Here we are
And I can't think from all the pills
Hey
Start the car and take me home
Here we are
And you're too drunk to hear a word I say
Start the car and take me home
Just tonight I will stay and well throw it all away
When the light hits your eyes
It's telling me I'm right
And if I
I am through
Then it's all because of you
Just tonight
Just Tonight by The Pretty Reckless
The skyline was blurry as she leaned over the railing of the skyscraper. She was not sure how they had managed to get up there unnoticed. Then again, he was Bakura. He could do anything, right?
"Mika, get away from …" The rest of his words were lost in an incoherent slur, his fingers were much more nimble than his tongue and he managed to grip her arm and pull her away from the ledge.
"Aw Bakura, I want to see the lights!" Her voice came out in a shrill whine that made his head spin for a moment.
"You want to kill yourself."
"What? No, Bakura, you don't understand!" Mika Koyama pulled her arm free from Bakura's grip and crossed her arms, "The pills."
She said it like it was the answer to everything. Obviously the pills that Marik had given her were the reason that everything seemed to glow in the haze of smog and neon lights that was Domino City at night.
"Listen, you're making my head hurt," he paused to rub his temples and she pouted at him. Her pupils were twice their normal size and her navy blue irises were eclipsed by the darkness. She looked like an alien. She looked sort of beautiful. Somewhere inside his coherent mind Bakura told himself to punch Marik the next time he saw him.
"Whoa … how did we get back in the car?"
She was starting to come down. Bakura had quite the time getting her down fifty flights of stairs and down the tower of a building that she had insisted he help her climb. He was sitting in the driver's seat of his midnight blue Mitsubishi Lancer. There was a beer in his hand.
"I carried you for the most part," he took a swig of his beer and carefully peered over at her, making sure not to move his head too quickly and risk getting the spins.
"Thanks, ugh … I think I might throw up." She cringed and held her head in her hands, "Can we get out of here … I need to get to bed."
He fished his keys out of his jeans and started the car.
She smiled at him, "I love you." The sound of her voice was lost to the loud rumble of Bakura's car engine.
"What?" He glanced over at her again, his deep brown eyes hazy from mixing alcoholic beverages all night. He gripped the wheel and put the car in drive.
"What are we doing at your place?"
Bakura looked over at Mika, her light brown hair created a frizzy halo around her unnaturally pale face. She looked like she had crawled out of a tomb. There was no way in hell that he could have taken her to her parents looking like that. Not to mention the fact that they didn't even know that she was out.
"You're a wreck," he grumbled, unbuckling his seat belt and pulling himself out of the car. When she didn't follow suit he stumbled over to her side of the car and managed to drag her out of the car.
"I think I might throw up," she warned again. Her navy eyes looked up and caught his dark chocolate gaze looking right back at her. The dark circles under his eyes were illuminated by the porch light. If she had been the romantic type, she might have leaned up and kissed him.
Mika put her hands against the wall to keep her path steady, Bakura was right in front of her and she followed him dutifully to the bathroom.
He flicked the light on and she instantly felt the bile rise in her throat as her too-dilated pupils took in too much light. After a moment the burning subsided and she found that she was leaning over the toilet bowl.
Bakura was cussing at her, but she couldn't really hear him.
She wasn't sure if she was drunk or still high, but she couldn't feel herself choking up the contents of her stomach. It was like she was watching it happen to someone else.
"Get in the bath; I'll get you some clothes."
The pipes rumbled and Bakura slowly stepped over her still retching form.
She followed his orders with slow precision, deciding that the best way to not make more of a mess of herself was to move at a snail-like pace.
Somewhere in the home a door slammed and heavy footsteps made their way down the hall. The footsteps stopped out in front of the door to the bathroom, but Mika was too busy shivering under the hot water to notice.
Marik poked his head in and cringed, "You need to learn how to handle yourself Mika."
She glanced up at him and he waggled his eyebrows before a pale hand pulled his head out of the bathroom. There was a light thud of Marik's back hitting the wall and then the shuffle of his boots disappearing down the hall to the room he stayed in when Ryou and Bakura's father was away on business.
And just like that the next thing that Mika was aware of was lying on her stomach on a mattress that was too soft and too firm at the same time. Her arm was asleep and when she finally focused her eyes on the only light source in the room she realized that it was well past two in the morning.
"Fuck!"
