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Moaning with short breathe, Tea stifled the grunt saved in her throat as she bended down to catch her airs. Puffing and huffing agonizingly, she sneaked a furtive look behind and peered into the empty hall without the shadows of the white haired. She slumped down and yanked her head back to rest on the walls. Her hair was currently frizzled as her penetrating eyes fell deep into dazed pondering.
/What should I do? / Tea fumbled, twisting her mouth sulkily.
She tore her eyes away and rummaged back to the malicious look darted on his face a while ago. It was frightening, to know how much he desire to have her.
She slowly brought her legs near her face and shoved her chins to steady on her ankles. Apprehensiveness curled up inside her, urging up a patch of nauseate emotions.
/What am I suppose to do now? / Tea screeched in her mind, her eyes settled restlessly on the report snatched in her hand.
/Why Bakura, why are you making this so hard for me? / Tea's uncertain voice echoed in her brain, witnessing her pale gloomy face through the reflection on the window opposite her.
Suddenly, a fierce rumble broke the silence that fell around her. She looked up in alarm and found it to be spreading from the room beside her. Struggling to clamber on her feet, she peeked into the room through the small opening of the door. Her eyes widened to find people hustling, yelling, screaming and throwing papers which she assumed to be love notes. The room is wild without the supervision of a teacher. A mild frown swept past her face as she noticed a guy winking seductively at her. His gaze was followed with more stares that centered on her. Her face flushed a bashful red.
"S-sorry to disturb you, I-I'll be on my way." Tea stuttered and quickly flew away from the spot.
Tea was petrified to find a hand gripping her arm and halted her to her feet.
"Why in such a hurry?"
Tea's pupil dilated to find her ear drawn to the voice; it was a husky and somewhat scratchy tone that she is very familiar with.
She pressed down the fury inside her and resisted to look back.
The figure guffawed out loud and sniffed sourly. "I thought you are supposed to hand your report, why are you here in the hall, or better yet why are you in MY class?"
Ignoring his insolent voice, Tea stated solemnly without looking back. "I didn't notice that you are also in the room."
"Oh? And what would you do if you did? Run away like what you're trying to do now?" Bakura mused, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.
Tea grimaced and made a sign of disgust. "Whatever, I got to go." She insisted and her arm flailed to get free.
Bakura's tightened his clasp that it erupted a buckling sound. "No, I don't think so."
Tea shifted her arms yet again and was left to no prevail. Her eyes twitched in rage as she jerked her head to meet his malevolent face. A gasp left her mouth unconsciously.
"Nice to see you again." Bakura mocked, cocking an eyebrow.
Tea managed an indignant glare and turned to see pairs of mischief eyes pinned on them. Tea sweat dropped and cringed to find some guys scanning her with mute interest tugged in their eyes.
/Oh my. / Her mouth dripped open slightly.
"HEY!" A gruff tone snapped.
"Um...yes?" Tea heaped back to whoever the owner of the voice is.
Bakura spared her a scowl and bawled. "No, not you. You over there in the back!"
Tea nodded merely and looked up to see the blonde that Bakura is pointing at.
"Me?" The blonde replied in an innocently quizzical voice.
"Yes you!" Bakura snarled.
"What of me?"
"Stop looking at this girl with your sick eyes you hear!" Bakura accused hotly.
Tea's heart lurched and her face burned a beet red. The others exchanged bleak stares and only managed a grin.
"Oh yeah? What would you do if I don't?" The blonde declared boldly, hints of sarcastic danced in his voice.
Tea continued to gawk.
Bakura snorted filthily and bellowed. "If you don't? Well let me ask you, do you like darkness?"
The others squinted at him in confusion. The blonde however signaled a devious smirk.
"What if I do? And what if I don't? What do you plan to do?" The blonde chuckled evilly.
Returning him a ferocious grin, a piercing light illuminated the room as a golden like item hung around his neck.
The others shared horrified looks and trailed off into stiff breathings.
"Your answer is this." Bakura hissed bitterly.
Tea froze to witness the ring and felt a scream clench in her throat. She tore her eyes away from the item and strode a step back to see the wolf like expression on Bakura's face.
"He is insane!"
"Yes he is." The blonde agreed. "So the Millennium Ring is under your possession eh? Interesting. . . "
Bakura looked at him again, this time rather reluctantly. "You know what it is?"
The blond sneered flatly. "What? You think I don't? Don't mistake me for a moron."
Bakura stopped to look up and lock eyes with him. His intense stare is then followed with a croaky grin. "Very well then, I suppose I don't need to say anymore of its use, do I?"
"No." The blonde gagged promptly and rose to his feet. A slow smile curved on his lips as he tugged his hand in his pocket and took an item in the same shade color as the Ring.
The others examined the item and saw it to be quite alike the one holding in Bakura's hand.
"I-is that the Rod?" Bakura tossed him a tantalizing look.
The blonde simply nodded. Tea blinked and clamped a hand over her mouth in shock.
"And you are?" Bakura asked.
"The name is Malik."
A gust of wind swept by from the windows on the side and brushed a pocket of mist surrounding them.
