Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ He Drives Me Crazy ❯ He Drives Me Crazy ( One-Shot )

He Drives Me Crazy

 

 

“There's too much work and I'm spent

There's too much pressure and I'm bent

I've got no time to move ahead

Have you heard one thing I've said

 

All these little things in life

They all create this haze

Too many things to get done

And I'm runnin' out of days

 

I can't last here for lo-”

“HIKAAARIIII!!!” Great. Just when it was getting good.

“Yes, Bakura?” I ask as bitter-less as possible. I swear, this guy is like a freaking kid, always asking me for help.

“Where's my CD?” he asks about five feet from my door and getting closer.

“Which pile?”

“Stolen.”

“Which one?”

“Papa Roach.”

“ `Love Hate Tragedy' is by the stove, `Infest' is under your bed, and `Getting Away With Murder' is in your coat pocket.” Yes, I know these things.

“Hn.” he mutters and goes off to find one of the three. Once he leaves, I close the door lightly, careful not to make a sound. Bakura would get angry with me if he had no way of bothering me for help even though he refuses to admit it. I sigh.

Am I a hikari or a mother?

Ra, Bakura drives me crazy. He can't take care of himself if his life depended on it. Seriously. If I left, he'd be dead by next Tuesday from starvation. Sometimes I wonder what the heck the gods were thinking when they made me keeper of the Millennium Ring. It's done nothing but eat away my sanity!

“All the miles that separate

Disappear now when I'm dreamin' of your pretty face

 

I'm here without you baby

But you're still on my lonely mind

I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time

I'm here without you baby

And tonight, there's only you and me

 

The miles just keep rollin'

As the people-”

How long have I been thinking? It hasn't been extremely long, but long enough. Bakura just chases away everything from my mind with a dagger in his hand. He centers all my thoughts, my ponderings, and my dreams on him. He taunts me, teases me. Every now and then, he'll flirt with me just to screw up my mind. He…he…he….

He drives me bloody crazy.

Bakura, Tomb Robber of Ancient Egypt, drives me crazy, even insane at times! Though, I like it when he plays his air guitar, it's cute. Why I brought that up, you ask? My thoughts always seem to bring me to his room and my hand to the knob. I can hear the song playing, track 4 of Papa Roach's `Getting Away With Murder' CD.

Sad, I've memorized that whole CD.

I open the door slowly, and peek in. Instantly, I smile at the sight I see. Bakura's on his bed, with his own imaginary microphone-on-a-stand and electric guitar, rocking to the song. `Take Me'.

“I lit my pain on fire

And I watched it all burn down

And now I'm dancin' in the ashes

And there's no one else around

 

`Cause I wanna be part of something

This is just a story of a broken soul

As days go by my heart grows cold

I can't seem to let this all pass me by

 

So take me and-”

“You want something, hikari?” Bakura asks loudly, his voice like venom. The music's still blaring, so he has to yell.

“Hai!” I shout back. Bakura rolls his eyes and jumps off his bed, pauses the music, and strides up to me. His eyes are intense, and anyone who hadn't known him would've wet their pants by now if they hadn't `ve already ran away. His walk is even terrifying! Every step signals his dominance, his pride, his hatred.

“What?” he inquires, his voice still cobra-like.

“Can you turn down the music? I can barely hear my own thoughts.” I lie. I really just wanted to see him act like he was a rock star. It looks funny even though it fits him.

“Hn.” Bakura mutters and glares at me. By the tone of his voice, that was a “yes” `hn'. After a bit of us just standing there stupidly, he asks, “Anything else?”

Yeah. I'd like some yen to buy a book.

“Iie.” I say. As I turned to walk away, he grabs my shoulder.

“You're lying.” he states. No I'm not!

“Why would you think that?”

“Your mind is clouded with meaningless gibberish, your wants from me are decreasing, and your eyes showed no truth when you answered me.” I don't like the second one, it sounds wrong.

“Bakura, I promise I'm telling the truth. I just wanted you to turn the music down so that I could hear mine.” I assure him. He still doesn't believe me.

“Whatever, Ryou.” he waves me off and closes the door. I could've sworn he winked at me with a sly smirk. See?! He does this on purpose!

He drives me crazy!!

For some reason angry, I storm to my room, where my CD's been playing without pause. Great. Just great.

“Now it's over

The old man is dead

Lyin' on the ground

Bullet in his head

 

She stood at the foot of the guilty bed last night

She held what could set her free for the rest of her life

She did all that she said that she planned to do

She's through she's through she's through

 

Mother, that man took my soul away

Father, how could you ever treat me this way

Brother, I won't every let him do this again -”

I think the lyrics of that song over. One part seems to fit pretty well.

“HIKARI!!”

“Nani?” I ask, surprised at the outburst.

“Make. The. Pharaoh. Go. Away.” Bakura orders. Huh? Yugi and Yami are here? Since when? I make my way to the door and look through the peep-hole.

“Bakura, it's just Marik and Malik.” I tell him. Bakura's got it in his head that when someone rings the doorbell, it's Yugi and Yami.

But, he's got a problem with the Egyptians right now. Mailk, that insane psycho, seems to have a infatuation with me. He actually asked if I would mind joining him and Marik. Eww. Not Malik. Anything but a threesome with those two.

“Make. Them. Go. Away.” Bakura demands through gritted teeth. I ignore him, and open the door, only to be hugged by the two blondes.

“Ryou-chan!!” they shout.

“Hey, Marik-kun, Malik-kun. What brings you two over?” I ask, trying to pry them off me. Just as Marik was about to speak…

“Doesn'tmatterthey'releavinggoodbye!” Bakura says uncharacteristically fast and hurries the duo out the door, promptly slamming it behind them.

“Bakura!” I scold. He just looks at me with his brown and red eyes. “How could you throw them out?! They're our friends!”

“I. Don't. Want. Them. Here.”

I roll my eyes and welcome Marik and Malik back in, much to my yami's disliking. We talk, laugh, and then they go home.

“Was that so bad?” I ask Bakura as I'm making supper. Bakura just growls at me and glares intensely at my back. Obviously, he's pissed.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“They're starting to annoy me.”

“Why?”

“Don't start, Ryou.”

“Since when have you started calling me Ryou?”

“Since I felt like it.”

“When was that?”

“When Malik became obsessed with you.”

“When was—” Oh. My. God. He's behind me. Talking and breathing in my ear. Huskily. Seductively.

That man took my soul away.

He's driving me crazy.

“Turn around.” I'm frozen in place. I can't even blink. Bakura spins me around himself and puts each arm on the counter on each side of me, creating a cage.

A cage I don't mind being locked up in.

“I can't imagine you with those two idiots.” he tells me. I can scarcely feel his breath on my face. Then he gets closer, and our breaths start to dance together.

“Ba…ku…ra…” I whisper. Bakura stops when our noses touch.

“But I can imagine you,” he dips down closer, “with me.”

Our distance is terminated.

He drives me crazy, Bakura. He really, really does.