Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Picking up the Pieces ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Hi there! Hope you like my story.

Summary: Bakura's finally out of rehab and back in school. Marik's locked away in a padded room, and Bakura's not sure if he'll be able to stay out of trouble for long with out him. Can Bakura survive with out him? Will Marik be able to claim his sanity? Or even stay sane?
)ugh I know I know the summary SUCKS. But hopefully you'll get the jist of it in the frist cahpter(


WARNING: This fic contains- suicidal thoughts, rape, drugs, underage drinking, phycological stuff, dark thoughts, violence, blood, offensive religious comments, strong language, sexual content.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Disclaimer: You know it, and I know it. But I'm bound by the law here people! I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!




Chapter 1

"Fuck," Bakura muttered as he tripped on a chair leg. He glanced around making sure no one saw him trip then plopped into the plastic chair and watched as everyone else filled in.

"Welcome everyone. I'm sure you've gotten used to this by now, but we may have some new comers. Just stand up, tell us your name, give us a little blurb about why you're here, and how you're doing now. Okay, so who would like to start us off?" A man of about 30 timidly raised his hand. The man in the center smiled and nodded, so he stood.

"Uh...Hi, I'm Jake."

"Hello Jake." Everyone said in unison, except Bakura who just crossed his arms and sighed.

"I'm here because I almost overdosed on crack cocaine...My...l-little son found me..." the man sniffed hoping not to cry in public. Some of the women gave him a reassuring smile, "Half dead in our home. Its been 3 years now, and I've been clean for that long. My son, he's in middle school, he's just so happy to see me pick him up every day. He told me one day that he was so happy I lived... He was truly the only thing that kept me alive, and he'll defiantly continue to be that..." The man wiped a tear and sat down, everyone clapped and he gave a small smile. More people stood up and repeated the process, some with the same story line.


"...I knew God would lead me to the light. I was so happy to find Him, and find a new meaning to life. God had a plan for me and that's why I'm here today." The small woman played with her cross on her necklace.

"Oh, please," Bakura sneered. He couldn't stand people like her, and just thinking about other people like her got him even more angry.

"Something you'd like to say sir?" The leader asked. The white haired boy looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Is there something you'd like to say? Perhaps tell us your story?" Bakura sighed and pulled himself out of his seat.

"Bakura," he knew what was next 'Hello Bakura'. He clenched his fists and continued, "I'm under no obligation to tell you anything. I just hate people like her." He pointed at the woman who gasped slightly.

"Well Bakura, we all need to be kind to one another. We need to work together and not discriminate." The man explained calmly.

"Oh, shit then I must be in the wrong fucking place then eh? Better leave, see you in hell whore," Bakura growled to the woman as he stormed across the room. Nearing the door he flung a chair out of his way, making some people yelp, then slammed the door shut.

"No good, God fearing, cross hugging assholes," Bakura muttered.

--Next Day at Consoling--

"Bakura, how did your meeting go tonight?" Dr. Turnquist asked from behind his desk. He made his office look welcoming, and kind. Not sterile like some of the other doctors Bakura had been to. Bakura generally liked Dr. Turnquist. He wasn't always asking him about feelings and didn't exanimate everything that Bakura told him. He didn't mind when Bakura started cussing or pacing around the room, or try to restrict him of his actions. Dr. Turnquist even took him out to play racket ball once so Bakura could release some anger. He was more of an older friend than a doctor.

"Eh," Bakura played with a rubix cube sitting in the comfy chair.

"Did you stand up and talk?"

"Hell no. I didn't even stay for the whole thing. I told you before I hate going to those things. I hate hearing everyone else moan and bitch all the time. And I HATE the people who always talk about God and shit." Bakura felt like breaking the rubix cube in his hands.

"Why's that?" The doctor asked sitting back in his chair.

"Because, they think God's SO high up. And that every other religion is so wrong. Fuck them! They don't know what the hell is right!"

"Do you Bakura?" Bakura heaved a sigh and tossed the toy onto the desk.

"No, of course not. Why doc you a God fearin' man?"

"Would you hate me if I was?"

"I don't know. Maybe not. You don't talk about God all the time or try to convert me, by throwing holy water on me. You know some woman did that to me once? I was in church, I was probably 6 or so because I didn't have a choice, I was forced to go." Bakura stopped in thought for a moment. "I hated going and having everything repeated to me over and over again. So one day I just got up and started screaming in frustration in the aisle. Ripping my hair out and yelling Egyptian curses...They thought it was a demon so they threw holy water on me."

"Did you stop after that?"

"Psh, no. I just did it more, freaked the shit outta them. Heh."

"Where did you learn Egyptian again?"

"Marik, my best friend...I think he's dead now." Bakura's stomach did a flip thinking about where Marik was.

"You haven't talked to him?" The doctor asked, concerned. This was something else Bakura liked about the man. He really cared about Bakura and always showed him this. Bakura knew that he wasn't a doctor consumed by his avarice.

