a/n: Let's see, can I say any other stupid stuff in my author's notes? Hmmm... probably, but if I really say that stuff, I don't think my readers would ever come back. So, I'll just shut up and get on with the fic.
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Bakura kicked his locker open Monday morning and was surprised not to see Alex there as well. He shrugged it off, though, as he gathered his things and headed to class.
He took his seat next to Yugi and they waved hello as the teacher entered. Bakura noticed the seat to his right, which was usually taken by Alex, was empty.
The teacher called for their attention and read the role call. Alex's was the last name he called.
"Alexandra has called out sick today," he said. "So could I have a volunteer to drop off her homework at her house?"
Bakura raised his hand and said, "I pass her house on my way home, so I'll do it."
"Excellent. Now..."
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Alex sat on her couch, watching TV. Well, sort of. She was flipping through all the channels quickly looking for something to watch. She'd been through all the channels nearly five times already when she heard a knock on the door.
"Who's /that/?" she moaned. She coughed and her head hurt. "God," she said as she got up and made her way to the door. She pulled it open and stared at Bakura. "What are /you/ doing here?" she asked, genuinely surprised. She coughed again, turning her head to the side.
She wasn't wearing any makeup and her hair was loose around her face. Despite the fact that her nose was red from constant blowing, she looked beautiful to Bakura.
"Hello?" she asked, waving a hand in front of his face.
He became aware of reality again and blushed. "Uh... I was... bringing you your homework," he said.
She sighed and took it from him. "I'm sick but do they care? No, of course not. They still give me the homework to add to my misery," she grumbled.
Bakura laughed and said, "You don't look that bad."
She raised an eyebrow. Without warning, she grabbed his hand and put it against her forehead. "Believe me, I'm that bad," she said.
His eyes widened as he took his hand away. "What's your temperature?"
"102," she said, coughing again.
"You shouldn't be walking around," he said, concern on his face. "Why didn't Jade get the door?"
"Because Jade's not here," she said, rubbing her temple. "Blast this headache."
"What about David?" he asked, surprised.
"At a friend's. Why?" she asked.
"You're this sick and you're here alone?"
"My God, you make it sound like I'm dying," she said, coughing again.
"Come on, go sit down," Bakura said, moving past her into the house and closing the door.
"What are you doing?" she asked incredulously as he began to guide her to the couch. "You're going to get sick!"
"No I won't," he said, sitting her down. "Here, put this on," he said, wrapping the blanket from the back of the couch around her.
"/What/ are you doing? I'm not cold!" she said, trying to throw it off.
"You may not think so, but it won't hurt you," he said, holding it on her shoulders.
She stared up at him like he was from outer space. "Are /you/ feeling okay?" she asked.
He laughed and said, "I'm fine. When was the last time you had something to eat?"
"Huh?"
"When was the last time you had something to eat?" he repeated.
"Lunch," she said slowly. "What...?" she said as he headed into the kitchen. "Where are you going?" she asked, leaning over the back of the couch to watch him leave the room. She turned back around and leaned against the couch as she coughed again. Furrowing her brow, she wrapped the blanket tighter around her, realizing Bakura was right.
- What's he doing? - she thought. She heard him opening a can and figured it out. "Bakura!" she called. "I can do that myself! Would you just go?"
Bakura didn't reply and Alex gave an exasperated sigh which resulted in another coughing fit. - I think /he's/ sick! -
A few minutes later, he came back in with two bowls of soup. He set one down in front of her and sat down on the couch.
Alex stared at his bowl. Jade had always made her soup when she was sick too. But she never had it as well. Now she was confused. "What are you... why are you...?" she asked.
He looked at her, confused as well. "What?" he asked.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"Because this is what friends do," he said with a smile.
She stared at him, unsure of what to say. "Uh... right," she said slowly, directing her attention to her soup. She stirred it around with her spoon and stared at it.
Just then, the phone rang. Alex started to get up, but Bakura stopped her.
"I'll get it," he said. He got up and picked up the receiver. "Moore residence," he said and Alex snorted. She immediately wished she hadn't, though, because she started coughing again.
"Who's this?" a female voice asked on the other end of the line. She sounded confused.
