A/n: I wrote this chapter instead of doing my maths homework because sums bore me and antagoshipping makes me happy. And the reason Marik is so out of character is because I suck.
Bakura and Marik slowly made their way to the cafeteria at lunch time. They had been kept behind for the fact that the teacher had only just realises they hadn't done any work all year.
The cafeteria consisted of about 15 long, gray tables filled with students chatting and eating. Most of them were full apart from one which only had one occupant. Seto Kaiba. He didn't have any lunch and was just sitting there reading a book.
The two of them made their way over to him, grumbling because they had both forgotten their lunch and was hoping to steal some of Kaiba's.
Kaiba glanced up as they sat down opposite him and closed his book.
"Hey Kaiba." Marik smiled at him, glancing at Bakura to make sure he wasn't about to screw this up.
"Hi." Bakura said bluntly.
"Hello." Kaiba said, his eyes lingered on Bakura before fixing on Marik.
"So we all know why we're here," Marik glanced at Bakura again. "Erm so Kaiba when's a good time for you to see Bakura."
"After school's is fine, I don't particularly have to be anywhere." Kaiba drawled, his eye's still on Marik.
"Great!" Marik said, elbowing Bakura in the ribs. He grunted.
"Yeah thanks Kaiba." Bakura muttered. Kaiba glared at him.
"You know if you have something better to do please feel free to leave. It's no skin off by back if you don't want help." Kaiba snarled. Bakura glared into sapphire eyes, to his surprise there was hardly any anger in them. They seemed almost dead.
"No I want help." Bakura said looking way from those unsettling eyes. "Please" he added after another attack on his ribs.
"Right then," Marik smiled nervously. "I was thinking about having it at our flat or maybe that might be too obvious with Ryou being there..."
Bakura wasn't really listening to Marik. He eyes were fixed on Kaiba's face. Thankfully his eyes were on Marik so Bakura could stare freely. His face could have once been handsome but was now thin and sunken, the sharp points of his high cheek bones jutted out of his pale skin. There were dark circles under his listless eyes and his hair that could have started styled, was now shaggy and fell into his eyes and hung around his neck.
Bakura's eyes fell down to Kaiba's folded hands. They looked like the hands of a skeleton. The fingers were long and seemingly fragile and the veins on the stark white surface stuck out clearly.
The hands suddenly slid off the table and onto the owners lap. Bakura looked up to see Kaiba looking at him. He was shocked that Kaiba wasn't glaring. Maybe he didn't have the energy to glare. He was going to be a hell of a teacher.
"Or maybe you could just do it here, you know, on the sly." Marik finished still smiling.
"That's probably for the best." Kaiba said, finally turning to Marik. "I defiantly wouldn't like him coming to my house or me going to yours."
Marik gave a small, confused smile, trying to work out if he'd been insulted or not.
"We can go in the library; hardly anyone uses it after school." Kaiba got up. It seemed like now everything had been sorted, he wasn't going to hang around making small talk.
"Bakura I shall see straight after school in the library, try not to be too late." He walked out of the loud hall probably to go to the place they had just been discussing, well it wasn't really a discussion, it was just Kaiba telling them what they would do.
It was odd that he had let Marik speak of so long when it was clear he had already decided what was going to happen. Maybe he was just being polite. Or maybe it was just simpler to let him talk.
Marik turned to Bakura,"well, I thought that went pretty well."
"He barely stayed 5 minutes and you did all the talking." Bakura said, resting his head on his hand.
"Yeah but you hardly argued and he's still going through with it, that's what I call success." Marik said, counting out the change in his pocket.
Bakura sighed and gave Marik all his change too. He wasn't hungry any more, his mind was on other things, namely why Seto Kaiba looked like he was slowlydying.