"Nope. I'm pretty-" Bakura stopped. He didn't want to show the doctor his fear for his friend.

"I know how close you two are."

"How?"

"Your stories always have him in it of course. He seems to be a big part of your life."

"I'm not a homosexual if that's what your leading up to doc." Bakura gave him a half glare. But the doctor raised up his hands saying that's not what he meant or even thought.

"I just meant, that you two are like brothers. Do you have any idea where he could be?" Bakura shook his head noting that the last time he saw him was before he was shipped off to rehab and everything else in-between.

"Was he under the same conditions as you?"

"Sorta. He was into a lot of stuff with me. Drugs, drinking that kinda thing." The doctor nodded, "He was pretty tweaked though."

"Meaning?" Bakura laughed.

"Your so old!" He laughed and the doctor smiled. "I meant he always seemed a little nuts you know?"

"Yes. Well if you don't mind me saying, from your stories your friend did seem to show some...mentally unstable signs. His eyes always darting around, his paranoia, things you've told me." Bakura shrugged one shoulder, figuring he was right. He looked at his watch it was already 11. "You should get going, you've got school tomorrow."

"Don't remind me." Bakura growled, looking at the clock on the wall. "Didn't you guys close like, 2 hours ago?" The doctor nodded, stretching his arms. "Why'd you keep me over?"

"We weren't done talking. Is there something else you want to talk about?"

"Don't you have a family to go home to? And tell them about the wild white haired demon boy over dinner?"

"Bakura, you know everything in here in confidential. I'm free at 4 tomorrow if you'd like to stop by and tell me about school."

"I dunno. Keep it open, I might stop by." The doctor showed him out and Bakura headed home in his car.

--School--

"Class, this is Bakura."

'Please, please, don't say hello Bakura, please.' Bakura's pleads were answered everyone in the classroom stayed silent. The teacher showed him his seat in the middle of the class, behind a blonde haired boy.

"Sup, Bakura I'm Joey." Joey turned in his seat and stuck out a hand. He had honey colored eyes and his bangs covered one up. Bakura looked at it then slowly put his own hand forward and shook. He didn't say anything, just gave him a blank stare. Joey turned back in his seat and began taking notes. Bakura thought he would explode if he took any more notes that day. He was lucky that the bell rang for lunch.

"Hey Isikawa!" Bakura turned his head from his locker to see the blonde haired boy again. "Wanna sit with me and my friends at lunch?" Bakura nodded a bit. Joey waited for him as he changed his books and grabbed his lunch.

"Guys, this is Bakura Isikawa, he's new. Bakura that's Yugi, Triston, Duke and...Where's Carol at?" Joey asked sitting under the tree outside.

"Hi Bakura, nice to meet you!" Yugi said cheerfully. Bakura looked first at his tri-colored hair then at his sickeningly innocent purple eyes.

'Get me the fuck outta here. Its like fucking Disney land.' Bakura rolled his eyes and sat down.

"Where's she go anyway?" Duke asked the group.

"She won't say. Carol's another friend of ours, she's nice you'd like her." Bakura was busy trying to kill the boy with the dice in his ear to care.

"I'm sure," Bakura mumbled. The guys made a little bit of small talk through out lunch.

"It was nice meeting you Bakura. See you around!" Yugi and Triston smiled and left.

'If by that you mean, we'll meet again then your mistaken. The only other time I'd see you people again was if I was slitting your throats and killing your entire family.' Bakura smirked. It made him feel a little better. He only had one more class then he was free. He was assigned to the seat in the back, next to some girl who was drooling over him and an empty seat. 'At least there's not two.' 10 minutes into class, as the teacher was passing out papers someone entered.

"Carol, late again. This is unacceptable! I-" said girl showed the teacher a paper. The teacher stopped and gave her a look of shock. "I'm sorry Carol. Would you like to go to guidance?" The teacher put a hand on her shoulder.

"No, I'm okay. But this will be a regular thing...so."

"Oh, of course. I understand." The girl thanked her and walked toward the back of the room.

'Great, another whore that wants to suck my dick.' Bakura was having a party in his head. The girl had brown hair and dark brown eyes, and didn't even acknowledge Bakura as she took her seat next to him.

"Okay now trade papers with your neighbor." It was at this point Carol did a slight double take on the boy sitting next to her.

"How long have you been here?" She whispered as the teacher announced the answers.

"A day." Bakura said shortly.

"Welcome to fucking hell." She gave him a smirk.

"I've met your friends." Bakura growled, as if it were her fault.

"Ain't they just the shit?" Carol's eye twitched.

"Bakura, Carol! No talking!" Carol sat back up in her chair and then took out a piece of paper.

"I bet we'll all become fast friends!" Next to this message was Bakura hanging himself and her friends all standing around him with a cheery face on. Bakura snickered then thought of Marik, and how that was something he would write him. Then he thought about how he wished he'd done that. He'd even drawn pictures of a rope around his broken neck, bloody steadily seeping out. He crumpled up the note and put it in his bag, so no one would see it. He glared daggers at Carol and then turned his attention back on the teacher.

