By: Leiko
"Ryou!" came Bakura's voice as he shouted ferociously through the door of Ryou's house. He pounded his fist a few times and continued to shout, growling slightly under his breath.
A boy walked to the door and opened it, then stepped back and watched as Bakura fell inside, face first on to the floor, his hand in the form of a fist, seeing as he was about to pound on the door again. "You should be more careful, Bakura," Ryou told him, looking innocent, like normal.
Bakura glared up at the boy, growling slightly. He then stood up and dusted himself up, still glaring at the boy. "Well if you had something like 'I'm coming!' I wouldn't have had to pound on your damn door!" he protested.
Ryou laughed lightly as he looked at Bakura. "But I did say that, you were just to busy yelling out my name and pounding on the door," Ryou informed him, receiving a death glare from the other boy. "Anyways, I'm sure you didn't come here to fall face first on my floor, now did you?" Ryou asked, quickly changing the subject before he felt to awkward.
"No, I came to see if you would happen to have my guitar…" Bakura blinked, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at the younger boy. "Seeing as I did borrow it too you last week, I kinda need it," Bakura informed him, crossing his arms over his chest area.
"Oh! Yes I do, and thank you for letting me use it," Ryou said as he turned around and ran off into his house, disappearing behind a wall and then reappearing with a red guitar in hand. Ryou smiled as he handed it to Bakura. "I thought I would clean it up a bit as well," Ryou told him as Bakura looked down at the guitar, the red shining and making the orange flames on it look as though they were alive and dancing about the guitar.
Bakura shrugged and turned around. "Yeah, sure, whatever," he grumbled as he walked down the sidewalk away from Ryou's house and back to his own. He lived down at the other end of the street from Ryou, which was only about four to five houses down. He walked up the sidewalk to his front door and opened it, to find Marik there, sitting on his couch and eating popcorn.
"And just what the fuck are you doing in my damn house, asshole?" Bakura snarled as he set his guitar down by the front closet and stormed over into his living room, his arms crossed and giving the boy a death glare.
Marik smirked lightly and looked up at Bakura, his eyes having somewhat of an evil glint to them and Bakura didn't like it. "I didn't think you would mind, you seem to have better food in your house anyways," Marik told him, that smirk still plastered to his face as he set his gaze back upon the television set.
"I don't give a damn!" Bakura shouted at him and grabbed the bag of popcorn from Marik's clutches. "Get the fuck out of my house! NOW!" Bakura snarled and sent a very cold death glare at the boy, a slight growl slipping from his throat.
Marik sighed and stood up, off the couch and turned around, giving Bakura the opportunity to see that evil glint in his eyes once more. "If you say so… but what do I get if I leave peacefully?" he asked, smirking as he crossed his own tan arms over his bare chest, seeing as it was too hot outside for him.
"A less painful death when I eventually end up killing you.." Bakura told him, kinda threatening him, though he knew, himself, that he wouldn't kill Marik. Bakura just thought of it as a waste of his time, his time with his guitar and music.
"Really? And just when do you plan on killing me? I wanna make sure I'm defenseless when it comes time for you to kill me, so you have at least a small chance of being able to do it," Marik sneered, smirking still.
"Just get the fuck out of my house Marik," Bakura growled. Marik laughed lightly as he walked from in front of the couch over to Bakura, forcing him to back up. Bakura's back hit a wall and Marik placed both hands on either side of Bakura's head to make sure he couldn't go anywhere.
"Now, now.. what kinda of person are you to take that type of tone with me? I like it better when you sound mad.." he smirked. Bakura got a disgusted look on his face. "Get the hell out of my house, now you asshole," Bakura snarled once more. Marik laughed lightly once more and moved his right hand from the wall and grabbed Bakura's chin, forcing the silver haired boy to look into his own lavender eyes. He then moved his face in a bit closer and grabbed Bakura's lips with his own, forcing him into a rough kiss.
Bakura tried to break free but was unable to. He growled and then brought his fist down into Marik's gut, knocking him back in a bit of surprise, not much surprise, but it was enough for Bakura. "I told you to never touch me!" Bakura shouted at him, clenching his fist tightly enough to turn his knuckles white.
Marik laughed lightly as he didn't even bother to show that Bakura had punched him at all. The punch didn't hurt at all, just surprised him a bit and that's all Bakura really cared to do about it. Marik then licked his lips a bit and turned, walking out of Bakura's house and closing the door behind him.
Bakura growled and wiped his lips, getting a disgusted look on his face. "That bastard… who the hell does he think he is!?" he shouted as he walked to the front closet and grabbed the neck of his guitar, walking into his garage.
He set the guitar down once more, by the door and walked over to his speakers, turning them on. He walked back to his guitar and picked it up by the neck once more, stepping back towards the speakers. He stuck a cord into the bottom of his instrument and then the other end of the cord into speakers. He turned the speakers up as loud as they would allow and strummed a few cords, afterwards nodding. Wow, this thing is really in-tune. Ryou kept it in better shape then I though he would've. Bakura thought to himself as he walked to the door of the garage and opened it up just a few inches to allow some sunlight into the dark and cramped place.
He picked up the guitar once more and threw the leather strap over his shoulder and placed his right hand on the neck of it and then moved a few fingers about, placing them on cords, he used his left hand to strum a few of the strings and then nodded once more.
He then moved the fingers on the neck of the instrument and strummed the strings on the body of the guitar, making music for a song; the beat was quick and steady, going a decent pace for. He then slammed down once more and started to sing.
