What's mine is mine.
Guilt, has to be one of the most complicated emotions a person could ever experience. Might as well be considered a phase. It alters more than just the mind, it can take a toll on the entire body. It's a killer, like stress. His mind raced, too many thoughts, was this a result of the rejection he gave her? Is she really that stupid? Why in the world did he give two shits about the clueless blonde? She had been a pain in the ass since the night he saw her stumbling on the street. The same night he was sent to do a simple job he had done time and time again. Break in, collect an item, get out before getting caught. What part of that was he supposed to meet and befriend the victim?
She should die.
That stopped him. There was an option.
But could he really live without such abnormal events? "…probably not.." he answered his own question aloud. He sighed, since that was decided. Where would he find his troublemaking friend?
"Never considered you as the hero type." He turned his attention to Marik who was behind him along with his least favorite person, Yami.
A smirk appeared on Bakuras face, the familiar need started again. Hero? All the guilt he had was now gone. It wasn't about rescuing some damsel in distress. Though he highly doubt someone could save the girl, she did seem to be the cause of her own damn distress. Oh no, it was much bigger than that, something of high value was taken from him… he simply wanted it back. "That's not it at all… people really should learn, you never steal from a thief."