Gomen minna-san! bows down rapidly until head hits the floor and is passed out Itai.......anyways, I was very busy during the weekend, I really was! I had prom on Friday night (was a total blast!) and I had a tutor today, and I still have to do homework since I was pretty much out of it on Saturday night. . Anyways, I thank you all for reviewing my story and being patient! I think I will update a story every week, I'm very sorry if it's not enough but I don't think I can type up two chapters that quickly, not with my schedule. Anyways, the thanks!
Dreigon: Thank you! Yes, a piano playing Bakura is very is pretty cool!
DreamingChild: gulps um...I'll make Bakura be nice! wail Anyways, yes, smoking is a horrible habit and although I hate it, it brings a lot of character to the well...character. It's just something I can visualize Bakura doing, and plus, yes swirling smoke! Mwaha, marvel at it! bows thank you! I didn't know I had a writing style...uh...well I guess I do! I always wanted to incorporate the piano into a story, but it's actually quite hard to do...I dunno, I play the piano, and although you play it, it's so hard to describe the way you play it...ack...I still suck at explaining it now! Anyways, thank you!
Scarlet Oasis: Having Ryou sing? That's not a bad idea now is it? I think I can fit that in somewhere...as for Ryou hating Bakura forever and ever? Yes, it will be an obstacle, but they will over come it! I will make sure! puts on victory pose ahem yes, anyways, I'm going to have something change that situation soon, what will that be? Have no clue...hehe...anyways; thank you very much for loving this chapter! glomps you are very, very, very kind!
Osiris Lee: I know it was short, sorry about that, I'll try to make this chapter longer!
Occi: Yes, Bakura is filthy rich, no need to worry about that. Yeah, poor Ryou...sigh what I do to that poor kid...
Jou: OO...three reviews! Jeesh...anyways, Mwaha! laughs at make up faced Arkana, Umbra, Lumus, Strings, and Rishid haha...sigh and wipes away tears that was funny, anyways, thank you!
Repmet: Thank you!
December Jewel: I know, poor Ryou, but thing will get better for him!
NeoChaosCrystal: whacks Bakura on the head as well I know, he deserves it, but you don't know his side of the story yet, so just wait and see, maybe you'll pity him!
Inverse-chan: Thank you!
Once more gomen ne minna-san but like I said, busy life. Anyways, I'll try to update as much as possible, but really do think it will be only one fic per week. Sorry if you don't like the idea, but I can only do so much. Anyways, yes Bakura was being a mean person in the previous chapter, but I'm going to put in some more insight about him, I'll slowly (very slowly, and cryptically [just for you Scarlet Oasis]) reveal his past, but it won't be pretty...I mean how else could he be a drug lord?! I'm also going to reveal more about his line of work...and anyone want to know what kind of business Ryou's father was doing for Bakura? If you do, tell me and I'll add it, I wasn't planning to.
Warning: Yaoi between Bakura and Ryou, blood, death, drug use, swearing, all that wonderful stuff...go away kiddies if you don't like it!
Jagged locks of silvery hair fell down in streams as they glinted in the light, the harsh artificial brightness doubling the shimmer. Dark sunglasses covered sharp garnet eyes as they too held a certain gleam in the light, a cigarette hanging from his lips. Sleek form fitting clothes draped around his body, enhancing the slim figure yet brining out the toned muscles. A soft leather jacket lifted at the elbows, revealing a silver of pale skin at the wrists as his hands were buried in his pockets. His shoes made a quiet click against the stone floor as he made his way to a sleek sports car. Sliding in he waited for the one other figure to join him before he turned on the engine and waited for the garage door to slide open. Once the bright sunlight spilled in the darkened room he jammed his foot hard on the pedal and with a feral growl from the car he ripped away into the bright light.
