The dark abyss seemed to lunge into eternity. Bakura stands in a ray of dead light, with his clothes back on and his trusty sword, Yanu, in her sheath. He rummeged through his pockets, pulled out his cigerrets, his skins and from a hidden pocket, inside the arm of his jacket, he pulls out his hidden stash.
Got two grams left…
He sits down and begins to preform what he see's almost as a form of art (what everyone else see's is a druggy smoking pot).
Bakura breathed in deep, held and exhalled. He sat down, laid out everything infront of him and pulled out three skins from the pack. He place one ontop of another, only covering a quater of the bottom skin. He licked the gum on the back skin and stuck them together. He waited for the gum to dry. He then slotted the third skin directly in the middle of the half-finished deck, licked the gum and stuck the skin.
Step one of five, complete.
He placed the deck on the floor and picked up his smokes. He takes out two and places on next to deck, the other he sparks up and smokes.
Aaahh.. Wait a minute…
Thinking about the candle? I wonder where it came from..
Why do you care?
Why don't you?
It's just a candle.
Sure it is.
Bakura stared at the candle, waiting for something to happen, anything. The voice may be a c(ee)-u(ou)-n(ext)-t(uesday)- but he never lied. Honesty through destruction and paranoia. But nothing did happen.
Hmm.. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it is full of shit.
Bakura extinguished the candle light with his fingers and the abyss over-flooded with light, brighter than the heavens, blinding everything.