Cut my life into pieces/This is my last resort /Suffocation /No breathing /Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding he started out, closing his eyes as he moved his fingers quickly along the strings of the guitar. This is my last resort /Cut my life into pieces /I've reached my last resort /Suffocation /No breathing /Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding /Do you even care if I die bleeding? /Would it be wrong? /Would it be right? /If I took my life tonight /Chances are that I might /Mutilation outta sight /And I'm contemplating suicide/ Cuz I'm losing my sight /Losing my mind /Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine /Losing my sight /Losing my mind /Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine /I never realized I was spread too thin /Till it was too late /And I was empty within /Hungry! /Feeding on chaos /And living in sin /Downward spiral where do I begin? /It all started when I lost my mother /No love for myself /And no love for another. /Searching to find a love up on a higher level /Finding nothing but questions and devils. As Bakura was singing out he was thinking about the things Marik had done to him. He growled at this very thought which made him want to lose himself more in the music. He wanted to forget everything Marik had put him thought. All the pain and torment, the mind games he played with Bakura. Cuz I'm losing my sight /Losing my mind /Wish somebody would tell me in fine /Losing my sight /Losing my mind /Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine /Nothing's alright /Nothing is fine /I'm running and I'm crying /I'm crying /I'm crying /I'm crying /I'm crying /I can't go on living this way /Cut my life into pieces /This is my last resort /Suffocation /No breathing /Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding! /Would it be wrong? /Would it be right? Bakura continued to sing with all he could, starting finally lose himself within the music and the lyrics, not feeling pain and torment anymore, but freedom. If I took my life tonight /Chances are that I might /Mutilation outta sight /And I'm contemplating suicide/ Cuz I'm losing my sight /Losing my mind /Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine /Losing my sight /Losing my mind /Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine /Nothing's alright /Nothing is fine /I'm running and I'm crying /I can't go on living this way /Can't go on /Living this way /Nothing's alright.
Bakura finally opened his eyes and sighed, looking down at his guitar and smiling lightly. When he was playing, he felt like he was free from everything that was holding him back in his life. He was happy, but when he had to stop, reality came slamming back down upon him as he remembered everything.
Bakura blinked and looked at the big garage door as he noticed there was more light flooding in than how he had had it before. His eyes went wide when he saw four teenage girls standing there, listening, not to mention Ryou and two other males.
"Wow Bakura, I never knew you were so good," came one of the other male's voice. He was a bit taller than the other one, but looked identical to the smaller one, like he did to Ryou.
"Shut up Yami," Bakura snapped as he looked down at his guitar, pulling the strap off his shoulder and taking his guitar away from his body. He grabbed the neck of it firmly and held it by his side. "What are you doing here anyways?" he asked harshly, giving a death glare to each one of them.
"We were walking by when we heard your guitar Bakura, and then your voice shortly after. You were so caught up in your music that you didn't notice Yami opening the garage door. We all stood here and listened, amazed by how well you were," Yuugi told him, tilting his head to the side. Yuugi was about as innocent as Ryou, and Bakura really hated that.
"Oh shut up," Bakura growled. "Go away," he muttered as he leaned his back against the wall in his garage.
Yuugi blinked lightly, then looked up at Yami. "Hey Yami," he whispered. Yami blinked and looked down at the small boy. "Weren't you saying you needed another guitarist?" he asked, looking at the older teen.
Yami nodded and then blinked. "You're not—" Yami started and Yuugi nodded. "No way!" Yami blinked. "But Yami," Yuugi started. "You said you needed someone else to play the guitar and someone who could sing, so you didn't have to devote all the time to singing AND playing your guitar," Yuugi argued.
Yami sighed and finally gave into the younger boy. "Fine, I suppose it won't hurt to asked," he told Yuugi and then looked over at Bakura. Yami muttered lightly to himself as he stepped into Bakura's garage and walked over to him, his arms crossed. "Hey, Bakura," Yami spoke up, to get Bakura's attention and once he had it, he continued. "Yuugi reminded me that I need another guitarist and someone who can sing, because I was thinking about putting a band together, would ya like to be on the first member?" Yami finally asked.
Bakura blinked and raised an eyebrow. "Why not find someone else?" he asked, not sure what this teen was thinking.
"I was going to, but Yuugi argued and made me think that you're good enough to stand up to my qualities," Yami told him, frowning lightly. "So do you wanna join or not?" Yami asked, wanting to get his answer.
Leiko: Well… that turned out a bit better then I expected the first chapter too.. o.o''
Hoshiko: That's because you wrote most of it when you were dead tired.. -_-;
Leiko: --" Aren't you supportive?
Hoshiko: Hell no.. o_O;; But I like how you started it out.. _ You gunna wanr these people what it's going to be about?
Leiko: That's what the summary is for…
Hoshiko: .. you suck at those…
Leiko: Oh yeah, right.. ^_^'' Anyways, this story idea just kinda popped into meh head after a dream I had. _ Actually.. Bakura and Yami weren't singers.. o_O Malik was.. ^_^;; I just put a twist on it. And for those of you who haven't read my YGO stories before, Malik is the good one, Marik is the evil one, Ryou is the good one and Bakura is the evil one.. and Yami and Yuugi are kinda duh.. ^_^'' Anyways, this story will contain shounen-ai ^_^;; I think I spelt that right… anyways, that means boy/boy relationships.. _'' coughs. And maybe some yaoi.. x.x'' yaoi = boy/boy sex…. Yeeeah.._ Anyways, reviews would be nice.. ^_^''
Hoshiko: Shut up already.. -.-" Wanna tell them who will be playing what part in this story?
Leiko: No… o_O They'll find out later when those characters come into the story… ^_^;; and they find out what characters will be in the story.. but I will tell them that they can not use the character Sakura or Xakula in any of their stories because they aren't even mine.. ^_^'' They're my friend's characters.. _''
Hoshiko: shut up now.. -_-"
Leiko: ^^'' Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter and please review, telling me what you think of it… and feel free to ask some questions and I'll try to answer them the best I can.