A/N: Something sort of random... I don't know who she is! DX Who do you think? A canon character? Or a random OC? It's only Bakura if you look really close anyway. XD

Bakura (C) Kazuki Takahashi

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You don't understand, he hissed, his voice as harsh as metal on bone. I want you to tell me something I don't know.

She merely looked at him, as silent as she always was, pretending she didn't understand. But he knew she did, and it frustrated him, made him want to rip her open and force her to show what was inside.

Outwardly perfectly obedient, inwardly the most defiant girl he had ever met. And he couldn't bring himself to tear away.

To be honest—and he never lied—he hated her. Yes, it was convenient to have someone to carry out his orders without question, and to extol him as he deserved, but conversation grew dull with no rebellion on her lips.

Yet he knew that he would not have been happy if she resisted him, because that defeated her purpose as a servant. He was not easily satisfied.

It was most likely why he preferred to work with no assistance from ordinary mortals. Even his foolish host was just a burden.

He supposed he couldn't call her ordinary, though. Ordinary fools merely inspired his scorn. She just infuriated him to no end.

She stiffened when he dug his fingers into her shoulders and leaned in close. Tell me something new, he ordered, and her wide-eyed stare only drove him more insane. He was sick of hearing the same words over and over.

I love you, she said quietly, and he snarled, drawing blood beneath the cloth of her shirt. He always heard that—she always said that!—and though he'd smirked the first time, he scowled now. It made no difference that he could tell it was the truth; he wanted to see inside her. He wanted to see what she was thinking.

Something else.

And it was exasperating, too, that she didn't even flinch as he broke skin; where was the reaction?

Glowering, he drew back, turned away, readied an order on his tongue—and found himself interrupted at last.

Alright, she whispered. I trust you.

That stopped him.

He hadn't thought of it before, although now that he did, it should have been obvious. It seemed like it should have been obvious. She followed him almost blindly, unfailingly. If that wasn't trust, what was?

And here, she'd obeyed him once again.

She'd told him something he didn't know.

Smirking, he turned back, eyes narrow with satisfaction. She smiled blithely, as happy as always to have pleased him, not unsettled by his expression as so many were. It was unnerving at times, her exterior tranquility; if only he could look inside.

Tell me what's inside you, he demanded suddenly, and that she really couldn't comprehend. Frowning, he let it drop, the impossible—improbable, at least—order shatter between them. He wasn't going to waste time with inane commands.

Abruptly, he pivoted, leaned in, face inches from hers, the smirk restored. How do you know you can trust me?

She smiled maddeningly. I don't. That's what trust is.