Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Alone ❯ Beginnings ( Chapter 1 )

I am so, so, so sorry about my updating TT.TT I’ve been in a depression and out and then there was school… I failed math literally -__-; and then there was the ex and my parents and I was told that the story was really shit and stuff and then I believed that it was because really, it does kinda just suck and then… um… I thought I should just finish the damn thing. Although Yu-Gi-Oh has already finished in Japan… o.o… Anyways…
The last chapter really should have been a prologue thingy…ah wells -__-;

Yami Bakura- Bakura
Yami Malik- Marik
::Other characters will also be introduced… I know there are people who don’t like this kind of thing, but I hope you end up loving the new characters. They will not be involved in relationships other than friendship though, unless you want that kind of thing…o.o…
These characters are my own so no stealing.

Translations: (A/N: From order of appearance. Yeh I know…I’m a dork xD)
Ja- Bye!
-Kun- Said after a name; Used to address close male friends usually around the same age level.
Demo- But


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Alone

By Annie Nguyen

Chapter 2: Beginnings and Dreams


:: Bakura POV, Dreaming, (Age 7 in the dream, 17 when he wakes) ::
(Walking in complete darkness)

The air felt cold and uninviting as it grazed across my skin. It just…it just felt so cold and unnatural, physically and mentally as well. My bare feet moved on their own; making splashing sounds at each step on the wet, bumpy ground. I could see nothing in front of me… which was surprising as I hadn’t run into anything yet. My breathing became erratic and heavy as I started to feel uneasy. Where was that wind coming from? Where was I? Where were mum and dad? I would even be happy to see aunt as scared as I am each time she touches me…
There was no moon or stars in the night sky to show even some light, and the air that I gulped in was musty and yucky tasting.
My nose suddenly pressed against something slimy and hard, making me yelp in surprise jumping back. Furiously rubbing my nose, trying to get rid of the awful smell, I reached out my left hand to touch whatever it was that stopped my walking. It was a smooth surface…unlike the road, yet just as icky. If I followed it, would it lead me out? I decided it was worth trying and began feeling my way along the wall, step after step a foot after the other. There was a chance after all…

--flash of white light-- (A/N: yeh, yeh I know, the typical white light after a dream thing. -__-; But since it’s recognizable, it works… I think…o.o)

“Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! BEEP!!”
Growling, I felt my hand over towards the side table to turn off the damned alarm. It would have been easier if I’d lifted my face from being face down on the pillows and opened my eyes but… please, as if I risk my sleep for that?
“BeEP! BEep! BEeEp! BEeEp!!!
“Oh freakin’ piece of shit!” I half mumbled as my hands clasped around the clock. It flew across the room, hitting the wall and ending up into the waste-paper basket. Stuffing the pillow on top of my head, I closed my eyes trying to get some more sleep before school, until-
“…Bleep…blleeep….bloep…mleeep̷ 0;”
“Arrrggghhhh!!!!” Twitching, I finally got up, dragging the blanket with me, and threw the clock out of the apartment window.
“So much for keeping that clock for longer than the others,” I grumbled sarcastically, still twitching slightly as I dropped the blanket on the floor and headed for the bathroom, “Ruin my sleep will it? It’s the only time when I can actually pretend that I’m in a coma…”
I undressed to take a shower, letting the warm water soothe me.
“Alarms…” I said incoherently and lifted my face towards the water, letting it cascade down my face and rinse off the shampoo. Closing glazed over eyes I thought over last nights dream. What was that dream about? Some boy running around in circles confused and lost… Oh wait… wasn’t that me? I was such a pussy… It was weird- I don’t usually remember my dreams…and hadn’t I had a similar dream like this last month? Weird I remembered both of them, of so many that could have been chosen. What about that um…that nice dream? I remember it faintly…um… (I turned the hot water tap off and opened the cold water tap further), the one with all those hot guys at me at once and it ends up where I…”
I was suddenly cut off from my thoughts when I heard old Ms. Oldehack shout and bang from outside my door.
Ms. Oldehack is an old lady who owns the flats, including mine. She’s…well, her own person to put it simply. Her husband died five years ago from an unknown illness and it’s said that she never has been the same after it. Crazy or not, I admire her almost…as scary as that may seem. She’s strong, even for her age. And the only one who I happen to be scared of as embarrassing that is to admit. It’s a plain vibe thing- Can’t help it
“Bakura damn it! Stop using so much of the hot water! You’re wasting it and you still haven’t paid me last weeks rent! You want me to come in there and strangle you for it? I’ve got the key you know! I’m warning you! Teenagers…why, in my day…”
O_O!!!…
I quickly got out of the shower (ignoring my hard on), shaking my hair of water and wrapped a towel around my waist. Ms Oldehack is always on my back, almost like as if she enjoys doing it…though she would have reason to be. I know the combination to her safe.
“I’ll get the rent later today for you Ms. Please don’t come in! I’m begging you!”
“What stops me from not taking you out right now? Teenagers; where’s the respect? Back when I was…”
I peered in the key hole to see if she was gone, her voice was far away and sure enough, she was already across the corridor.
Sighing in relief, I tossed my towel on the bed and started to dress for school, rummaging for a clean enough top and shoving undone home-work into my school bag. I glanced at the corridor clock outside my room, after realizing my alarm clock had been destroyed outside my window earlier, and locked my door.

