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I know, I know it's been soooo long since I've last updated. But I've read ur guy's stories and reviewed so you know that I'm still alive! ^__^ okay, now on to the story, but first let me tell you me good news. You know the reason why I had stopped writing was because I wanted to get my college application done for early decision on November 1? Well now that it's over, I found out (they only do this for student-athletes) that I got into Princeton! So …I am very happy ^__^ no, excited, about this…and I'll get the official letter on December saying I got admitted, I already got a likely letter (same thing as the official letter except unofficial)…and so now I am very happy! Woo-hoo! Go Princeton tigers!

Okay back to story!

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Bakura walked out the bathroom, a black scowl on his face. His eyes were still watery from all the pepper spray and there were lumps forming on his head, not including the nice black eye that was now turning purple.

As he walked out in only his jeans, his shirt slung over his shoulder (wow can u imagine that hot picture! Omg, can't even think about it), hair still wet, he came upon Tea lying down on her couch, her eyes closed, hands resting behind her head.

So beautiful, he mused, yet so deadly. What really happened to her? Was it as bad as she really said it was?

Tea knew he had come in but when he had made no sound, she slowly opened her eyes, and looked at him.

"See something you like?" she said, an eyebrow up.

He smirked faintly as he plopped down on a chair. "You wish mortal."

Tea ignored his response. "We need to work on the homework," she said, her lips barely moving as she sat up.

Bakura watched as she lazily swung her legs around to stand.

"It's not going to work you know," he said abruptly.

Tea paused, a finger about to hook a strand of hair behind her ear.

"What exactly do you mean?" she said coolly.

"It's obvious that you're not going to change from what you used to be, all this play acting isn't going to fool the Council."

Tea crossed her arms, oh really now?

"This is my first time on the job," she drawled, "give me a break."

"No," he said flatly, his eyes intense, "all this pretense is so obvious! You've changed, there's no way back for you here. The only problem is that you have to pretend to go back but you can't…argh! This doesn't make sense even to me!" Frustrated he jumped up and started pacing back and forth.

Tea watched him walk back and forth and another memory rose up in her mind. Bakura was standing there with a loose white shirt, slouched on a bench. What is going on with my mind? Why does Bakura keep on reappearing in my mind, I thought I had sealed all my memories from earth, away.

She had had enough. Enough of this world, she now just wanted some peace and quiet. Away from this boy that elicited these strange memories, away from the crazy earthlings so insignificant in strength and might. As Bakura ran his hand through his hair, she took her leave. Disappearing into thin air by her glove.

Bakura turned to speak to her, but she was gone.

"Damn that bitch!" he swore in anger, pounding his fist on the couch in anger.

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Tea reappeared into a empty park. The wind ruffled her clothes as the sun began to set. Around her was green pine trees that held chirping birds.

She didn't know what to do. The longer she stayed here the more uncomfortable she felt. These people had no idea what she went through, to see them walk past her, only seeing her beauty and not the pain and suffering, the blood, sweat, and tears, irked her.

She put a hand in her pocket, and took out the communicator that linked her to the council.

"Council, it is the Superior. I…just went to school today. Very amusing to see earthlings again-pause-have you decided whether I was speaking the truth about the attack? Get back to me when you do-pause-it's not going to work. Me being here, you'll just lose your position when the Superior isn't there to do your chores…

Click. She turned the communicator off. Ha, I just lost my chance to 'look' normal, she thought sardonically. But what the hell, there was no way I could go back there. Earth…has no place for me.

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Next day.

Tea came back into the house to the sight of Bakura waiting in the living room with blood-shot eyes.

"Where the hell were you?!" he roared. "Because of you, I had to stay up late!"

"Worried?" she said, brushing past him, Bakura trailed behind her.

"Hell no, woman! The others found out that you were gone and made me stay up!"

Suddenly she stiffened and threw Bakura to the floor.

"What the fu--" he cried as Tea crouched.

"Ballir'sho'narir," Tea said, a dangerous tone in her voice, "show yourself out, you bastard."

A man appeared in the air, wearing a similar black glove on one hand. Tall and slender with purple hair that hung in short bangs in front of his stern face, the man moved toward her with a leopard's grace. His emerald eyes met her cold blue ones.

"The council seemed to make a sudden reversal of their decision," the man smoothly, "how strange isn't it? You've only been on this desolate planet for only two days or so, a real pity they had to change the decision."

Bakura warily looked back at Tea and the guy with the weird name. Who was this guy? He seemed to be…one of those alien people.

The air crackled with tension.

Tea relaxed her hands at her sides as the man leaned against her couch.

"Isn't it?" she said calmly, her voice daring him to oppose her.

The man smiled, his eyes hooded as he looked at his hands, "…I just thought it interesting."