"Bakura, who's this?" he replied, equally confused.
"Jade," Alex and the voice said in unison.
"Oh, hi," Bakura said.
"What are you doing there?" Jade asked.
"I was dropping Alex's homework off, but she has a really high fever so..." he started but Alex cut him off.
"Do /not/ tell her you're taking care of me 'cause you're not!" she said, pointing a finger at him.
"How high a fever?" Jade asked.
"102," he replied and Alex nodded with a roll of her eyes.
"Tell her she can go out with Rick," Alex said with an exasperated sigh.
"What?" Bakura asked her.
"The only time she calls after work is when she wants to assess my situation to see if she can go out with Rick. Tell her I'm fine and to go," she replied, coughing again.
"Um..." he said, slightly confused.
"Alex, that is not the only reason I call!" Jade said.
"Uh, Jade says that's not the only reason she calls," Bakura repeated, feeling very uncomfortable with where this was going.
"Yeah, right," Alex replied. "Then why is she asking so many questions?"
"Why don't you talk to her?" Bakura asked, starting to move the phone, but Alex stopped him.
"I don't want to talk to her," she said, folding her arms.
"...Right," he said, now both confused and embarrassed.
"Um, /hold on a minute,/" Jade hissed to someone on her end. "Bakura?" she asked.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Um, are you staying there until I get home?"
"Yeah," he said.
"Uh, /just a minute!/" she hissed to the person on her end. "Do you mind staying a few more hours? I have someplace I'd like to go. But if it's a problem I could come home," she added quickly.
"No, I don't mind," he said truthfully.
She sighed in relief. "Thanks Bakura. I'll be home around eight, is that okay?"
"That's fine. We'll see you then," he said. "When will David be home?"
"I'll pick him up on my way home."
"Okay. Bye," he said, hanging up. He was slightly surprised to find himself feeling immensely happy. "She said she had to go somewhere so she'll be back around eight," he said to Alex as he sat down.
"She's going out with Rick," she said distastefully.
"Maybe it has something to do with work," he suggested.
She gave him a sideways look. "She's a waitress."
"Oh," he said, unable to come up with anything else.
"She works lunches so she can be home at a reasonable time and stuff." Alex coughed as she moved her spoon through her soup.
"You should really eat that," he said, looking at her.
"Did you learn this from your mom or something? Is this what she does?" Alex asked.
Bakura's smile faded slightly and he looked at his own soup. "My mom's dead," he said quietly.
"Oh," Alex said, unsure of what to say now. "Well, that sucks," she said as sympathetically as she could manage.
"It happened a long time ago, though," he said, brushing it away quickly.
There was silence for a second. "Yeah, both my parents are dead," Alex said softly.
Bakura looked at her quizzically. "But I thought Jade..."
"Jade's my sister," Alex said, looking at him. "She's twenty-three."
"Oh," he said. "I'm sorry," he said, trying to think of something.
"Why'd your mom die?" she asked, not looking at him.
"A broken heart I guess. A while after my little sister was hit by a car," he said.
Alex stared at him for a second. Now he was the one stirring his spoon through his soup and staring at it. "That really sucks," she said.
"Yeah," he replied.
There was silence for a few more seconds.
"Did you witness it?" Alex said softly.
"What?" he asked, looking at her.
"Did you see her get hit?"
"No, why?" he asked, confused.
"You're lucky," Alex said.
"What do you mean? How did your parents die?" he asked. She didn't say anything, but instead stared at her soup. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he said.
"No," she said quickly, but quietly. "I want to. My dad was kind of a... a drunk I guess. But he never usually hit my mom or anything. He just yelled and acted really stupid. Anyway, about three years ago I guess, I was home with my mom. Jade was at college and David was at a friend's. Dad was... somewhere, I don't know where. It was December and I was looking out my window at the snow when I saw dad pull up. I didn't go downstairs to say hi; we weren't very close. Actually, I wasn't close with anyone in my family except for maybe David. Anyway, he came inside and started yelling at my mom. That was common in my house. They hardly ever got along, big surprise, right? I remember feeling that something wasn't quite right though, so I went down and sat on the stairs and watched. I don't remember what they were fighting about this time, but dad pulled a gun out of his jacket pocket. I watched him shoot my mom, then blow his own brains out."
