Author's Notes:
I literally just wrote this, so cut me some slack. Personally, I don't think this one it that good, but there are a lot of these stories that I write that I don't like that others do, then there are stories that I try really hard to write well, and no one likes them.
Well, this is Everybody's Fool by Evanescence, and my only warning is that this chapter does have Anzu bashing, so be warned.
Everybody's Fool
I hate famous people. Everyone wants to be with them or like them. I don't see why, I mean what good have they ever done for me? Not to sound rude or anything, but they don't care about me, so why should I idolize someone who doesn't give a damn about my existence. And now, let's think about it, why are these famous people so famous? Is it because they are good actors and actresses? If that's the case then my fake smile that everyone seems to believe should make me millions. Is it because they can sing? Even of they can, most of the current music is auto-tuned bull crap. Is it because they are artistic? Well join the club. Even the smart ones...I'm a straight A student and I haven't seen a penny in my hand. An athlete...well there are millions.
Do you want to know why these people are so famous; why we spend tons and tons of money on them; why we value them so much? It's because we believe that they are perfect, that they are the reincarnations of gods who have come down to rain down their heavenly gifts on us.
I don't buy any of that, I know who the reincarnations are, and no, it's not Lady Gaga or Katy Perry, hell it's not even The Wanted or Gotye. I am a reincarnation, and so are my so called friends. They barely know me.
However, the time to complain about friends and family will come up later, maybe. Right now, it's those Ra damned cheerleaders. Yes I mean those perky things that jump up and down going, "yay yay yay! Go team!" See they think they are better than us; they even shun the fútball or soccer team at our school. I hate them both.
Recently, I guess the cheerleaders have decided to go after my so called friends, making extra fun of me because of my feminine appearance. That, and the fact that I am silent, I have white hair, I'm pale, I'm smart, I'm artistic, anything that they can use against be they do. Well, anything and everything they know about me that is, and trust me, that's not much. Do you want to know what I do during all of this? I sit back and smile, I act as though there is nothing wrong, I listen and take what they give me, and I thank them.
No one notices how once they are gone the cheeriness falls from my face. They don't see the evident pain written across my face, or at least I see the pain. When I sit by myself or I read in a corner, they don't see me trying to hide my tears. I bet they don't even see the scars on my body, or if they do, then they just dismiss it as what Bakura did.
Oh, did I forget to mention, Bakura's back along with the other yamis. He's actually the one who introduced me to cutting myself. It's a bit more comforting then you think. He'll even sit with me and cut himself along with me, it's quite relaxing, just watching the blood poor down my arm, it's beautiful.
I guess I should now explain the fact that Bakura is a hell of a lot more caring now that Zorc isn't dwelling inside of him. He actually cares about me, and he talks to me, to an extent. He comforts me, and I comfort him. We have the same mental disorder, but I guess that's getting a bit off subject.
Right now, I am trying to walk, and I do mean trying. I got nailed in the nuts by one of the cheerleaders. Then when the teacher came, some of the cheerleaders used make up to make it look like I had hit her. Well the teacher must be an idiot because what person thinks I would hit another person, much less a girl. I was raised with manners. So much for that.
Well I should explain where I'm going. The principal's office, if it wasn't obvious to you before.
Damn female teacher doesn't know how much it hurts to be nailed in the nuts. Now, even if I wanted to, I can't reproduce, because of that kick...and the fact she completely turned me off to women, so did Anzu, but I'll get to her in a moment.
Heh, speaking of the devil actually, I guess the topic of Anzu will come up a bit sooner than expected.
Now, as everyone used to know, Anzu was the sweetest person in the world. She was supportive of Yugi and Yami as best friends, but when they took their relationship a bit further, well she was not happy. She left, she became a cheerleader, and she started to belittle Yugi that is until Yami threatened her with a Shadow Game. That shut her up, and she turned to be.
"Oof. Shit!" She tripped me, and I hit the floor hard. It hurts, and the teacher is just glaring at me like it's my fault. Well, someone's a bit of a bitch, I mean look at the foul language these people are making me use.
