Disclaimer- I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or 'Can't Fall Down' by Jim's Big Ego. ^^; A/N- Heard this song and thought it was perfect for these two! No idea how to use italics, so lyrics are signified by '*'. ^^ Don't worry, still working on my other story, too.
*Gonna lie down on the kitchen floor
Can't fall down from here
That's what gravity is for
And I'm not going to think at all
Can't fall down from here
I didn't fall*
The eyes of the tomb robber were shut, distancing himself from the rest of the world. Though the sun was peeking in through the brightly colored curtains of his hikari's kitchen, it didn't seem to bother him. Really, he almost welcomed it. Arms outstretched and torso hidden under the kitchen table, Bakura was definitely a sight.
Ryou, who'd been watching him, concluded something must be terribly wrong. After all, his yami usually wasn't one to lounge so leasurely. On top of it, he was hiding under furniture? The smaller one sighed as he raked a hand through his hair. If there was anyone to cheer someone up, it'd have to be the cerulean eyed girl that was so close to his heart and many's. Thankfully, she'd agreed to come talk to Bakura.
*You can lie to me again
Oh but you can't let me down
I got nowhere else to go
My head is on the ground*
As if on cue, the female knocked softly upon the wooden door, before entering the tension filled kitchen. When her friend had called to describe the situation, she had to do all she could not to laugh. It seemed humerous; the so dreaded tomb robber hiding himself under a kitchen table, only to be discovered by his hikari.
Once she set eyes upon the sight, though, Anzu's brow furrowed. He seemed somewhat depressed, and the both of them standing over him probably wasn't helping. Despite that, the female didn't have the heart to ask Ryou to leave them in solitude for a minute. After all, he looked just about as worried as she did.
Besides, did she really want to be alone with the tomb robber? That one took a little more thought, and was left unanswered. Instead, she concluded that the hikari would be fine. Perhaps he could even provide assistance. Ryou knew his yami quite well, after all.
*Got my cheek on the cold tile
Can't fall down from here
I'll stay like this a while
And listen to the underground
No, I can't fall down*
Bakura shifted, allowing his cheek to rub against the floor tiles. In this process, he cast a glance up to his two observers. It was quite commical, because for once they looked far more guilty then he did. They were, though, weren't they? He was trying to get a little peace, and everyone decided he'd gone crazy.
Oh well, let them think what they want. He sighed softly, letting the smallest grin he'd found slip from his lips. Those deep black eyes once more fell shut, and his whole body rose and fell with another sigh. The female had been right, this white haired boy had definitely slipped into depression.
*You can lie to me again
Oh but you can't let me down
I got nowhere else to go
My head is on the ground
And you can say you need a friend
It don't mean anything to me at all
I don't need a hand up
Don't lie, I didn't fall*
Ryou was the first one to speak as he cast a glance to the female. "Thank you," he murmered quietly, "I really appreciate this. I'll leave you two alone, okay?" With that, he waved before leaving the kitchen silently. Well, so much for the female's inward debate.
She cast a glance to the tomb robber, trying to get her words just right. What was she to say to him that she hadn't said already? Almost as if he could read her thoughts, a slight grin lit his lips. This would definitely be an interesting attempt. If not successful, humerous.
*And there's the bottom of the shelf
I can't fall down from here
I don't understand myself
It's like when I was three
I can't fall down from here
The under side of things I see*
"Bakura," the cerulean eyed girl began gently, hoping to catch his gaze. It didn't happen, though, for his eyes refused to open. Given that, she continued without eye contact. "Is something wrong? Usually people don't tend to lie under kitchen tables."
As she chuckled softly, he shifted once more and cast his eyes to the top of the table. It was beginning to show the wear and tear of its years, much like himself. The spirit felt as if he was losing his touch, and this truly proved it. If a year ago they'd been in this position, she'd have been dead by now.
*And you can like to me again
Oh but you can't let me down
I got nowhere else to go
My head is on the ground
And you can say you need a friend
It don't mean anything at all
I don't need a hand up
Don't lie, I didn't fall*
"Bakura," she began again, and this time sighed. "You can tell me. We can be friends, alright?" Here Anzu kneeled, becoming closer to the object of her concern. "Everyone needs a friend. Otherwise, they have no one to tell anything to and it all bottles up. Understand?"
The tomb robber despised how she spoke to him as if he were a child. Given that, he rolled around once more so he was in touching distance of the female, and reached out; grabbing her wrist. It startled her, and that amused him to no end. With his hand firmly grasping her wrist, both just watched each other.
*Just lay down is all.*
In one swrist motion, the tomb robber had pulled her down on top of him. Sure, he winced slightly as she first hit, but then relaxed as she didn't try to struggle. A small grin rested upon his lips by this point. "Shut up, Masaki, you're boring me." Well, it was better than a few things he could have said.
The female was quite tense in his arms, and a bright blush lit her cheeks. As soon as the tomb robber snaked his arms around her, though, she began to relax. Soon Anzu's cerulean eyes had fell shut, and her breathing had evened somewhat. There they both were, on the ground, where she had thought was crazy just a minute ago. Amazing how a simple action can change you.
*Gonna lie down on the kitchen floor.
Can't fall down from here
Can't fall down from here
I can't fall...*
Both Bakura and Anzu soon fell into a comforting sleep, arms encircling each other. It was clear that there'd be many more moments to come. That and a second, softer side to the tomb robber. Ryou, who'd sneaked back into the kitchen, didn't mind. As he quickly snapped a picture of the two before shoving the camera back into his pocket, he murmered softly to himself. "She's perfect for him."