Bakura sat there, horrified.
"I freaked big time and I had to see a psychiatrist for a while. Jade quit college and came to take care of me and David. That was when I started getting weird. My friends ditched me and stuff so I was kind of a loner. Well, more than kind of, I was. Anyway, anyone who got in my way, I hit, as you probably could have figured out. The last person I hit was the leader of the preps. She ran crying to the principal and I was expelled. That's when I came to Domino High. You know the rest," she said. Her voice was quiet and just above being monotone.
"That's... awful!" he said.
She raised an eyebrow. "What would I ever do without you to state the obvious?" she asked dryly.
"I thought I had it bad," Bakura said.
"You do. You lost your sister. I only lost my parents. I couldn't stand them anyway. Just their choice of death wasn't exactly what I had in mind. If I lost David, I don't know what I'd do," she said. Alex suddenly realized how much she was telling him and stopped. She sat up straight and cleared her throat. "Well, so now you know."
"I don't know what to say," he said, looking at her.
"Then don't say anything," she said. She coughed and put her hand to her forehead. "God, this headache's killing me."
"I'll get you some Aspirin if you tell me where it is," he offered.
"It's in the bathroom cabinet."
He got up to get it and she looked after him. He was being so... sweet. She hated that word, but it was the only one to describe him right now. It had been a long time since she had actually felt like someone cared about her.
He came back shortly and handed her the small bottle. She took two pills out and swallowed them without water.
"Oh," Bakura said, somewhat surprised. "I would have gotten you some water..."
"I do that all the time," she said, waving it away.
"Oh," he said again. He felt stupid that he couldn't think of anything else to say.
They finished their soup in silence and he picked them up and put them in the sink. He heard Alex turn on the TV and start flipping channels. He came back and sat down beside her on the couch.
"You'll never find anything if you keep flipping so fast," he said.
"I know what I want to watch by the first second of the show," she replied.
"They don't even have a chance to talk!" he laughed.
"What, can you flip better?" she challenged, pausing a second to look at him.
"Actually, yes," he said, reaching for the remote. She pulled it away from him and scooted to the end of the couch. She then resumed her channel surfing.
"Why don't you go to the TV guide?" he suggested with a laugh.
"Because I don't feel like it," she said, attempting to snap but failing.
Now Bakura was sure she was doing it just to annoy him. With a grin, he scooted over next to her and grabbed the remote out of her hand in one swift movement.
"Hey!" she cried, reaching for it. He tried to move away from her, but lost his balance and fell back on the couch. He held the remote as far away from her as possible and laughed as she tried to grab it. "Give it back!" she cried, leaning over him for it. "It's my house so you have to do what I say!"
He laughed and put a hand on her shoulder, pushing her away. He looked at her reaching for the remote, her hair falling around her face, and he suddenly didn't want to push her away anymore. He paused for a second and she noticed him looking at her.
"What?" she asked.
He went furiously red and suddenly wanted to be out of the situation. He gave her once swift push and, because she was weak from being sick, she fell off of him against the arm of the couch.
"Hey!" she cried as Bakura sat up, the remote in his hand. "Fine," she said, folding her arms and doing her best to glare at him. He just grinned back.
He began to flip through the channels, though much slower than Alex. He soon saw why she was flipping so fast. It was because there was nothing on and she already knew what was on all the channels. He glanced at her. She was asleep, her head slightly to the side.
Bakura set the remote down on the coffee table and stood in front of her for a second, assessing whether or not she was truly asleep. When he decided she was, he gently lifted her off the couch. He carried her up the stairs and lay her down on her bed. He then brought up the blanket from the couch and threw it over her.
Bakura looked at her for a few seconds, not wanting to leave. Slowly, he ran his hand gently along her cheek. He smiled at her, then left, closing the door behind him.
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Alex's eyes opened slightly when she heard the door close. She touched her cheek where Bakura had and smiled. - He'd make a fair nurse, - she thought. Then, she fell back to sleep.
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a/n: Okay, how did you like it? I loved it. I've been wanting to get this down, but I'm gonna' like the next chapter even better 'cause that's where my song comes in! Yay! Sorry. Anyways, review and I'll post!
