a/n: Since you all are liking my fic so far, here's the next chapter. Just so you guys know, there's gonna' be a sequel. I'm gonna' like writing that just as much as I like writing this. My fic, A Love You Can't Touch, will also have a sequel. I'm still not sure about my fic, Dilemma. I'll have to do some thinking about that one. Anyways, if you're not reading all of my fics, this doesn't matter, so here's your chapter. Don't forget to be good readers and review!
P.S. I'm new to the internet 'lingo,' so would someone please tell me what 'ne' means? And also, what's a Mary-Sue?? I'm very stupid and I don't catch on very well. Please, if anyone would be so kind as to tell me these things, I'd greatly appreciate it.
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Bakura sat on the couch, flipping through the channels. He wasn't paying attention to the TV, however. He couldn't get Alex out of his mind. He kept feeling the touch of her face on his hand. Every once in a while, he'd shake his hand to try to get rid of it, but it didn't work for very long.
He sighed, knowing he was doing the same thing Alex had been doing with the remote. He decided to stay on whichever channel it landed on when he stopped. He stopped pressing the button and a soap opera came on the screen. He quickly changed the channel with a disgusted expression. A commercial now. Well, that was nowhere near as bad as a soap opera.
Frustrated with himself, he shook his hand again. - Come /on/! - he thought to himself. - This is ridiculous. -
He stared at the TV, the stupid commercials not registering in his brain.
~ I'm tuggin' at my hair,
~ I'm pullin' at my clothes,
~ I'm tryin' to keep my cool,
~ I know it shows.
He got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, staring at it. He took a sip, trying to get rid of the butterfly feeling in his stomach.
~ I'm starin' at my feet,
~ my cheeks are turnin' red.
~ I'm searchin' for the words inside my head.
- What's wrong with me? - he asked, suddenly feeling his face burn for no apparent reason. He put a hand on his stomach as if that would calm it, and stared at his water.
~ I'm feelin' nervous,
~ tryin' to be so perfect,
~ 'cause I know you're worth it,
~ you're worth it... yeah.
Frustrated, he poured the water out and went back to the couch. He sat there for a few minutes, watching 'Cops.'
~ If I could say what I wanna' say,
~ I'd say I wanna' blow you -- away.
~ Be with you every night.
~ Am I squeezing you too tight?
~ If I could say what I wanna' see,
~ I wanna' see you go down -- on one knee.
~ Marry me today.
~ Guess I'm wishin' my life away,
~ with these things I'll never say.
Bakura checked his watch. 7:46. Only about fifteen minutes before Jade got home. He wanted to go home very badly. He suddenly felt out of place at her house. Or, maybe, he felt out of place because Alex wasn't with him.
~ It don't do me any good,
~ it's just a waste of time,
~ what use is it to you what's on my mind?
He was going to drive himself nuts if he kept this up. He tried to concentrate on Cops, but every five seconds he found himself checking his watch or looking towards the stairs.
~ If it ain't comin' out,
~ we're not goin' anywhere,
~ so why can't I just tell you that I care?
He snapped back into reality to find he was pacing. He never paced. He forced himself to sit back down.
~ 'Cause I'm feelin' nervous,
~ tryin' to be so perfect,
~ 'cause I know you're worth it,
~ you're worth it... yeah!
Finally, the front door opened and Jade and David walked through. He shut off the TV and stood up.
"Hi, Bakura," David greeted happily.
"Hi," he replied, feeling rather nervous, though he wasn't sure why.
"Thank you for staying," Jade said, hanging her jacket up. "How's Alex?"
"She's... upstairs asleep. She took two aspirin for her headache, just so you know," he said.
"All right. I won't bother her then. Thank you again, Bakura. Alex is lucky to have a friend like you," Jade said.
Bakura felt his face flush and he made his way to the front door to try to hide it. "Uh... thanks," he said. "I... I've got to go. Dad's expecting me home now," he lied.
"Right, see you later," Jade said with a smile. He gave her a weak one in return, then made a fast exit.
~ If I could say what I wanna' say,
~ I'd say I wanna' blow you -- away.
~ Be with you every night.
