Ryou and I stayed up on the roof talking for the next hour and fifteen minutes, when unfortunately, school had to shove its way into our reality. We climbed down the steps one at a time, dreading and attempting to delay the amount of time till we reached our class. When we walked into the classroom, all of our friends were there, crowding around Honda's desk. They glanced up when we entered and greeted us with smiles.
"Where've you been guys? Class starts in a few minutes," Anzu noted.
"Yeah, Bakura, aren't you always early to school?" Yuugi asked. "I didn't see you this morning. . ."
Bakura grew a silly smile and closed his eyes in a nervous way. "I decided to get some fresh air on the roof before school started. The view up there is amazing and so peaceful." Everyone bought his story, but soon they were looking at me.
"What about you, Yuki? Why were you late?"
Deciding not to be labeled as the girl who went after a member of their circle of friends on her second day of school, I also decided to lie. "I misjudged how long of a walk it was to school. Forgetting to set my alarm and stopping for a bagel were also very bad choices. . . I guess I'm still getting used to the new arrangements that I'm all scatter brained. . ."
Jounounchi was the first to respond. "Hey, to welcome you, why don't we all go for hamburgers or pizza after school on Friday? Maybe it'll help you become more situated."
"Ah, thanks Jounouchi-kun, but I still have a lot of unpacking to do. Going to school and battling homework when I get home delays me from doing this. Next week for sure." He, along with the others, bought my story, but Bakura looked at me a slight gleam in his eye.
Before the conversation could continue the bell rung and everyone rushed to their seats. The teacher came in moments later and wasted no time to take attendance and start the lesson. With that, the school day begun and eight hours began to tick by.
The final bell rung, signaling the school day was over. Our circle of friends met up by the usual desks and began a brief conversation. "Oh man, I can't believe those teachers sprung a literature and a history test on us tomorrow. I'm gonna be up all night studying. . ." Anzu complained.
"You're telling me. I got lost after chapter six in the book. I'm so screwed," Honda agreed.
"It's like the teachers want us to have no lives. . ." Jounounchi seconded.
Before I could hear the rest of the conversation, I came up with an excuse to leave. "I'm gonna get a kick start on that studying, so I'll see you all tomorrow. Good luck cramming guys!"
"I'll join you," Ryou added, "I walk home that way anyway. Bye guys."
The other four said their goodbyes and Ryou and I started our walk out of the temporary prison known as school. The walk down was silent; the only noises were our slippers making contact with the tiled floor and the opening of the lockers near the entrance to get our sneakers.
The silence continued until we got off school grounds and rounded a corner. Ryou transformed into Bakura, hair growing more rigid, eyes becoming darker, and a sinister smile growing on his face. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the nearest alley way, slamming me against the brick wall and wasting no time to hungrily kiss my lips. He broke away seconds later and held my shoulders tightly. "You have no idea how badly I've been wanting to do that all day," he said before placing his lips right back on mine.
Sparks could literally be felt during his kisses and slight images passed before my eyes, but before I could make out what they were, they disappeared into blurry images. I didn't question Bakura. Not yet anyway.
He broke away ten minutes later and pulled on my wrist again. "We'll continue this back at my place," he said in a husky voice. I was unable to form a response with my voice so I nodded my head in agreement.
Taking the backstreet passages led us to his apartment faster, but didn't help us from running into someone. Hiyoshi was walking in the opposite direction from us, hands stuffed in his pockets, top two buttons of his uniform unbuttoned and jacket unzipped and purple eyes slightly narrowed. He stopped in front of us, black hair with blue tips clashing the snow white hair that was Bakura's. Both eyeballed the other and a test of dominance was soon put to the test.
"Hiyoshi. . ." I whispered.
"You know this guy?" Bakura questioned, not daring to back away his intense glare from Hiyoshi.
"Yes. Bakura, this is. . . an old friend, Hiyoshi."
Hiyoshi grew a smirk on his face and an idea shone in his purple eyes. "By old friend she means ex-boyfriend. And you are?"
"I'm the current boyfriend. I guess since you're the ex it means you no longer interested her," Bakura scuffed.
"You shouldn't stick your nose where it doesn't belong," Hiyoshi countered. "You may get yourself hurt."
The grip around my wrist tightened as Bakura's teeth gritted together, a sign of annoyance clearly evidential. "By the pace, I assume you're in a rush," Hiyoshi noted. He glanced us over with his purple orbs before walking over to Bakura and whispering something into his ear. "And by your appearances I know exactly what it is. Let me tell you something: she's very good in bed, even when it was her first time."
Hiyoshi stepped back as Bakura took in what he said and anger flooded his face. I held his arm back as he tried to swing back a punch.
"Seems that even after all these years you still care about my good health, Yuki. You haven't changed a bit." I looked down in shame, letting my bangs cast a shadow over my eyes. Leaving the situation as it was, Hiyoshi turned around, put a hand up as a signal for goodbye and walked away. Bakura watched him walk a few steps before tightening his grip around my wrist and continuing to drag me towards his apartment.