Her exclamation into the dark caused the body next to her to stir and suddenly she realized that she was not alone in her bedroom with a really bad headache and lingering memories of a sad, sad dream. No. She was in bed with someone. Stupid Marik and stupid Bakura – how the fuck could they just let her go home with some guy?
Her pissed off expression faded away when she saw who was staring back at her. Bakura's hair was askew and his eyes were barely open, his lip was pulled back in a sneer and he was scratching at his nether regions.
"What the fuck are you complaining about?"
She smiled, although because of the burning in the back of her throat it must have looked more like a grimace than anything. He slammed his head back down into the pillow and she rubbed her forehead before giving in to sleep once again, satisfied with how everything had worked out.
Bakura cracked his back, the sickening sound of his spine cracking a sharp contrast to the relief that flooded through his torso. He had been in an awkward position for the last three hours, what with Mika pressing him up against the wall while shivering violently. He had no idea why he had left her alone with Marik for those few minutes at the party.
There was the start of the grey dawn and the light that filtered in through the blinds made Mika's face look amazingly inviting. Her lips had regained some of their smooth redness and her skin was slightly flushed thanks to the fact that she was currently laying beneath every blanket that Bakura owned.
She groaned something that sounded like his name, but he could not be sure as he had begun to drift back to sleep.
She woke up again six hours later; her face was wet from the drool that had spilled out of her mouth. She was going to hear about that later. The smell of coffee wafted to her nose and her throat craved the soothing heat that it would provide.
Just as she had sat up and reached out for the mug she heard the door that connected to the bathroom open. Her eyes opened wide as she saw Bakura step out from behind the door, his hair damp from a shower and his towel wrapped around his shoulders.
His nether regions were conspicuously naked.
She took in a huge gulp of the bitter coffee, choking on how hot it was. No, she was just choking. She grabbed at her throat and sputtered as the burning liquid spilled down her chin and slid down her throat simultaneously. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to focus on breathing through her nose.
"You're drinking my coffee."
Her head was spinning as she glanced up at her friend; he had wrapped the towel around his waist and was taking a deep swig from the mug he had picked up. She pulled the covers off of herself and stumbled to the bathroom, her heartbeat in her ears from her near death experience.
"… like she's never seen a penis before."
By the time that Mika had dragged herself out of the bathroom looking halfway presentable Bakura had gotten dressed. He was lazily picking his nails with his Swiss army knife when he looked up and saw her standing at the entrance of the room, her fingers running through her hair.
She looked like the life had slowly begun to seep into her. His t-shirt barely hit below her hips and she had been both delighted and disappointed that Bakura had given her a pair of his boxers to cover up. Her pupils had returned to normal and Bakura couldn't help the stirrings he felt.
"What're you looking at?" Mika asked, raising her hands above her head and cracking her neck. Bakura was about to say something when there was a knock on the bedroom door and Ryou poked his head through, "Ah, Mika I have your clothes here. I washed them for you."
She smiled brightly at Ryou as she took the small pile from him. Marik appeared behind him a moment later, his amethyst eyes glowing with mischief, "How you feeling Mika?"
She frowned at him, "I feel like World War III just happened inside my body." She ran her free hand over her stomach, wincing. He rolled his eyes as Ryou exited the room, his cell phone was ringing somewhere in the kitchen. "Oh, I'm sure it's not that bad. I gave you some quality shit," he stated matter-of-factly, leaning against the door frame.
Bakura shifted and the bed creaked at his movement making the two move their glances over to him. Bakura was glaring pointedly at Marik; he stalked forward flexing his free hand, the other still clutching his Swiss army knife.
He pushed his way past Mika and grabbed Marik by the neck, "If you ever even think about giving her those pills again, I will kill you where you stand." Marik looked like he was about to object to Bakura's demand, but the white-haired man narrowed his eyes even further and gave Marik's neck a tighter squeeze before releasing him.
Mika gave them both a weird look before locking herself back in the bathroom to change into her own clothes.
"Geez Bakura, why don't you just make her your girlfriend already ..." Bakura pulled a face at Marik and flung his Swiss army knife at his head. Had Marik not moved the knife end might have hit him right in the neck – unfortunately for his father's wall the knife stuck firmly below a family portrait.
"If you're done playing with knives and threatening your best friend, can you drive me home now? I need to sneak in before they know that I was gone." Bakura turned just in time to catch the keys that Mika had thrown at him, "Sure thing."
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