Possession
Bakura turned to see the boy who had dared to harm his host. It wasn't as if he actually cared for his host, or at least, he would never admit to caring about him, but Ryou was his and he had always been possessive. He glared at the youth - Malfoy didn't he say his name was? – assessing his potential. The boy was thin, and not wiry either, but thin in the same way his host was. Also, Malfoy, like most wizards, had no magical aura to speak of, and would have been hard put if he ever needed to do magic without the power source that was his wand. He didn't look like he was going to be any trouble. The one standing behind him, however...
"Malik." He hissed. The ex-tomb keeper bit his lip and nodded. Bakura could feel his rage escalating far beyond his usual state as he stared at his former partner. He growled slightly, deciding to let it out before he hurt somebody innocent.
"Don't you ever touch a hair on his head again! Do I make myself clear?" He took a menacing step forward and watched as Malik cringed backwards against the wall. He knew that he looked terrifying at moments like this but he didn't care. Malik had seen him angry before, although never at him, and he had every right to be angry. They had tried to hurt his Ryou. Before he could do anything, though, a strangled noise from Sirius intervened.
Bakura glanced over at him, and then dismissed his presence as irrelevant. "How dare you assault him?!" He snarled, mindful this time of their audience. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, then slowly relaxed.
"How was I supposed to know you would care about him?" Marik asked reasonably, seeing that he was letting his anger go. "Last I heard you two had been separated and you'd left."
Sigh. "I don't let go that easily." Malik looked down, silently agreeing. "Fine. I'll get you later. But for now-" he found himself interrupted by Lupin the annoying.
"Whatever you seem to have against this boy Bakura." Lupin pronounced his name in a way that showed how bored he was with what he viewed as immature behavior. "You can leave it till you are off Hogwarts grounds, and not during my class!"
Bakura blinked at him for a few seconds, and then smirked. An idea had just presented itself. "Fine." He turned back to Malfoy. "I challenge you to a duel with the weapon of your choice at 4:00. Meet me by the Whomping Willow." Without giving anyone a chance to think about his words he turned and strode off.
Dueling would be fun. He knew that the boy would most likely choose magic over any other type of weapon for the duel, which meant that it would also be far too easy, but he hadn't dueled for centuries. The games he had played really didn't count. They were, after all, simply games, not the deadly dances he enjoyed. Just because the stakes of a game were high didn't make the game a duel.
A shadow crossed his face once more as he thought of the reason behind the duel he was planning to enjoy. His host might not have been the most obedient of hosts, or the best looking, but Ryou was his and they fit together. For every bad thing about Ryou, Bakura could think of at least one good thing, and the good things managed to outweigh the bad by a fair amount.
Bakura smirked. The pharaoh could believe what he wanted about him. It wasn't as if his opinion counted. Still, despite what they thought he had never purposefully hurt his host. He had cut himself up a few times while in the boy's body but that didn't count. He hadn't done it with the intention of hurting him, after all.
Ryou understood. His darling had always known what it was he meant to do. It was strange that. The one person that Bakura would have forgiven for thinking he was an awful person and ought to be destroyed didn't. He almost thought that Ryou wanted him there. But that was impossible. No one could possibly enjoy having a spirit in their head sealing their friend's souls into dolls. Bakura had only been trying to help him, but Ryou hadn't known that, and it wasn't any excuse for what he did. Doing something bad for a good cause didn't mean it was any less wrong.