Me: I'MMMMM BAAAAACK!
Bakura: No one cares...
Me: I care. *sniffles*
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Fragments of the Past: Chapter 4
The bright lights of the rink pulsed rapidly, adding to Bakura's growing headache. Loud music made his ears ring and he was sick of people crashing into him, even if they were unable to control themselves.
His skates still sat under the edge of the table, rolling a bit forward as the music vibrated the floor. A hand tapped his head and he glared up at Anzu.
"What?" he snapped.
She rolled her eyes. "You came to a skating rink, silly. You have to wear the skates."
She giggled when Bakura let out a groan. "I showed up isn't that enough?"
"Nope."
A staring (or should it be glaring?) contest ensued and Bakura eventually sighed. He laced up the wheeled shoes and stood up, only to have his feet roll out from under him. He lost his balance and Anzu caught his arm just before he hit the ground. He yanked it away and abruptly fell to the hard floor. Anzu was clearly trying very hard not to laugh, and reached out a hand to help him up.
Bakura only glared at the hand and used the table beside him to hoist himself up. He was more careful about moving forward.
Anzu skated smoothly beside him,offering helpful tips. "Keep your feet about shoulder width. If their to close together you'll trip." "Try not to lean forward or backward, just keep right above your feet."
"Shut up,Mazaki," he muttered, but was taking in the information. When he started to get the hang of it, he rolled onto the rink. He skated faster, keeping his balance quite well. At least until some girl shoved him from behind and casused him to tumble forward. He threw out his hands to catch himself and landed hard on his wrist, only to have his hand run over by a skate.
He shook the injured hand and stood up, cursing fairly loudly. He leaned against the wall, trying to get a good look at the injury in the constantly moving lights. Someone stopped next to him and he glanced over.
"You okay?" Anzu asked, worry clear in her voice.
"Fine, just freaking fine, Mazaki!" he growled.
She was quiet for a moment. "What were you saying out there?"
Bakura frowned, "What are you talking about?"
"After you fell, you were saying something, but it was in, like, some forgein language. Not Japanese."
Bakura thought back and realized she was right. "It was...Arabic..."
Anzu raised her eyebrows, "You know Arabic?"
"Of course I know Arabic! Where do you think I'm from?!"
"Oh, right, sorry. That was a stupid question."
"Yeah, it was!"
"Sorry."
"For Ra's sake, Mazaki. Stop apologizing!"
She looked down. Even though it was what he had been begging for, the silence made Bakura uncomfortable. "Why don't you go hang out with your friends," he suggested," I can't be much fun to be around."
Anzu laughed. She was about to reply when the DJ interrupted.
"Yo all you skaters, for these next two songs, grab yo sweetheart and hold their hand. This is a couples skate."
Bakura snorted as people started pairing up. The pharoh rolled by, holding hands with some random girl. Bakura also saw Valentine with Wheeler, the little midget with Hawkins and Ryou with some blonde.
Bakura was suddenly very aware of Anzu next to him. Her hair hung in her face, sweat making it stick slightly. Her eyes flickered through the crowd and rested on the pharoh. For some reason, this made Bakura's fists clench. He shook his head and was so involved with trying to get the strange thoughts out of his head that he didn't notice when Anzu said something.
"What?" he said.
Her face reddened slightly. "Would y-you like t-to skate, maybe...?"
Bakura's eyes widened. "Seriously?"
Anzu looked at the ground. "I mean like if you would want to or something because, like I don't know... nevermind..."
Bakura watched her face turn competely red and found his hand holding hers suddenly. She looked up as he began to stand. She stood with him and they began to move slowly.
The first song drew to a close as they began a sort of race. Anzu began to weave quickly through the other skaters, almost leaving Bakura behind. Bakura smirked as the next song came on.
Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, Misplaced, Misunderstood
Miss no way its all good
That didn't slow me down
Mistaken, Always second guessing, Underestimated
Look I'm still around
Bakura caught up to Anzu and was soon passing her. He led her around the rink and through the crowd.
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
That your less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You are perfect
To me
Anzu smirked at the white haired teen and tried to catch up, but Bakura had caught on quickly. She settled for letting him lead and pulled him back a bit.
Your so mean
When you talk about yourself
You are wrong
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead
So complicated
Look happy you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough
I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
Oh, pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
That your less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You are perfect
To me
Bakura looked back to see Anzu smling at him. He felt his face heat up and turned around.
The whole world stares so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line and we try try try
But we try to hard and its a waste of my time
Done lookin for the critics cause their everywhere
They don't like my jeans
They don't get my hair
We change ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, Why do we do that
Why do I do that
Yeahhhh
Oh pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
That your less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You are perfect
To me
As the chorus sounded for the last time, Bakura tripped...again. He fell forward and pulled Anzu down on top of him as everyone around them scattered. He was dazed for a moment before he realized the position they were in.
She was sprawled across his chest, their legs tangled together. Bakura felt his face heat up competely. He tried to get up and only succeded in intertwining them more.
Anzu laughed at him as he tried to untangle them. "You think this is funny, Mazaki!?" he snapped.
She bit her lip to stop the chuckling. She picked herself out of the tangled limbs and stood, holding out a hand. He took it reluctantly and stood.
They left the rink and sat at a table on the sideline. Bakura imediately began to unlace his skates. Anzu bent down to do the same.
"You tired too, Mazaki?"
She was quiet for a moment. "You can call me Anzu...if you want..."
Bakura stood up and helped her to her feet. "I'm leaving," he announced.
He walked out the door and heard Anzu trailing after him. She grabbed his shoulder to try and catch up and he yanked it away. A wave of hurt flashed across her face and she looked down to hide it.
Bakura felt stirrings of guilt in his stomach, but quickly dismissed them. "Why do you always follow me anyway, Maza- Anzu?" Her name felt both strange and comfortable rolling off his tongue.
She thought for a second. "I don't know. Your interesting." She shrugged and walked away.
Me: So okay my name has changed...I am now KORITHEEVILEDITOR! Dun DUn DUNNNN!