Draga: Hello, folks! I was formerly (and am still usually) known as Fae, just so you know. Draga is now going to be the name that I use when writing songfics. I hope you enjoy; I'm gonna try and write this all in one sitting.

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

If it meant being able to touch you; embrace you, caress your face, I'd give it all up. I'd give away forever if I could, if I could only touch you. I know you would feel it; you're very perceptive like that. You look up at me with your chocolate eyes.

"Yami (Bakura; they are at Ryou's house, so Ryou calls him 'yami')? Are you all right? You look distant," you say to me, concern tingeing your voice. I smirk slightly, at how oblivious you are.

"I'm fine, Ryou. It's getting late; you should go get into bed." You nod at me, smiling, your russet eyes sparkling. You wander off into your room, and I know that you'll be asleep soon.

About ten minutes later, I go in to check on you. You've got such a peaceful look on your face; it takes all my willpower not to lie down and sleep next to you. I can't stop myself from sitting lightly beside you, however.

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

I realize that I'll never be this close to you while you are awake, and this saddens me slightly. I smile wistfully; you're the only heaven I've got. I don't want to leave yet; but I know I should head off to bed soon. I don't want to; I'd much rather stay here, frozen in this moment with you.

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life

I can't resist; I lean downward, closer and closer to your face. I pause for a moment, looking at you. I finally close the rest of the gap, placing a soft, innocent kiss on your lips that no one would expect me to possess. I pull away, so that I'm only inches from your face. You taste so... innocent, I realize, licking my lips. Yes, I know this can't be classified as a taste, but it's true. I take a deep breath, breathing in your scent. You smell like life, and timidity. It's amazing; I had never noticed before. I smile at you; you're pouting now.

'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

I sigh and stand up slowly, so that I don't disturb you. I tell myself to stop. I'm just torturing myself, and it can't be good for me. I walk slowly over to the doorway, stopping once more to turn and look at you. I smile sadly; my self-torture session is over. I just... I don't want to miss you tonight. And, as I return to my cold, dark, unwelcoming room, I realize that I'll always miss you, because you don't see me as I see you.

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

"Bakura? Are you going to come to the mall with us today?" you inquire, as you do every time you and your friends are going somewhere.

"No," I respond, not looking up from my book. I can tell that you're pouting again. I sigh, and tear my eyes away from the page.

"You know that they wouldn't understand me. I've faced enough rejection in my life; I don't need more now," I tell you. You sigh now, and turn to leave.

"I know. If you change your mind, we'll be there, though." With that, you leave, and I look sadly back down at my book.

When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

About three hours later, I hear a car outside. I go to the window and look; it's you and your friends. I see you and Yugi get out. I don't know why he got out as well. I notice something; your hands are locked. I pale, and I see you exchange goodbyes with him. When I think that you're finally going to come inside, you turn around toward him, and lean in. You give him a chaste, innocent kiss on the lips, and pull away, smiling at him. I turn away and walk into my room; I don't want to see you right now.



And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies

I feel my eyes water, yet no tears fall. I think I may have forgotten how to cry after all these years. I wouldn't doubt it. I hear the door close; I blink away my unshed tears to clear my eyes. My vision won't clear, however.

"Bakura?" you call from the foyer. "I'm home! I have great news to tell you!" You come into my room, and smile at me. "Guess what?"

I already know, but I fake-smile back and play dumb. "What?"

"Yugi asked me out tonight! I'm so happy; we have a date Friday night," you tell me enthusiastically. My fake-smile widens.

"I'm happy for you!" I tell you, and think 'But completely hateful of myself.' Your smile widens as well.

"Thanks, Bakura. I'm going to head off to bed; good night." You wait for a response, but I don't give you one. You turn and leave, and I shut my door behind you.

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

I sigh again. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. This reminds me of a movie you made me watch once; I can't remember the name of it, though. I had no interest in it then. If only I could remember how the problem was solved...

I walk across my room and sit on my bed. I feel completely numb; I can't tell if I'm alive or not. I lift two fingers to my neck to check for a pulse, but I'm too numb and too depressed to feel one. I pull my fingers away, an idea popping into my sadistic mind. I reach under my bed and pull out one of my knives. I'm thankful it was a sharp one, and I raise it to the light to see it better.

The silver-white metal feels cool to the touch, and the edge shines almost malevolently. I bring it down to my arm. I make a clean slice across the top of my arm; I wouldn't cut my wrist. I see the red, life-sustaining substance and wonder why I can't feel it. Why I can't feel the pain that should be there. But, it continues to flow, which assures me that I am indeed alive. I place the knife down and lie back on my bed.

When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I suppose everything is made to be broken; everything, including hearts. Mine isn't just broken, however; it's shattered. You don't know who I am, you never have, and you never will. I contemplate leaving the world of the living right now; it would make life for everyone else so much easier. I nod, and pick up the blade again. I bring it down to rest on my wrist; I don't push down yet. I don't feel the trickle of blood down my arm from my previous cut. I take a deep breath, and-

Draga: -And I'm going to stop right here! I love cliffies. Please review!