New story. Dark story. No shit. If not at least 13 or 14 I'd advise turning back. AU. This is a cover of my all time favorite book. Drugs, alchohal, sex, and rape are just a few mentions from the book. This is in the same book format... Read and enjoy. Flames welcome.
Universal Disclaimer: I don't own Crank or Yuugioh, but I own the idea, and sorta the plot.
Flirting With the Monster
Life was good before I met
the monster.
After, life
was great.
At least...
for a little while.
Introduction
So you want to know all
about me. Who
I am.
What chance meeting of
brush and canvas painted
the face
you see? What made
me despise the guy
in the mirror
enough to transform him,
turn him into a stranger,
only not.
So you want to hear
the whole story. Why
I swerved
off the high road,
hard left to nowhere
recklessly
indifferent to those,
coughing my dust
picked up speed
no limits, no top end,
just a high velocity rush
to madness.
Alone
everything changes.
Some might call it disorted reality,
but exactly the place I need to be.
no mom,
Amanda, ever more distant,
in her midlife quest for fame.
no step father,
Scott, stern and heavy handed,
with unattainable expectations
no big brother,
Akefia, caught up in a tempest
of uncertain sexuality.
no little sister,
Amane, spoiled and shameless
in her theivery of my niche.
Alone,
there is only the person inside.
I've grown to like him better
than the stuck up husk of me. He's
not quite silent
shouts out obscenities just because
they roll so well off the tongue
not quite straight -A,
but talented in oh-so-many
enviable ways
not quite sanitary,
farts with gusto, picks
his nose, spits like a guy
not quite sane,
sometimes, to tell you the truth
even I wonder about him...
On Bakura
I suppose
he's always been
there, vaguge as soft
copper pulse of moonlight
through blossoming seacost
fog.
I wonder
when I first noticed
him, slipping in and out
of my pores, hide-and-seek
spider in feildstone, red-bellied
phantom.
I summon
Bakura when dreams
no longer satisfy, when
gentle clouds of montony
smother thunder, when Ryou
cries
I remember
the night I first
let him go, opened the
smeared glass, one thin pane,
cellophane between rules and sin,
freed.
More on Bakura
Spare me
those Psych '01 labels,
I'm no more schizo than most.
Bakura is
no imaginary playmate,
no overactive pituitary,
no alter ego, moving in.
His is the face I wear,
treading the riptide,
fathomless oceans where
good guys drown.
Besides,
even good guys have secrets,
ones even their best friends must guess.
Why do
they turn on to lonely
moon-shadowed sidewalks?
I'd love to hear the confess:
Who do they become when
night decends,
a cool poof of smoke, and
vampires come out to party?
My Mom Will Tell You
it started with a court-ordered visit.
The judge had a God complex.
I guess for once she's right.
Was it just last summer?
He started an avalanche.
My mom enjoys discussing
her son's downhill slide
It swallowed him whole
I still wore brown slacks, chapstick.
Messy, unexcusable hair defined my style.
Could I have saved him?
My mom often outlines her first
marriage, its bitter amen. Interested?
I was to young, clueless
I hadn't seen dad in eight years.
No calls. No cards. No presents.
He was a self-serving bastard.
My mom, warrior goddess, threw
down the guantlet when he phoned.
He played prodigal trump card.
I begged. Plotted. Pouted. Cajoled.
I was six again adoring daddy.
What the Hell gave him that right!
My mom gave a detailed run-down
of his varied bad habits.
Contrite was not his style.
I promised. Swore. Crossed my heart.
Recited the D.A.R.E. pledge verbatim.
How could she love him so much?
My mom relented, kissed me
good-bye, sad her perfume.
Things would never be the same...
I think it was the last time she kissed me.
But Ii was on my way to Dad.
Well that was the first chapter. Reveiw if you want update. If you like it get the book Crank, for that is the book this is based on. My heart, I love that book. The whole story will be written in this form by the way.
For the dense people Ryou is narrarating, and when the typing was like this it was Ryou's mom.
Hope you enjoyed -smiles-
Ciao