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Bakura kicked his locker open Monday morning and was surprised not to see Alex there as well. He shrugged it off, though, as he gathered his things and headed to class.
He took his seat next to Yugi and they waved hello as the teacher entered. Bakura noticed the seat to his right, which was usually taken by Alex, was empty.
The teacher called for their attention and read the role call. Alex's was the last name he called.
"Alexandra has called out sick today," he said. "So could I have a volunteer to drop off her homework at her house?"
Bakura raised his hand and said, "I pass her house on my way home, so I'll do it."
"Excellent. Now..."
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Alex sat on her couch, watching TV. Well, sort of. She was flipping through all the channels quickly looking for something to watch. She'd been through all the channels nearly five times already when she heard a knock on the door.
"Who's /that/?" she moaned. She coughed and her head hurt. "God," she said as she got up and made her way to the door. She pulled it open and stared at Bakura. "What are /you/ doing here?" she asked, genuinely surprised. She coughed again, turning her head to the side.
She wasn't wearing any makeup and her hair was loose around her face. Despite the fact that her nose was red from constant blowing, she looked beautiful to Bakura.
"Hello?" she asked, waving a hand in front of his face.
He became aware of reality again and blushed. "Uh... I was... bringing you your homework," he said.
She sighed and took it from him. "I'm sick but do they care? No, of course not. They still give me the homework to add to my misery," she grumbled.
Bakura laughed and said, "You don't look that bad."
She raised an eyebrow. Without warning, she grabbed his hand and put it against her forehead. "Believe me, I'm that bad," she said.
His eyes widened as he took his hand away. "What's your temperature?"
"102," she said, coughing again.
"You shouldn't be walking around," he said, concern on his face. "Why didn't Jade get the door?"
"Because Jade's not here," she said, rubbing her temple. "Blast this headache."
"What about David?" he asked, surprised.
"At a friend's. Why?" she asked.
"You're this sick and you're here alone?"
"My God, you make it sound like I'm dying," she said, coughing again.
"Come on, go sit down," Bakura said, moving past her into the house and closing the door.
"What are you doing?" she asked incredulously as he began to guide her to the couch. "You're going to get sick!"
"No I won't," he said, sitting her down. "Here, put this on," he said, wrapping the blanket from the back of the couch around her.
"/What/ are you doing? I'm not cold!" she said, trying to throw it off.
"You may not think so, but it won't hurt you," he said, holding it on her shoulders.
She stared up at him like he was from outer space. "Are /you/ feeling okay?" she asked.
He laughed and said, "I'm fine. When was the last time you had something to eat?"
"Huh?"
"When was the last time you had something to eat?" he repeated.
"Lunch," she said slowly. "What...?" she said as he headed into the kitchen. "Where are you going?" she asked, leaning over the back of the couch to watch him leave the room. She turned back around and leaned against the couch as she coughed again. Furrowing her brow, she wrapped the blanket tighter around her, realizing Bakura was right.
- What's he doing? - she thought. She heard him opening a can and figured it out. "Bakura!" she called. "I can do that myself! Would you just go?"
Bakura didn't reply and Alex gave an exasperated sigh which resulted in another coughing fit. - I think /he's/ sick! -
A few minutes later, he came back in with two bowls of soup. He set one down in front of her and sat down on the couch.
Alex stared at his bowl. Jade had always made her soup when she was sick too. But she never had it as well. Now she was confused. "What are you... why are you...?" she asked.
He looked at her, confused as well. "What?" he asked.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"Because this is what friends do," he said with a smile.
She stared at him, unsure of what to say. "Uh... right," she said slowly, directing her attention to her soup. She stirred it around with her spoon and stared at it.
Just then, the phone rang. Alex started to get up, but Bakura stopped her.
"I'll get it," he said. He got up and picked up the receiver. "Moore residence," he said and Alex snorted. She immediately wished she hadn't, though, because she started coughing again.
"Who's this?" a female voice asked on the other end of the line. She sounded confused.
"Bakura, who's this?" he replied, equally confused.
"Jade," Alex and the voice said in unison.
