A/N: Ok you guys, I am now a university student (Waits for cheers/boos to calm down) and that means that… yep, holy fuck, my creativity just flew by someone over there and sqee'd its way to infinity and beyond. Basically saying, my brain has no time to brain anymore, except in terms of Science. So, if there are fewer updates from me, that is part of the reason.

The other part of the reason is that Life has decided to force me into society. Yes, thanks life, now fuck off. So I am occupied with all manner of social pleasantries, after which I have to lock myself in my room and wait for my heart to stop screaming.

…Anyway. I enjoy writing this. You enjoy reading it. Let's form a coalition, shall we? ONWARDS TO THE NEXT CHAPTER OF… DIDN'T I JUST SAY NO!

By the time I had dragged my bone-weary, tired corpse through my front door, I was ready to punch something. Except that I was also ready to collapse. Or break down crying. Maybe all three.

That motherfucker of a thief had tried to follow me home. Me! My gritted teeth made an unpleasant crk-rk-rk noise, but I ignored it, dumping my bag in the middle of our orange-and-white kitchen floor and heading to the fridge. Man, how the actual fuck was I supposed to deal with this guy? Or the cheat? Or the legion'f fangirls out there baying for my blood?

"They can all just screw themselves, they get along well enough," I muttered under my breath. Mom had left me a bowl of stew, with carefully written out instructions explaining how to heat it up in the microwave, with the bit about not leaving the metal spoon in underlined, highlighted and exclamation-marked 5 times (I don't give two shits whether it's a word or not, quit fucking judging me.) There was a little post-it stuck to the fridge shelf, too:

Eat it all, honey! Daddy and I will be home early tomorrow. Tell your brother that he'd better do his homework and to have an early night!

-Love Mommy

Aww, why did it hav'ta be me who told that lazy-ass pile of junk what to do? Ran my inner monologue, as I prepped my food for consumption by following the aforementioned guidelines. Couldn't life just give me a break for once?

Welp, you'll be unsurprised to hear the gleeful screams of Life, even if I couldn't at the time, and Life did cry: "AW HELL NAE!"

Well fuck you too Life.

"Knock Knock."

"Fuck off ya little nerd," came the muffled reply. I sighed, hitched my schoolbag back up my shoulder, grasped the sticky doorhandle and entered the Man-Cave – or as I liked to call it, the Damn-Cave.

"Mom told me ta tell you to knock off the computer games early and do your homework," I droned. In the darkened room, the harsh flashing light of the screen, coupled with the nauseating stench of Boy made me want to throw up the food in my overstuffed gut. The pale, gross grub on the floor didn't even look my way as he angrily smashed buttons on his controller, tilting in whatever direction he was aiming, then growling and throwing it to the floor in a fit of rage. "DAMN!" Finally, he turned to glower at me, snarling. "You fucked up my game, ya whore."

And y'all wonder why I hate doing this.

"Have you done your homework yet." It never was a question with him. He never did it anyways.

He glared at me. "I thought I told you to fuck off. Get out my room, nerd."

"Geek," I retorted, glaring back. "Man, you should think about tidying up in here, too. Mom and I won't do it for you anymore." I covered my nose with my sleeve, to keep the smell out as much as keeping the contents of my stomach in. "This place is like a sewer."

"I'll clean my room when you get a boyfriend who isn't a whore." He smirked as I winced. That little shit never stopped bringing it up, every time, just to watch me squirm. "Like that's ever gonna happen."

"Mai's cheating on you too, you know," I mutter, backing away and slamming the door just as he jumped up to wring my stupid neck.

"You slut, you take that back!" I darted into my room, locking the door, slumping against it and pressing my hands against my mouth. I could feel the bile rising in my throat. The door shook with the force of his fists, his feet. "Come out and face me, you filthy, stinkin' bitch!"

Please God, don't let anything else happen to me today. Another slam, and the useless rattling of the doorhandle do nothing to improve my upset stomach. I swear to Jesus, if anything else happens to me today then I'm gonna –

My useless turd of a brother gave up, yelling a few more insults through the door just so that I knew this fight wasn't over. He'd probably steal my textbooks again and rip 'em up. Or my copybooks. So far he hadn't found my diary, partly because I didn't have one. That was a small mercy, at least…

"Uuugh." My poor, knotted intestines. I havta think of somethin' else, not food, I knew, not school, somethin' that wouldn't make me wanta projectile vomit over my brother's corpse…

Something started buzzing in my pocket.

I shoved my hand into it and tugged out… my cell? The numbers were blurred, but I still knew that this wasn't Mom or Dad, and they'd be the only ones who would make any sort of, y'know, voice contact shit with me… So then I was thinking, who the hell in their right mind would wanta call me this late in the evening?

(I can hear y'all screaming in the background. Don't rush me.)

Well, I guessed there was only one way to find out…

I slid the lil green fucker of an answer button along the screen with my sweaty thumb, propped my elbow on me knee and shoved that thing to my ear. "Who's this."

"Guess who," purred a disgustingly familiar voice. My eyeballs literally popped outa my head and back again. My stomach churned. And I was lucky that my door was close to the bathroom, because I ended up scrambling on my hands and knees to make an offering to the sweet porcelain. I heard the fucker laugh in my head.

As soon as I had bleurgh'd up my offering I snatched the phone from where I had dropped it on the floor, wiped my mouth with toilet paper, and began to vent as though I had never vented before.

"GO SCREW YOURSELF AND DIE IN A HOLE! How did you even get this number anyway, you piece a' trash!?" I added. Bakura's always bin a sly one, and if he'd been doing illegal shit to get in contact with me… welp. I'd drop a lawsuit and a restraining order on that smug little face of his like it was crap raining down from the Gods.

"That's not very nice." I could hear the pout in his voice, the douchebag. As if he was actually upset. I doubted that he even had feelings. "Especially since I went to all this trouble to even find your number in the first place."

"Oh yeah? Then answer my question, whoreson: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET THIS NUMBER." I. Was. Fuming. I was a volcano ready to cover Pompeii. I was an ocean of lava, prepared to heartlessly swallow his corpse and send it into an abyss of pain. Bakura, however, didn't seem to catch my mood, since all he did was give an annoying little "Hmph" and rustle in the background. "Simple, really, I looked it up on your Farcebook page."

"I'm not on Farcebook. If you're gonna lie, do it properly, twerp." He laughed, and my stomach coiled up and writhed uncomfortably again. Uuugh. What horrible, heinous acts had I performed in a past life to deserve this? "Goodbye and good riddance."

"Wai – " I pressed the red button, dropped the phone on the tiles, and wearily fell back beside the toilet to hork up some more food. Hah, all that dinner, goin' to waste…

My phone buzzed angrily several times. I ignored it. I mean, what else could I do? Oh, right, thanks.

I picked it up, pressed the power button, and turned it off before throwing it onto my bed. The bag I'd bin carrying glowered at me from the door. Welp. Might as well make a start on something before I go nuts.

I flushed the toilet, washed my face and hands at the faucet, scrubbed my teeth until I couldn't taste the bile anymore. But I still couldn't get rid of the nagging, horrible paranoia that was eating me alive. What did Bakura call me for? What'd he wanna say? How'd he get my cell number?

And how the fuck was I meant to deal with all this shit?