Disgustingly Perfect

Yami no Bakura's POV

Yadonushi's thinking about her. Again. For the 400th time this morning. Yes, I've counted. Of course, when you're stuck in a soul room with absolutely nothing to do, that happens, doesn't it?

I growl irritably as her image pops up yet again. How long do I have to endure this torture? It's bad enough that he hangs out with Yugi and her everyday! But no, he has to go ahead and think about her and bring her up even when he's not with her!

Crushes are stupid and pointless, especially when they're directed at Yugi's stupid friend, Anzu. Oh great! I just reminded him of her again!

She turns around in her seat, perfect cinnamon hair swishing around her face. She smiles all too perfectly.

"Hi Bakura-kun!" she greets, grinning enthusiastically.

I feel Yadonushi's heart beat faster, his breathing becoming shallower, his cheeks turning hot as blood rushes up to his head. He replies, unable to mask the slight shakiness in his voice.

Stupid Yadonushi.

They start chatting about random things. Anything that came to mind they would talk about. I feel my anger growing each time she talks to him. I feel my anger growing at Yadonushi for not doing anything to make her his.

That's it.

I grin, a plan unfurling itself in my mind. I can see it now...I would be doing them both a favor. Yadonushi would be getting what he wanted, Anzu would ultimately thank me later.

They both chat until the end of the class period, now signaling that lunch was about to take place.

I can wait till the end of school. It can wait.

"Yadonushi! Come here!" I order, dragging his consciousness into my soul room.

He stumbles, snow-white hair spilling over his shoulders as he regains his balance. Hazel eyes glances at me, confusion filling the orbs.

"What is it, Yami?" Ryou asks. I smirk, knowing that he knew I wanted to do something.

"I'm going to borrow your body. Me and Anzu need to have a little 'talk'," I explain. My smirk grew bigger as his eyes widened,

"No!" he cries out, figuring out exactly what I was going to do. His hand reaches out to grab my wrist as I speed past him.

I stop, not looking back at him. "You know you want it, Yadonushi. You know you want me to do this."

"Don't, Yami!" he cries out again as I continue my walk.

"I'm just doing what you're afraid to do!" I shot back. He calls more, but I don't stop this time. I keep pushing forward until the familiar sense of consciousness greets me.

Vibrant colors, so different from the deep purple and black of my soul room, floods my vision. The scents of snacks, must, and other unidentifiable things fills by nose. The soft touch of the spring breeze caresses my skin, flinching at the sudden sensation. Muddled voices of students passing by crams into my ears. But one voice, one face, one scent stands out from all the rest.

"Bakura-kun? Are you ok?" Anzu's voice floods into my ears, a sweet melody amongst a background of clashing noises. Her hair swishes in the light breeze, every stand cut to absolute perfection. Crystal clear blue eyes gaze at me, worry apparent in them.

Shit. Yadonushi's been in control so long, the body reacts to her even when I'm in control!

I smile, the mask of Ryou Bakura covering my face, voice, and hair. "I'm alright, Anzu. I just spaced out for a moment," I assure her falsely.

She smiled sweetly. "That's ok. We all have our own little worlds we live in," she jokes, falling instantly for the mask. I smirk mentally, commenting to Yadonushi on how gullible she is.

"We do, don't we?" I agree. "Hey Anzu, I need to talk to you."

Anzu gives me a quizzical look. "We're talking right now," she replies blithely.

"I mean, alone. With no other people around," I explain. "Does it make you uncomfortable?"

Anzu shakes her head, the same perfect smile on her face. The same, disgustingly perfect smile. "I can trust you not to do anything like that, Bakura-kun."

Ah, so gullible and blind. I smiled sweetly, falseness dripping from it. But she doesn't take a hint.

"Follow me," I tell her. She nods as she starts following my trek towards a secluded part of the school. There we go, not too fast so she gets suspicious, but not to slow that it'll take forever to get there.

After about 10 minutes, we arrive in a secluded alcove of the building. Hardly anybody comes here. The perfect spot for my plan.

"So, what is it you want to talk about, Bakura-kun?"

So foolish. The perfect victim.

I place a hand on her shoulder, gently nudging her against the wall. A weird look passes on her face, but she shrugs it off.

"You know, Anzu, I've been thinking about us," I whisper, letting my mask slip a tiny bit. My voice changes, the gleam in my eye changes, but that's it.

"Us? Bakura-kun, what are you talking about?" Anzu is getting nervous. It's obvious in her voice, her eyes, her body posture.

"Us. You and me," I explain placing my other hand on her shoulder.

"Bakura-kun, please take your hands off of me?" Anzu asks politely. But she's scared. I know she is. She'll attack, but it won't phase me at all.

I smirk, flinging the mask off. My hair flares out from it's restraints, the wind tossing the spikes around. That feels better. I feel my face changing slightly, eyes narrowing, jaw becoming more prominent, and other little things that come with the change.

"No," I respond. I look her fully in the eye. I grin. Fear is shining in the depths of her soul. She knows I'm not Ryou.

"Give Bakura-kun back!" She screams at me, making a move with her leg to knee me.

"No," I state again, slamming my leg into hers, pushing it back until it was pinned against the wall. I press my other foot on her other one, pinning it to the ground.

"Get away from me, you bastard!" Anzu screams again. She wiggles, but I have her in too good of a hold for her to escape now.

"You want this, Anzu," I purr, nipping her jawline.

"I do not!" Anzu screams in protest, but I feel her body responding slightly as I continue attacking her neck.

"I'm sure you do," I respond, leaning back slightly so I could look over her body. I look over her body shamelessly, my eyes resting on her chest.

"Stop looking at me!" she protests, again trying to wiggle, but it was futile.

"I'll stop when I want to stop," I growl at her. "And most girls would like to know that someone thinks they have a nice body."

"Well I don't!" she objects. She starts squirming, screaming, yelling, all at once.

"SHUT UP!" I shout at her, before capturing her lips with my own. She tenses for a moment, letting my mouth work against hers.

But she regains her composure and bites down on my tongue. Hard. Normally, I'd consider that a bit sexy, but she did it so hard it's no where near that.

"DAMMIT!" I swear, pulling out of her mouth. I stagger backwards as I feel a spasm of pain along my crouch. Damn, damn, damn! Why couldn't she be those girls who comply when they find no route of escape?

I was about to pin her again before something tugged at my soul. Dammit! Yadonushi is forcing me out! I fight against him, unwilling to give up control of my body.

Why do you stop me, Yadonushi? You know you want this!

/I may, but I'm not letting you take Anzu farther than where she wants to go!/

I have everything under control!

/NO YOU DON'T!/

I feel my soul being yanked away from my body, rolling back into darkness.

............

I hear the scene repeat itself over and over in Yadonushi's mind, rage gnawing at my stomach.

"Anzu!"

"Get away from me!"

"Anzu, it's me! Ryou!"

"How do I know that? How do I know that your other self isn't pretending to be you?!"

"I'm not him, Anzu...It's just me, Ryou..."

"Bakura-kun, if this is you, tell your other self to stay away from me!"

"I'll try..."

"Let's just take a break from one another, ok?"

"Umm...sure...whatever makes you happy."

"I'll see you tomorrow!"

She leaves.

Yadonushi's mad at me. No, more than mad. He's enraged.

He doesn't need her. He doesn't need somebody like her. He doesn't need somebody that's so disgustingly perfect.

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Most recent one I did, number 6. Another WTF shipping for me. It's hard to put Yami Bakura in "romantic" situations. Though this wasn't really romantic...But I'm proud of it anyways.