A/N: Seriously, these reviews just ROCK. Thanks guys! - Live long and prosper! Whoops, heehee got carried away...Now then, on with the fic!
Tea felt the sting of early dawn light on her eyelids, and she sighed. Today was not looking good – she woke up with an instant headache. She slowly pried open her eyes, lifting a hand to shield them from the light streaming through slatted blinds.
She blinked groggily, trying to take in everything from her surroundings at once. The walls were a faded, murky blue – a spare bed lay across from her against the opposite wall.
"This isn't my room," she muttered to herself. "How'd I get here?"
She tried to sit up, and but something was holding her down to the bed – a pair of coiling pale arms, which twisted to life as their owner woke up. His hair touched her face, and Tea screamed as she realized she wasn't alone.
"Whoa, babe, what's the matter?" he whispered, and she tried to struggle out of his grip while turning to see his face at the same time.
A pair of dark eyes watched her from a pale face, a smirk wreathed in a heavy white mane of hair.
"Bakura!" she shrieked, managing to escape from his embrace at last. She hurriedly got off the bed, trying to desperately straighten her skirt and top, which had slipped lower while she slept. She took in his bare chest, her own rumpled clothing, and his slight smirk.
"We didn't – you didn't –?" She flushed red, and her headache pounded worse than ever. At the very thought, she felt nauseous.
"No," said Bakura, rising from the bed. "Believe me, I wish we had," he added, tracing a long finger down her bare arm. She shook him away, shuddering, afraid and disgusted.
"All this time I've known you from school and I thought you were my friend..."
Bakura laughed hollowly, tossing back his white head with bitter mirth. Tea breathed heavily, wondering what he meant.
"Oh, I see," he said, sliding alongside her, "You're confusing my hikari and I. The sweet little schoolboy you know so well? But you know me, too..." He paused and wrapped a snake-like hand around her waist to pull her closer, kissing her throat and collarbone. Tea pushed at him, trying to force him away.
"Get away from me!"
But he didn't move, and he was too strong for her. He pinned her to the wall, holding her wrists in one hand as he kissed her hard.
"Of course, I probably know you better as Magician of Faith."
Tea stopped. She suddenly recalled a distant memory that revealed to her who this really was. At Duelist Kingdom, she had entered into what a dark Bakura called 'a Shadow Game', where she had been played as the Magician of Faith. The real Bakura had been a card too – Change of Heart. Tristan had told her about getting rid of the Millennium Ring – but he was back, so the ring had to be here somewhere, too. Sure enough, she cast her eyes around and saw the golden object lying carelessly on the dresser.
"You're the Spirit of the Ring!" she gasped out, as all the memories clicked into place at once, solving the puzzle. She realized that this could never have been the real Bakura – he would never have done any of this. It was only the parasite spirit living off his body. And him – he was evil enough to do anything.
"I prefer Bakura – my hikari's name," he said simply, grinning wolfishly at her. "And no, we didn't have sex – but we did make out at the club. You can even thank me for those marks on your neck." He chuckled sadistically as Tea wrestled a hand away from him and touched the raised red bites on her neck. She shuddered, and he let her go. She stumbled, trying to escape him, but only managed to fall into his arms.
"I don't know why you've got such a problem," he whispered in her ear as he drew her into a tight embrace. "You liked me well enough last night."
"I was drunk," snarled Tea, trying to remove herself from his grasp. "I seem to remember you pushing some sort of drink on me – something berry?"
"Well, I remember you agreeing to dance with me, before you had anything to drink," he said, his lips twisted into an amused smile. "You poured your heart out to me. Something about Yugi, the great duelist champion and rejection?"
Tea froze, and her eyes clouded as she remembered her talk with Yugi yesterday. He didn't love her. He didn't even like her. Their friendship was probably over. He wouldn't want to be anywhere near her now. She'd messed everything up for herself, she thought bitterly.
Bakura understood he had hit an insight on her part. He decided to take advantage of that moment to kiss her, long and hard, running a hand down her arm, using the other to force her closer to him, her body fitting perfectly in the concave and convexes of his.
She broke away, staring at him, her mind spinning. He leaned closer for another kiss when the door banged open and they both heard a deep, hard voice they both knew so well:
"What is going on here?"
