The Castle, Part 3: Some People are so Ungrateful!


A.N. This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be. Yami Bakura's personality is fun to write for. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. However, I believe I do own some of Yami Bakura's thoughts. I own thoughts that aren't mine. Weird. But I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, and I still don't get money. But this is fun to write, so I'm doing it anyway.

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Even though I had managed to find Tristan, that didn't mean that I knew my way around the castle. We ran upwards, away from the guards. Away' was good enough for me.

Knowing that I was in for a long run, and was currently possessing a body that didn't quite make the school's healthy fitness zone, I paced myself. What good would a lead do me if I couldn't keep it up? Tristan followed my example; however, he was much more athletic than Ryou, so soon, he was leading the way.

For a few minutes, the only sounds that came out of our mouths were those of heavy breathing, excluding the Tristan made when he stubbed his toe on the stairs. We had been running for awhile now; it felt like we were pretty high off the ground. Not that there were any windows to look out of, but we had climbed several flights of stairs.

Not bothering to turn to me as we sprinted up yet another story, Tristan asked, Hey, Bakura? What was it... you did back there ...using that magic card... but for real?

Ugh. Now was not the time for a discussion about my Shadow Powers, and I told him so. Not now, those guards are still behind us.

I could sense him frowning at my response. Fine. But something's up with you, and you're gonna tell me what.

So suspicious. Didn't I just save your worthless hide from those guards? Ugh. No respect... However, I noted that perhaps he wasn't as dumb as he looked; unlike his little friends, at least he had noticed something was off. Maybe there was hope for him yet...

I watched him pull hard on a steel door in the hallway. It didn't budge. Ugh! It's a no-go, this door is locked. Come on!

I hated taking orders from other people; it made them think that they were in charge (imagine that). However, it's not like I had a choice. We moved on.

By this time, I was panting heavily. Ryou really needed to get in better shape. Tristan seemed to be tiring, too. And that fresh load of guards would be coming any moment...

Look! A way out! Tristan's excited voice cut through my thoughts, and I saw that he was right; an open doorway stood at the end of a final flight of stairs. Light streamed in, blocking a clear view of the outside. Exhasted, but still wary, I slowed my pace slightly. There might be an ambush, or something equally unpleasant outside.

The idiot in the trenchcoat kept barreling forward at full throttle, however. Well, if there is an ambush, better him than me. It'll be easier for me to get us out of trouble, if I'm not caught as well.

Looking up ahead, I saw that Tristan was paying for his stupidity dearly. Ahhh! Ooohhhaaa.... Ooooo... Woah, wohh...ahhhhh!!!!

Amazing, the amount of differant exclimations of fear one could voice in a matter of seconds. I caught up to him; he was trying to maintain his balance. He had charged forward into the light, so eagar to escape that he hadn't bothered to look at what he was doing. We were at least five stories high off the ground, and Tristan was teatering percariously on a ledge leading out to nowhere.

I shook my head inwardly. As an experianced theif, I knew better than to risk things like running out into broad daylight without looking first. However, Tristan wasn't an experianced theif. And if I didn't do something, he wouldn't be getting any more experiance at all, except for maybe the experiance of death.

I could have easily grabbed Mokuba off of his back and let him fall to his doom, but... no. That wouldn't be right. Besides, if I saved his life, maybe he would become my ally; perhaps I could get him to help me steal Yugi's Puzzle and the other Millennium Items. And everyone deserved a second chance.

So, I reached out, and grabbed the end of Tristan's trenchcoat.

He was leaning over at amost a 90ยบ angle; screaming something intelliagable. When I caught him, though, he stopped shouting, more surprised and relieved than anything, I suppose. He kept his legs bent but stiff; at least he knew not to try to pull with my weight as I hauled him up, as that would disturb the weight distrabution.

Grunting with effort, I drew all of the strength that Ryou's body had left (and then some), and pulled his friend onto the ledge. Man, he was heavy. This'll teach Ryou not to lift weights... I muttered inwardly. Gasping for breath, as well as out of exhileration, I glanced over Mokuba, making sure that the boy was unharmed. He was.

Tristan was panting heavily, too. After a moment of paced breathing, he turned to me. I owe you one, Bakura, he said.

Funny, he didn't remember that later...

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Short, yes, but I'm working on the next chapter right now! This is way more fun than I expected it to be!

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