Hello hello my wonderful fans! lol jk.. anyways... this here is YAMI BAKURA but you know i don't really want to waste any time or space typing YAMI.. ok so well.. just hope you enjoy the fic no matter how boring this is.. lol..
Chapter 1: Curiosity
Bakura entered his grand mansion, expecting a big hug from the most beautiful creature he had ever had in his posession. But then old memories came to plague him, and also remind him of the damage he had caused... only three weeks ago.. but why did it seem so long?...
Flashback
It began when he decided to take a walk around the city. Marik had badly pissed him off with his arrogant humor, and he couldn't take his shit anymore. And his Yami was just as bad.. He gave a (--) expression.
[Why is this so fucked up.. ] he thought, watching his silver locks run throught he wind.
He must have been so caught up in his thoughts, because before he knew it, he was on the ground rubbing his head. When his mind had returned to it's normal state, he realized that there was another figure in front of him. Bakura was ready to fume, but realized it was a woman, so he held it in. But he didn't understand. She looked just like him... maybe at least 15 or 16... and for a bit, he was mesmerized by the way her hair flowed freely around her face. The only difference was her eyes. They were a gray-brown mix... and she had such a happy vibe to her expressions.
[Odd.. I've never seen such.. beautiful--SMACK! Shut up Bakura! Argh.. ]
"Sorry.. " the girl replied rather afraid. Probably because of the natural scowl Bakura had planted on his face. He just stood up, then held his hand out to help her up which she gladly took.
"It was my fault." he replied with no life in his voice. With that, he walked away, leaving behind what he knew could have been something. He really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now. He looked back at the silver haired beauty and watched her take a turn into a familiar alley that he only took when he was desperate to get home. Only the most feared gangs hid out in that alley, and for some damn reason he was concerned for her safety.. and why she was going that way. He decided to follow.. NOT STALK.. follow.. heh.
Girl's POV
She had just decided to take a walk around the city. She was supposed to meet her guy friend, Yami in some weird ass alley. But she wanted to stall because she didn't seem him anywhere, and maybe she would just waste time until he did show up. Her thoughts broke when she ran into a figure. Before she knew it she was on the ground rubbing her forhead. When she came back to her senses, her body froze. From fear, because of the way he was staring at her.. and maybe a bit of desire. She was freaked out though. The guy she was staring at looked just like her.. and maybe about 18-ish. The only difference was his eyes. They were a dark brown, almost black. She came back to her sense once more and apologized wearily.
"Sorry.." She said looking down. She noticed a hand held out, specifically to help her up. She took it, and in that moment before standing up, she felt it... something strange, like a connection. But she brushed it off as she felt a strong force pull her up. Her small 5' 2" (short.. but oh so cute!) frame stood before his towering 5' 10" figure. For another moment, she felt another connection. This time she let it go on her own.
"It was my fault." he said. Then he quickly turned and left. Her eyes lingered on his flawless figure.. black sleevless shirt and jeans... and how nice his arms were... ooh.. drool
[Would you quit it already! Dayum.. just because you're infatuated with him.. ugh.]
She did the same and quickly turned, afraid he might catch her staring. She didn't feel his eyes on her as she turned into an unfamiliar alley that Yami had told her to meet him in. And she definetly didn't notice that she had a follower.
a/n: well that was short.. oh well.. more later!! hah! R/R please! be nice!
