Author's Note: I'm wearing stripy socks today! They're PINK! :D
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Chapter XI: Juvenile Delinquent Bonding
"Why'd you do it, Bakura?" Ryou asked, worry and concern drowning in his wide eyes as the two drove home from school.
Bakura looked away from those eyes. They were plaguing him with guilt. I did it for you, Ryou, he thought. But, no, he couldn't say that. What that bratty teenager had said about him would be too much for his little hakari's fragile heart. Instead, the spirit answered, "That girl just needed to learn a lesson," he added with a sinister smile, "And, I was happy to teach it to her."
Ryou shook his head and sighed. "Well, you've got some detentions to make up, starting after school tomorrow. And, I don't want you skipping them. Got that?"
"Sure, whatever," Bakura mumbled under his breath. Actually, he had no intention of ditching his detentions. He had some better ideas on how to occupy his time while he was there…
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Hmm… So this is detention… Bakura observed the bleak classroom. He had to say, he was not impressed. The spirit had never experienced detention before being that Ryou was such an exceptional student.
But, Bakura was more than pleased when the teacher placed there to watch him sneaked off to the teacher's lounge within the first few minutes. Bakura was the only person in detention that day. And, that meant he could have some fun…
The yami stood up and made his way to the vacant desk of the teacher and began sorting through all the items in the drawers. He found a turkey sandwich and a confiscated phone, both of which he pocketed. Nothing else interested him. Most of the contents were pencils and paper, which nauseated the thief.
Suddenly, the classroom doorknob began to shake.
Bakura sprung up and scrambled to his desk just before the door opened.
An overweight teacher pushed a person in, mumbling, "Stay here 'till detention is over…"
The classroom door slid shut, leaving the student with Bakura to wait through detention.
"Pharaoh?"
Atem looked up at Bakura and shrugged. He sauntered over and took the seat next to Bakura. He asked the albino yami casually, "What's up?"
"You got detention?" Bakura questioned, genuinely surprised. He crossed his arms and inquired nonchalantly, "Did the teachers get fed up with you for having too many straight A's?"
"Oh, Bakura, you underestimate me so," Atem replied, tapping his foot on the floor, restless.
Bakura's curiosity grabbed a hold of him, and he asked, "So, why are you here?"
The Pharaoh enlightened, "I'm actually here for Yugi."
"What could that little munchkin have done?" Bakura interrogated.
Atem's eyebrows furrowed, but he answered quietly, "He was off task… playing card games." Bakura almost laughed, but Atem shot him a look. The Pharaoh continued, "He didn't want it on his record, so I told the teacher it was actually me-"
"Which is believable, considering how often you play cards," Bakura cut in.
Atem softly growled but resumed, "- And, that's why I'm in detention."
"So, you took the heat for your hakari? How noble of you," Bakura said with mock praise. He got no reply. Wanting to agitate Atem, he stated, "I guess the good yami couldn't actually ever do anything to get himself detention." Bakura stroked his cheek to signify a tear and faked sniffles while he said, "So sad. You're a disappointment to yamis everywhere."
Atem hissed, "I could do something bad. I just don't want to."
"Excuses, excuses." Bakura brushed off his justification.
"I could!" Yami protested loudly.
"Prove it then." Bakura grinned, letting Atem know he had just fallen into his hands. The thief inquired, "Wanna help me do something bad?" He wagered temptingly, "I'll let you pick what…"
Atem's eyes narrowed. He questioned, "Like what?"
Bakura smiled, explaining, "Oh, we can do an amateur prank if you'd like. I'm sure we can think one up. In fact… I think I have something so simple, even you can do it."
"Does it involve leaving this room?"
"Yes."
"Then, I can't," Atem insisted, looking off to the side with a bored expression, "I have to stay here for Yugi."
Bakura scoffed, "Honestly, Pharaoh, do you think I'd be stupid enough to be caught while committing my acts of evil?"
"You were caught doing your last one, apparently. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."
He had a point.
"I got caught on purpose." He didn't really, but it wasn't like he was trying to be secretive about it.
Atem seemed to gain a little interest and looked at Bakura, as if trying to see if there were any beneficial aspects of going along with what he said.
Bakura added, "This little prank will get you out of tomorrow's pop quiz in Algebra."
"There's a pop quiz in Algebra tomorrow?"
"According to Ryou."
"Fine." Atem stood up and sighed, stressing, "But, this is a one time thing."
Bakura followed suit and stood up as well. He smirked, dismissing, "Whatever, whatever. Now, com'on!" He dragged Atem out, not trusting that he would follow as he told him, ending with an evil laugh, "There's only an hour left of detention and so much destruction to cause."
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Homeroom. The next day.
Bakura glanced at Atem, and they nodded at each other. They both knew what was coming.
The teacher, the one that was always late, walked over her desk hurriedly, saying, "All right, students, pop quiz today!" The students groaned. "Let me get the tests out of the desk and we can start…"
She opened the drawer to remove the papers, and instead of finding a stack of tests, discovered a vat of frogs. She screeched as they jumped out of the desk and onto the tiled classroom floor. The rest of the class joined in the panic and screamed as well, tripping over one another to exit the classroom now filled to the brim with frogs.
Well, minus Bakura and Atem. They were in laughing fits on the ground.
To Bakura, this was a really immature prank that only brought slight amusement. But, to Atem, this was probably the worse thing he'd ever done. And, to him, it was hysterical.
"Com'on," Bakura muttered, grasping Atem's arm and pulling him out of the room, "First rule of being a delinquent: Always get away from the crime scene. The second is: Deny everything. So, let's go so we can make it to the second step." He yanked Atem out into the hallway, the past Pharaoh still in somewhat of a laughing coma.
They made it to the gym, far away enough to be considered innocent bystanders.
Atem finally got a hold of his laughter and stuttered, "That- was actually- kind of fun- Bakura!"
Bakura grinned and patted Atem's back, congratulating, "Welcome to the dark side, Pharaoh. By the way, the cookies were a lie."
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Domino High School suffered several more pranks that week, each one a little more amusing than the last. It was doing more than disturbing the peace; it was distracting Bakura from the discomfort of school. Killing two birds with one stone, really… But, nothing could distract him from what he was soon forced to do.
He had to write an apology letter to the bitch that had bad-mouthed his hakari.
"I'm not doing it!" Bakura screeched while he played video games on the sofa.
"You have to, 'Kura," Ryou explained, "The school's going to suspend you if you don't."
"And, what's so bad about being forced to stay at home?" the yami questioned, not understanding this. He leaned to the left self-consciously when he virtual racecar went around a bend.
Ryou clarified, "Because, they'll send a note home that your parents have to sign. Then, what will you do?"
"Forge a signature?" Bakura offered, eyes still on the TV screen.
Ryou shook his head, admonishing, "No, Kitty. Bad. No more signature forging… Not after the passport incident…"
"Never. Speak. Of. It. Again." Bakura laced every word with acid for emphasis, shuddering at the memory.
Ryou sat down on the couch next to his yami, a textbook lying carelessly on his lap. He thought. He couldn't think up any other solution than to write the letter.
"Can't think of anything either?" Bakura guessed after a few minutes, placing his game controller down to drink some root beer.
Ryou shook his white head sullenly.
"Fine," Bakura huffed, "I'll write the damn letter. Will that make you happy?"
"Yes!" Ryou hugged him.
"The things I do for you…" Bakura muttered just quiet enough not to be detected by his hakari.
Author's Note: Lots of stuff happened, huh? Important chapter. You like? Prove it! Write me a review! ?