~ Am I squeezing you too tight?
~ If I could say what I wanna' see,
~ I wanna' see you go down -- on one knee.
~ Marry me today.
~ Guess I'm wishin' my life away,
~ with these things I'll never say.
Bakura walked down the dark street, a breeze blowing against his face. He was unaware of it, though. He only had one thing on his mind at the moment...
~ What's wrong,
~ with my tongue?
~ These words keep slipping away.
~ I stutter,
~ I stumble,
~ like I've got nothing to say.
He was driving himself insane. He kept trying to push thoughts out of his head... memories... but they wouldn't go. What was /wrong/ with him?
~ 'Cause I'm feelin' nervous,
~ tryin' to be so perfect,
~ 'cause I know you're worth it,
~ you're worth it -- yeah!
He stopped walking for a second and wrapped his arms around his stomach and closed his eyes, trying to make the feeling go away. - Just go away... leave... just for right now at least... -
~ Guess I'm wishin' my life away,
~ with these things I'll never say.
He continued on his way to his house, his arms still around his stomach. He reached it a few minutes later and entered, pulling the door shut behind him.
"Dad? I'm home," he said.
"There you are! What happened to you?" his dad asked, coming out of the kitchen wearing an apron.
"I.. uh... had to stop at a friends' house. Alex was sick, so..." he said, trying to figure a way out to maybe lead his dad to believe Alex was a guy.
"Dropping off homework doesn't take an entire afternoon!" Mr. Ryou said.
"Well, Alex's sister wasn't home, so I stayed a while... to make sure everything was okay," Bakura replied, cautiously.
"What's he got?" Mr. Ryou asked, going back into the kitchen, his son behind him.
"Um... I'm not sure. She has a fever of 102, though," he said without thinking.
"Oh, Alex is a /she/," Mr. Ryou said, turning back to Bakura, who struggled against a blush.
"Yeah," he said as though his dad should have known that. "She's new. She was expelled from her old school."
"Expelled? What'd she do?" he asked, surprised.
"Got into a fight. She punched a prep," he said, feeling slightly more comfortable around his dad.
"Ouch," Mr. Ryou said, wincing slightly. "Although, I bet the prep deserved it, right?"
"They always do," he said and they both laughed.
"So, what's Alex like?" Mr. Ryou asked, chopping up some carrots.
"Um... well, she's a punk, really," Bakura said.
"Oh, well, don't start picking up too many of her habits," his father joked, throwing the tops of the carrots away.
Bakura laughed. "I won't. She's pretty nice... uh... most of the time," he said, remembering when she had tried to punch the prep at Domino High.
"Sounds interesting," his father said. "Anything else?"
"Well, her parents are dead, so her sister takes care of her and her little brother," he said, deliberately leaving out the part about her witnessing her parents' deaths. "She can't stand her sister, but she's nice to David. Uh... that's her brother."
"I gathered that," Mr. Ryou laughed. "So, how long have you been friends?"
"A few days, I guess," Bakura said, thinking about it. "She started at Domino High about a week ago."
"And I'm only /just/ hearing about her?" Mr. Ryou joked and his son grinned.
"Well, when she first started, she didn't really like me."
His father raised his eyebrows. "/Really/? And now she does?"
"Dad!" Bakura laughed, knowing his father was kidding. "I think so. Sometimes it's hard to tell, though."
"Ah, the mysterious ways of the female mind," Mr. Ryou said, laughing with Bakura. "So, are you hungry, or did you eat there?"
"I only had a bowl of soup," Bakura said, remembering. "I could eat something else."
His father laughed. "Well, I'm making homemade vegetable soup. How convenient!"
Bakura laughed, feeling much more relaxed now that he was with his father. Ever since his mother and sister had died, they had become far closer.
They stood at the counter, son helping father with dinner. Just like they had many times before, and just like they would many times more.
