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Chapter 15: Hidden Secret

T.R emerged from the kitchen, flexing his fingers of the bandaged limp, checking if there was any unseen damage when a familiar dark voice momentarily startled him.

"How did you do that?" The sudden surprise didn't even bristle to his face, leaving him looking cold and agitated as his eyes narrowed at the man bound in the chair.

"That is none of your concern." He snarled softly, as not to disturb the serenity of the house. Waking anyone would only prove annoying. Yami blinked once but kept his silent serious expression that T.R hated with a passion, but then again, he hated everything about the pharaoh with a passion. Tonight, however, he was too tired to deal with him at all. T.R stalked off to Javas's bedroom to sleep for the night.

"How long do you think it'll take for her to discover that you are simply a spirit of the Ring? That by her keeping it you are connected mind to mind?" Yami asked him quietly. T.R gritted his teeth. He didn't have to deal with this right now, so he wouldn't. He curled his fingers around the knob.

"Then again, telling her that would frighten her. I suppose it is better to gain her trust as an outsider first... that part of the plan?"

"Does it matter?" T.R asked in a grumble with his back to him, "You obviously wouldn't tell her. A promise to that idiot Bakura, I suppose?"

"Don't, TombRobber. I warn you."

"Then don't tread on my nerves, Pharaoh. Rotten dreams…" He left Yami to his thoughts in the dark.

(Somewhere else…)

"Something wrong officer?"

"Yes! There is something wrong! YOU were going fifty miles over the speed limit! In a school zone!"

"Well, I don't think you have to worry about any buses at this time of night officer. As for speeding, I'm kind of in a hurry."

"DON'T GET SMART WITH ME! Personally, I don't care what you're in a hurry for. I'm giving you a ticket!"

"Yeah, okay, fine. Just make it quick. I really have to be going. A friend needs me."

"I'll take as long as I like, thank you."

"Look, I'll never do it again, okay? It's just a life or death crisis here!"

"Yeah, sure."

"No, I'm serious! A buddy of mine has been kidnapped-Will you get the light away from my face!"

"Quiet, or I'll fill out a ticket for disturbing the peace. I'm sure the police can handle that, sir. I mean that is what we're paid for. We don't need some punk driving at eighty-miles-an-hour on a motorcycle to endanger everyone else because their 'buddy' is missing."

"Hey, it's two AM and it's as cold as all hell out here. Don't you think it would be very serious if I were driving, now? Just fill out the ticket and let me be on my way."

"Don't push me, sir, or I'll haul your ass in to the station. I've been on shift for more than six hours doing nothing but watching cars go by listening to opera. I don't need any logic tests from any old biker. Give me your driver's license."

"If it'll get me out of here any quicker…here."

"Ah, okay then. Here's your ticket and license, Mr. Wheeler. It's got to be paid by the 30th."

"Yeah that's great…you done yet?"

"Yes, yes I am. Have a great-"

VVVVRROOOOMMMMM…

"HEY YOU BASTARD! SLOW DOWN! They defiantly don't pay me enough for this bullshit…HEY!"

(…)

The soft golden rays of light gently warmed the tops of her eyelids. The light gently trickled deeper and deeper into the darkness of her dreaming state until finally she opened her eyes. She blinked once. Then twice. Then a third time, wondering if she were having some sort of nightmare.

"Good morning, I thought it would be nice to make you breakfast in bed."

For several moments she simply started at Javas, who was bright eyed and fully dressed in a pair of jeans in a dark green sweater, and the tray. She could see pancakes, waffles, an orange, a tall glass of milk, folk and spoon, a croissant, and a small glass vase with a single red rose. It took several tries to swallow that large lump in her throat as she slowly sat up, being careful that the blanket was on her every moment, as he set the tray down in front of her with a sweet smile.

She was in deep shit.

"Thank you, but I usually don't eat in the morning." She lied timidly as her mind busily tried to figure out a way to figure out how to get him out of the room so she could at least put her clothes on. Wait a second. Her clothes were washed last night so they were outside the room, which meant…

Her face paled in realization.

