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It was still raining that morning, the grim, grey sky illuminated Bakura's room. A fresh uniform was laid out neatly at the foot of the ridiculously big bed. Bakura slept deeply, looking quite out of place in the lavish accommodations.

There was a polite knocking on the door. Bakura moaned rolling over, wishing many a painful death would fall upon the person on the other side of the door.

He heard a slight clearing of a throat then;

"Master Seto would like to inform you that you will be leaving in 30 minutes."

The voice was courteous, yet somehow cynical. Bakura listened to the footsteps of the person fade away down the corridor.

He opened a bleary eye to see the time on the ornate clock on the bed side table, then quickly closed it again after seeing the depressingly gloom light filling the room. 7:45. What an oddly specific time. The bed was way too warm to be leaving any time soon, so he merely snuggled down in the blankets further. Half an hour was a long time anyway.

25 minutes later Bakura woke again. He groaned when he saw the clock. Kaiba would be mad if he ruined his OCD-efficient timetable. He dragged himself from the warm bed and headed for the bathroom. When he'd finished his ablutions, he returned to the bedroom and spotted the uniform. He briefly wounded when it had been put there before putting it on.

It was a strangely perfect fit even though Kaiba had a good 3 inches on him and no doubt threw away his uniforms when he was done with them. He thought about making the bed as a sign of good will, then mental hit himself for thinking such things.

He walked out the room, then went back in and knocked over a vase just to make sure he wasn't going soft.

Bakura was glad Kaiba hadn't sent him to a room on another floor or he was sure to have gotten lost in the maze that was the Kaiba mansion. It didn't add to his navigational skills that he was also tired and stiff from standing so long in the rain.

He finally found his way down the stair case to the hall where a pre-teen was playing on a hand-held games consol. He didn't look up when Bakura approached him, looking awkward.

"So you're the weird kid that nii-san let stay." The boy said, thumbs attacking the device.

"Er yeah." He paused, a bit shocked by the bluntness to the boy and in two minds whether to be offended by the "weird kid" comment. "Did erm your nii-san tell you anything else about last night."

"Yeah, he said you tried to kill him." The boy sounded so calm Bakura didn't know what to say.

"Oh yeah right.." Bakura decided that this house defiantly made him less evil, any other time he would have tried to freak the kid out but now he merely stood there waiting to catch a ride with his controlling brother he had been intending to kill just last night.

Kaiba's voice filled the silence as he turned around the corner. His harsh voice matched his icy glare and as he walked passes, he slammed a school bag into Bakura's chest.

"You probably don't even have one." He muttered then went back to his phone conversation.

Bakura smirked at Kaiba's back as he followed him out the door with the boy bouncing along beside him. It was amazing what a different a couple of hours made, where was the smug bastard he had seen last night? He was going to enjoy pissing Kaiba off on the journey.

The heavy rain splattered Bakura, instantly soaking him as they make their way down the steps to the limo waiting for them. Of course the Kaiba's had umbrellas held for them by some eager looking servants.

Being out of the far-to-big-for-two-people-to-live-in house, made Bakura happy again, and by being happy it meant his evilness had come back.

Bakura flopped into the limo about a ¾ less gracefully as the elder Kaiba, which made a flicker of a smirk flit across said brother's face.

As soon as the engine of the limo started, Kaiba got his laptop out and began the incessant clicking of the keys.

Bakura growled in annoyance. Morden technology was the bane of his life, mostly because he could work the damn things and was too proud to ask for help.

"Doing anything interesting?" Bakura smirked peering over Kaiba's arm to peek at the bright screen.

Kaiba looked at him with an odd expression and leaned away from the thief.

"Nothing that would interest you."

"Try me, I may surprise you." Bakura said, trying to mimic his hikari's puppy eyes.

"I'm filling out the codes for my new gaming system" Kaiba said flatly.

"Ah." Bakura said looking at the seemingly endless numbers. Kaiba was right when he said he wouldn't be interested.

"Look Bakura, I'm not really big on small talk so do you want to just let me get on with this." Kaiba said. It wasn't a question.

Mokuba giggled. Bakura glared at him and Mokuba smiled innocently back.

"You in a much better mood when I sneak in your room in the middle of the night." Bakura muttered.

"What are you inferring?" Kaiba growled.

Bakura smiled at him.

"What? Oh just that maybe you were more of a night person, if you know what I mean." For this last part he turned to Mokuba, winking.

To Bakura's annoyance, Kaiba smirked.

"Yes well nights are always enjoyable when I'm kicking your ass."

What the hell did he mean by that? Mokuba giggled loudly while Bakura tried to work out if Kaiba meant the in a sexual way or he was just a sadistic bastard. Possibly both.

"If I recall you mealy disarmed me, you didn't "kick my ass"!" Bakura grinned in spite of himself.

"Oh yeah having you pressed against the wall with a knife at your throat is a just a setback, you had me just where you wanted me." Kaiba snorted.

Bakura chuckled. He hadn't argued like this with someone for ages. It was great.

"If you didn't cheat and have all those cameras you'd be dead right now."

"Oh yeah, I used placed cameras to see if a psychopath was going to slit my throat, how rude of me." Kaiba said, rolling his eyes.

Mokuba cough loudly. The two teens looked around at him.

"We're at my school now nii-san." He said glaring at Bakura.

"Oh yes so we are," Kaiba said, Bakura had a feeling he had lost track of time like he had, "Have a good day. Mokuba,"

The boy leaned forward to hug his brother before climbing out the car. As the car started again, Kaiba went back to his work, purposely not looking at Bakura.

Bakura knew he must really have to get some work done before they reached their school so he allowed him to work in peace. Instead, he looked out the window at the blurry scenery. He still had a slight smile on his face as he watched the uninteresting buildings whizz past.