Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Closer I am to Fine ❯ Long Ride Home ( Chapter 5 )
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By: bluejay 
Michiyo Saruwatari makes her grand appearence and Bakura decides something.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 12.14.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 198 | Status: Completed
Michiyo Saruwatari makes her grand appearence and Bakura decides something.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 12.14.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 198 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Fortunately for all of you Yu-Gi-Oh! fans out there, I don’t own it. Neither do I own the lyrics to the song ‘Long Ride Home’ by Patty Griffin.
Notice: The song in this chapter is actually about an old man who’s wife has just died. But, aside from the verse about marriage, forty years, and someone ‘layin’ in yer’ bed,’ it suits Bakura. Ya.
Ch.5: Long Ride Home
~So the sun shines on the funeral, just the same as on a birth, the way it shines on everything that happens here on Earth. It rolls across the western sky and back into the sea and spends the day's last rays upon this fucked-up family.~ Enough To Be On Your Way, James Taylor
Bakura was distant throughout the ride. He stared solemnly out the car window with his cheek pressed against the glass, watching Domino pass by outside. When they had left the city limits he became very quiet. For awhile Kenta thought he had fallen asleep but in truth he remained awake through the entire ride. Cars upset his stomach, though he wasn’t about to admit this to Kenta.
His mind drifted back to the funeral as they drove, heartache adding to stomachache.
Long black limousine,
shiniest car I ever seen.
His suit had been black. Nice and respectful. Kenta had made him stand still while he buttoned the shirt and coat. Bakura had glared the whole time. When Kenta went off to put his own suit on, Bakura had unbuttoned the jacket to suit his own stile of leaving a jacket open. When Kenta had seen, he had buttoned it again. So Bakura tore the buttons off. He had gathered them all together and kept them inside the poly resin castle because they were shiny. He didn’t throw away shiny things unless they were useless. Buttons weren’t useless.
Kenta had been so angry with him for ruining the coat. He had demanded Bakura give him the buttons and Bakura had refused. It was to late to sew the buttons back on anyway.
Back seat is nice and clean,
She rides as quiet as a dream.
They arrived at the airport and Kenta parked the car in the crowded parking lot. Inside the building he gave the keys to an employee and requested that the car be taken back to his house. He left directions to the house. Everything was in motion now.
They had to sit and wait nearly an hour for their flight, during which time Bakura continued his reminiscing.
Someone dug a hole six long feet in the ground,
I said goodbye to you and I threw my roses down.
The people at the wake had disapproved of the coat. One old woman who was apparently Ryou’s grandmother fussed over the threads where the buttons had been. Bakura had pushed her hands away and gone to sit beside Ryou’s body. He had drawn his knees to his chest and stared at Ryou’s peaceful face until the wake had ended.
Ain’t nothin’ felt at all in the end of bein’ proud,
with me ridin’ in this car and you flyin’ through them clouds.
The limousine had been the worst part. On the outside it was shiny and Bakura could see his reflection almost in the glossy black paint. But inside was dark and crisp and hollow. No comfort at all. The close family had gotten into the limousine to ride to the burial site. Since there was not much room in the car, Bakura had pressed up against Kenta to avoid the other people. Kenta had put an arm around him, thinking Bakura wanted comfort. Bakura had pushed him away and nearly cried in frustration at the cramped space he had to share with so many people. Nowhere to hide away. All he wanted was to grieve. He didn’t want to watch them lower Ryou’s ashes into the ground. It wasn’t fair that Kenta was making him participate in this.
I’ve had some time to think about it,
and watch the sun sink like a stone.
During the burial Kenta had to hold Bakura by his upper arm to keep the thief from escaping into the coming darkness. If Kenta’s grip had lessened even slightly, Bakura would have slipped away for good, unable to bear the sight of his only true friend being buried. He had created a scene afterward by refusing to go back into the limousine. He had screamed and kicked and cried. Finally Kenta had picked him up and carried him into the car, holding him on his lap to keep him from escaping out the door.
I’ve had some time to think about you,
on the long ride home.
On the plane Bakura still refused to talk with Kenta, blatantly ignoring everything the man said. It was his fault Bakura had to leave Domino, the only home he knew. The streets and allies he had come to know. The Duel Monsters tournaments, the paranormal occurrences, his quest to gain all of the millennium items. All Kenta’s fault. He glared at the man as he thought on this, and Kenta asked why. Bakura didn’t reply and continued to glare. Finally Kenta gave up and read in a book he had brought with him.
One day I took your tiny hand,
put your finger in the wedding band,
Daddy gave a piece of land,
We made ourselves the best of plans.