*Gonna lie down on the kitchen floor
Can't fall down from here
That's what gravity is for
And I'm not going to think at all
Can't fall down from here
I didn't fall*
The eyes of the tomb robber were shut, distancing himself from the rest of the world. Though the sun was peeking in through the brightly colored curtains of his hikari's kitchen, it didn't seem to bother him. Really, he almost welcomed it. Arms outstretched and torso hidden under the kitchen table, Bakura was definitely a sight.
Ryou, who'd been watching him, concluded something must be terribly wrong. After all, his yami usually wasn't one to lounge so leasurely. On top of it, he was hiding under furniture? The smaller one sighed as he raked a hand through his hair. If there was anyone to cheer someone up, it'd have to be the cerulean eyed girl that was so close to his heart and many's. Thankfully, she'd agreed to come talk to Bakura.
*You can lie to me again
Oh but you can't let me down
I got nowhere else to go
My head is on the ground*
As if on cue, the female knocked softly upon the wooden door, before entering the tension filled kitchen. When her friend had called to describe the situation, she had to do all she could not to laugh. It seemed humerous; the so dreaded tomb robber hiding himself under a kitchen table, only to be discovered by his hikari.
Once she set eyes upon the sight, though, Anzu's brow furrowed. He seemed somewhat depressed, and the both of them standing over him probably wasn't helping. Despite that, the female didn't have the heart to ask Ryou to leave them in solitude for a minute. After all, he looked just about as worried as she did.
Besides, did she really want to be alone with the tomb robber? That one took a little more thought, and was left unanswered. Instead, she concluded that the hikari would be fine. Perhaps he could even provide assistance. Ryou knew his yami quite well, after all.
*Got my cheek on the cold tile
Can't fall down from here
I'll stay like this a while
And listen to the underground
No, I can't fall down*
Bakura shifted, allowing his cheek to rub against the floor tiles. In this process, he cast a glance up to his two observers. It was quite commical, because for once they looked far more guilty then he did. They were, though, weren't they? He was trying to get a little peace, and everyone decided he'd gone crazy.
Oh well, let them think what they want. He sighed softly, letting the smallest grin he'd found slip from his lips. Those deep black eyes once more fell shut, and his whole body rose and fell with another sigh. The female had been right, this white haired boy had definitely slipped into depression.
*You can lie to me again
Oh but you can't let me down
I got nowhere else to go
My head is on the ground
And you can say you need a friend
It don't mean anything to me at all
I don't need a hand up
Don't lie, I didn't fall*
Ryou was the first one to speak as he cast a glance to the female. "Thank you," he murmered quietly, "I really appreciate this. I'll leave you two alone, okay?" With that, he waved before leaving the kitchen silently. Well, so much for the female's inward debate.
She cast a glance to the tomb robber, trying to get her words just right. What was she to say to him that she hadn't said already? Almost as if he could read her thoughts, a slight grin lit his lips. This would definitely be an interesting attempt. If not successful, humerous.
*And there's the bottom of the shelf
I can't fall down from here
I don't understand myself
It's like when I was three
I can't fall down from here
The under side of things I see*
"Bakura," the cerulean eyed girl began gently, hoping to catch his gaze. It didn't happen, though, for his eyes refused to open. Given that, she continued without eye contact. "Is something wrong? Usually people don't tend to lie under kitchen tables."
As she chuckled softly, he shifted once more and cast his eyes to the top of the table. It was beginning to show the wear and tear of its years, much like himself. The spirit felt as if he was losing his touch, and this truly proved it. If a year ago they'd been in this position, she'd have been dead by now.
*And you can like to me again
Oh but you can't let me down
I got nowhere else to go
My head is on the ground
And you can say you need a friend
It don't mean anything at all
I don't need a hand up
Don't lie, I didn't fall*
"Bakura," she began again, and this time sighed. "You can tell me. We can be friends, alright?" Here Anzu kneeled, becoming closer to the object of her concern. "Everyone needs a friend. Otherwise, they have no one to tell anything to and it all bottles up. Understand?"
The tomb robber despised how she spoke to him as if he were a child. Given that, he rolled around once more so he was in touching distance of the female, and reached out; grabbing her wrist. It startled her, and that amused him to no end. With his hand firmly grasping her wrist, both just watched each other.
*Just lay down is all.*
In one swrist motion, the tomb robber had pulled her down on top of him. Sure, he winced slightly as she first hit, but then relaxed as she didn't try to struggle. A small grin rested upon his lips by this point. "Shut up, Masaki, you're boring me." Well, it was better than a few things he could have said.
The female was quite tense in his arms, and a bright blush lit her cheeks. As soon as the tomb robber snaked his arms around her, though, she began to relax. Soon Anzu's cerulean eyes had fell shut, and her breathing had evened somewhat. There they both were, on the ground, where she had thought was crazy just a minute ago. Amazing how a simple action can change you.
*Gonna lie down on the kitchen floor.
Can't fall down from here
Can't fall down from here
I can't fall...*
Both Bakura and Anzu soon fell into a comforting sleep, arms encircling each other. It was clear that there'd be many more moments to come. That and a second, softer side to the tomb robber. Ryou, who'd sneaked back into the kitchen, didn't mind. As he quickly snapped a picture of the two before shoving the camera back into his pocket, he murmered softly to himself. "She's perfect for him."