to silver tears 11: thanks ^^ hope this is long enough :D

Bakura stood in front of the tall iron gates, even with all the high-tech machines designed to keep people like him out, it was easy to climb over. The grand mansion in which the Kaibas lived was impressive. It seemed to be made so people would feel ashamed of their own homes. Although, as Bakura skulked up the long path to the house, he thought how unwelcoming and intimidating it was, much like the owner. The lack of security was somewhat pathetic, Bakura though, he guess it's because he didn't think anyone would dare to disturb him. He chuckled darkly at this; he was defiantly going to disturb him tonight. He skilfully clambered up the front of the house, the rain not affecting him at all and slithered expertly into one of the dozens of windows. Luckily for him, the room was empty so he silently slipped out and down the corridor looking out for any signs of movements from within the dormant rooms. Finally he found a room with a low glow coming from the crack under the door. He opens the door noiselessly and slips in. The only light source in the room was the computer screen at which a pair of sky blue eyes were fixed upon. Seto's fingers were a blur on the key pad; the annoying clatter of keys and the whir of the computers were the only sound. Bakura kept to the shadows of the large room, drawing a long thin dagger from his pocket. He didn't really have anything against this form of the priest but he had once sided with the enemy. Bakura mulled it over and decided that slitting his throat was the most suitable way to kill him. He crept to behind the desk, slightly surprised that he would be able to take out his revenge this easily and raised the dagger to hover by the ex-priest. His thoughts were only of how the Pharaoh would take the death of his reincarnated cousin. How he would pay. A rapid flourish of movements and Kaiba had one hand tightly gripping Bakura's neck and the other clutching the dagger to the top of his throat, pushing him roughly to the wall.

"I applaud you for getting this far, but I'm afraid this is where this little murder attempt will end." Kaiba said calmly. Bakura struggled against Kaiba's body fruitlessly, growling like an animal. Kaiba smirked and pushed himself harder against him and whispered

"Would you like to explain why you are here or would you prefer it if I just killed you right now, I'm sure no one would really miss you that much." To prove that his wasn't joking he pressed the knife harder to Bakura's throat.

"I came here to kill you!" Bakura spat, wondering how a person who sat at a computer all day was so strong. Kaiba chuckled darkly and cocked his head to the side, eyeing up Bakura.

"I can see that, but would you mind telling me why?"

"Because I fucking hate the Pharaoh and want him to suffer!" he growled. Kaiba raised an eyebrow.

"If you mean Yugi's weird double, then I couldn't agree with you more but what has that got to do with me?" Bakura was getting slightly unnerved by Kaiba's calmness of the situation; he guessed that attempts on his life must be a common occurrence, judging by his wealth, fame and status or he was just getting bored with working.

"If you die then he will know the pain of losing someone close to him, he will pay for what he has done!" Bakura snarled, desperately trying to get the knife in Kaiba's hand. Kaiba snorted and tossed the knife on to the desk, then grabbed Bakura's wrists and held them above his head.

"That probably would have worked if it wasn't for the fact that the alter ego doesn't give two shits about me," He paused for a moment, "you really are a strange little person aren't you." I wasn't a question; it was a statement that Bakura couldn't disagree with.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," he said honestly, "when in doubt, kill the first person you think of." Kaiba smirked at this; apparently he found petty murders amusing, or Bakura amusing. Bakura sighed, now that his murder attempt had completely failed and the adrenalin rush had gone, he suddenly felt very tired and a hollow emptiness that had once been filled with anger had now had lost its flare. He slumped against Kaiba and almost wishing he would kill him, maybe the Pharaoh might feel a little guilt from it and this hadn't all been for nothing, maybe not. Kaiba smelled like soap, Bakura noted sleepily.

"If I let you go, will you try and kill me again?" Kaiba asked, looking like he didn't really want to carry on holding the limp body. Bakura nodded and Kaiba dropped him instantly on the floor and stat back down in his chair, staring intently at Bakura. Bakura just let him stare. He had no idea what the hell was going to happen now. Maybe Kaiba was going to call some people to finish him off, to make it untraceable to him, somehow he doubted that. Kaiba didn't seem like the kind of person to just pass on his troubles to someone else, he would fix them personally.

"You go to Domino High correct?" Kaiba asked, bringing Bakura out of his train of thought.

"Er yeah, my hikari makes me go. To keep an eye on me." Kaiba didn't bother to ask what a hikari was. He was silent for a moment, apparently in deep though. Bakura wondered what his school had to do with this situation but didn't ask.

"You may stay here tonight," Kaiba said standing up, "tomorrow I will take you to school, then you may do as you please." Bakura stared at him in astonishment. He had tried to kill him so he got a free room for the night? What the hell!

"There is a spare room, 3rd door down the corridor, you can stay there. Do not under any circumstances disturb Mokuba. " Kaiba said bluntly.

"But-but why?" Bakura spluttered. Kaiba's eyes narrowed, clearly not used to being questioned.

"Because I said so."

Bakura got up shakily and walked slowly out the room, turning at the door to see Kaiba's attention was already back to the screen in front of him.

"You will be woken at the appropriate time tomorrow or in the morning as it were." Kaiba said eyes not leaving the screen.

"Er Ok, thanks." Bakura said still a little stunned by the situation. He closed the office door and walked down the corridor until he reached the correct door and went in. It was a generic rich person's bedroom with white furnished bed with matching dresser and closet. Bakura didn't bother to appreciate the decor much and just flopped down on the bed to mull over the odd occurrences of the night. Maybe he should attempt to kill Seto Kaiba more often if it to him a free room and ride. Bakura smiled into the pillow; maybe he had just met a person with even stranger logic than himself.