Without turning, Bakura buried his face into Tea's hair and muttered, "Oh, shit."
Tea felt the sting of early dawn light on her eyelids, and she sighed. Today was not looking good – she woke up with an instant headache. She slowly pried open her eyes, lifting a hand to shield them from the light streaming through slatted blinds.
She blinked groggily, trying to take in everything from her surroundings at once. The walls were a faded, murky blue – a spare bed lay across from her against the opposite wall.
"This isn't my room," she muttered to herself. "How'd I get here?"
She tried to sit up, and but something was holding her down to the bed – a pair of coiling pale arms, which twisted to life as their owner woke up. His hair touched her face, and Tea screamed as she realized she wasn't alone.
"Whoa, babe, what's the matter?" he whispered, and she tried to struggle out of his grip while turning to see his face at the same time.
A pair of dark eyes watched her from a pale face, a smirk wreathed in a heavy white mane of hair.
"Bakura!" she shrieked, managing to escape from his embrace at last. She hurriedly got off the bed, trying to desperately straighten her skirt and top, which had slipped lower while she slept. She took in his bare chest, her own rumpled clothing, and his slight smirk.
"We didn't – you didn't –?" She flushed red, and her headache pounded worse than ever. At the very thought, she felt nauseous.
"No," said Bakura, rising from the bed. "Believe me, I wish we had," he added, tracing a long finger down her bare arm. She shook him away, shuddering, afraid and disgusted.
"All this time I've known you from school and I thought you were my friend..."
Bakura laughed hollowly, tossing back his white head with bitter mirth. Tea breathed heavily, wondering what he meant.
"Oh, I see," he said, sliding alongside her, "You're confusing my hikari and I. The sweet little schoolboy you know so well? But you know me, too..." He paused and wrapped a snake-like hand around her waist to pull her closer, kissing her throat and collarbone. Tea pushed at him, trying to force him away.
"Get away from me!"
But he didn't move, and he was too strong for her. He pinned her to the wall, holding her wrists in one hand as he kissed her hard.
"Of course, I probably know you better as Magician of Faith."
Tea stopped. She suddenly recalled a distant memory that revealed to her who this really was. At Duelist Kingdom, she had entered into what a dark Bakura called 'a Shadow Game', where she had been played as the Magician of Faith. The real Bakura had been a card too – Change of Heart. Tristan had told her about getting rid of the Millennium Ring – but he was back, so the ring had to be here somewhere, too. Sure enough, she cast her eyes around and saw the golden object lying carelessly on the dresser.
"You're the Spirit of the Ring!" she gasped out, as all the memories clicked into place at once, solving the puzzle. She realized that this could never have been the real Bakura – he would never have done any of this. It was only the parasite spirit living off his body. And him – he was evil enough to do anything.
"I prefer Bakura – my hikari's name," he said simply, grinning wolfishly at her. "And no, we didn't have sex – but we did make out at the club. You can even thank me for those marks on your neck." He chuckled sadistically as Tea wrestled a hand away from him and touched the raised red bites on her neck. She shuddered, and he let her go. She stumbled, trying to escape him, but only managed to fall into his arms.
"I don't know why you've got such a problem," he whispered in her ear as he drew her into a tight embrace. "You liked me well enough last night."
"I was drunk," snarled Tea, trying to remove herself from his grasp. "I seem to remember you pushing some sort of drink on me – something berry?"
"Well, I remember you agreeing to dance with me, before you had anything to drink," he said, his lips twisted into an amused smile. "You poured your heart out to me. Something about Yugi, the great duelist champion and rejection?"
Tea froze, and her eyes clouded as she remembered her talk with Yugi yesterday. He didn't love her. He didn't even like her. Their friendship was probably over. He wouldn't want to be anywhere near her now. She'd messed everything up for herself, she thought bitterly.
Bakura understood he had hit an insight on her part. He decided to take advantage of that moment to kiss her, long and hard, running a hand down her arm, using the other to force her closer to him, her body fitting perfectly in the concave and convexes of his.
She broke away, staring at him, her mind spinning. He leaned closer for another kiss when the door banged open and they both heard a deep, hard voice they both knew so well:
"What is going on here?"
Without turning, Bakura buried his face into Tea's hair and muttered, "Oh, shit."