Full Title: Bakura the Bandit King's Thoughts on the Guardian
Alternate Title: Reflections of the Thief King which Happen to Involve the Guardian
A/N This is going to be an arc, I warn you ahead of time.
The Guardian. He was boring. And intriguing. At the same time…somehow. Outwardly, the man was boring. Not normal, far from it in fact, but boring in an abnormal way. He was, like his robes, plain. Not white though; that was a difference between him and his clothing. He was very African. Bakura laughed slightly at his musings.
The Guardian was dull in the fact that to him, everything was pre-designed and everything should happen as it is meant to, fitting together like the Pharaoh's stupid Puzzle. At the same time, he was a means justify the ends sort of man, and his means could be very interesting, borderline fun. Bakura wished so much that he could have been there when the white clad spirit had battled the amnesiac Pharaoh in a Shadow Game, especially because he knew the Guardian had lost. But there was no one for the man to face save for the kindly spirit of the Ankh, who would probably never bring the ordeal up again. As much as Bakura detested the judge within the Scales, he desperately wanted the Guardian to have brought the damn thing, just so that Bakura could hear the sweet music of the corporal spirit being taunted. So maybe the Scale was good for one thing.
Still, the Ring detested being here. He just wanted his stupid "Chosen One" to come by so he could get out of this place and take the Puzzle for himself, but somehow he knew that wasn't going to happen for a while. He didn't know how he knew this, maybe it was just a gut instinct, but somehow he knew it was still going to be a while.
Laughter, malicious and very much akin to his own, filled his head.
"Shut up, Senui," Bakura muttered, mentally rolling his eyes. He very much disliked it here.
The Guardian was here, but he was paying no mind to the Items at the moment.
What a shame, I would very much like the company. Sarcasm. Stupid, good for nothing Guardian.
At this point, the Ankh hanging around the man's neck basically radiated annoyance, causing Bakura to smirk inwardly.
Bakura hated the Guardian, or at least, that's what he would say if one were to ask him, followed with something along the lines of a ground out, "Why do you care?"
In all actuality, the thief couldn't deny that he didn't mind the man so much, seeing as he had technically taken care of him, polishing his Ring, until he found his Master. That being said, he would never want to go back. That's why he kept Ryou around…sure, that was why.