Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Closer I am to Fine ❯ Closer to Fine ( Chapter 1 )

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Closer I am to Fine
Every chapter of this story will have a song so it's kind've an ongoing song fic. The first song will be 'Closer to Fine', by The Indigo Girls. This fic is centered mainly around Yami Bakura (who will be known as Bakura). So, here's your chapter, enjoy.

I posted this story previously on FanFiction.net under the name ‘Bluegrass Elf’. I have up to five chapters written and will update when I get reviews.

Ch. 1: Closer to Fine
Bakura hadn't minded, at first. He had obtained his own body(courtesy of Shadi), he expected the tide to start turning in his favor. So he hadn't minded when Ryou had answered the phone one day and it had been Ryou's father on the other end. He hadn't minded when Ryou's father had said that he was coming to Domino to live with his son. Ryou had been delighted. Bakura just didn't mind.
I'm trying to tell you something about my life.
Mr. Bakura hadn't liked Bakura when they first met. Actually he nearly forbade Bakura from living in the house with Ryou and himself. Bakura had been scared at the prospect of being turned out on his own but not enough to beg the man to allow him to stay. Fortunately he didn't have to, Ryou solved the problem for him by telling his father that if Bakura was not allowed to stay then the both of them would return to the little dingy apartment. Mr. Bakura finally consented to allow Bakura to stay, under the condition that Bakura follow the house rules. Ryou had assured his father that Bakura would behave and Bakura just shrugged. Bakura didn't really mind. It wasn't in his nature to care much about the man's opinions or rules.
Maybe give me insight between black and white.
But as the weeks passed Bakura began to find Mr. Bakura's cold behavior towards him not only annoying but also disheartening. The man was never cruel to him or Ryou. It was simply that he often bought Ryou things, took Ryou places, talked with Ryou, and basically was a father to Ryou but seldom ever even spoke to Bakura.
And the best thing you've ever done for me.
But he still didn't really mind. He could always call Marik if he was bored and the two of them could cause some sort of chaos.
Is to help me take my life less seriously.
Even Marik seemed distant lately, however. The Egyptian was now living in Domino with Isis and Odion. None of them had wanted to go back to their old home and Isis seemed to have her eye on a certain CEO anyway. Now Marik was trying to catch up on school work and no longer had time to waste with Bakura.
It's only life after all.
Now, lying in his small room and waiting for his sort've-would-be family to return from the movies, Bakura told himself that he still didn't care. Why should he care? He'd never cared before.
Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable.
He stared out the window at the sky, which was growing dim. They should be home soon.
And the lightness has a call that's hard to hear.
He told himself that the reason he was so anxious for their return was that he was hungry and hoped to have dinner soon. He had been told specifically by Mr. Bakura that he was to wait untill they returned to eat, so they could have a decent dinner. But the truth was that a part of just didn't like being in the big house alone.
I wrapped my fear around me like a blanket.
Bakura sat up and pulled his knees to his chest. "You don't really mind," he muttered out loud to himself.
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it.
The phone downstairs rang. Bakura ignored it. It rang again. So he got up, went down the stairs, and answered it. "What?" he snapped crossly into the phone.
"'Kura, it's me," came Ryou's voice. "I called to tell you that Dad and I are staying over at a friend's, the car broke down and the mechanic can't work on it till tomorrow and Dad doesn't want to leave it somewhere. You know how he is."
"You're leaving me here alone for a car?" Bakura's voice was cold.
"I don't like the idea either, 'Kura," Ryou said. "But...well, it's hard to get Dad to change his mind. Will you be okay on your own?"
No! Bakura thought. Of course not, there's no food fixed, there's nothing to do...
"Whatever," he replied, instead of voicing his thoughts. "I'll be fine."
I'm crawling on your shores.
"If you're sure," Ryou said hesitantly. "Maybe I could convince him to have the people we're staying with drive us home..."
"No," Bakura snapped. "If his car is that important then stay where you are." He slammed the phone down and clenched his hands into fists.
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains.
Bakura suddenly got the impulse to leave the house. It was just so big and empty without Ryou. So he headed for the door, grabbing his leather jacket on the way out.
I looked to the children, and I drank from the fountains.
He didn't pay attention to where he was going but wasn't surprised when his feet led him to the Ishtars' house. Marik, his best friend, was the person most likely to listen to him when he ranted.