Finally Bakura drifted off into sleep. He dreamt of Egypt, how hot it could be, how sand felt between your toes. What camel hair felt like. All the things he had nearly forgotten in his years spent in the ring. And after that he dreamed of the ring. The dark emptiness. The eternity of nothingness that had driven what little sanity he had left out of his mind.
Forty years go by with someone layin’ in yer’ bed,
Forty years of things you say you wish you never said.
He jerked awake when a slight jolt went through the plane. Looking out the window he saw they had landed in another airport. He couldn’t read the signs. He asked Kenta about this and the man replied that the signs were written in English. As they came off the plane Kenta looked around, searching for someone. He spotted a woman with purple hair and lead Bakura over to her.
“Michi!” he called, waving a hand at her. As they drew closer Bakura recognized her as the woman from the picture. She had indeed dyed her hair purple.
“Ken!” Michiyo exclaimed when she saw them. She ran over and threw her arms around Kenta’s neck, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ve missed you! It’s been to long.”
Bakura raised an eye brow. Michiyo turned to him and grinned. “You must be Baku-kun. Nice to meet you, I’m Michiyo but you can call me Michi.”
“And you can call me Bakura,” Bakura replied cooly. “My name is not ‘Baku.’”
Michi chuckled at this. “He’s got a sharp tongue,” she remarked to Kenta, who had turned red and was thinking about whacking Bakura over the head. “Here,” Michi said to Bakura. She held out a Duel Monsters booster pack to him. “Your dad said you liked Duel Monsters. Don’t worry, they’re in Japanese.”
Bakura nodded and took the pack, tucking it in his jacket pocket.
How hard would it have been to say some kinder words instead,
I wonder as stare up at the sky a turnin’ red.
It was dark when they climbed into Michiyo’s car and drove to a small hotel to stay the night. Michiyo had rented a room with only two beds, as she apparently intended to sleep with Kenta. Kenta had said he didn’t think it wise, since Bakura was there and Bakura demanded to know what that had to do with anything. So the two had shared a bed anyway, and Bakura had taken the other bed. Michiyo and Kenta quickly fell asleep but Bakura remained awake for some time, staring at the wall and it’s flower print wall paper.
I’ve had some time to think about it,
and watch the sun sink like a stone.
The next day they set out for their new home, which was apparently rather far away from the airport. It took them nine hours to reach the small town, darkness once again falling as they neared their destination. Michiyo pulled the car up in front of the yellow house, shining her head lights on it so Bakura could see it. The thief glanced at it for a moment and shrugged before returning to his thoughts. Kenta had explained that their things probably wouldn’t arrive for another week or so. Until then they would stay with Michiyo.
Michiyo glanced at Kenta, her expression worried.
“He’s always like that,” Kenta assured her. “He isn’t sick.”
I’ve had some time to think about you,
on the long ride home.
As they pulled into Michiyo’s driveway a cat dashed across in front of them, causing Michi to slam the brakes and swear.
“Damn, Blink got out again. Wait here, Ken.” She got out of the car and proceeded to chase the creature around until she finally caught it and carried it over to the car. It was huge, black, and missing an eye. “Here, Bakura, will you hold him?” she requested, holding the cat out to Bakura who took it hesitantly. Blink purred at him and he relaxed, petting the cat on the head. He stared at the empty socket where its other eye should have been. It reminded him of Pegasus. The car jolted back into motion and headed up the driveway again.
Headlights searching down the driveway,
the house is dark as it can be.
The house was dark as they got out of the car and headed towards it. Kenta took his and Bakura’s suitcases out of the trunk of the car and Bakura held onto Blink as Michi fumbled with the house key. She finally got the door unlocked and flipped the porch light on as she entered. Bakura stood on the porch for a moment, thinking about how far he was from Domino.
I go inside and all is silent,
and seems as empty as the inside of me.
The house was packed with things. It had only one bedroom, according to Kenta, a bathroom, a living room and a very small kitchen. Kenta would be sleeping in the bedroom with Michiyo and Bakura had the living room to himself. Michi put a sheet on the couch that filled up most of the living room and also put a pillow and some blankets on it for him. He nodded his thanks to her before putting Blink down curling up on it. Michiyo went to prepare for bed and Kenta sat down in a chair beside the couch. Bakura looked over at him.
“I’ve been doing some thinking,” he said quietly.
“Yes?” Kenta asked.
“About Ryou,” Bakura continued. “And you. I really don't trust you. But I suppose I need someone to rely on now. So...I'll be relying on you. If you don't mind.”
