Satanic Mechanic: I don't know if I'm going to be able to finish this by the end of June like I was supposed to (sorry Darkmus!) but...ah well. I have a busy couple of next weeks ahead of me. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't sue.

I've never felt so trapped in my life, having the tall millionaire looming over me, a dangerous look in his eye. I break our gaze to look to Bakura for help, but he seems to have vanished...figures, and then back up to the smoldering blue eyes above me.

"Hand it over Otogi..." He growls out, glaring down at me in an intimidating fashion. But I'm not scared so easily.

"Hand what over?" I decided to play it dumb, hoping that it would be enough to save my hide, it wouldn't be the first time.

"The paper. Now." His words are short clipped and strained.

"Hmm..." I lift a finger to my chin in mock thought, "What would be so important that the great Seto Kaiba would be willing to pick through the garbage for? A love letter perhaps?" He stills for a moment, breaking our eye contact to look towards the door.

I was hoping he didn't know what I knew I knew, otherwise I'm sure he would know where I was getting at. I can see the obvious paranoia in him as he turns his back to me, and I smirk.

"This has nothing to do with Jou, as I have told you before, he means nothing to me."

"Nothing to you, eh? Perhaps I should tell him exactly what you think of him? Save you both a bunch of trouble?"

"He already knows." He speaks calmly, clearly not afaid of my little threat. Damn the guy was like an iceburg, but I knew I had to take him by surprise, make him lose his nerve. Or else....I didn't even want to think of the things a power-hungry man with more money than god could do to me.

"That you don't give a shit about him? And he's still sleeping with you?! I had no idea he was so easy! Perhaps I should have a go?" He doesn't' have anything to say to that apparently, so I continue, getting up from the desk and slinking past him as he stays glued to the spot. "...Maybe take him back to my place...and have him try back on that dog costume?"

He doesn't' say anything, but I know from the look in his eyes that I'm treading on dangerous territory. Even if it was true, that he didn't care about the blonde, I knew I was still getting to him. Kaiba was one possessive bastard, and I'm sure he wouldn't want me moving in on what he believed belonged to him.

"Perhaps..." I brace myself for what I'm about to say next, taking a deep breath, I snake a hand around the tie he's wearing, twisting it around my fingers suggestively. "A threesome is in order?" I hiss out in the sexiest voice I can muster. Acting all confident, even though I'm afraid he's going to zip out the ballpoint pen tucked in his pocket and jam it into my neck.

I better get an Oscar for this dammed performance.

He flinches as the fire-alarm in the corner of the room goes off, making an annoying noise and flash bright red . Neither on of us makes a move to leave, we just simply return to glaring each other down. After a few moments of tense silence, Mr. Takanowa, the principal, comes in the room, giving us a strange look before he speaks.

"Mr. Kaiba? Ryuugi? What are you two doing here?" I notice that he doesn't bother to tack a 'mr' to my name, but I quickly brush it off. It was customary for most people in Domino to kiss Kaiba's ass, even the teachers. Yeah, that pissed me off sometimes, the ass-kissers. Made me down right sick. I'm sure, knowing Kaiba's attitude, that he didn't enjoy it either.

Maybe that's why he liked Jou? Because he was one of the few who didn't hold anything back, he let him know exatly what he thougth of the CEO. No pretending, No kissing ass, even though he was such a powerful figure. I take a moment to ponder this before we are shooed out of the room down the staris.

Kaiba looks annoyed but allows himself to be herded into the parking lot outside. He seems to be sending me quick glares once in awhile as we wait to be told when it's safe to go back inside. He's pissed off, he's not used to not getting what he wants when he wants it, and I know he must be plotting various ways to make my life hell. God knows he has the resources.

Tell me again why I ever decided to mess with him? I guess I have a deathwish.

Just as I see the numerous people begin to file back into the building, I'm yanked roughly away from the crowd by the arm. The steel grip on my arm pulls me behind a nearby car, and I panic, assuming that it's Kaiba ready to tear me apart.

"Dammit, that was my balls, you dumbass!!" I heard a voice hiss out as my elbow connects with their...um, area. It doesn't' sound like Kaiba.

I turn around to face my attacker only to see the familiar pale spirit hunched over on the ground.

Heh...that's what he get's for abandoning me with the computer nerd psycho.

Er...I mean. Whoops?

"Bakura! Don't sneak up on me like that!" I try and help him up but he swats me away.

"Would you stop being such a spaz?" He growls out as he get's to his feet. "I set off that fire-alarm. So we could get the hell out of there before Kaiba could get a hold of you."

"You did?" He was smarter than I thought, and I suddenly find myself feeling guilty for dealing him a low blow.

"Yeah dumbass, now let's get the hell out of here before the trenchcoat wonder comes back." He says as he dusts himself off. "Do you still have it?"

I grin and pat the side of my pants proudly. "Oh yeah, I'm packin'." He gives me a strange look before we head off in the direction of my apartment.

Bakura sits across from me at my kitchen table, looking very much like we're about to open a treasure vault. The balled up paper is placed between us on the table. I take it up carefully and give him a weary look before opening it up carefully, as to not rip the precious evidence.

Time to dish out the dirt.

Or so I thought.

If only things could be that simple.

"What the hell is this?" I gape down at the wrinkled piece of paper in my hands and squint at the unfamiliar writing. "Some kind of code?"

"More like some kind of other language." Bakura says as he takes the paper from me, studying it carefully. "I can recognize some of the characters, I'm guessing it's some kind of ancient Egyptian text." He smirks down at the writing. "It seems that Kaiba is finally recognizing his ties to the past, and using them to his advantage."

"So he didn't want anyone else to be able to understand it...must be something really private." I take a sip of my much-desired cup of coffee. Caffeine was really the only thing that kept me going some days. Especially days like this. "Can you read it?"

He frowns down at the paper and shakes his head. "No, it's a different dialect then I'm used to. Probably a text reserved for nobles such as pharaohs and high priests."

"Do you think we can ask Yami for help?" I ask hopefully.

He snorts and shakes his head at me. "That idiot can't even remember his own name, do you really expect him to know how to speak Egyptian?"

"Um...I guess not."

"I know of someone who might be able to decipher it, but..."

"I don't like the sound of that 'but'."

"He's not going to do it for free. We'll have to give him something in return."

"And what might that be?"

"I'm sure we can figure something out." He gives me a lecherous grin before snatching the coffee out of my hands and draining the whole cup.