Bathroom refuge

"Sure, just ignore me." I whined when Bakura continued to ignore me even after Malik left. Then bit back another whimpering plea as Bakura sent a look that was less then happy.

"I was just contemplating what I had just set in motion." Bakura replied impatiently. "I forgot to tell him he'd be dead if he bothered Ryou....." but then giving me a half smirk he had obviously come to a conclusion that he found satisfactory.

"What?" I demanded, slipping into my old moaning habits once more.

"If you're going to be like that you can leave." Bakura snapped as he walked across the room to a wardrobe. Opening it he bent over to inspect his shoes closely.

"Ok then." I tried to make my voice less annoying as I floated over to and to the middle of the exact same wardrobe; I ended up floating just above his head. "Could you possibly disclose what has you in such a good temper?"

"No." Bakura stated blankly as he pulled out a pair of light blue and white sneakers.

"Please?" I tried to sound as obliging as was ghostly possible; drifting around in front of him as he turned away from the wardrobe sneakers in hand.

"Oh all right." Bakura gave in. "it wasn't that important really.... I was just thinking that if Malik was stupid enough to bother Ryou, then he would deserve to die, and so it would be much easier to enjoy his death." He finished off, his smirk returning, along with a slightly dreamy expression, as if he found death enthralling.

"So did I deserve to die because of my personality flaws?" I asked following him as he walked over to his bed to put his shoes on.

"Well considering your following..." Bakura looked for a second slightly sheepish; that look though was quickly covered by a look of tolerance, as if I were a bothersome little child. "You are notorious for moaning and whining, so it's quite possible that in the short term you did deserve it."

Now if anyone else had said that I would have most likely have flown into a rage, but now all I could do is sniffle and wail. Only a small flicker of doubt showed that he had any regrets for what he had said.

"If that's what you think..." I forced out between choked sobs. "I don't think I'll haunt you any more." With a last look back I floated out of the room. Who wanted to be with a spoil sport like that anyway?

Making my way through the most deserted passages, and up the least used stairs I made my way practically unseen back to my bathroom. All this time I fought back the emotion that wanted to surface. Any of the few students who came across me I made a point of going straight through, disregarding their uncomfortable wriggling, dark comments, and outright curses.

When I finally did reach my, all too familiar, domain though, I let it loose, all the pent up frustration and feelings of loss, screaming at the ceiling. "What a jerk!" I yelled at the bathroom walls. Diving down in a rush I turned all the taps on in one great swoop; creating the physical kind of tears I could no longer create.

"Why?..." I sniffed returning slowly to my position atop the girls' sinks. 'Why did I have to fall for such a self-centered prat?' there had after all been Harry, Ron, and the other boys that had come through my bathroom for reasons proper and some not so proper, some of them very good looking; why did I though fall for the single one who would lead me on like this? I thought we had something. Well that shows how much I knew. Resting my forehead on my knees I let myself go, let myself sob until I could cry no more.

yaminakathy: ah, probably not. Sorry.

simpleinsanity: Yeah, it's plot went down the drain, but it's 47 chapters, so it's almost done.