"Get up!" The teacher hisses.
I try, but I feel my ankle crunch beneath me, and I fall back on my behind, clutching my left leg to me, and trying to rub the are currently searing in pain.
The teacher sighs, "We're going to have to call someone to pick you up, Anzu, help him to the office."
Anzu walks over to me, and yanks me to my feet. She then proceeds to help me to the office, kicking my pained ankle every now and them just to add to the searing. You know, by the end of the day, I'll end up doing something either suicidal or homicidal.
Once we arrive at the principal's office (because I'm not injured), they proceed to call my father. Big mistake, all they got was an, "I'm busy." And then they turn to me, and I tell them to call home, while Anzu just hovers around in the background. Die Anzu, die!
So, now Bakura has to come and pick me up from school for bad behavior and take me to the hospital. Smashing...
Anzu hugs me, "Feel better Ry-Ry," She says tapping my nose and kissing me on the cheek. The principal coos at Anzu, and tells Anzu that she can stay with her "boyfriend" until Bakura comes to pick me up. Anzu just wraps her arms around me in a fake loving way, and kicks my ankle again, harshly whispering, "Smile!" I do as she says.
The wait is agonizing for both Anzu and I. She keeps touching me, and kissing me, and kicking my ankle. I already know she doesn't love me, so why are her fingers drawing circles on my thighs. I hope she realizes that the fact that my mind and body know who she is makes it so that her actions are NOT arousing.
I feel the need to tell you that even if I were straight, I would never, ever sleep with her. One, I'm trying to stay abstinent until marriage, and two, I don't do whores who only want to get into my pants because I'm supposedly a hard one. One that doesn't let random girls into my home. Actually, our entire group is considered hard, even Anzu was when she was one of us.
Bakura finally walks in, and when he does, I roughly push Anzu off me, and watch as he watches me. He looks me in the eyes, and then I feel him probing at the back of my mind.
\What was going on?\ Bakura asks skeptically. I look at him with a pleading look, /She was trying to rape me!/ I whine back. Bakura raises an eyebrow at me, \And why didn't you push her off earlier?\ He asks, and I sigh. /Because the teacher thinks that I like Anzu and I've gotten into enough trouble for today./ Bakura nods and helps me up, shooting Anzu a dirty glare.
I look at him with a helpless look in my green eyes, and a small pout on my face. He holds me close by the arms, and I can feel his eyes bearing down into my soul.
\Let me show Anzu why you will NEVER get in bed with you.\ Bakura growls via mind link.
Within the next second my lips and Bakura's are locked, and I finally decide who I am in love with.
Oh, yeah, I used to have a crush on my best friend Marik, he's just like Bakura and I with the mental thing and the hurting himself, but he doesn't attend Domino High. Lucky bastard.
Anyways, the two of us shared just about everything, even Bakura opened up to him a bit. Hmm...maybe I'll have to get over my fear of polygamy...maybe it might even be fun.
A soft moan escapes my lips as I feel Bakura's knee between my legs. Actually I'm perfectly fine with just Bakura.
Another moan as his knee silently digs around a bit in my crotch. And to think someone kicked me there earlier, this is bliss compared to what I've been feeling for the past amount of time.
This time Bakura uses my moan to push his tongue into my mouth, our tongues battle for a bit before I lose, and he makes a map of the inside of my mouth. Unfortunately, we are both, to an extent, human, so the need for air surfaces and we break apart. I can already feel the blood rushing to my face, and the satisfied smirk on my yami's face.
"You too!" Anzu shrieks, a hand whipping across my face. I don't react.
The principal seems slightly shocked by this outburst, but nothing could've prepared us for what Anzu said next.
"All I need to do is sleep with one of you bloody 'hard' or 'abstinent' guys and I could be head of the cheer squad. But no! You all are gay! What do you have to say to that, huh? I should just rape you here and now, but no, I'm above that. I'm pretty! Why can't you just lay me?" Anzu screeches and I feel Bakura pull me closer in a protective manner.