"Well then, how do you want to settle this?" Bakura inquired in a monotone minded voice.
"You mean the items or the girl?" Malik asked and flashed the brunette a coy smile.
Mounting rage stomped against Bakura's chest at his kinky voice. He pulled a mulish face and warned. "Lay off man, she is mine."
"Oh? Who said?"
"ME!" Bakura bristled.
"Oh really?" Malik chirped less so enthusiastically.
"YES REALLY!" Bakura jeered vaguely, clenching his teeth in the process.
Malik's face inched into a skeptical manner as he spoke. "And she agreed?"
"Well . . ." Bakura halted to a momentary pause. "YEAH!" He finally squeaked.
Tea froze at the outburst, skin prickling, she rushed to reject bluntly. "NO!"
Bakura gave a blank blink and shot her a devilish sneer along with a husky rumble from the back of his throat which was assumed to be a grunt. A gleeful grin stretched cross Malik's face as he gave a thumb up sign gratifyingly.
"Go you!" Malik cheered.
"SHUT UP!" Bakura squawked defensively and linked her hands. "Let's go."
Tea stopped to take a keen look at him and fretted "What the hell? No you're not leaving your class and neither am I going with you."
"Whatever." Bakura muttered and rolled his eyes, continuing dragging her to slide away from the room.
Malik attempted a serene smile and commented. "Don't force the girl man that is not nice."
"You keep your mouth shut!" Bakura snapped dryly and traveled his squint back to the brunette. "Now I have something to show you."
A waspish scowl clouded over her face as her chest weighed with weariness. She quivered in rage and scuffed her feet that ended his blabbering. Seeing his taken back face, she arranged a collected face and informed in a needling tone.
"Bakura, I said I'm not going, there is no use forcing me."
Bakura gave a snort and argued. "Oh yeah? I'll make you, like I said using force means nothing to me. As long as I get what I want in the end, everything goes well."
Tea thrust a scornful look and the rage stuffed inside her leapt out. "Just who the hell do you think you are, I said no, and if you can't accept it. Then deal it yourself, I don't have time to listen to you talking craps." Tea squealed aloud, her expression engulfed with darkness.
A somewhat grave color plastered over his face as a hint of sorrow flushed in his eyes. Malik regarded a grin, nevertheless, his grin faded when he sensed the brunette glared at him, locking with menace.
"I have better thing to do, now will you let go!" Tea stormed.
His yelp was heaped back with a morose sneer and nothing more.
Feeling rather disturbed, her face turned sinister as she give a hefty kick at his leg. "LET GO!"
Distress drowned her face when his hand remained where it is, not a single wince. She looked up to see bends of sweat making down his face and his mouth flinched in pain.
Flashing a sly look wrapped with distaste, she spluttered. "Just what the hell is your problem, I said let go!"
He brooded over the pain clustered near his ankle, however, he strained to remain his face petulant and firm.
The whole class is now eyeing with rather troubled eyes. Stifling giggles can be heard from some girl huddled near the back corner. A few girls give a savage snarl at Tea, perhaps in jealousy.
Shocking with dismay, she nibbled her lips in pondering. A slight croaking sound motioned her to look up.
"A-are you okay?" A sour look lurked to her face as she saw twinge of pain visible on his face.
"Why do you care?" Bakura spat, draping with coldness.
"Fine, by like that." Tea hmphed and looked away.
"Tea?" Bakura started after a moment of silence galloped by.
"WHAT!" Tea barked. / Why did I go off and asked him if he is okay, it's not like I care or anything, stupid jerk. /
"Tea?" Bakura repeated.
"I said WHAT!"
Fuming under his breathe, Bakura grumbled wryly, somewhat bashful. "M-my leg hurt."
"I-"A faint blush danced around her cheek at his confession. "Well . . . "
Bakura looked up, a source of dazzling hope hidden in his pupil "Yeah?"
Feeling partly responsible, Tea heaved a sign and bended down and saw a dark purple bruise pasted near his ankle. She ran her finger gingerly cross his bruise which sends a shivering feeling down his back.
"Well . . . "
"Yes?"
"Well . . . it's your fault I kicked you."
Gawking, his mouth dropped open. "Oh you're accusing me!" he fought grumpily.
Malik simple grinned. "Nice.""
"Yes I am accusing you!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Snarling through gritting teeth, Bakura leapt his hands into the air in frustration, oblivious that by taking such motive, he had literally let go of her hand.
After a moment of daze, Bakura finally realized what just happened. "Fine, you can go whatever."
Blinking at his childlike whimper, she glimpsed upon his bitter face in need for some comfort.
Exhaling a monstrous sign, she retorted. "Let's just say I'm not so narrow-minded and that you happened to run into a VERY generous person. Sit down and I'll do your wound."
Her offer was heaped back with utterly shocked face, looking at her slyly.
Slowly, his lips inched into a smile, a simple, pleasant smile without the role of sarcasm.
His mouth almost twitched in a form that would spit out the word thank you till he rushed to press it down and instead he complained. "Well my wound is not going to get better if you keep standing there!"
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