Boredom and a cry for help

Bakura snarled. The annoying girl was finally leaving him alone, so why wasn't he happier about it? He should be ecstatic over finally being left in peace. So why wasn't he? It wasn't like he had done anything wrong anyway. The stupid girl just took him too seriously that was all. What he had meant was that everyone deserved to die at some point in their lives. He knew that he, for one, had brought his own fate upon himself.

He had done what he had for a good cause. He knew he had. It was right to want to avenge your family after all, especially since what had been done to them was so heinous. The problem was that he had gotten it wrong. He'd blamed the wrong person, and tried to attack the pharaoh instead of Akunadin, when it had all been Akunadin's fault and the pharaoh hadn't even known about it.

Sometimes he hated himself for that. It hadn't exactly been his fault; or at least, that was what the pharaoh said. That was the only reason he had been forgiven. It certainly wasn't because he had 'made up for it' or anything like that. He hadn't. In fact he had made it his hobby to be as annoying as possible to the pharaoh. It made up for all the times Yami had defeated him.

Well, no, it didn't really, but at least it helped ease the sting of it. Or it had anyway. Until that bastard Shadi had separated him from his hikari. He could actually sympathize with the pharaoh over that one. Losing his yadonushi had shaken him, and he had ended up retreating to the shadow realm to recover. Of course, there he had met Sirius and come to this school, found Ryou again, and met Myrtle.

Stupid girl. This was all her fault. If she hadn't run away like she had he wouldn't be thinking all this stuff. He hadn't been thinking about the pharaoh since he arrived here so why was he starting now? He wasn't sure but he knew one thing. It was all her fault.

He needed to do something. Frowning, he looked around the room; the bare plain room. Something needed to be done about that. And the one who would be best at decorating the room would be Ryou. His yadonushi was exactly the one he needed. And seeing as it was almost dinner time, the boy shouldn't be too hard to find.

Smirking now that a plan had been thought of and a course of action determined he headed down to the library to find his hikari. Sure enough there he was, reading a big book about Hogwarts. Well, time to get started.

"Yadonushi, you're coming with me." Bakura said calmly, grabbing Ryou by the arm and pulling him up towards his room.

"Hai Bakura-san," Ryou replied, sounding slightly nervous, as shown by the fact that he had reverted to Japanese. "Ano – doushite?" He looked up at Bakura nervously.

Bakura smirked down at him. "You're going to help me decorate my room."

"Aa," Ryou agreed happily. "I'd love to. What do you want it to look like? Are you going for a specific theme or something?"

"I don't care." Bakura replied flatly. "You can do what you want with it as long as you don't make it all sweetness and light or anything like that. I just got bored with it being plain and decided I wanted something other than white."

"Okay," Ryou smiled. "This is going to be fun." Then he suddenly paused, frowning. "But where am I going to get the materials? You need a lot of stuff if you're going to redecorate you know."

Bakura blinked. He hadn't thought of that. But the answer was simple enough. "I'll create it. It's not that hard to do and it'll give me some practice. I haven't been using my magic nearly enough lately. Oh; speaking of magic, how's yours coming? I know this is a school so you should be learning how to use it right?"

Ryou beamed up at him. "Hai!" He said excitedly. "It's great! I love learning magic! I'm not actually very good at it, but it's fun! I'm good at memorization bits too! This magic's really cool!"

Bakura smiled at him fondly as he kicked open the door to his room. "That sounds nice hikari. I'm glad you're enjoying it."

"Sugoi!" Ryou's eyes crinkled up as he smiled. "This is going to be really fun! Now I need two buckets of fast-drying black paint, one bucket of gold paint, preferably real gold or something, but it doesn't have to be, and a bunch of brushes. Oh, and a paint roller."

Somewhat bemusedly Bakura summoned the items for him and was ushered out of the room. Ryou had practically ordered him to stay out of the room until he was finished. He would wait; but it would have been more fun if Myrtle had been there with him.