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a/n: Okay, first thing, did the song fit? Everything except the line about "I wanna' see you go down -- on one knee." I know that one didn't really fit, but I think everything else did. Anyways, I wanted Bakura and his father to have a really good relationship. I like families like that. I also wanted it to be that way, 'cause Bakura's sister and mother are dead, I thought it would be good if the two guys got closer after that. Anyways, how are you liking my fic so far? Tell me in a review!! ^_^
Things I'll Never Say - Avril Lavigne
P.S. I'm new to the internet 'lingo,' so would someone please tell me what 'ne' means? And also, what's a Mary-Sue?? I'm very stupid and I don't catch on very well. Please, if anyone would be so kind as to tell me these things, I'd greatly appreciate it.
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Bakura sat on the couch, flipping through the channels. He wasn't paying attention to the TV, however. He couldn't get Alex out of his mind. He kept feeling the touch of her face on his hand. Every once in a while, he'd shake his hand to try to get rid of it, but it didn't work for very long.
He sighed, knowing he was doing the same thing Alex had been doing with the remote. He decided to stay on whichever channel it landed on when he stopped. He stopped pressing the button and a soap opera came on the screen. He quickly changed the channel with a disgusted expression. A commercial now. Well, that was nowhere near as bad as a soap opera.
Frustrated with himself, he shook his hand again. - Come /on/! - he thought to himself. - This is ridiculous. -
He stared at the TV, the stupid commercials not registering in his brain.
~ I'm tuggin' at my hair,
~ I'm pullin' at my clothes,
~ I'm tryin' to keep my cool,
~ I know it shows.
He got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, staring at it. He took a sip, trying to get rid of the butterfly feeling in his stomach.
~ I'm starin' at my feet,
~ my cheeks are turnin' red.
~ I'm searchin' for the words inside my head.
- What's wrong with me? - he asked, suddenly feeling his face burn for no apparent reason. He put a hand on his stomach as if that would calm it, and stared at his water.
~ I'm feelin' nervous,
~ tryin' to be so perfect,
~ 'cause I know you're worth it,
~ you're worth it... yeah.
Frustrated, he poured the water out and went back to the couch. He sat there for a few minutes, watching 'Cops.'
~ If I could say what I wanna' say,
~ I'd say I wanna' blow you -- away.
~ Be with you every night.
~ Am I squeezing you too tight?
~ If I could say what I wanna' see,
~ I wanna' see you go down -- on one knee.
~ Marry me today.
~ Guess I'm wishin' my life away,
~ with these things I'll never say.
Bakura checked his watch. 7:46. Only about fifteen minutes before Jade got home. He wanted to go home very badly. He suddenly felt out of place at her house. Or, maybe, he felt out of place because Alex wasn't with him.
~ It don't do me any good,
~ it's just a waste of time,
~ what use is it to you what's on my mind?
He was going to drive himself nuts if he kept this up. He tried to concentrate on Cops, but every five seconds he found himself checking his watch or looking towards the stairs.
~ If it ain't comin' out,
~ we're not goin' anywhere,
~ so why can't I just tell you that I care?
He snapped back into reality to find he was pacing. He never paced. He forced himself to sit back down.
~ 'Cause I'm feelin' nervous,
~ tryin' to be so perfect,
~ 'cause I know you're worth it,
~ you're worth it... yeah!
Finally, the front door opened and Jade and David walked through. He shut off the TV and stood up.
"Hi, Bakura," David greeted happily.
"Hi," he replied, feeling rather nervous, though he wasn't sure why.
"Thank you for staying," Jade said, hanging her jacket up. "How's Alex?"
"She's... upstairs asleep. She took two aspirin for her headache, just so you know," he said.
"All right. I won't bother her then. Thank you again, Bakura. Alex is lucky to have a friend like you," Jade said.
Bakura felt his face flush and he made his way to the front door to try to hide it. "Uh... thanks," he said. "I... I've got to go. Dad's expecting me home now," he lied.
"Right, see you later," Jade said with a smile. He gave her a weak one in return, then made a fast exit.
~ If I could say what I wanna' say,
~ I'd say I wanna' blow you -- away.
~ Be with you every night.
~ Am I squeezing you too tight?
~ If I could say what I wanna' see,
~ I wanna' see you go down -- on one knee.
~ Marry me today.
~ Guess I'm wishin' my life away,
~ with these things I'll never say.