The principal stands up. "Mazaki, you and all the cheerleaders will face two weeks of suspension."
She then turns to me, her face not showing any emotion. "A for you, PDA or any form of affection is not allowed to be shown on school grounds. That and punching a girl gives you a three day suspension. Also for you two, a word to the wise, if he's old enough to be a guardian, then he's too old for you. Now be gone." The woman says waving her arms.
We all leave, Bakura supporting me and Anzu grumbling. I kind of rest my head and let Bakura do all the work, trying desperately to fall asleep.
I am awoken when I am plopped onto our bed. (It's a one bed apartment, what do you expect?) He leaves the room and returns with a First Aid kit. He then proceeds to wrap my ankle. I on the other hand decide to call Yugi.
Now, after Anzu was a bitch to us, she decided that the best way to get in our pants was to be our friends. Me, being the one picked on by the rest of the cheerleaders, knew not to trust her. The others weren't so lucky, and everyone except Joey fell back into her trap. I call Yugi, but then remember that he is in school, so I just send him a text.
After wrapping my ankle, resting ice on it, and elevating it with a pillow, Bakura just sits on the bed next to me, playing with my bangs.
Soon we both get bored of his antics, and he climbs on bed so that he is next to me. We make out.
A small beeping sound from my phone makes us stop, and I look at the message from Yugi.
That can't be true!
Oh poor, poor, naive Yugi. I remember the times when I was that naive, but life has been an ass, and I am no longer as sweet and innocent as I used to be.
However, I have also learned what it means to be a friend. And a true friend would make sure that Yugi knows who the real Anzu is.
Yugi, I'm serious, she and the other cheerleaders are being suspended for trying to seduce the other students. Just ask around, it probably has already spread. Please Yugi you have to believe me!
I reply, feeling Bakura's prying eyes on my phone. He smirks at me, "Hikai, he won't believe the friendship girl wants him to be a sex toy. He doesn't know what real life is." I feel his hot breath on my neck, and my body is suddenly aware of the hand he has caressing my inner thigh. I want to push him off, but it feels so right.
All of a sudden the motions stop and I am left with Bakura just sitting there, staring down at me, an evil smirk plastered on his beautiful features. I run my fingers across his chin, and I watch as he brings his face closer to my own. Suddenly, my body is begging to be touched in any way.
"So, a three-way between you, me, and Marik eh Hikari...what, am I not good enough for you?" Bakura asks in a mocking tone.
"Of course you are 'Kura," I reply, pulling him down so that his chest is atop mine. He smirks again as I feel him reposition our bodies so that he is now towering over me. Once again my phone beeps though, and I check the message from Yugi.
You're with Bakura now! How could you? And how could Anzu? I thought we were all friends!
Wait, so there's something wrong with me being with Bakura, but there is nothing wrong with Marik being with Mariku. Such a great friend...and yes at an earlier time I was desperate enough to try something like that, I regret it now though.
I feel the phone ripped from my hands, and I know that Yugi is about to get an ear full from Bakura. I don't even want to see the message after he sends it.
Once Bakura finishes the text message he throws my phone to a far corner of the room, however I don't focus on that. I focus on this kiss I get.
"I promise to make you scream my name." Bakura whispers, but I guess he knows that's not what I want to hear because the next thing he says makes me feel better
"I promise to make you believe...if I can...in this world." He whispers softly before pulling me into another kiss.
Once again my phone beeps, I try to move to get it, but I get pushed into the bed, and Bakura gets the phone.
"Welcome to the real word midget." I hear Bakura mutter as I sit up to see him better.
Author's Notes:
Now, normally that would be the end of the Tendershipping, but I do have two requests for this couple, and those will be the next two stories written. So, yes, you are able to make requests. Just give me a song and a pairing out of B/R YY/Y M/M or S/J or even more than one, and when that couple is written or after all the pairings are done, then I will write the story for them.
Next thing I want to say is please, look at my profile and do the poll, 2 people voting isn't enough to make an actual difference, even though their votes have been highly valued.
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