"Nonsense! You should eat. See, you don't even look well. Some food in your stomach will make you feel much better. Unless something is bothering you, then I wouldn't mind sitting and talking, if you like." He sat down on the end of the bed, his hand mere inches away from her covered feet while the other was neatly placed on his lap. She averted her eyes to the tray, trying to keep all sight of him away, no matter how much she worried over where his hands were.

"Um. No, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, but I'm really alright." She said as clearly as her tied tongue would allow.

"Are you sure? What ever we talk about I promise not to tell anyone, if it makes you feel better…It could be our little secret…" He edged slightly closer, smiling innocently with large blue eyes, his hand now on her ankles. She could feel the heat from his hand warming her skin lightly. Her heart fluttered violently in her chest as the feeling of not having enough air embraced her. Light-headed she felt completely numbed in sickening worry that she was sure she'd faint until a loud crunch made her muffled ears clear. She looked and found T.R leaning against the wall to the left or her, a waffle in his hand with a large bite mark in it, and his jaw moving in a chewing motion.

"These waffles are crunchy." He said with a full mouth, picked up the milk, and gulped down about half of it. Javas glared at T.R, his face paler than usual, but rather annoyed. The white-haired teen ignored him and loudly put the glass back on the tray, and picked something off the floor and tossed it onto the bed uncaringly. Kaede stared in disbelieve at the pile of her jumbled clothing, and looked at him curiously, even though she was bursting with gratitude.

"These are yours." He said jadedly; bring his hand close to his face as he yawned.

"While you're getting dressed, Javas can help me make lunch for our little captive in the living room. As much as I'd like to see him starve, I know you'll order me into feeding him, better to just get it over with. Come on." He gruffly yanked Javas to his feet and escorted him roughly out of the room with his arm over his shoulder and shut the door behind them.

T.R paused behind the door for a moment, listening to her get out of bed and hurry to the bathroom before turning his full attention back to Javas. With no warning he brought his arm down on the boy's neck and curled it around until he was cringing in a head lock as he mercilessly dragged him into the family room, where he violently threw him into the couch. The force made the back of the couch hit the floor loudly, waking the Yami from his sleep in a jolt. The tomb robber was so angry that he completely forgot about the Pharaoh (which had to be a first in his entire life as a spirit of the ring). His mind was fogged up by a large cloud of rage he was barely able to section off from Kaede. A cloud that needed to be vented.

"You're pushing your luck." He hissed at Javas, who was hiding behind the cushions on the tipped couch, staring at him with hate but far more fear. T.R let him bask in that frightful stare for a couple of minutes, calming down, and clearing his mind. He looked over at Yami, who had his head down and seemed to be dozing. That Pharaoh could sleep through everything. It left him open to speak freely, which was a delight.

"This is not a game." He continued, listening to how dark and sinister his voice sounded.

"Try any of this seductive bullshit again and I will have your head. Go." He hissed quietly, now aware that the bathroom door had opened. Time was up. T.R glared at Javas as he scurried into the kitchen and quickly pulled the couch up right and threw the cushions on it and evened them out, trying to remove evidence of a scuffle.

When everything was just as it had been before, Kaede walked in, the tray in her hands and fully clothed in her stripped blue and white t-shirt and jeans, but yawning tiredly. She brightened a bit at the sight of him.

"Good morning! Sorry I didn't say it before, you caught me by surprise." She gave him a smile before she disappeared into the kitchen, leaving T.R curtly nodding once and the blankest face imaginable before following her, trying very hard to make a bored expression instead.

Yami finally lifted his head, a sly smirk on his face. Despite how troubled he felt about both of the teens' safety, it seemed that Kaede wasn't completely helpless. He wondered if she had planed this or whether she didn't have a clue it was happening. Still, she was in some danger, which was to worry about, since she seemed to be friendly with him. He bet she didn't know how dangerous he was, even under her mother's heavily laid spell of control over him. He was still as devious and violent as ever. He also wondered, with a widening smile, how long TombRobber could last against such a distraction. By the look of things he wouldn't be able to even think clearly, as well as go through with any plans soon.

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