Kaya: Thanks to Bradybunch4529, Tormented Innocence, animeaddict99, Monkeyluv4646, and Sugar and Spice and Not So Nice for reviewing!
Sanu: (prancing around hyped on chocolate)
Bakura: (chases her with whip) STOP RUNNING AROUND SLAVE!
Sheekin, Kaya: -.-
Kaya: Anyway, enjoy Chapter 3!
Chapter 3 – Bakura's dream
The next morning, Ryou woke up to Bakura making breakfast downstairs. Ryou sniffed at the smell of the kitchen and walked in to find Bakura trying to make the steak he had taken from Anzu's house the previous night. Bakura had always cooked the oddest things for breakfast—he had learned to cook somewhat decently (thanks to Ryou and Anzu).
"Damn steak…what did Anzu do to it? It refuses to cook!" Bakura said, waving it violently about the air, causing steak blood to get everywhere.
"She did nothing to it, it's just because you haven't turned the oven on," Ryou pointed out.
"…Oh," he said, blushing from his lack of brain work.
Ryou turned on oven to preheat and sat back, looking in the paper. He looked up at Bakura, whom was humming some ancient song while waiting for the oven to beep. Ryou glanced back at the paper, slightly annoyed. Ok, so maybe he isn't telling you what happened yesterday on purpose…maybe nothing happened, so there's no reason to get offended, just play it cool, and he'll tell you eventually, Ryou thought.
The oven beeped, and Bakura placed the steak on a platter and shoved it in the oven. He carefully input the number of minutes he wanted to cook it, hoping he hadn't screwed anything up. Ryou was giving him odd glances above the shoulder. Bakura blinked. What does he want from me? Bakura thought.
GOD DAMNIT TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY! Ryou screamed in his mind.
"Is there something wrong, Ryou?" Bakura asked, leaning against the oven and giving his hikari strange looks.
"Oh, nothing t'all," Ryou said, gritting his teeth.
"Are you lying to me, hikari?"
"No, what makes you think that?"
"You are pinker than a salmon," Bakura pointed out.
"Ok, maybe I am!" Ryou said, and, without giving Bakura enough time to respond, he firmly said "What happened last night? You came home from Anzu's house with a wet shirt and a steak."
"I saved her life, actually," Bakura said proudly. What the—why am I proud it's not like it's a big deal. "I pulled her out of a tub when she was unconscious and underwater."
"Oh, really! How unnaturally sweet for you. Oh, wait, I get it," Ryou said, smirking at him. "Bakura, you naughty man."
"What did I do? I swear I didn't break the thing that plays music!" Bakura said, sounding guilty.
Oh, so he's the one who broke the radio. "No, I mean you saw her in the nude, eh?" Ryou said, nudging Bakura.
"Yes, I did," Bakura said quite calmly.
Ryou blinked. What kind of man is he? He saw Anzu naked and he's not even freaked out or embarrassed? He's not even aroused? He's inhuman, I swear…
"What?" Bakura asked, noticing Ryou's odd face.
"Never mind," Ryou sighed.
The oven beeped, and, when Bakura took it out,the steakwas a nice medium rare.
The late bell rang and students shuffled to get back into their seats. Their teacher, Mr. Gonisaka, immediately launched into a dull and dry talk on grammar. Yugi was busy taking down notes. Joey was drawing new Duel Monster cards on his notes. Duke was playing a little dice game on his desk. Tristan and Ryou were not in that class. Anzu was passing notes with Jade.
'Did u honestly spend the whole night with Bakura?' Jade wrote.
'Yeah, don't think THAT, nothing happened. Although he did save me from drowning,' Anzu responded.
'OMG! That is so cool! He saw u naked then? Twenty bucks says he got a boner,' Jade replied, giggling.
'Ew, sicko! He did not. Although i was surprised he wasn't making a big deal out of it, i mean, if Joey or the others saw me naked they would be all red,' Anzu wrote.
'LOL! I would be 2. u r so lucky, he is dead sexy,' Jade wrote back, on the verge of laughing.
'Ok, that's it, no more notes for u 2day,' Anzu wrote back, mental images forming in her head.
Meanwhile, in Music Theory, Bakura was trying so hard not to fall asleep. He wrote down the first two words of the sentence on the board, and then decided to lay his head on the desk for a while. It wouldn't hurt him, would it?
A girl ran down the hall, her aqua blue eyes alert and filled with fear. She looked no older than thirteen. Her short brown hair was tangled and unkempt. She was wearing a short dress of a light tan color that stopped just under her knees. It was ripped and dirty. Her only jewelry was two gold cuffs around her ankles, and they were also in need of cleaning, for their shine had been lost. There were three persimmons held tightly under her arm.
"Come back here! Thief! How dare you steal from a royal guard!" yelled a voice. It echoed around the chambers, causing the girl to whimper in fright.
He guard came into view. He was heavily armored, and there was a splatter of fruit decorating his armor. Apparently, when the girl tried to take the fruit, she ended up smashing one.
The guard grew closer to the girl, who dived into another hallway of the Palace. She knew it was a stupid idea, to go and infiltrate the palace and steal from a palace guard, but she always knew when and where they would eat their midday meal.
The girl's small feet landed on the soft carpet of the hallway, and she took off, her slender legs carrying her far and fast for a girl her age. She wiped away her tears. If she was caught, she could be hanged or maybe thrown into the dungeons. I'm so stupid; I shouldn't have been so stupid as to think I could get away with this! she thought.
"If you stop girl, maybe I'll…lower the charges," he said with a laugh that made the girl sick to her stomach.
She kept on running, knowing full well what he meant by 'lowering the charges.' She turned the corner, and smacked straight into a wall. She stumbled backwards, and stared up at it with disbelief. No… she thought, tears forming in her eyes, this is it…I'm done for.
She heard the guard coming closer, and she retreated into a far corner, crying silently. She tried to make herself as little as possible…
The wall began to open behind her. Without warning, a strong pair of hands grabbed her and covered her mouth roughly, pulling her into the wall and disappearing behind it as it closed.
The girl, by instinct, tried to scream, but the hand turned her shriek into less than a squeak. She was terrified, as she had always been afraid of the dark. A tear fell down her face, and her blood froze when she heard a harsh whisper in her ear.
"You're very lucky I was there, girl. Now you owe me."
Before the girl could try and reply, another wall opened, letting light pour into the strange hiding place. She was thrust out into the daylight and the wall closed. "No! Wait, who are y—" she began. The door was shut firmly, and at first. She thought it was just her imagination, but as she traced the wall, she felt a bit of the stone was raised. She turned, and, to her surprise, noticed she was sitting on one of the palace's walls. The sun caught her short, brown hair, and her eyes sparkled like dark sapphires…
"Mr. Bakura! Wake up this instant!" Mr. Shinjima said, hitting Bakura over the head with one of his music books.
Bakura's eyes flew open, yet, for once in his life, he did not threaten the teacher, nor did he rip the book out of his hands and rip it to shreds. He merely stared forward, his mouth open slightly in awe. Was that…Anzu?