Bakura walked down the dark street, a breeze blowing against his face. He was unaware of it, though. He only had one thing on his mind at the moment...
~ What's wrong,
~ with my tongue?
~ These words keep slipping away.
~ I stutter,
~ I stumble,
~ like I've got nothing to say.
He was driving himself insane. He kept trying to push thoughts out of his head... memories... but they wouldn't go. What was /wrong/ with him?
~ 'Cause I'm feelin' nervous,
~ tryin' to be so perfect,
~ 'cause I know you're worth it,
~ you're worth it -- yeah!
He stopped walking for a second and wrapped his arms around his stomach and closed his eyes, trying to make the feeling go away. - Just go away... leave... just for right now at least... -
~ Guess I'm wishin' my life away,
~ with these things I'll never say.
He continued on his way to his house, his arms still around his stomach. He reached it a few minutes later and entered, pulling the door shut behind him.
"Dad? I'm home," he said.
"There you are! What happened to you?" his dad asked, coming out of the kitchen wearing an apron.
"I.. uh... had to stop at a friends' house. Alex was sick, so..." he said, trying to figure a way out to maybe lead his dad to believe Alex was a guy.
"Dropping off homework doesn't take an entire afternoon!" Mr. Ryou said.
"Well, Alex's sister wasn't home, so I stayed a while... to make sure everything was okay," Bakura replied, cautiously.
"What's he got?" Mr. Ryou asked, going back into the kitchen, his son behind him.
"Um... I'm not sure. She has a fever of 102, though," he said without thinking.
"Oh, Alex is a /she/," Mr. Ryou said, turning back to Bakura, who struggled against a blush.
"Yeah," he said as though his dad should have known that. "She's new. She was expelled from her old school."
"Expelled? What'd she do?" he asked, surprised.
"Got into a fight. She punched a prep," he said, feeling slightly more comfortable around his dad.
"Ouch," Mr. Ryou said, wincing slightly. "Although, I bet the prep deserved it, right?"
"They always do," he said and they both laughed.
"So, what's Alex like?" Mr. Ryou asked, chopping up some carrots.
"Um... well, she's a punk, really," Bakura said.
"Oh, well, don't start picking up too many of her habits," his father joked, throwing the tops of the carrots away.
Bakura laughed. "I won't. She's pretty nice... uh... most of the time," he said, remembering when she had tried to punch the prep at Domino High.
"Sounds interesting," his father said. "Anything else?"
"Well, her parents are dead, so her sister takes care of her and her little brother," he said, deliberately leaving out the part about her witnessing her parents' deaths. "She can't stand her sister, but she's nice to David. Uh... that's her brother."
"I gathered that," Mr. Ryou laughed. "So, how long have you been friends?"
"A few days, I guess," Bakura said, thinking about it. "She started at Domino High about a week ago."
"And I'm only /just/ hearing about her?" Mr. Ryou joked and his son grinned.
"Well, when she first started, she didn't really like me."
His father raised his eyebrows. "/Really/? And now she does?"
"Dad!" Bakura laughed, knowing his father was kidding. "I think so. Sometimes it's hard to tell, though."
"Ah, the mysterious ways of the female mind," Mr. Ryou said, laughing with Bakura. "So, are you hungry, or did you eat there?"
"I only had a bowl of soup," Bakura said, remembering. "I could eat something else."
His father laughed. "Well, I'm making homemade vegetable soup. How convenient!"
Bakura laughed, feeling much more relaxed now that he was with his father. Ever since his mother and sister had died, they had become far closer.
They stood at the counter, son helping father with dinner. Just like they had many times before, and just like they would many times more.
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a/n: Okay, first thing, did the song fit? Everything except the line about "I wanna' see you go down -- on one knee." I know that one didn't really fit, but I think everything else did. Anyways, I wanted Bakura and his father to have a really good relationship. I like families like that. I also wanted it to be that way, 'cause Bakura's sister and mother are dead, I thought it would be good if the two guys got closer after that. Anyways, how are you liking my fic so far? Tell me in a review!! ^_^
Things I'll Never Say - Avril Lavigne