He twisted in and out of traffic, ignoring the honks and screams of the drivers. He ignored them and calmly brought one hand to his mouth where the cigarette still hung and nonchalantly let the ashes drop out of the window all the while as he drove in a suicidal 95mph. Harshly turning the wheel so they turned a sharp corner his companion just quietly filed her nails, not even staring out at the street that blurred by so fast all that was visible was merged colors. After many sudden twists and turns and breaking the speed limit they were brought to a halt in front of a large mansion. Both people left the car and walked up to the elaborate and ostentatious building.
"Waste of money if I do say so myself."
"You know Crawford likes to spread his wealth in many ways."
"Does that include his freakiness? They guy is a total fairy and nuts! He thinks he can raise dead souls! Dead souls my ass, what's he one anyways?"
"Possibly the stuff he buys from you?"
"Could be...or he's a nutcase..."
"What are you complaining about? He's one of your best customers."
"Doesn't mean I have to like him."
With a roll of her large violet eyes his female companion just shifted her mini skirt and knocked at the wooden door. They didn't wait long, only a couple of seconds before a smiling maid with large blue eyes led them in, nodding at their familiar faces.
"Pegasus-san was waiting for you Bakura-sama, he's in the parlor."
The brunette led them to the extragavent parlor where a tall man dressed in a red suit waited for them, long smooth silver hair hiding half his face as the one eye visible gleamed with anticipation. He rose and with an eager smile on his face he welcomed them in a smooth voice.
"Welcome, welcome! It's good to see you both back again, business doing good Bakura-san?"
"Booming"
He replied in a cold careless tone. Garnet eyes were still hidden and the smooth face showed no emotion. He seemed so indifferent but by now Pegasus was used to it, although it still unnerved him to see only the black of the sunglasses staring at him. He sat down and gestured for both to do the same. As the maid returned with a tray of drinks Pegasus filled the room with his own chatter as Bakura sat at the chair, drink untouched.
"How about we get to business Bakura-san, what do you have for me today?"
The scantily dressed blonde took out from her small backpack a bag. She laid it in front of him and slowly fixed him with her hard stare. Her perfectly manicured hands folded and waiting. Smiling Pegasus opened the bag and took out packets, some filled with white powders, other a variety of colorful pills. He carefully counted and after rechecking it twice he seemed satisfied. He signaled for the maid again and she brought to him a brief case. He presented it to Bakura who opened it and with experienced fingers counted and stacked on the table. Handing them to Mai, who checked once more and piled into her backpack, he rose and with a curt nod he left. Mai followed aware that the man's eyes were fixed upon her legs and ass. Behind her back she quickly flipped him the finger before disappearing out the door. Pegasus just shrugged and with glee began to quickly open a cocktail of many pills.
Back on the road in a speed that threatened to ensure an accident Mai spoke again.
"They guy's a pervert and nutcase...why do you still deal him?"
"He pays well and in cash."
"You only accept cash."
"So?"
Mai shrugged and relaxed at her seat, watching with a casual air as Bakura executed a perfect three point turn. His pale fingers embraced the wheel in a casual hold, eyes behind glasses trained on the road and nothing more. Bakura always held an intense gaze at whatever he concentrated on, that was what unnerved most people. They didn't like his gaze; they didn't like the intensity of it. Something about it was intimidating and those who stared back at him often found themselves turning away. Mai turned back to filing her manicured nails.
"So where's the kid?"
"Who?"
"You know who Bakura, where is he?"
"Where do you think?"
"What, not working for us?"
"No."
Mai noticed that there was a tense note in his voice and a sudden tightening of the wheel. She glanced up to see that his jaw was now clenched shut and the small muscles in his face could be seen.
"Why not?'
"You know why not, I'm not letting another kid like him be dragged into a hell hole like this...not if I can help it."
"Just asking, cool it"
"I'm giving him a choice I never had, I'm not letting something like this mess up his life, one's enough."
A small snarl escaped his lips and Mai looked up again to see that Bakura was now a step away from tearing the wheel off.
"Down boy."
She went back to filing her nails, but when she spoke again Bakura's grip on the wheel slacked a bit.
"If he doesn't want to, he's not joining, simple. Plus, I was just curious that's all. You know, he's a strange kid...sweet and cute, but definatly strange."
