The Duke of Deceit
By GRose522
Chapter Four
Bakura sighed heavily as he flopped onto his couch. Now that the kid was gone, he could finally relax. Fortunately, the kid hadn't seen past his lie about the boarding school thing. The truth was that Bakura had done some research last night and found out all he could about the kid. He knew that Ryou barely saw his father thanks to the work of the elder Mr. Bakura (Ryou's father, not the duke of deceit), and that Ryou had gone to seven different private schools before finally starting at Edison Prep. Bakura smirked again. The kid really didn't know what he was getting into when he agreed to learn stuff from the King of Thieves. Not only was he an expert at lying, but he also perfected a custom type of martial arts, could steal almost anything, knew more about acting than most movie stars. On top of that was the fact that he was an expert hacker.
Bakura's smirk disappeared and he sighed again. He wish he could have had someone like Ryou around when he first ran away from his adopted parents home. It would have helped him a lot. He may be a confidant bastard now, but back then… let's just say it had been pretty bad. He had known all his skills before then, but he had to perfect them in a short few months, or risk being found dead in an ally somewhere.
He sighed yet again and tried to stop thinking about those dark times. He stood up and walked to his bedroom, fully prepared to go to bed and sleep for at least ten hours. Who knew training a kid could be so much work?
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As agreed upon, Ryou met Bakura at the Duke's apartment, and then from there to the dojo. Ryou was surprised to see that it was the same dojo that he passed every day to and from school.
"Will you need help finding your way here from wherever you live?" The older man asked him.
"No. I can manage on my own." Ryou replied.
"Can you?" The thief asked with a smirk. Ryou blushed a nice shade of rose and Bakura chuckled to himself at how innocent the boy was. Why he wanted to learn how to lie was completely beyond all fathoming for Bakura.
"What size are you?" He asked the boy as they entered the dojo.
"16" Ryou replied. Bakura went over to a rack lining one of the walls. On it lay several gi. The dojo was much like the gym in Ryou's school. It was basically made up of one large room with smaller rooms for private use. through another door. The floor was covered with mats and all around pairs of people were practicing.
When Bakura had found two gi that were to his taste, he led Ryou into one of the smaller rooms and instructed him on how to wear it. He then left the room so Ryou could have some privacy. For some reason, Ryou was oddly touched by this. But then, why should he be? It was only polite to give someone a bit of privacy when they're changing. Maybe it was because Bakura seemed like a person who would invade on someone just for the fun of it. Ryou shrugged. Who could even begin to fathom what goes on it the thief's mind. He finished dressing in the gi and went out to the main room to wait for Bakura.
Not five seconds after he had come out, that the thief appeared.
"Okay. Today we will just start by learning how to stretch properly. Next week you'll learn how to punch. From there you'll go on to learn how to kick, jump, and then put it all together. I know it's a slow process but your mussels will thank me for it."
"Yes sir." This prompted another smirk from Bakura. He was having too much fun. He hadn't been this amused since that slut tried one of his uptight business partners into her bed.
For the next forty-five minutes Ryou suffered through learning how to stretch properly, which was have boring, half interesting. From there he went to school with several pains he wasn't used to.
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"Ryou!" The white haired boy turned at his name and saw Yugi bounding towards him. He smiled. Despite the fact that he lived in a cruel, cruel world, Yugi had always been amazingly innocent.
"Hey Yugi." Ryou greeted the small teenager as he started walking with him.
"Hey Ryou. Did you get your defense class schedule?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Monday, Wednesday and Friday after school." Ryou didn't bother telling Yugi about the Friday mornings or Saturday night thing. Yugi didn't need to know.
"Cool. So can you come over on tomorrow night so you can sleep over?" Ryou practically froze when Yugi said that. The next day was Saturday.
"Umm, I don't know. I think dad was planning on calling that night. Can I get back to you on it?"
"Oh, sure." Just then the bell rang and the two boys went their separate ways.
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Ryou knocked on Bakura's door and entered. That was what he was instructed to do, and by kami he was going it. He didn't want to get on Bakura's bad side. Just his voice when a subject he didn't like came up was enough to make Ryou shiver in fright. He hoped that he never got into a fight with the tanned thief. Ryou probably wouldn't make it out in one piece. Ryou was snapped out of his musings by the very man he was thinking of.
"You want to talk about something." Bakura stated plainly. Ryou gave him an odd look for a moment before saying,
"Are you sure that you're not telepathic?"
"Yes, now, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"Uh, is there any way I could get out of tomorrow night?"
"Permanently?"
"No. Just tomorrow." Bakura smirked.
"You can have it off, but just to let you know, I was going to give tomorrow to you anyway. You can't possibly learn enough in one hour to hang with my crowd."
"I see. Thank you."
"Uh-huh. Now, on to your lesson."
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GRose522: Tell me what you think.
Bakura: And remind her to not make me so OOC.
Ryou: You're just saying that cause you don't like teaching stuff.
Bakura: Whatever. R&R!
