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Title: Bottom Of A Bottle

By: KuroSakura-chan/KuroSakura

Category: Yu-Gi-Oh

Genre: Drama,

Summary: Seto Kaiba has always been a loner at school. Now in his
senior year, his adoptive father has transferred him to a public
school after his last fight with a faculty member. Here, he's found
another loner, one who intrigues him. But what will he do about the
moral issues the other does not share?

Couples:

Warnings: Yaoi, First Person, Drug Use,

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

…

-Bakura-

“'Kura. 'Kura, dude, wake the
hell up!” A darkly-tanned hand bearing a gold ring on the
middle finger waves in front of my face, forcing my attention back
from...wherever. I blink and turn to face the amethyst eyes of
Marik, who's hair looks ridiculous as ever, standing straight on his
head. “'Bout damn time you rejoined us.” By “us,”
he means himself, Malik, and Otogi, the last two being high on
lithium at the moment, so they don't care what is going on. “I
wanted to know what your take on the new guy was.”

I roll my eyes, looking away from
Marik to search out the tall brunette in question. Sometimes I
wonder about Marik's preoccupation with the meaningless drivel called
gossip, but I still humor him. “He saw me with Keith.” I
say after awhile, though I am not answering his question.

I notice his instinctive wince, and I
wonder if it is because the new brunette saw me, or if it is because
I am still sleeping with Keith for my fix when I can't scrounge up
the money. It doesn't really matter, because I will do what I want
in all aspects of this life I've been forced into. Not that it is
much of a life.

“Well, he's still alive, so I
guess that is a good sign...” Marik mutters, the two of us
watching the brunette make his way through the chaos of the cafeteria
to sit alone at a table in a corner.

Neither of us say or do anything for a
moment. “Mine,” I finally say, standing and threading my
way through the crowd. Granted, most of them parted so I could
easily get through, but it was still a chore to get around those too
stupid or new to fear me properly. All the same, it does not take me
long to reach the empty table my target has made is own. I'm mildly
entertained by the people who are too frightened by my target's
glares to sit at the table with him. Add me to the table, as I sit
beside him without asking if he'd mind, and people won't even look in
this direction without obvious morbid curiosity or an interest in
furthering the gossip mills.

My target turns to shoot a glare at
me, but pauses, his eyes widening slightly. After his slight pause,
he continues his quest to glare at me, though the glare has lost most
of its potency. I'm not sure why, I mean, if he's going to glare at
me, he might as well go the whole way. That's what I think, at
least. Shouldn't waste the effort.

“You watched longer than I
expected.” I say after several silent moments. I hadn't
expected him to stay quiet.

The male chokes, breaking his glare
from focusing on me. I snicker, and his glare returns. I just smirk
at him, waiting for a response from him. I'll make him talk to me.
I'm really, really good at antagonizing people until they do what I
want.

“You...” He stops, and I
can tell he is uncomfortable with whatever his question is. “You
are in a relationship with a teacher?” But apparently, he can
get over his discomfort.

“No.” I answer. “I'm
not in a relationship with anyone. I just fuck who I want to fuck.
And Keith. But fucking Keith is more of a necessity.” I give
him the smile that Marik calls my lunatic smile.

He frowns, and I have to give him
credit for not responding to my expression. “So, you sleep
with your teacher to pass your class, then.”

“Oh, so it's not even a question
this time? You must think you have me all figured out.” I
laugh, and the people closest to the table cringe away. “But
no, I don't fuck my teachers for grades. I can pass just fine on my
own.” I set my elbow onto the table so I have something to lean
against, and lay my head upon my hand. The other is quiet, giving me
time to simply watch him.

His hair is a...light-ish dark brown,
if that is even possible. I believe it is, as I am looking at an
example of it now, but few pay much attention to my descriptions
anyway. I suppose it would better be explained as dark brown hair
with light streaks when the lighting is right. The strands fall to
the middle of his ears, though they get longer the further back on
his head, reaching the end of his neck in the back. I find I'm drawn
to that neck, the pale skin almost taunting me with its unmarked
surface. Tearing my eyes away lest I ruin the game by moving too
fast, I skip his lips, knowing myself far too well, and jump right
into the eyes. I had only gotten a glance when I left the classroom
this morning, so while I knew they were blue, I had no idea how blue.
There's something to be said about eyes that manage to capture the
color of the sky with the shine of fresh ice. I could lose myself
for hours just staring at these eyes. I feel like I've seen them
before, but those are memories I'm not allowed to recall. If those
memories surface, I won't be able to keep my tenuous hold on sanity.
Still, even as I shove those memories back into the tomb I created
for them, I feel the overwhelming urge to review them. Only the need
to take care of Ryou makes me drop any thought of allowing my
previous life to take hold. He deserves better, for putting up with
me throughout everything, so those doors stay closed.

“-why?” I manage to catch
the last of his question, pulling myself from my thoughts.

“Because sometimes, I don't have
the money to pay him.” I venture, guessing that he wants to
know why I fuck Keith. He seems to be the type to continue
questioning until he gets his answer. Which might help the game
along, now that I think about it some...

“Pay him?”

This time I roll my eyes. I have no
interest in answering every damn question he has. “Tell me
your name.” I demand, smirking at the immediate scowl that
blooms on his face. “Come on, I answered your questions.”
I prompt.

His scowl deepens, and I'm almost sure
he's not going to answer me, but his mouth opens, and he answers.
“Kaiba. Seto Kaiba.”

I grin. “That wasn't so hard,
now was it, Seto?”

“I never gave you permission to
use my first name.” He growls immediately.

I laugh, unable to stop myself. I'm
going to like this game. “Now, now, Seto...”
I purr, leaning close to him. “That's no way to treat your new
friend, is it?”

Seto
is quiet for a bit, staring at me like he is half-horrified and
half-interested. I hope the interest wins out in the end. “And
you?” He finally says, his voice oddly steady for the
expression on his face.

I
blink at him, trying to figure out how his question makes sense with
the last bit of our conversation. It takes me a moment, but I
finally figure out that he is asking my name, ignoring the last bit.
I glance away, feeling a questioning thought brush against mine and
notice Ryou sitting with Marik and the others. I stand, intending to
go to my hikari, and glance back at Seto. “Bakura. My name is
Bakura. Search me out if you're interested in more.” I smirk
at him and saunter away, done with my game for now.

A/N:
Sheesh, I haven't been able to stop working on this chapter since I
started! Anyway, there's chapter 2. R&R?

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