Kenta smiled sadly and ruffled Bakura’s hair. “Thanks, kid.”
Bakura nodded before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
I’ve had some time to think about you,
and watch the sun sink like a stone.
I’ve had some time to think about you,
On the long ride home.
Notice: The song in this chapter is actually about an old man who’s wife has just died. But, aside from the verse about marriage, forty years, and someone ‘layin’ in yer’ bed,’ it suits Bakura. Ya.
Ch.5: Long Ride Home
~So the sun shines on the funeral, just the same as on a birth, the way it shines on everything that happens here on Earth. It rolls across the western sky and back into the sea and spends the day's last rays upon this fucked-up family.~ Enough To Be On Your Way, James Taylor
Bakura was distant throughout the ride. He stared solemnly out the car window with his cheek pressed against the glass, watching Domino pass by outside. When they had left the city limits he became very quiet. For awhile Kenta thought he had fallen asleep but in truth he remained awake through the entire ride. Cars upset his stomach, though he wasn’t about to admit this to Kenta.
His mind drifted back to the funeral as they drove, heartache adding to stomachache.
Long black limousine,
shiniest car I ever seen.
His suit had been black. Nice and respectful. Kenta had made him stand still while he buttoned the shirt and coat. Bakura had glared the whole time. When Kenta went off to put his own suit on, Bakura had unbuttoned the jacket to suit his own stile of leaving a jacket open. When Kenta had seen, he had buttoned it again. So Bakura tore the buttons off. He had gathered them all together and kept them inside the poly resin castle because they were shiny. He didn’t throw away shiny things unless they were useless. Buttons weren’t useless.
Kenta had been so angry with him for ruining the coat. He had demanded Bakura give him the buttons and Bakura had refused. It was to late to sew the buttons back on anyway.
Back seat is nice and clean,
She rides as quiet as a dream.
They arrived at the airport and Kenta parked the car in the crowded parking lot. Inside the building he gave the keys to an employee and requested that the car be taken back to his house. He left directions to the house. Everything was in motion now.
They had to sit and wait nearly an hour for their flight, during which time Bakura continued his reminiscing.
Someone dug a hole six long feet in the ground,
I said goodbye to you and I threw my roses down.
The people at the wake had disapproved of the coat. One old woman who was apparently Ryou’s grandmother fussed over the threads where the buttons had been. Bakura had pushed her hands away and gone to sit beside Ryou’s body. He had drawn his knees to his chest and stared at Ryou’s peaceful face until the wake had ended.
Ain’t nothin’ felt at all in the end of bein’ proud,
with me ridin’ in this car and you flyin’ through them clouds.
The limousine had been the worst part. On the outside it was shiny and Bakura could see his reflection almost in the glossy black paint. But inside was dark and crisp and hollow. No comfort at all. The close family had gotten into the limousine to ride to the burial site. Since there was not much room in the car, Bakura had pressed up against Kenta to avoid the other people. Kenta had put an arm around him, thinking Bakura wanted comfort. Bakura had pushed him away and nearly cried in frustration at the cramped space he had to share with so many people. Nowhere to hide away. All he wanted was to grieve. He didn’t want to watch them lower Ryou’s ashes into the ground. It wasn’t fair that Kenta was making him participate in this.
I’ve had some time to think about it,
and watch the sun sink like a stone.
During the burial Kenta had to hold Bakura by his upper arm to keep the thief from escaping into the coming darkness. If Kenta’s grip had lessened even slightly, Bakura would have slipped away for good, unable to bear the sight of his only true friend being buried. He had created a scene afterward by refusing to go back into the limousine. He had screamed and kicked and cried. Finally Kenta had picked him up and carried him into the car, holding him on his lap to keep him from escaping out the door.
I’ve had some time to think about you,
on the long ride home.
On the plane Bakura still refused to talk with Kenta, blatantly ignoring everything the man said. It was his fault Bakura had to leave Domino, the only home he knew. The streets and allies he had come to know. The Duel Monsters tournaments, the paranormal occurrences, his quest to gain all of the millennium items. All Kenta’s fault. He glared at the man as he thought on this, and Kenta asked why. Bakura didn’t reply and continued to glare. Finally Kenta gave up and read in a book he had brought with him.
One day I took your tiny hand,
put your finger in the wedding band,
Daddy gave a piece of land,
We made ourselves the best of plans.
Finally Bakura drifted off into sleep. He dreamt of Egypt, how hot it could be, how sand felt between your toes. What camel hair felt like. All the things he had nearly forgotten in his years spent in the ring. And after that he dreamed of the ring. The dark emptiness. The eternity of nothingness that had driven what little sanity he had left out of his mind.
