The noise is so loud! God-fucking damn it! I wish they would shut the fuck up cause I can't concentrate like this! 'SHUT THE FUCK UP!' I scream finally when I can't take any fucking more of the constant winging and screaming and laughing! Yes if you can believe they were laughing!

Everyone looked around at me but I just smiled my evil little smile and watched them shrink back cause they are all fucking scared of little old me! It's a good feeling and it makes me want to do something more than sit and watch them squirm. They need a reason to be afraid of me. Something painful involving a dagger, salt and a huge ass flame thrower! Hell yeah! I chuckled my little chuckle and some of the little bastards ran away screaming!

Why do they give jobs like this to people like me?

Hee hee. That shut the fuckers up. They can stare up at me with those puppy dog eyes if the want to but it only makes me want to gouge them out with a plastic spoon. I can't help snickering at this thought and the rest of the brats tear from the nursery screaming. Damn noise! But at least I got rid of them….he he….

I look around the now deserted classroom, bored now that my little victims are sobbing in the bathroom. There is always the sand pit or the playdoh but neither of them are flammable enough for any real enjoyment! I WANT TO BURN SOMETHING! The arts and crafts corner catches my red eye – and you have to fucking wonder how a guy with red eyes gets any sort of job – and my crazed smile widens.

That will about do it.

I saunter over with no one to challenge me for dominion over the safety scissors this time and cut cardboard into obscene shapes until my heart is content. A particular shaped one looked just like the real thing with the right amount of glue on top….kinky as fuck I assure myself whilst wandering if it's wrong to be turned on by this.

Not that it matters. A couple of matches will remedy the evidence!

Fire! FIRE! Burn burn burn!

I hadn't even got a flame going when that fucking man came into the classroom with that look on his face. I held up what I'd made like those little bastards had done to me all fucking morning! 'Do I get a gold star for effort?' I asked, laughing madly. 'Or creativity? It's quite authentic – maybe you wanna keep it?' I laughed again as I made some suggestive actions with my hands – some of which were very creative – and he went as white as the paste on my art project.

'Ba-Bakura-san,' he began shakily as I stuck the cardboard to the window and began licking the paste of my hands. Tasted salty. 'I don't think you are very suitable for this position. I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to leave.'

Damn, and I wanted to be a nursery teacher too. I suppose I could just burn the building at night instead. Less bodies but it would still make a hell of a smoke cloud! Hell yeah! I stood up and waltzed over to the uptight man, a dark smile on my face again. I was bored once more and he could easily keep me occupied until they called security.

I loved the way they man handled me.

'Do you like fire, sensei?' I ask innocently with the forgotten matches suddenly springing to mind. He was fucking petrified of me and it was turning me on. Any more and I was gonna fucking jack off right in front of the kids, teach them a thing or two about life. Little bastards! Fucking noisy bastards they had driven me to this! I lit a match and let it burn until it scalded my fingers. It hurt like fuck but I didn't stop it.

I grabbed his balls suddenly and he hit me across the face. I fell to the fucking ground and it fucking hurt! Bastard! But I was laughing anyway 'cause he was blushing like a little virgin and I know he wanted to fuck me right now over the sandpit…

Ah, just like home…

But as luck would have it security came. They were just as red as sensei and they liked my artwork, I could tell by the bulge. I flipped onto my back and propped my head up with my burnt hand. 'Do you wanna fuck me in turns or come at the same time?' I laughed playing with another fucking match and letting it burn to my fingers again. They blanched. Obviously the first option. The bastards were all hard. I could smell it.

What kind of fucked up nursery was this? Well they employed me didn't they; that has to be some indication of their perverted standards.

'Do we need to use force or are you going to come quietly?'

I thought about this question seriously. 'I never come quietly! I'm a screamer,' I taunted falling onto my back and rolling onto all fours. This was seriously fucking turning me on. They stared at me but since I had run out of matches I was forced to find something else to do.

I crawled over to the security guard like a bitch in season and said in my most Ryou-ish voice 'On second thought I think force will be necessary…'

'This is your final warning Bakura-san,' the guard said and I though of all the uses I could find for his baton. There were so many fucking ways it could be fun but none of these bastards had an imagination. They were all too busy trying to disguise the fact they were hard.

I bit his leg because I fucking felt like it! Hell yeah first blood to me! I wish there were more fucking matches! At least I got them to chase me!

They were slow as fuck so I jumped on the window sill and looked to the ground two stories below. My fist flew through the glass and cut it to ribbons. The blood was fucking going everywhere! Blood! Blood! Blood! The smell of it! The taste of it! I was cheering like a fucking maniac at the sight of my blood!

I wanted more!

I licked it off my hand and managed to get it all over my face. Those bastards were getting jealous!

Another person appeared at the door as I smashed my head through the glass to get more blood. It fell all over the place! On the floor and on the windowsill and …hell…

It was stuck in my head!

She looked like she was going to be sick and I picked up the art project that had fallen on the floor and made a suggestion or two with it ...He he... I really am quite creative!

'Bakura-san's pick up is here,' she stated quietly.

She caught my attention.

Pick up?

I was curious and bored so I let the security guards drag me out of the nursery. The fucking little brats were staring at me like I was some sort of fucking lunatic with blood and paste all over my fucking body. I needed someone to lick it off! The very thought of their tongue was enough to make me throb.

That kept me occupied till we got to the car park.

No fucking way! Why would that bastard be there? How the fuck did he know where I was working?

How the fuck did I get a job in the first place?

Too much to think about.

I need a drink.

Standing affront a 'compensating for something' huge ass limo was that smirking bastard Kaiba. What the fuck did he want?

'Get him in the car,' Kaiba demanded as he got in himself.

Seemed I wasn't getting any choice in the matter.