Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ If all else fails . . . ❯ @$$ ( Chapter 1 )

Author's note:

I think I've discovered that writing is good therapy - cheap good therapy. I wrote this in a bad mood that was agitated by some very stupid people, but lets not talk about them. I usually a very nice person, I don't swear at all - but sometimes my bad side comes out.

Remind you of anyone?

I'm in the perfect mood for a lil Bakura fic. So, here we go.

~@$$~

"Asshole," I said as I pushed Marik off of me.

The Idiot had fallen asleep again, just when it had started to become interesting too. He could never last more than two hours. One could time it like a clock.

The sad thing was I really wasn't all that disappointed at the quick end to our night. It meant I could rest in silence for once instead of the usual mindless prattle that followed these events. Something kept me from sleep though.

"What the fuck do you want from me!?" I yelled. There was no one there to answer, of course, except Balls-for-brains who couldn't be woken by freight trains. (Heh, it rhymed)

For the last week it had been like someone had turned on the lights and all the vice and sin I had lived in for so long had become readily apparent. Of course I had also known for a long time that I was a very bad boy and I had enjoyed it. But what disturbed me was that it disturbed me, and I enjoyed it no more.

I had become deeply dissatisfied with my life and it was eating me. I had to stop it somehow. I had never hated this life so much before. I had to remind myself of who I was, and I chanted the words of my little poem with lips that knew them well:

"I am the thief Bakura." I said, "Ages and ages have past since I was born, I have lived generations and have always been in shadow and cover of darkness. My life has been filled with chaos and mischief, much of my own doing. I am the unrivalled King of Thieves, and no one is my equal"

That wasn't so true anymore. There certainly was someone who was my equal. In fact, he far surpassed me, and I wasn't afraid to admit it. But it was something else - I wasn't so sure I was the King of Thieves anymore either. It had been a long time since I had stolen something more than wallets, and the same was true about leading a band of thieves (which correct me if I'm wrong, but the King of Thieves is supposed to do).

Instead my life seemed a lot less glamorous than all that and I now saw it for what it was. I was living in squalor, in something that was supposed to be an apartment. Ever since I moved out from Ryou's house my accommodations had gone steadily downhill. Not being a very good cook in this modern age, and not caring much for cleaning I spent as little time `home' as possible. I was a deadbeat, a leech living of the stolen wallets of others. No meaningful job; heck even my love life sucked! I'm fucking a freaking narcoleptic who still pees the bed (known to all as Marik, if you hadn't guessed). Not a winning combination by far.

I looked at Marik. There wasn't much romance between us. In fact his idea of romance was knives and pointy objects. There was something missing in my relationship with him, and I think I know what it was - a brain.

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Thank you very much for reading the first bit of my Bakura story. *Bows* this was more of a preview than a first chapter, but I hope you all enjoyed, and I promise there will be more.