He needed a good rant.
There's more then one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line.
He halted at the door and considered wether or not to knock or simply barge in.
And the less I seek my source for some definitive.
He decided on the latter and marched into the house.
The closer I am to Fine.
Isis was not pleased and he learned this when the Egyptian woman grabbed him by the ear and preceded to tell him so.
"Bakura, if you come into this house one more time without knocking or calling first then by the gods I will personally see to it that you do not live to do so further," she threatened, her eyes blazing.
"Let go of my ear!" Bakura exclaimed, wrenching away from her grasp and scowling.
I went to see the doctor of philosophy.
"Where is Marik?" Bakura asked, still scowling and rubbing his ear.
"He's upstairs but you can't go see him," Isis replied.
"Why not?" Bakura demanded crossly.
"He's studying, he has a big test tomorrow," Isis snapped, "which you would know about if you actually went to school yourself."
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee.
"What would I need with school?" Bakura scoffed. "There's nothing they could teach me that I don't all ready know."
"That's not true," Isis objected.
Bakura shrugged. "Whatever. I'll leave then." He made for the door.
He never did marry or see a b-grade movie.
Once outside he made for the back of the house and climbed the trelice to Marik's window, rapping on the glass with his knuckles. The blonde looked over at him and sighed.
He graded my perfomance, he said he could see through me.
Marik sighed, sliding the window open.
"I have studying to do, Bakura, I don't have time for whatever you want to blow up," he informed the tomb robber.
Bakura crossed his arms. "I don't want to blow anything up," he snapped.
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind, got my paper and I was free.
"Then what do you want?" Marik asked with a sigh.
"Well, maybe I just wanted a decent conversation," Bakura spat. "But I guess that's to much to ask."
"Bakura, that's not-" Marik was cut off by the slamming of his window. He stood and looked out it, watching as Bakura dissapeared into the darkness of the coming night.
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains, I looked to the children and I drank from the fountains.
Bakura stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked along the road. He didn't mind that Marik had not time to talk. Marik had school of course. But the selfish part of him wanted someone to drop what they were doing and actually listen to him.
And the less I seek my source for some definity, the closer I am to Fine.
He spent most of the night simply walking around. It was early in the morning when he stopped in front of a bar.
I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.
It seemed natural to do so, so he went inside.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend.
He spent the next four hours drinking, which resulted in his finally passing out.
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board.
It was light outside when he woke up in an ally outside the bar, his head pounding and his wallet missing. The world seemed to spin as he stood up, wavering for a moment but catching himself.
Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before and I went in seeking clarity.
There was a screech of car wheels as Bakura stumbled out into the road, his head too clouded to realize where he was. But he did recognize the car that swerved to miss him.
"Crap," he muttered as he stumbled down into a sitting position on the side of the road, grimacing as he heard a car door slam and the loud voice of Mr. Bakura shouting at the top of his lungs.
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains, I looked to the children and I drank from the fountains.
"What on earth are you doing out here! Are you drunk! Did you want to get hit by a car or something!"
Bakura found himself being dragged to his feet by Mr. Bakura, the man's grip almost tight enough to bruise as he dragged Bakura to the car, which was obviously now fixed.
Yeah we got to the doctor, we go to the mountains, we look to the children and we drink from the fountains.
"This is unacceptable," Mr. Bakura continued to rant as the car drove towards the house.
"I will not put up with alcoholics, do you understand me?!"
Bakura grimaced and Ryou frowned at his father from the back seat where he sat with Bakura.
Yeah we go to the bible and we go to the workout, we read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout.
"Dad, give him another chance," Ryou begged. His father was fuming.
"I give him a place to stay, a roof over his head," Mr. Bakura continued, "and this is how I'm repaid!"
Bakura remained silent, his head pounding.
And the less I seek my source for some definity, the closer I am to Fine.
"I'll give him one more chance, Ryou, but if something like this happens again, I swear..."
Bakura eventually tuned the man out. He didn't mind, really...
The closer I am to Fine...
TBC
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