"Oh, hi," Bakura said.
"What are you doing there?" Jade asked.
"I was dropping Alex's homework off, but she has a really high fever so..." he started but Alex cut him off.
"Do /not/ tell her you're taking care of me 'cause you're not!" she said, pointing a finger at him.
"How high a fever?" Jade asked.
"102," he replied and Alex nodded with a roll of her eyes.
"Tell her she can go out with Rick," Alex said with an exasperated sigh.
"What?" Bakura asked her.
"The only time she calls after work is when she wants to assess my situation to see if she can go out with Rick. Tell her I'm fine and to go," she replied, coughing again.
"Um..." he said, slightly confused.
"Alex, that is not the only reason I call!" Jade said.
"Uh, Jade says that's not the only reason she calls," Bakura repeated, feeling very uncomfortable with where this was going.
"Yeah, right," Alex replied. "Then why is she asking so many questions?"
"Why don't you talk to her?" Bakura asked, starting to move the phone, but Alex stopped him.
"I don't want to talk to her," she said, folding her arms.
"...Right," he said, now both confused and embarrassed.
"Um, /hold on a minute,/" Jade hissed to someone on her end. "Bakura?" she asked.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Um, are you staying there until I get home?"
"Yeah," he said.
"Uh, /just a minute!/" she hissed to the person on her end. "Do you mind staying a few more hours? I have someplace I'd like to go. But if it's a problem I could come home," she added quickly.
"No, I don't mind," he said truthfully.
She sighed in relief. "Thanks Bakura. I'll be home around eight, is that okay?"
"That's fine. We'll see you then," he said. "When will David be home?"
"I'll pick him up on my way home."
"Okay. Bye," he said, hanging up. He was slightly surprised to find himself feeling immensely happy. "She said she had to go somewhere so she'll be back around eight," he said to Alex as he sat down.
"She's going out with Rick," she said distastefully.
"Maybe it has something to do with work," he suggested.
She gave him a sideways look. "She's a waitress."
"Oh," he said, unable to come up with anything else.
"She works lunches so she can be home at a reasonable time and stuff." Alex coughed as she moved her spoon through her soup.
"You should really eat that," he said, looking at her.
"Did you learn this from your mom or something? Is this what she does?" Alex asked.
Bakura's smile faded slightly and he looked at his own soup. "My mom's dead," he said quietly.
"Oh," Alex said, unsure of what to say now. "Well, that sucks," she said as sympathetically as she could manage.
"It happened a long time ago, though," he said, brushing it away quickly.
There was silence for a second. "Yeah, both my parents are dead," Alex said softly.
Bakura looked at her quizzically. "But I thought Jade..."
"Jade's my sister," Alex said, looking at him. "She's twenty-three."
"Oh," he said. "I'm sorry," he said, trying to think of something.
"Why'd your mom die?" she asked, not looking at him.
"A broken heart I guess. A while after my little sister was hit by a car," he said.
Alex stared at him for a second. Now he was the one stirring his spoon through his soup and staring at it. "That really sucks," she said.
"Yeah," he replied.
There was silence for a few more seconds.
"Did you witness it?" Alex said softly.
"What?" he asked, looking at her.
"Did you see her get hit?"
"No, why?" he asked, confused.
"You're lucky," Alex said.
"What do you mean? How did your parents die?" he asked. She didn't say anything, but instead stared at her soup. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he said.
"No," she said quickly, but quietly. "I want to. My dad was kind of a... a drunk I guess. But he never usually hit my mom or anything. He just yelled and acted really stupid. Anyway, about three years ago I guess, I was home with my mom. Jade was at college and David was at a friend's. Dad was... somewhere, I don't know where. It was December and I was looking out my window at the snow when I saw dad pull up. I didn't go downstairs to say hi; we weren't very close. Actually, I wasn't close with anyone in my family except for maybe David. Anyway, he came inside and started yelling at my mom. That was common in my house. They hardly ever got along, big surprise, right? I remember feeling that something wasn't quite right though, so I went down and sat on the stairs and watched. I don't remember what they were fighting about this time, but dad pulled a gun out of his jacket pocket. I watched him shoot my mom, then blow his own brains out."