Ballir cocked his head at Bakura, "I didn't know that was your type or else I could have arranged something for your pleasure."

Tea glanced at Bakura who was now glaring at her.

"This is one of my former self's acquaintance," Tea said, dismissing the white-haired boy with a negligent flip of her hand. "But to the point, you are here because the council has reversed its decision. Now that you have delivered the message, you may go."

The man's smile broadened, "No so fast, Superior. I asked a favor of the Council to see how good of a fighter you really are. They agreed. To get back, you have to fight me and win. If I win, you won't go back, stuck here forever."

Tea shook her head sadly at Ballir. "Why do you wish to court death? Are you mad that when you came back from your travels that I, the human, had become a Superior? The fate that you were supposedly destined to have? Sorry, my friend, jealousy won't get you anywhere. Face it, I could kill you from where I stand."

"To get back, you go through me," he said softly, never moving from his place.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds. Then opened them, a fierce gleam in her eyes. "I've always wondered how good you were, you who was supposed to be as high as the Superior. Since the Council decrees it, than so be it."

She strolled slowly to Ballir until her lips were next to his face.

"But," she breathed into his ear, "I'll litter your body parts all over the place that you won't even know that you were ripped to pieces. No one will recognize you, when I fight, I go all out…got it?"

Ballir laughed at her response as he faded out, "Don't worry Superior, I don't plan on losing."

He disappeared, his laughter still ringing in the house.

Bakura slowly stood up. Tea was standing, with a thoughtful look on her face.

"Is he good?" he said, ignoring the questions that were in his head.

Tea slowly looked at him, she had almost forgotten he was there. "Yes," she said simply, "but not good enough. I would prefer not to kill him, he would be useful in the defense against the invasion."

"When is it?"

"He'll show me a signal, and I'll know," Tea said in a tone that suggested that the subject was finished.

"You can go back home now."

Bakura stared speechless at Tea as she walked back to her room. First she made him stay up late and then threw him to the floor and then just dismissed him! He clenched his teeth in anger. No one forgot about Bakura, never mind that the millennium items were returned back to its original place.

As he started after her, he remembered what she had done to the tree. He pulled back, grimacing. Perhaps not a good idea after all.

Tea sat on her bed, gazing out the open window, curtains flapping. As her eyes traveled along the stars way above her, she wondered what her army was doing now. The only thing she cared right now.

The wind ruffled her loose hair, making her appear like a sad goddess of spring. Her school clothes flattened against her body as she moved to the window sill. No one would have guessed that she was warrior and a murderer of innocents at the bequest of the Council at the same time.

Her lips parted slightly as she remembered all those that she had killed and to the torture and pain she had gone through to become the Superior. An obsession that had turned her into an empty shell. But no, I'm still human, she thought mockingly. My one weakness. I still have the capacity to regain my emotions, no matter how hard I try to suppress them.

A single tear trickled down a pale cheek. Tea lifted up her hand and brushed the tear onto her hand.

I'm crying, she thought in disbelief. This is the first time that tears have come since that day.

A bitter smile spread on her beautiful face. How ironic, I'm crying for no reason, but when I was in pain, I never cried. I thought I was all dried up.

The tear glistened on her hand. So innocent and pure, she thought bemusedly, as she turned her hand, letting the moonlight play on its surface.

"No bloodstains on my hand," she whispered into the night. "Innocent on the outside, devil on the inside."

What was the purpose of her life now? Becoming Superior had been fulfilling for awhile but now, there was no point. She was just another puppet for the Council. To save the galaxy from the invaders and then banished again until another disaster occurred. Even if she were to stop, how would she be able to repent for all those she had killed, innocent or not.

As more tears rained down her face, she thought to herself, tears are falling yet I don't-can't feel them.

"Viva forever," she said softly. The invisible blood on her hands would not be washed away, staining her until death.

"I am truly weak. Just two days back and I already regret being what I am after having the chance to return back…"

From below, Bakura watched the girl known as Tea stare into the moon. She looked like a nymph of the night with her hair blowing around her face, fragile and delicate with her pale skin…She actually looked human.

He strained his ears for her whispered words. "Viva forever."

The girl turned away from the window and closed the shutters.

Bakura slowly walked away, hands in pockets. Why did he suddenly care what happened to her? She was just Tea in a different personality. The sooner she was gone, after she defeated Ballir, the better. He would be in no danger from her.

He paused and took one last glance at her silent house.

And then shook his head, why should he care for her well-being? She was just another girl.

"She's just another girl," he muttered under his breath and trudged away.

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Okay sorry if there was only Bakura and Tea dialogue! So yes, I finally updated! Go me! Okay okay, I'm sorry it took so long! Please Review!!!!!!!!! Pretty please with a cherry on top? (bats eyelashes) I won't stop batting my eyes until you do! ^__^