A/N: Hey guys I'm back again! I've finally entered college and finished up with my first full year. I'm not going to lie, it's been pretty hectic settling in and getting into the flow of things. I think I'm finally getting the flow of it though. I'll be honest, for the longest, I've been in an absolute writing slump; it even got to the point where I thought I'd give up writing for good. But then I realized how impossible that was for me and how much I rely on it. I'm so sorry for always making you wait for new updates and the like. I went through all the reviews on each of my stories and realized that I've come a long way to even have thought of giving it up. Each and every one of you has been a great inspiration and simply just awesome in your own way. Really, you guys are amazing. I just wanted to thank you for the support and for taking the time out to just read my stories. Anyway, I know it's been awhile so this update probably won't be as long here it is! The next installment of "Maps"!
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing of Yugi-Oh, they belong to Kazuki Takahashi. I also do not own the inspiration song "Maps" by Maroon 5.
WARNING: THIS IS A YAOI/ SHOUNEN AI FANFIC. IF YOU DON'T LIKE YOU HAVE BEEN FOREWARNED
He had finally managed to go back to bed after thirty agonizing minutes of staring at the ceiling, recalling the ominous nightmare that woke him at such an ungodly hour. Sadly for him, he hadn't been able to make the most out of the remaining short slumber.
Last night had probably been the crappiest he's had yet. It seems that ever since the younger boy left him, he's been constantly plagued by nightmares. What a life…
The screeching demon- more formally known as an alarm clock- drug him out of his two hour attempt to rest, after the prior incident. Unfortunately for the poor machine, Bakura didn't have the patience nor the temper to properly silence it. This is why the various broken mechanical parts of the late machine lay atop the carpet at the farthest corner of his room. Dark eyes barely skimmed the scattered pieces before the realization of needing to buy a new one- yet again- came to light. With an aggravated, groggy sigh, he left the room without so much of an apology or even a burial for the poor, deceased clock.
The apartment was still dark. Even the sun had deemed it the type of day to continue to rest for awhile longer- something Bakura felt was a silent mocking to his poor night of sleep. After stumbling into the small kitchen space in his apartment, albino hands quickly went to work loudly snatching up various pots and pans.
Given a few moments, Bakura had successfully managed to start boiling a small pot of coffee on the stove, along with some eggs and leftover steak grilling just to the side. He grumbled incoherently as his eyes stared at the metal cookware before slowly registering the rest of his living space. Dark brown eyes finally scanned between a seat of the island located in the kitchen and the bathroom. The decision of sitting down to rest just awhile longer or actually to start preparing for the day had to be made…
An irritated sigh passed between his lips as he lightly stomped his way to the bathroom. Preparing for the day had won over resting- stupid responsibilities. Why hadn't he just continued earning his wages the way he was rightfully meant to? Darkened eyes quickly darted to the living room to gaze, for a moment, upon a single torn photograph located within it.
Right… That was why…
The lean albino stalked into the bathroom to finally prepare…
Only to have to rush oh-so gracefully out of said room twenty-five minutes later, dripping wet and clad in only a poorly tied towel. Why? It was all thanks to that bloody smoke alarm going off. Bakura had left the pot and pans on the stove- at high heat-managing to evaporate his coffee and burn not only the coffee pot, but the breakfast that he intended to eat, to crisps.
Quickly he went to work, turning off the stove flames and opening as many windows as he could in order to air out the smoky living space. This had to be at least the fifth time- give or take- in a span of three weeks that he had done this. It was somewhat of a surprise how the normally capable Bakura hadn't managed to burn his apartment down… yet.
Once again, he growled angrily, into his hands as his body slowly turned itself to face the living room and ultimately, the aforementioned photograph hidden in there.
He set it with a deadly stare as he hissed out, "This is ALL YOUR fault…" before stalking off to finish preparing for this already messed up morning to this more than likely hellish day awaiting him.
It should have been so simple, so… Just why couldn't he peacefully move forward- without all these blunders- already?
A/N: And that's a wrap for this update. It wasn't much (sorry it's so short!), but it's something at least. I'll try to come up with more soon, hopefully. Again sorry for the long waits… And thank you for reading and being just plain awesome. So how was it? Good? Bad? In between? Please R&R and I'll see you in the next installment.