The glow from the street lamps illuminated a solitary figure. He was rocking back and forth on a swing, a bottle of vodka dangling precariously from his left hand. His trousers were torn at the knees. His shirt was sticking to him soaked in alcohol and sweat. The figure was staring into space ahead of him and with mumblings words swayed back and forth.

"How long have I been here?" he wondered. It felt like all eternity was standing aside and holding him there. No time seemed to pass as he continued to stare into oblivion. He took a long drink from his bottle of vodka, his face grimacing as the hot liquid burnt his throat. He coughed, making his usually bright silvery hair sway showing how dark and dirty it had become. He continued in this state drinking on his own in the park for an hour maybe two, who could tell? He squinted at the bottle of vodka, slowly bringing it into focus. Lifting it into the light he stared at it, before tilting his head and knocking back the last quarter of it. The bottle slipped from his hand smashing on the concrete. Everything faded away as the sodden figure of Bakura fell backwards and passed out.

Rubbing his head from both the bump and his almighty hangover Bakura kicked open the back door to the house. His sole intention was of going up to his room and sleeping for about a week. But his body objected, he had been without food for several days, this was making his stomach almost develop a language in its rumblings. Bakura grabbed a chicken leg from the fridge slamming the door as he did so. Yugi stuck his head out of the front room door. He jumped in front of Bakura crossing his arms and demanding where he had been. Bakura answered my simply planting the palm of his hand onto Yugi's forehead and forcing him back into the front room, where he fell over backwards.

He thumped upstairs beginning to notice music.

"If THOSE TWO are downstairs" he thought "then it must be HIM listening to that crap he calls music!"

He carried on stomping on each step, doing so with more force now. He passed Ryou's room and did a double take making his hair cut a dramatic arc through the air. That waqs not bubble gum pop. He could distinctly hear heavy rock music pounding and making the door vibrate slightly.

"No, it couldn't be" Bakura though. But the temptation was too much and he knocked on the door.

The door was wrenched open.

"Look Yugi!" said an irritated voice, "I don't know where he is and I don't care, got it?"

Then their eyes locked. The pounding rock music was deafened by the silence that followed. Both boys ran their eyes up and down each other. Bakura took in the sight of Ryou. He had violent pink streaks in his hair and was dressed all in dark black leather. He had a red bandana under his pink and silver fringe making his eyes look brighter. There was something new there too. A kind of fire, no, a kind of fury lingering there.

Ryou looked Bakura up and down. The more Bakura's mouth dropped the more Ryou's turned into a snarl. Bakura looked a state and it sickened Ryou.

"Look Ryou, I jut wanted to say……."

SMACK

Bakura was silenced by a leather studded fist connecting with the bridge of his nose. He stumbled back as the door slammed in his face. He looked shocked beyond all belief as he stumbled up the next set of stairs to his attic bedroom. He went in, and dropping the chicken leg he still had in his hand, fell onto his bed. He rolled over onto his back.

"Phew" Bakura voiced to the ceiling.

Then with a large smile Bakura fell asleep.