:: Third Person POV. (A/N: AKA ‘fly on the wall’) ::

“Well, here goes. Twenty fifth time this month that I’m going to try and…meet…him…” Bakura sighed lightly, ruffling his hair in slight confusion. Was he actually going to face his fears and meet the boy that he’d become obsessed with?
“What are you talking about?”
Bakura froze and looked to his left, just noticing Ms Oldehack’s adopted daughter, Coppélia (A/N: A French name, pronounced cop-pay-li-ah). Her apartment door was right next door to his, (still cursing about it since four years ago mind you). She looked at him amused through half closed grey eyes, and that smile of hers that always resembled more of a slight smirk.
“Morning to you too, and it’s none of your business,” Bakura muttered, relaxing slightly, “Besides, don’t you have to go and help your mother with putting on her wooden hip?”
Coppélia laughed and leaned against the wall, running her pale fingers through chest length hair. “Since when did you have such a humor, Bakura?”
“Since I realized I really should meet that new guy from work, no matter how freaky looking he is.” He replied smirking, and pulled at a strand of Coppélia’s hair knowing how it agitated her, “Ja!”
Bakura then turned and ran off down the corridor waving behind him, hoping she bought his lie.
Coppélia remained in her position against the wall watching him as he went into the lift, before relaxing and pulling up one of her thigh length toe socks- it was always falling down. Did Bakura-kun really think that she didn’t already know he was straight forward gay? Well…not that ‘straight’ was a very good word for it. Coppélia went back into her room and got ready for school.

:: Bakura’s POV ::

I let out a relieved sigh and leant against the lift’s railing, pushing the button for ground floor. Coppélia is a person in her own. She’s unique… I can give her that, in a good way too I guess. The way she dresses is something in its own- A white tank underneath a long black top, loose at the bottom with string bows on either side and two little pink hearts placed in a purposeful manner where her nipples would be if it were not for the tops and anything else underneath; Along with a blue faded denim mini skirt, white lace underneath and showing. Her outfit would not be complete without the black and red striped toe socks, reaching half way up her thighs, (usually one of her socks would fall slightly and end up near her knees) and black and grey sneakers on her feet. Finished off with jet black hair, blue streaks and fudged pink underlay streaks; tongue pierced with a smiley jewel, heart earrings and another ring on each ear. Wow… that definitely took some time to explain. Demo… she is pretty.
I’ve known her for around four years, ever since I came into the Oldehack flats. The Oldehack flats, which were once a small hotel, are rented out to students of all ages. I remembered being showed to my room, finding Coppélia outside my door and I already knew that she was going to make my life a living hell. Well…I guess she’s not that bad, but she’s still a girl and man is she a scary one. It must run in the Oldehack family or something, she must have caught it from them…definitely.

I started my half hour walk from my house, ignoring the smashed clock on the foot path. Wow…thirty minutes, who would believe that I actually would get up and walk not only to and from school and work, but to some other guys house who I don’t even know? And no, I don’t have a car…too reckless in driving apparently… To think that I’ve done this for the past month too- I can’t help it really. I just want to see him even if I don’t have the courage to talk to him- My crush if you must know…
He lives in a quiet part of Domino city- green trees, green grass and cream white houses that all look the same, posh like- sometimes I worry if he’s a snob. But I can’t help the way I feel about him. It’s something in the way he tilts his head, or the way he looks or…I don’t know actually. I’d hate to be rejected, especially if he wasn’t gay… But it’s just a crush…nothing more, right?
Sighing I ran my fingers through untamed hair trying to neaten it up, looking at my reflection in the park pond. But feeling that I looked stupid, I ruffled it up again. What was the point? The point would be to try and impress this crush of mine isn’t it? Feeling frustrated, I tried tying my hair in a low pony tail. It was only like that for a second before I realized that this time I actually looked stupid and once again ruffled it up.
I young girl with brown hair rode past me on her bike. She took a glance at me when her eyes widened and jaw dropped down, drool at the corner of her mouth. What was wrong with her?
I glared at her before she suddenly hit a pole and fell onto the foot path. Klutz…
Her eyes were still on me though which made me want to send her to the shadow room for the fun of it.
“What?” I asked not caring or bothering to help her up.
“Oh it’s just…” She stumbled and got up walking up to me, “Oh! I love your hair and you’re so hot and I’m Katy and can I have your number?”
I raised an eyebrow at her before brightening up and walking away, leaving Katy behind staring blankly after. “Am I that good looking?” I murmured cheerily to myself, “Fan girls…”
Truth is she really shouldn’t have even bothered to even talk to me. For one I’m not interested in girls, especially seeing as the person who killed my own mother was a female… I let out a sigh before waving the memory away. And two is that I basically learnt about the birds and the bees from watching hentai… Yaoi was fun to watch…