Forty years go by with someone layin’ in yer’ bed,
Forty years of things you say you wish you never said.
He jerked awake when a slight jolt went through the plane. Looking out the window he saw they had landed in another airport. He couldn’t read the signs. He asked Kenta about this and the man replied that the signs were written in English. As they came off the plane Kenta looked around, searching for someone. He spotted a woman with purple hair and lead Bakura over to her.
“Michi!” he called, waving a hand at her. As they drew closer Bakura recognized her as the woman from the picture. She had indeed dyed her hair purple.
“Ken!” Michiyo exclaimed when she saw them. She ran over and threw her arms around Kenta’s neck, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ve missed you! It’s been to long.”
Bakura raised an eye brow. Michiyo turned to him and grinned. “You must be Baku-kun. Nice to meet you, I’m Michiyo but you can call me Michi.”
“And you can call me Bakura,” Bakura replied cooly. “My name is not ‘Baku.’”
Michi chuckled at this. “He’s got a sharp tongue,” she remarked to Kenta, who had turned red and was thinking about whacking Bakura over the head. “Here,” Michi said to Bakura. She held out a Duel Monsters booster pack to him. “Your dad said you liked Duel Monsters. Don’t worry, they’re in Japanese.”
Bakura nodded and took the pack, tucking it in his jacket pocket.
How hard would it have been to say some kinder words instead,
I wonder as stare up at the sky a turnin’ red.
It was dark when they climbed into Michiyo’s car and drove to a small hotel to stay the night. Michiyo had rented a room with only two beds, as she apparently intended to sleep with Kenta. Kenta had said he didn’t think it wise, since Bakura was there and Bakura demanded to know what that had to do with anything. So the two had shared a bed anyway, and Bakura had taken the other bed. Michiyo and Kenta quickly fell asleep but Bakura remained awake for some time, staring at the wall and it’s flower print wall paper.
I’ve had some time to think about it,
and watch the sun sink like a stone.
The next day they set out for their new home, which was apparently rather far away from the airport. It took them nine hours to reach the small town, darkness once again falling as they neared their destination. Michiyo pulled the car up in front of the yellow house, shining her head lights on it so Bakura could see it. The thief glanced at it for a moment and shrugged before returning to his thoughts. Kenta had explained that their things probably wouldn’t arrive for another week or so. Until then they would stay with Michiyo.
Michiyo glanced at Kenta, her expression worried.
“He’s always like that,” Kenta assured her. “He isn’t sick.”
I’ve had some time to think about you,
on the long ride home.
As they pulled into Michiyo’s driveway a cat dashed across in front of them, causing Michi to slam the brakes and swear.
“Damn, Blink got out again. Wait here, Ken.” She got out of the car and proceeded to chase the creature around until she finally caught it and carried it over to the car. It was huge, black, and missing an eye. “Here, Bakura, will you hold him?” she requested, holding the cat out to Bakura who took it hesitantly. Blink purred at him and he relaxed, petting the cat on the head. He stared at the empty socket where its other eye should have been. It reminded him of Pegasus. The car jolted back into motion and headed up the driveway again.
Headlights searching down the driveway,
the house is dark as it can be.
The house was dark as they got out of the car and headed towards it. Kenta took his and Bakura’s suitcases out of the trunk of the car and Bakura held onto Blink as Michi fumbled with the house key. She finally got the door unlocked and flipped the porch light on as she entered. Bakura stood on the porch for a moment, thinking about how far he was from Domino.
I go inside and all is silent,
and seems as empty as the inside of me.
The house was packed with things. It had only one bedroom, according to Kenta, a bathroom, a living room and a very small kitchen. Kenta would be sleeping in the bedroom with Michiyo and Bakura had the living room to himself. Michi put a sheet on the couch that filled up most of the living room and also put a pillow and some blankets on it for him. He nodded his thanks to her before putting Blink down curling up on it. Michiyo went to prepare for bed and Kenta sat down in a chair beside the couch. Bakura looked over at him.
“I’ve been doing some thinking,” he said quietly.
“Yes?” Kenta asked.
“About Ryou,” Bakura continued. “And you. I really don't trust you. But I suppose I need someone to rely on now. So...I'll be relying on you. If you don't mind.”
Kenta smiled sadly and ruffled Bakura’s hair. “Thanks, kid.”
Bakura nodded before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
I’ve had some time to think about you,
and watch the sun sink like a stone.
I’ve had some time to think about you,
On the long ride home.