This is pretty much my first multi-chapter fic posted on here XD I tend to shove my one-shots on here, and the only huge chaptered fic I wrote was for NaNoWriMo last November which I didn't post on here 'cause I wasn't sure who would get it, since it was kind of between me and my friends.
Anyway, I present to you Halfway to Nowhere :D
Halfway to Nowhere
Chapter 1 - Life Beyond These Walls
"Bollocks!" Came a loud cry from across the table. Bakura looked up with a slight grin at the sight of his supposed best friend sucking his finger. The tanned blonde was glaring at the needle in front of him with such venom that he wondered if it would explode into flames.
"Stab yourself again, Mal'?" He chuckled, looking back down at the sketchbook in front of him, covered in a mess of pencil lines and shapes.
"I don't know what's wrong with me today. I never stab myself with needles." Malik whined, brushing his fluffy hair out of his eyes with a pout. "Must be having an off day." He said off-handedly, inspecting the damned the sharp metal had done.
"Why not just run it through the machine like you usually do?" The pale boy sat nearby looked up once more, putting the pencil in his hand behind his ear as he sat back in his seat, one foot pulled up to rest on the chair.
"I promised myself I'd do this project by hand. I need to get used to not using a sewing machine." Malik replied. He'd put down his fabrics and was still glaring at the needle set on top of them, still sucking on his finger. He pulled it out of his mouth and winced looking at it. "Urgh, it's bleeding pretty badly."
Bakura leaned over and swiftly grabbed the other boy's wrist, shoving the bleeding appendage in his mouth and licking up the blood. Malik retracted his hand quickly with an indignant squeak. The albino just sat back again with a throaty laugh. "You're so squeamish." He commented, pulling the pencil again to finish off his sketch, whatever it was. He was just drawing whatever came into his mind really.
Malik had designed a pretty intricate pattern for the pair of jeans he was making for someone on commission. They were also part of the project he was currently doing where he was focusing on needlework rather than using a sewing machine, since everything he'd done so far had used machines in order to save time. Bakura thought it was pretty crazy considering how stressed the Egyptian was getting with it, but he didn't mention it, lest the pretty boy bite off his head and stop giving him free coffee. He liked his free coffee, and his head for that matter.
"What are you working on then?" His friend asked him, peering over the edge of the sketchbook as much as he could from across the table.
"Nothing to do with class. I'm taking a break from that. Watercolours are driving me nuts." Bakura explained, biting the end of his pencil with his canines. "They keep screwing up the paper and it takes ages to sort out when I scan it."
"Why not just tape the paper down to the desk? Or use proper paper?" Malik suggested, picking up his needle again with another pout. The thread had come out of the end now too.
"Paper is too expensive, and taping it down doesn't help." Bakura explained, a small scowl appearing on his features, "I don't know why this guy wants me to use watercolours for this. My CG work is way better."
"Don't leave it too late like last time." Malik warned him, "Akefia was really pissed off with you when you missed that last person's deadline."
Bakura grinned to himself. Yes, he knew Akefia had been pissed off at him. But he'd shown it in a much more interesting way than the class had seen. "Bastard should've known I couldn't get it done in two days when I had about ten other things to do too. Akefia forgave me quick enough though."
They worked in silence for a while as Malik tried to work with his sore finger, now happily clotted and not bleeding all over his work, and not stab himself a second time while Bakura still sketched whatever it was he had in his head. It turned out the be the demon someone online had actually wanted from him. If it was good enough, he'd outline it and scan it before sending it as a preview and beginning to work on it in Copic markers. He figured he might as well use this for the order instead of something completely new.
Since coming to university he loved how easy it was to find art supplies to work on commissions. In fact it was openly encouraged to do commissions and all resources in the building could be used for it. Which often meant Bakura stole a lot of things without paying for them but he figured he had to fork out enough money to pay for the tuition so he might as well get everything he could out of it. He had the same mindset in high school and college too, although he'd had no decent excuse back then.
"Fuck, what time is it?" Malik suddenly asked, setting down his sewing and yanking his phone out of his pocket.
"Nearly five." Bakura answered before he could open it, going by the clock on the wall behind his fluffy friend.
"Shit, my shift starts at half past." Malik cursed, quickly darting up and scurrying out of the door to go to what Bakura knew would be the Fashion studio to put away his materials. His assumption was correct when the younger Egyptian came back empty handed. "We still on for drinks tonight, 'Kura?"
"If you can pry yourself away from Daisy Duke long enough to strike up a decent conversation with me, yes." Bakura looked up at him with a smirk, knowing Malik would be annoyed at the nickname he'd given the blonde's boyfriend.
"I'm sure I can, dude. Laters!" He waved farewell, rolling his eyes at the albino boy before rushing out of the double doors and leaving Bakura alone in the studio. He wasn't actually alone, he just sort of refused to talk to the other students in the room. They were decent people, but Bakura was anti-socil half of the time unless the person really took his interest, which the people in his class unfortunately didn't (with the exception of his tutor, but he was another story entirely).
Hopefully I'll update this every Saturday, with the exception of the next couple of weeks since I'm on holiday.
R+R, it makes me feel loved :D