Chapter 3
Bakura's POV
Of all the people in this bloody school, why did it have to be me?
I started to guide her to her classes. I just walked, and if something passed by on her list of classes I'd point it out and figured she'd remember it. I was also showing her other rooms, thinking that will take up more time so I don't have to get to class.
Then I had an idea. If I'm going to stall time, why don't I have some fun? and I proceeded down my hallway, the new girl still behind me.
"Uh…so…what's down here?" she asked me, sounding as if she didn't want to hear the answer.
"Just keep up with me," I said. Why not have some fun? Being the new new kid, she'll have to learn sooner or later that school can be another form of torture.
My hall is different than the others in the school. This hall had more appeal. There is less lighting and it's hardly used by the other students. There was a hidden staircase that the students weren't supposed to use, most-likely because it goes to the roof of the school. Nobody's allowed up there. How do I know where it goes? Because, I've been up there, and on more than one occasion. Across the hall from the staircase is another room. It's the room where I go to when there's a class I don't want to go to, or, in other words, all of my classes. Though there are some occasions when I am present for class, but let's just say I'm not exactly myself.
I led the girl – what's her name? Lucy? – to the end of the hall to the dark green door, the door to the boiler room. I unlocked it with the copy I made of the key which I stole from the office. Then I opened the door, and allowed her to enter.
"What is this place?" she asked.
"This," I said, closing the door behind us and locking it, "is the best room in the school…well, one of them anyway." Unless you count the roof as a room.
"Does it have a name?"
I went to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall. "The boiler room…"
"And…why are we down here?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she walked towards me.
Ignoring her question again, I reached in my pocket and said, "The door can't be opened from either side without this key," and I pulled the key from my pocket and started to dangle it within arm's reach of her. She tried to grab it, as I expected, but I pulled it away faster than she could get her hand halfway to it. I chuckled and asked her, "Are you afraid?"
She didn't answer. She just turned away.
Lucy's POV
Oh great. Stuck here…with him! That's just great…great. Super. Just…fantastic.
"Well I don't see why you're so upset about this," he said, "After all, we're missing class."
"But it's my first day!" I protested, "Did you think that the teachers weren't informed that there's a new student?" I started to yell, "What happens when I'm not there? They're going to think I played hookie! They're going to call my mom! They're going to—"
"Would you STOP yelling?!" he snapped.
I just looked at him. I couldn't tell if my eyes were narrowed into slits or open wide and gaping at him. "Fine," I said, "Look, I don't need you! I don't need this!" then I marched to the stairs and sat down.
Bakura's POV
Thoughts kept crossing my mind. Mainly about how annoying Lucy is, and how annoyed I feel just listening to her. So what if she misses her first day? If you ask me, I think I did her a favor…wait, why do I care?
Just then an even more annoying voice sank into my subconscious. A voice I knew all too well…
"So are you going to help her or just sit around like a jerk?"
Possessing a human came with a price, I'm afraid; his spirit and mine now share the same body. Meaning to say we go through the same experiences, wear the same clothing, and occasionally talk to each other mentally. God, I hate his voice. Ryou can be such a do-gooder I sometimes feel sick just talking to him.
"I'd rather sit. It's hard to watch the show when you're in it, so would you mind leaving? Besides, she doesn't need me, she said so herself."
"Look, she may have said that, but do you actually think she meant it?"
How should I know? Better yet, why should I care? "If she didn't mean it, then why did she say it? Why do you care anyway?"
"Because I was once a new kid too, remember? How many people bullied me? Go on, guess!" I didn't respond. Honestly, I had no idea. But nobody bothers him now. "See!" he said, "Even you don't know!"
Another thing I had to share with Ryou was his oppressors. I couldn't tolerate them if I tried. But I didn't. They had to go, and I wasted no time in getting rid of them. So, as much as I hated to admit it, Ryou might be right.
"Alright, so what?" I said.
"Well, you should probably apologize first—"
"No! I won't do anything of the sort!"
"Okay…honestly, I'm not surprised…Then get us out! I don't need another call home saying I skipped class. That 'But an evil spirit took control of my body' excuse isn't working."
I smirked. Ryou has been more sarcastic since I've met him. Maybe I'm rubbing off on him.
I snapped out of my mental conversation and came back to reality. Lucy was still on the stairs, face in her hands…I felt something…was it guilt? Maybe I'm not the one rubbing off on Ryou, but he on me…no. No, I don't think so. I think he's just still in my mind. At least, I hope so. I stood up and walked over to her and said, "If you want to go then by all means…" I handed the key to her, "get out."
She took the key, but she didn't move. "I kind of like it down here," she said, to my surprise, "It's quiet, and cold…" then she looked at me, "It's a good place to think. Just, rest your mind and take pleasure in the silence."
What the hell just happened? "Are you going to leave?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she said, "I really don't want to miss any classes. Let me be here for a week or so before I start skipping school. Are you gonna come?"
And then I said something I never thought I'd say to that, "Yes."