone Bakura said, "Hello?"

"Hello?" It was a girl, and she sounded like she'd been crying.

'Oh shit...what do I ask now?' Deciding to wing it Bakura asked, "What's up?"

Sniffling she answered, "I just need to talk to someone."

Glad that the girl on the other end hadn't hung up he continued, "So, what's your name?"

"Erin."

Bakura blinked and asked, "Shit, are you a foreign exchange student?"

Erin gave a choking laugh and answered, "Yeah."

"So, what's the problem Erin?"

"Well, it's these girls at school. They're really rude to me, just because I'm American. It doesn't help that I'm already bullied at home. It's like no one cares about me, or loves me. I just want to die." Bakura sat there, silent, a war being engaged in his mind.

'Why does that sound so much like my life?'

"Isn't there anyone?" Bakura asked, concerned.

"Well, there's a person I made friends with here, but I'm afraid to get to close to him. I'm afraid that he'll reject me."

Again, that sounded like Bakura's life.

"Well, you'll never know if you don't try. Better to take the leap than to always wonder." Erin stopped sniffling and said, "Yeah, you're right. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Bakura smacked a hand to his mouth. There was a click and silence on the other end.

"You baka, you're turning into a pansy-ass." He snarled to himself. Why did he feel so good about helping that girl? Bakura didn't need anyone, didn't help anyone, but why had he helped her? He should have told her to fuck off or go kill herself. But he didn't...he'd helped her. Shaking his head Bakura decided to leave it be. If he tried to find the answer then he would have to change himself, and he was fine with who he was...right?

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Erika: So, do ya like it? R&R please.