Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. Here is chapter 10!
Chapter X: Seeds of Hate
"You're going down, Bakura!"
"In your dreams, mortal!"
Ryou walked into the room and asked, "What are you guys doing?"
Joey, Tristan, and Bakura were playing on the Xbox 360, driving virtual cars through a poor virtual city. Pixilated people ran left and right to avoid the cars race down the road in search of the finish line.
"I'm shaming these humans, that's what," Bakura answered, not taking his eyes off the flashing screen for even a second, violently gripping the game controller.
"He's right," Tristan admitted, teeth clenched as he jerked the game controller up into the air as if it would help him win. "Joey, what do we do?"
"Hold on… I think we can…" the blonde trailed off, not finishing his thought. His tongue hung out of the side of his mouth as he was in deep thought.
After a few more minutes, Joey and Tristan gave duel exasperated sighs, tossing the game controllers on the couch and leaning back to take a breather as if they had just run a marathon.
"A-ha!" Bakura jumped up and cheered, announcing while he waved his controller in the air, "I am the Game Master!"
"I don't know…" Joey sang, treading into dangerous waters, "… I'm pretty sure Atem could take you down…"
Bakura's eyebrow quirked.
"No!" Ryou pleaded, waving his hands frantically, "Please don't get him started. I beg of you! Please don't!"
But, it was too late.
Bakura tapped his chin and thought aloud, "I have been wanting to get back at Pharaoh for kicking me down so hard after I lost our last shadow game…"
"Yeah, he tried to get rid of you…" Tristan added quietly.
"You're not helping!" Ryou cried indignantly. He needed to get those two out before they got Bakura really agitated. He received an idea and said, "Hey, guys, Bakura and I have to study. Are you going to stay and join us?"
"I'm out," Joey volunteered first, standing up and walking out of the dorm.
"I'm right behind you," Tristan followed Joey's example, shutting the door after him with a slam.
After they left, Bakura asked Ryou angrily, "Ryou, what the hell?"
"What?" Ryou inquired, looking as innocent as ever.
Bakura interrogated, "Why did you make them leave? We're not studying. It's a Friday."
Ryou sighed as he began to make dinner. He explained, "Well, I just didn't want them to rile you up. You've got enough challenges without holding a grudge on Atem. I know you two don't like each other, but you put a lot of stress on other people when you fight."
"'Other people'?" Bakura questioned, "Like whom?"
Ryou coughed something.
"What?"
He coughed again.
"What?"
"ME!"
"… What?"
Ryou rolled his eyes in slight annoyance and clenched his yami's shoulders, clarifying, "When you fight with people, I'm left to clean up the messes you leave. So, please, I'm pleading to you, don't fight. Especially with Atem. Can you do that for me?"
Bakura gave him a 'yeah, right, like that'll ever happen' look in return.
"Just try?" Ryou asked, looking hopeful.
Bakura groaned but answered quietly, "'Kay."
"Thanks!" the hakari hugged the spirit, promising, "You're the best yami ever!"
"Damn right," Bakura agreed, giving Ryou half a hug back.
-transition-
Bakura was sitting in Chemistry, happily mixing deadly toxins together, when a young girl walked up to his lab table. The spirit saw her approaching but didn't acknowledge her, hoping she'd leave, seeing he was busy.
"Hello?"
No, no such luck shined on him that day. Bakura didn't respond.
"Excuse me?"
Bakura's eyebrows gathered as he used up his strength, trying to ignore the annoying girl.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes! I can bloody hear you!" Bakura snapped, his little patience worn thin.
The girl jumped a few inches back in surprise of his outburst but seemed to recover quickly and asked, "May I talk to you?"
"You are talking to me," Bakura informed, not taking his eyes off the beakers holding deadly chemicals in front of him.
The girl somehow translated his reply to 'sit down, let's talk' and sat in the vacant seat next to the thief. Why was there a vacant seat next to Bakura? Simple; no one was stupid enough to sit next to the spirit in his time of bliss with his poisonous chemicals. Well, apparently, this girl was.
She inquired, "You're one of the Bakura twins, right?"
"What's it to you?"
"Are you Ryou or Bakura?"
"Do I look like a Ryou?" In fact, he did.
"Oh, so you're Bakura? Good."
Bakura dropped his work and turned to the infuriating girl, questioning, "What do you mean by 'good'?"
"Well," she started in a hushed tone, twisting a strand of golden hair around her finger, "I was going to ask you out, so I wanted to make sure you were Bakura."
Bakura's anger spiked. He asked infuriately, "Are you implying that my twin isn't as good as I am?"
The girl didn't seem to be fazed by this and giggled as she explained, "Well, yeah! Ryou's a geek, and you're cool and mysterious." She entangled her arm around Bakura's and finished, "I like guys like that."
This girl needed a good whack up side the head. And, Bakura was just the person to give it to her…
But, why be practical about this? Bakura thought, evil schemes forming in his mind, I think I'll take a more… creative route…
Bakura smiled, though he was disgusted by the slutty teenager's approach to him and sweet talked, "And, I like girls who can be bold and speak their mind."
"Yeah?" the girl leaned closer, obviously implying that she wanted some form affection. And, in the middle of class? What a slut… Bakura thought distastefully.
"How about a hug?" Bakura suggested, nauseated with himself at the thought that he would ever ask something remotely like that.
She looked puzzled at this but nodded and leaned into the spirit. Bakura leaned in as well, gripping a beaker from the table behind his back. He wrapped his arm around her neck.
And poured the beaker of toxins down her back.
The girl shivered at first, then she felt her skin begin to tingle. Then, it started to burn.
She yelped and yipped like a celebrity's rat dog that hadn't been put outside all day, running around in a circle. Perhaps her similarity to a dog was why Bakura had predicted she would be a bitch. And, he was right.
Bakura silently nicknamed her The Chihuahua.
The thief smirked without a hint of remorse. The concoction he had made was totally harmless. The only thing it did was sting a little.
And disintegrate clothes.
The girl (The Chihuahua) realized this a little too quickly for Bakura's taste, and she rushed out of the classroom door as the mixture did the last of its job.
The Chihuahua is gonna have a hard time explaining that to the school nurse, Bakura thought, satisfied, That'll teach her to mess with me or my hakari.
"Bakura!"
Damn…
A very angry teacher whose name escaped Bakura rushed up to him and pointed at the door The Chihuahua had just left through, articulating, "You. Office. Now."
"Whatever." Bakura snatched his backpack from the floor and walked out the door. As he hiked down to the principle's office, the yami opened his backpack and picked Kitty out of it, cuddling him in his grasp. He whispered to his pet, "It was worth it. You agree, right, Kitty?"
"Meow."
Author's Note: And so ends another chapter of Kitty's Discoveries. Don't worry; there's more to come! The Chihuahua will show up again… in your nightmares… lol, jk. XD She's based off a person in my Spanish class who is a pure… whatever the heck Bakura will continue to call the fiction version of her.
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