A/N: I hope you enjoy... Think of this as a pilot episode.

Warnings: ... There aren't any yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh... Or the characters... O.o, wait. I own Earl, he's a product of my overly fertile imagination.

Bleed Like Me --- Chappie 1

Bakura moved like a wraith through the clubs dim interior. It was nothing like the flashy dance clubs Malik usually dragged him to, in fact it was more gothic than anything. And it was his haven. Nobody except the bartender knew his name and nobody except the bartender knew he frequented this dark little hole in the wall. It was the perfect getaway since both Malik and Marik had the keys to his house and would never think to look for him here. While Bakura adored both his lovers sometimes it was nice to just be... Not so close by.

So he came here.

He swaggered to the bar and plopped down on a stool. "Earl." he called, flagging down the bartender.

"Bakura! The usual?" Earl was a big, beefy, bald man in a black Slayer t-shirt with a dusting rag.

"'Course." But it didn't really matter what Bakura said, for as soon as he opened his mouth to speak Earl set the drink down in front of him. "Thanks."

Earl shrugged. "All I ask for is generous tips." When Bakura just smirked he shrugged again. "It was worth a shot. Check out the new act." the man indicated towards the stage before returning towards his various bartending tasks.

Bakura navigated around the small candle lit tables to get closer to the small stage.

Sitting on a lone stool was a boy that closely resembled himself. Maybe boy wasn't giving him enough credit. He looked to be about Bakura's age, just smaller in stature. White bangs fell in front of his eyes as he strummed out a simple chord on his guitar. He only looked up when the last words of the song came. As the word "Alone" resonated throughout the room their eyes met. Bakura looked into the deep chocolate orbs and was surprised by how much sadness they held.

With that he rose and exited the stage. Soft applause followed him but the loudest was from one specific table. A good percent of the occupants looked extremely out of place. Only two of them were wearing proper leather and chains and Bakura was fairly certain they went to his high school... Come to think of it even the guy on stage looked familiar.

Bakura went back and sat watching the door the performers used. When his miniature finally came through the door he was glomped by those Bakura assumed to be his friends.

"Ryou!" They greeted him in turn, congratulating him on a performance well done. But he shook away their praise with a small smile and made his way towards the exit, friends in tow.

When the door swung shut Bakura turned back towards Earl. "So about the new act..."

"Comes in here every Friday 'bout the same time. Sometimes the peanut gallery comes, sometimes it doesn't. Does two songs a set, one cover, one original... They're always good."

Bakura smirked at Earl before putting down more crumpled bills than necessary. Then he chugged his drink and winked. "Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you not asking for i.d?"

Earl just smiled and moved away, taking his money with him.

Bakura smirked again. Ryou... He didn't know what it was about this one in particular but Bakura did know that he would be back the next Friday.

A/N: Wow... For the most part that was completely pointless but it's just the beginning. So tell me what you think so far... (In case you missed it that was me practically begging you for reviews).