… Bakura’s work place, ‘Erotica’ …
(A/N: Can anyone think of a better name than Erotica for me? -__-;)

:: Third Person POV ::

Bakura knocked on the door of ‘Erotica’ and waited. He had worked in Erotica since moving in the Oldehack flats; one reason would be to get money out of just teasing, serving or even satisfying customers, and another would be because Bakura didn’t want to leave his old friend alone to run the male sex club…it was too much fun to leave to him.
A wooden piece was pulled away from behind the huge doors revealing two deep purple eyes.
“Who is it?” The male voice asked.
Bakura raised an eyebrow and queried, “Since when did we have a wooden piece there? You know that the police only come here for free sex- the black mailing bastards- and they leave us alone after it anyways…”
“Sh-Sh-Shush!” The voice snapped, “Just play along.”
“Er…ok…”
“Who is it?”
“Bakura,” Bakura grumbled, “Now let me in.”
“No, wait! How do I know it’s you? What’s the password?”
Bakura rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, “You know very well it’s me, Marik; and since when did we have to say a password? I don’t know it.”
The guy called Marik slipped a piece of paper under the door and Bakura picked it up, muttering at what was written, “And…why do I have to say this Marik?”
“Because I won’t give you any money until you say it,” Marik replied smugly, giving a grin, “Besides, you could be a policeman in disguise.”
“If you weren’t so good looking I’d punch you…” Bakura growled.
“Well thank Ra I am! So what is it?”
“I truly am lying when I say that I am not here to…” Bakura said blankly, mumbling off.
“…To what?”
“…to have sex with other males… There, happy?”
“Yep!” Marik said, opening the door.
“You and your games…” Bakura muttered.
Bakura looked him over, noticing that Marik wasn’t wearing a top, and the black leather pants and boots were starting to entice him…
Leaning against the wall, Marik ran his fingers through his beach blonde hair before asking, “Are you sure you’re not here just for your money? Because really… I have time…”
Bakura paused slightly before glaring at him and grinning, “You know very well I’m only here for my money, and that I’m only interested in one guy right now and that guy is not you.”
“Yeh…unfortunately…” Marik smiled and handed Bakura a fat envelope, “Here you go.”
Bakura opened the envelope when Marik asked, “So how’d it go today?”
Bakura’s eyes looked up from counting the money to look at the nicely tanned, twenty one year old Egyptian before answering, “I haven’t gone yet.”
“You haven’t? You usually go to his house first. What’s up?”
“I wanted an opinion from you,” Bakura said, placing his money into his bag and then doing a 360 turn. “Am I hot, or what?”
Marik laughed, “You want my opinion on what you look like? Good Ra! You’ve worked for me these past four years and I had to beg you too! Do I have to say more?”
Bakura grinned sheepishly, “You’re right. I am hot aren’t I?”
Marik growled though his face still had a smile plastered on, “Just get lost!” He pushed Bakura out the door. “But if you don’t get laid tonight, I’ll be more then willing.”
“Hey!”
Marik laughed, “Good luck!”


PLEASE REVIEW =)
If you think I should continue writing this then tell me, or I might just leave it as is. Constructive criticism is encouraged nn; No reviews means no updating with this at all.
Well, I hope you liked it. It is a bit different from the last chapter ne? (A/N: right?) Less dark and more lighter. It’s just that this is a Bakura at 17 years of age, not the 7 year old. His past is his past… I can promise that he does go into phases of depression, bipolar like; trying to make the story more real life and stuff. O.o
I’m not that experienced that much yet, but yeh. Please be gentle if you wish to flame me… oh gawd…It BURNS TT.TT
-Cough- Anyways, tell me what you thought of it too. Was it too long or confusing or lame or too boring or what? What do you want to see in it? What?!?! Damn it! –Strangles- Tell me damn it!! What do you people want from me!?!? O_O –cough- Right…I’m ok. –Lets go and pets gently- heh…

In the next chapter you’ll meet Bakura’s crush. n__n Oh, and the history of the characters will come out eventually as the fic continues.

If you want to see Bakura at ‘work’ <_< As in the whole sex servant, etc, etc, then tell me in a review. Thanks nn
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