"I hate you," he said.
She rolled her eyes, heaving in a great sigh. "Fine!"
"No; I really hate you." Bakura breathed so huskily, it sounded very much as if he was growling. His big, brown eyes, like those of a large dog, were glaring at her. They were like daggers thrust straight at the soul of the gamine standing across from him.
He folded his hands together neatly in front of him, resting them on Kaiba's desk, where he was currently sitting. Various curse words and other such obloquy had been freshly limned on the CEO's hitherto spotlessly clean desk, and in permanent marker, no less. Naughty Bakura.
"I said fine!" screeched Miho Nosaka. "What the hell more do you want from me, you… jerk!"
Bakura smiled, giving her a smile that reeked of business-like humor. "Well, for one, I want your soul," he pointed out.
"Can't have it. If you even try, Yugi'll kick your butt, AS always."
Bakura frowned, trying to remember whether his petite, starfish-headed rival was back from his vacation or not.
"And he's so much shorter than you, too," the blue-haired girl added, a smirk flaring on her face over a barely-suppressed giggle.
"Why you…" Bakura made strangling motions with his arms. He actually looked quite ridiculous whilst doing this, but try telling him that yourself and see how you like life with no arms. His mischievous classmate just stuck her tongue out at him, scrunching her eyes and nose together. The former tomb thief growled. "You're really going over the edge."
"I'm going over the edge? Me? You're the one who made my boyfriend leave me!" Miho fairly wailed. Bakura rolled his head to show how much he cared.
"Oh, boo hoo hoo. I did not. Ryou was leaving you anyway. Since he's visiting England a lot more now, he has a girlfriend over there, someone he's known since childhood. That's a lot longer than he's known you."
Miho looked confused. "So?"
Bakura smirked. "So indeed. You are such an airhead, you really don't understand, do you? Look at you! You're so possessive. You knew Ryou was shy, but you always try to make him stick up for himself and force him into situations he didn't like."
"No I didn't," she protested, although her voice was heavily laced with guilt, making it sounding more like she was pleading. And she added, just for good measure, "Tomb robber." A mean-spirited smile of triumph crossed her face, but the thief smirked.
"Then why doesn't Ryou trust you?" was all he said. His tone changed when he said this; instead of an angry sea, frothing over its edges, it was a calm, tranquil lake, precise and to the point—and most importantly, nerve-shattering. Miho's right eye began to twitch almost at once.
"He should!" she averred. "You know he should!"
"I don't think so, gamine." Bakura smiled cruelly.
"Hey, shut up! I deserve to be trusted!" Miho whined.
Bakura emphasized rolling his eyes. He knew that annoyed her. "No you don't," he retorted.
"You're just saying that because I'm a girl!"
"What if I am?" Bakura said, angrily rising to his feet. "Oooh, sexism; it's scary, right? As a cheerleader might say, 'Like, yawn.' I'm becoming quite tired of this conversation; I had nothing to do with Ryou and you breaking up; Ryou has a new girlfriend now, and he's in England, so just shut up and leave me be—alone." The thief grabbed his backpack and started heading out of the classroom. Miho's face went into a pout, before stretching into a deep frown after he left the room.
"Augh!" she shouted, kicking an unfortunate leg of Kaiba's desk with the toe of her sneaker. She did this, not without regret. "Ow!"
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