Ever had some jerk stare down their noses at you as if you were not even close to being worthy enough to be something gross on their shoes in need of being scraped off? As if you were one of the ten most horrible things on the face of the planet and therefore in need of a quick and simple death? Or how about like you were a simple minded peon and they were Lord of Every freaking thing including the very air you breathed?

Well, Bakura was dealing with 'some jerk' at the moment who happened to be Yugi Motou's ex-Yami. And once Pharaoh of Egypt.

Bakura didn't give a rat's ass what the twit was and was this close to storming down the steps of the apartment building to the plain concrete landing and wringing his tanned neck. Or taking that longish spiked hair and wrapping it into a ball and shoving it so far down the smug prick's throat that he'd be anally backtracked for weeks. Months. YEARS. As petty as those were, they were merely the beginning of Bakura's idea of torture for the bastard Pharaoh.

Hate was too weak a word and was thus used loosely to describe his animosity towards the other other half of his protégé, and there had not yet been a word created that would begin to cover it. So, hate would do till then.

Ahem, anyways.

"He's not here. Why in the deepest pits of Hell's basement would your entirely too innocent Hikari come to the home of your only currently active rival whom you haven't screwed to your side, anyway? Especially since he knows that Ryou has piano lessons tonight and won't be back for another hour."

How Bakura even recognised the brainless chicken through the bruises, he had no idea. Oooh. That's an idea. Lets look into this, shall we? Overbearing? Check. Crows whenever possible? Check. Saunters around like he owns the place? Check. Beats down anyone who rises to challenge him? Check. A rooster's comb on his head? Check. Dumb as a doornail? Keeps on running around when his head's been cut off? Bizarre facial colours and markings (Grin)? Check, check and check. Whaddya know? The Pharaoh's a rooster!

Bakura blinked, but didn't dine to answer, because, hey, let's face it, he wasn't paying attention to the question, so he just folded his arms across his chest and stared down his nose at the Royal Pain and hoped he would just go away.

Thankfully, the Priest interceded before the Pharaoh got too worked. "He's right, love." It took more will-power than Bakura was willing to admit not to fake a gagging motion. "He's probably at a friends house somewhere. He'll come back once he cools down."

Yami gave his lover a tired look. "But we've already tried the others."

"No. You've tried your friends." Yami and Seto turned to look at Bakura, surprised. Said boy made a disgusted sound and rolled his eyes. "You've hardly been there for him how long? His 'friends' pay more attention to you than they do to him, so it was only natural that he seek out new friends who wouldn't ignore him. Even I noticed that." Yami scowled, but before he could say anything, Bakura cast his parting line before turning and stalking back into the hall and down to the apartment owned by his light. "He's probably with his boyfriend, Elf. He's very possessive."

Yami and Seto stayed on the landing in the stairwell for a few more moments. "Did everyone know about Yugi's boyfriend but us?"

"How'd it go?"

Bakura smirked as he watched Elf play with an unconscious Ryou's snowy cloud of hair while half-draped suggestively over the boy's body as it lay on the lounge. Elf moved his free hand to trail it down Ryou's chest and abdomen, all the while smirking suggestively at the other dark

"How does Yugi feel about you using his body to fondle his friend?" Baura inquired, but making no move to stop the smaller yami.

Elf gave him a half-coy, half-knowing grin and a one-shoulder shrug, watching the tomb raider from beneath his oh-so-long lashes. "Yugi doesn't mind. You forget, I was born from his repressed thoughts and feelings. If they hadn't been repressed before he met Ryou, Yugi would probably have had him flat on his back ages ago." Elf giggled and hugged the unconscious boy closer. "He's such a little sex kitten."

Bakura's eyebrow hiked up for a moment before he snorted and made for the kitchen for his daily ration of cream puffs.