--Back at his house--

Bakura kicked all his crap around in his room. Soon he was on his knees ripping through a pile on the floor.

"It's around here somewhere. SOMEWHERE!" Bakura shouted, his digging getting more violent. He held up a pair of jeans and checked the pockets. "Why the fuck would it be in jeans?!" He tossed them aside and then stood up. He walked over to his bedside table and opened the drawer up. Once reaching the bottom he found a glasses case.

"Yes!" Bakura sat on his bed and looked idly at the glasses case. He didn't wear any glasses, nor did he need them. But he needed the case, because the fabric case made a great hiding spot. Not on the inside, where glasses were kept, but rather in-between the fabric.

+Flashback+
"Bakura, your next step is to get rid of anything that you have used." He knew what the lady meant-his drugs, alcohol, and anything that could case him 'harm'. The woman followed him around his room with a trash can, and he would take whatever it was he found and throw it away. He started toward his table, but stopped.

"Something wrong Bakura?" Bakura did want to get clean, in a sense. He really just went along with the people so he could leave faster. But during this 'phase' where he got rid of everything he wanted to be truthful. He thought about the small razor in the glasses case. He really did want to get rid of it, but knew he shouldn't. 'I have to stay true to Marik,' was his excuse. He sighed and kicked himself knowing that wasn't the reason. 'As a last resort. I swear on Marik's grave that I'll only use it if I really REALLY need to.' "Bakura?"

"Huh? Oh sorry, just trying to remember where else something is."

"Under the bed perhaps? Between the mattress?"

"Yea...Maybe"

+End Flashback+

"Marik..." Bakura sighed as he saw his reflection in the razor. He could almost hear Marik screaming in his ear.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING PUSSY MAN! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! FUCK BEING ALL QUIET AND SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT THERE AND GET SOME REVENGE FOR MY FUCKING ASS!" Bakura laughed. That's probably what he would say.

"I need to get drunk." Bakura thought aloud as he got off his bed. He knew a great place where they didn't card too! He smiled inwardly and grabbed his coat, then sauntered out of the house.


---Another City Nearby---
-Caleb's Mental Institute-

"Dooo doo dooooo. Squiggly dooo! Motha Fuka!" Marik sang to himself. He sat cross legged in a white room, in a straight jacket. He had a small window and a mattress on the floor, with a few pillows. In the corner there was a small camera, watching him as he sat on his back moving his legs as if he were on a bike.

"I never had a bike. I suppose its not too hard to do though," Marik told the camera. He always told the camera things when he felt like talking. He'd been told to do this, so that he wouldn't actually go insane. He sighed, rolled over, then got up. He began running around the large square room, laughing.

"What's he up to?" Someone asked, walking up to the television in the control room.

"Nothing new sir." The young man looked up at the older doctor, who was rubbing his chin in thought.

"He's been speaking into the camera has he not?" The young man nodded, "What has he been saying?"

"Just whatever seems to be on his mind. Just a moment ago he said he's never had a bike, and how it wouldn't be hard to ride it."

"Hmm.If he talks about anything you think I should know about alert me."

"Will do sir," the young man nodded and turned his attention back on the small black and white t.v. screen," he was one of about 20 people who just sat around and watched the patients that needed extra attention. Marik being one of the top 5.

"And the crowd goes nuts! Aaaaaaa!" Marik made the noise of fans. "Heh. Nuts." He smiled gave the camera a look. He looked around the room then looked straight up into the camera. "Hey! What time is it?" The man looked around for his supervisor, then looked at the small microphone he could use to talk to Marik. He really wasn't suppose to talk to Marik, but with simple questions like this he almost had to answer.

"10:45 pm." Marik nodded.

"How much longer until Wednesday?"

There was no answer, Marik sighed and looked at the ground, "Goodnight." He walked over to his bed and plopped down, turning over on his stomach. He'd learned by now that if he slept on his back in a straight jacket his hands would fall asleep quickly and he got horrible pains in his back and neck. They would be so bad sometimes he couldn't get up out of bed. But once every two weeks, they allowed Marik to go to lunch with the other patients, go outside, and sleep without his jacket. This weekend he would be able to experience this, he was pretty excited.

'That's disgusting...what the fuck have I turned into?' Marik clenched his jaw knowing he'd get out of here soon. 'I'd better, or I'm seriously going to smash my head between those big heavy doors that keep me in this fuck hole..' Marik closed his eyes and soon fell asleep...

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Huzzah! Chapter 1 done. Tell me what you think. You hate it you love it, its okay, your freaking awesome, maybe some ideas. That kinda thing. I'm surprised I wrote so much!! I did this in a good...3 hours? Maybe 4? I know-I have no life!!! An now I got to go to homework! Peace out! ^_^


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