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Summary: Bakura needing a job decides to become a telephone operator, bus driver, cab driver, etc.
Title: Bakura's Job Spree
Bakura scanned through the job-search newspaper.
"Stupid Ryou," Bakura mumbled to himself, "He just had to get all fucking hormonal on me. Stupid little girl."
Earlier he awoke to the sound of breakfast being made, eggs beaten in a bowl to be scrambled in the pan, pancake batter poured onto a hot skillet, a tea kettle whistling, coffee pot dripping, the smells were even better and he quickly jumped out of bed as his stomach made a rumble. It had been three months since he realized that a corporeal body could be formed with the right spell and while it took some time, originally, to get used to the idea of the physical sensations he had long ago forgotten, it was not hard to fall back into the normal habits related to a body.
Bakura happily bounded down the stairs, light as a feather, before he sat at the table in front of a plate and waited, patiently for Ryou to turn around and serve him.
Disappointment was the only thing that greeted him, that and rage, but rage and Bakura were long time friends, partners in enjoying the torment of others, etc.
In either case Ryou sat in front of his food and began to enjoy his meal while Bakura glared at the newspaper classified section that was thrown onto his plate.
How dare Ryou attempt to place limitations on what Bakura "Can or Can not do."
All it succeeded was in getting Bakura rather mad and Ryou bound and gagged in an upstairs closet with only a few bites of scrambled egg in his stomach.
Regardless, the message was made clear to him. Bakura needed to kill Ryou in a very secret manner, assume his identity, and receive the money that his father sent him weekly.
Or, Bakura can let Ryou live, but only as a servant, and start forging a place for himself in this new world.
Hesitantly, Bakura opened the newspaper and started reading. He skimmed quickly over those that looked too hard, or, Ra forbid, too little pay.
It wasn't like the old days 3 thousand years earlier when all Bakura had to do was dig up a few graves and live in the good life with hookers, the best food and drink, a few more hookers, and a couple dozen slaves.
'Damn those archaeologist!!' he thought as all the hot spots he once knew were wiped clean of goods and/or placed with guards carrying sub-machine guns. Then, the worst part that really bugged him was that they didn't even spend all the gold, or jewels, and priceless artifacts on themselves. They did it for (gagging gestures) charity.
He stopped at an ad. It said ...
"Lots of MONEY. Easy. Paid by the end of the week." Sure, it didn't really specify what kind of work it was but if it was a lot of money, and if you were paid by the end of the week he was sure that he could survive through some menial labor.
He circled the ad in red pen as he folded it under his arm and ran off to were the ad the ad specified.
Luiniliel: Hello. In case you haven't noticed, I went through and changed some things, expect a ton of additions and snips to made. I wrote this originally in high school and, not until now, did I realize exactly how poorly written it was. Sorry.