Okay.. I know I should work on my other story.. And I really mean to.. But I blame the mad plot bunnies running through my head!!.. ;; ...Anyways heard this song today and all of a sudden this came to mind.. Not sure if it will be another one shot or more. (Saffron-Starlight I am thinking about unwell being longer but not sure, I guess if I get more requests for it I will. And thank you for that wonderful review if you read this!) Pretty much I guess it goes the same way either letting it stand or making it longer depends on the readers. Okay.. So on with this.

Disclaimer: I don't own this, not the characters, not the story and definitely not the song though I do absolutely love it!

The music pounded in his ears, actually it felt as though all of his senses were assaulted, not just solely his ears. He continued dancing, had no clue who he was dancing with, hell he didn't even know her name, not that he would have cared anyways. Most these people had no sense of the beat, just more preoccupied with trying to seduce those around them, a large mass of grinding bodies. He couldn't help but smirk as he thought that if you took away the clothes it would be little more than one giant orgy, though given what some people wore they wouldn't have much clothing to lose. The song ended and he walked away, not even a backward glance at the person he had danced with, he had better things to do than listen to some slut trying to get in his pants. It wasn't that he would have complained but that he had a different reason to be there tonight. He just wished that crazy bastard of an Egyptian friend of his would tell him what it was. Finally making his way to the bar he grabbed an empty glass sitting there and chucked it towards a blond male.

"HEY! Think quick!" Luckily his friend did and grabbed the glass before it made contact.

"Bakura you damn worthless piece of shit! What the hell are you throwing glasses at me for?!"

"Well get your tight ass over here and get me a drink!" Smirking the whole time, revenge could be sweet. After all it was this friend that bugged him nonstop for a month that he had to come. That he would just not believe his eyes. So now he was here and it "was almost time". Well that was according to Marik but who the hell knew what it was almost time for. As Marik set a glass in front of Bakura a new song started and this time Marik had an ear to ear grin.

"He's here."

Listening for a minute I recognized the song, Vertigo by U2. But it wasn't the trance like stuff they usually played here. Someone must have requested it.

"Who is here? I swear I am tired of your damn games." But all he did was point towards the door. I know I stopped breathing, I mean how could I not when seeing that. I will never forget that site as people parted before him, he was amazing, angelic, beautiful... and I hadn't even seen his face, I was much too far away for that. He was a vision of white. Silver hair surrounding and flowing over his body worn down, wild and free, a white silk shirt so tight it might as well have been painted on, white leather pants and to top off the look white boots. You add into that his creamy pale skin that blended in so perfectly and you were not quite sure if he had fallen from heaven moments ago.

Lights go down, it's dark
Your jungle is your head
Can't rule your heart
A feeling so much stronger than
I thought your eyes are widened
Though your soul, it can't be bought
Your mind can wander

He walked through the crowd, no, he danced through the crowd. They moved for him and his body matched the beats in a way that just didn't seem human, the grace and beauty. No one approached, no one tried to dance with him. I wondered briefly why but my thoughts were disrupted.

"Breathe Kura, breathe."

"Funny, real damn funny." But my eyes still hadn't left him.

"I knew you would want to see him." If his smirk got any larger I might just have to kick his ass. Though, this was worth coming here for.

Hello, hello (hola!)
I'm at a place called vertigo (dónde está)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
Except you give me something
I can feel

"So, what do you think, he worth more than a one night stand?"

"Who is he?" Hell yeah! definitely more than one night. Its crazy, I think I'm going crazy. I haven't seen his face, haven't spoken with him but I want him in a way I have never wanted anything or anyone before.

"I have a guess but no one knows for certain. He won't dance with anyone and never looks up at anyone. Besides, even if I told you my guess there is no way in hell you would believe me."

The night is full of holes
There's bullets ripping sky
Of ink, with gold
They twinkle as the boys
Play rock and roll
They know that they can't dance
At least they know

Marik wasn't kidding, he wouldn't dance with anyone it was almost like he was completely alone on that floor and wanted it that way. People would come up and ask him something but he never looked up, his mouth never moved. Some of the braver ones actually tried to go up and just start dancing with him. They were nothing compared to him and he knew it. He never looked at them just turned and danced away as if they had never been there.

I can't stand the beats
I'm asking for the check
Girl with crimson nails
Has Jesus 'round her neck
Swinging to the music
Swinging to the music

Some slut tries to dance with him. I growl low in my throat, not like it would do any good but for some reason even the thought of another touching him upsets me.

"Calm down Kura! Shit! You don't even know his name!" He is right, I know it, my brain knows it. My body and emotions on the other hand seem to disagree.

Hello, hello (hola!)
I'm at place called vertigo (dónde está)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
But you give me something
I can feel

"Some call him ghost, some angel. But no one has ever even heard his voice. My uncle gave the bouncers strict orders he comes in as soon as he gets here, no charge. Smart man, he always comes for this song. Just one damn dance and he is gone again but he packs it in on Saturday night. Kid is a damn urban legend already!"

"I have to meet him." I knew I had to.

"Good fucking luck! He will be gone in a minute."

Hello, hello (hola!)
We're at a place called vertigo (dónde está)
Lights go down and all I know
Is that you give me something

I turn to Marik for only a minute, was he serious?!

"This kid only comes in for one damn song?"

"Yeppers. Every Saturday, same damn time."

I turn back, I know the song is almost over and he is at the other side of the dance floor. If I want to meet him I have to move quick. I think in my haste I might have hurt a few people shoving them out of the way. Fuck them, this was more important and they got in my way.

I can feel your love teaching me how
Your love is teaching me how
How to kneel

I get to the other side and he is gone. The song is over and he is gone. How does someone like that just vanish?!


"Anytime handsome" I look over at the girl that said it and snarl showing off my fangs, she backs off. Figures.

"Never you whore."

Damn, I can't believe this, who was he? Do I consider this night a loss for him getting away or perfect for even seeing him? I won't forget and next Saturday I will be here.

Okay!.. That is it! So now it is up to the readers.. does it stand as is or go on? R&R letting me know!