Bakura sat there, horrified.
"I freaked big time and I had to see a psychiatrist for a while. Jade quit college and came to take care of me and David. That was when I started getting weird. My friends ditched me and stuff so I was kind of a loner. Well, more than kind of, I was. Anyway, anyone who got in my way, I hit, as you probably could have figured out. The last person I hit was the leader of the preps. She ran crying to the principal and I was expelled. That's when I came to Domino High. You know the rest," she said. Her voice was quiet and just above being monotone.
"That's... awful!" he said.
She raised an eyebrow. "What would I ever do without you to state the obvious?" she asked dryly.
"I thought I had it bad," Bakura said.
"You do. You lost your sister. I only lost my parents. I couldn't stand them anyway. Just their choice of death wasn't exactly what I had in mind. If I lost David, I don't know what I'd do," she said. Alex suddenly realized how much she was telling him and stopped. She sat up straight and cleared her throat. "Well, so now you know."
"I don't know what to say," he said, looking at her.
"Then don't say anything," she said. She coughed and put her hand to her forehead. "God, this headache's killing me."
"I'll get you some Aspirin if you tell me where it is," he offered.
"It's in the bathroom cabinet."
He got up to get it and she looked after him. He was being so... sweet. She hated that word, but it was the only one to describe him right now. It had been a long time since she had actually felt like someone cared about her.
He came back shortly and handed her the small bottle. She took two pills out and swallowed them without water.
"Oh," Bakura said, somewhat surprised. "I would have gotten you some water..."
"I do that all the time," she said, waving it away.
"Oh," he said again. He felt stupid that he couldn't think of anything else to say.
They finished their soup in silence and he picked them up and put them in the sink. He heard Alex turn on the TV and start flipping channels. He came back and sat down beside her on the couch.
"You'll never find anything if you keep flipping so fast," he said.
"I know what I want to watch by the first second of the show," she replied.
"They don't even have a chance to talk!" he laughed.
"What, can you flip better?" she challenged, pausing a second to look at him.
"Actually, yes," he said, reaching for the remote. She pulled it away from him and scooted to the end of the couch. She then resumed her channel surfing.
"Why don't you go to the TV guide?" he suggested with a laugh.
"Because I don't feel like it," she said, attempting to snap but failing.
Now Bakura was sure she was doing it just to annoy him. With a grin, he scooted over next to her and grabbed the remote out of her hand in one swift movement.
"Hey!" she cried, reaching for it. He tried to move away from her, but lost his balance and fell back on the couch. He held the remote as far away from her as possible and laughed as she tried to grab it. "Give it back!" she cried, leaning over him for it. "It's my house so you have to do what I say!"
He laughed and put a hand on her shoulder, pushing her away. He looked at her reaching for the remote, her hair falling around her face, and he suddenly didn't want to push her away anymore. He paused for a second and she noticed him looking at her.
"What?" she asked.
He went furiously red and suddenly wanted to be out of the situation. He gave her once swift push and, because she was weak from being sick, she fell off of him against the arm of the couch.
"Hey!" she cried as Bakura sat up, the remote in his hand. "Fine," she said, folding her arms and doing her best to glare at him. He just grinned back.
He began to flip through the channels, though much slower than Alex. He soon saw why she was flipping so fast. It was because there was nothing on and she already knew what was on all the channels. He glanced at her. She was asleep, her head slightly to the side.
Bakura set the remote down on the coffee table and stood in front of her for a second, assessing whether or not she was truly asleep. When he decided she was, he gently lifted her off the couch. He carried her up the stairs and lay her down on her bed. He then brought up the blanket from the couch and threw it over her.
Bakura looked at her for a few seconds, not wanting to leave. Slowly, he ran his hand gently along her cheek. He smiled at her, then left, closing the door behind him.
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Alex's eyes opened slightly when she heard the door close. She touched her cheek where Bakura had and smiled. - He'd make a fair nurse, - she thought. Then, she fell back to sleep.
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a/n: Okay, how did you like it? I loved it. I've been wanting to get this down, but I'm gonna' like the next chapter even better 'cause that's where my song comes in! Yay! Sorry. Anyways, review and I'll post!