"I'll agree on that...damn baka too oblivious to everything around him..."
"Talking about you or him?"
"Him!"
"Gods, I'm just joking! Calm down! He's not you!"
Throwing a glare to her Bakura faced the road again and felt his left eye twitch. It was going to be a long day...
Ryou quietly sat at the bed, dressed in clothes laid out for him. He slowly turned the pages of the book he had taken from the other side of the room. He was actually quite entertained for awhile, doing nothing else but reading to his heart's content. Bakura it seemed had a quite broad taste in books and had anything and everything. Some time during the afternoon a tall brunette brought him some lunch and after staring at him from cold calculating eyes he gave Ryou a small smile before leaving with a nod of the head. As he sat now, reading Bakura's words kept on echoing in his mind. Was he really that ignorant? After all, it was only his wishes to remember his father as the man who cared and loved him. With a small forlorn sigh he laid his head on the pillows again and let a small tear escape him, he missed his father...he wanted to go back home, be in his bed, be at school with his friends, do nothing else but what he knew to be hid old life. It seemed to cold here, so dangerous, so heart wrenching. Bakura was mystery in a mystery, one minute, cryptic, intelligent, almost admirable, then the next a raging man full of anger and hate.
He was startled when the door opened again and in stepped Bakura, hair tied back in a pony tail as dark sunglasses hung on his nose, a cigarette still on his lips. Draped over one arm was a coat, which was thrown at the armchair. Bakura slowly went to his closet and rummaged, unaware of the other occupant of the room. Slipping off the turtle neck he slipped into a loose button up shirt, letting it hang open. He fell to the closet chair and let one hand hold the smoldering smoke stick, the other massaging his temples. Ryou saw his father do that often when he was stressed or tired. Bakura seemed like he was experiencing both as the silver brows quirked in pain and the eyes were shut.
"Are you feeling alright?'
Startled Bakura jumped and met a soft shy gaze of large hazelnut eyes. Grimacing as his head pounded in protest he just waved a dismal hand but stopped when even that caused his head to double in intensity. Opening one eye, he beckoned the other to come to him.
"Do me a favor and massage my neck...damn no good stress giving me a migraine."
Timidly Ryou crept over to the man and perched behind the chair, hesitantly letting his hands rest on the pony tail first before loosening it. He parted the hair and let his hands loosen the tensed muscles at the base of his neck. He didn't know why he was doing it, but he felt like he should obey Bakura's orders. He noticed how tense Bakura did look. Dark circles carefully hidden by the kohl that edged his eyes were just barely visible, hand that held the cigarette slightly shook periodically as if he didn't intend it, and the muscles he massaged her tense and hard. After much loosening and massaging Ryou managed to get the man to relax slightly. Bakura blearily stared at Ryou, studying him even thought he seemed to be half asleep.
"Thanks"
Nodding a response Ryou stared back at him, noting the look of bone deep weariness in the other's eyes. He slowly reached for a brush and began to bring it down to Bakura's head, brushing the jagged strands of silvery hair. Bakura stared up at Ryou with wide eyes, not sure why the younger boy was doing it.
"You need to sleep more...Bakura-sama"
"I don't sleep...at least not often."
"May I ask why Bakura-sama?"
"I suffer from what I call insomnia, but it's really just too much thinking that keeps me up."
Ryou just smoothed the final renegade strands before setting the brush down again. He himself was starting to feel tired and walking to the bed he lay down. Staring at Bakura he softly stared at him before speaking in a quiet tone.
"If you find escape from your insomnia I do not mean to take over your bed, but however, until then?"
With a dismal wave of the hand he just shushed the boy and told him to fall asleep. Complying to the older man's orders Bakura waited to make sure he was asleep before smiling in the dark.
"You don't know half the reason why I don't sleep Ryou..."
Okay, yeah so it was boring, but hey! I updated! That's all I could think off...and yeah it's random and useless. So I'll try to update soon, and until then please read and review! Thank you minna-san for reviewing and reading! Ja ne!
