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xXDeidara-chanXx: Bakura should write a book filled with his wisdom and it would become a best-seller.

ri-chan220: I have actually managed to make this chapter shorter (I know I'm brilliant) but because it would have been WAY too long so I have split it into two chapters. Oh and thank you ^__^

xnightmare'sxnightmarex: thanks, Ryou and Bakura are badass together (when Bakura's not beating him up) but I don't really like tendershipping :P thanks for the input btw still deciding on other pairings :D

Aghony-Of-Darkness: yes I am continuing this, in about 4 lines.

Shadowed Knight: Thanky-doodle :I

A/N: yeah I officially suck for not updating quicker. I was really getting into this story but I have a really bad attention span. I will not delay you any longer.

Bakura's lessons after that were not only Ryou-less, but the pharaoh and his flunkies were irritatingly present in every class until lunch. Bakura would have said the morning had crawled by but that would imply that there had been a form of movement involved, he could have sworn the clock on the wall of the classrooms had stopped a few times.

He tried to keep his head down and not be noticed by the teacher or the maddening group. The teachers and he had an unspoken agreement that he wouldn't maim, yell at, use profanity or generally harass any students or teachers and he wouldn't have to do any work. Students not producing work were normally frowned upon but Bakura was a special (very special according to the school counsellor the one time the staff had tried to deal with the Bakura problem by sending him to a professional to deal with his "anger issues". The counsellor had quit the next day) case.

Eventually, the generic bell rung indicating the end of the lesson and Bakura scrambled out of his chair and out the soul crushing class room, looking forward to not having to listen to any of the annoying laughter of the friendship squad for the whole of lunch. The universe however, like to play a game called "fuck Bakura" so just as Bakura had made it half way down the corridor he heard the ill fittingly deep voice of the Pharaoh call out.

"Hey thief!" Bakura stopped his fast walk and gritted his teeth. The pharaoh walked up to him with a stern look on his face. Did this guy ever relax? His cheerleads hung back, watching them both warily.

"What are you doing here?" the pharaoh asked as if Bakura being near him mortally offended him in some way.

"To get an education," Bakura said, mock offended, "God, that a crime now, to want to learn?" This was, of course, a lie. There was no way in hell Bakura was going to learn anything that he considered important at school but telling the pharaoh the true reason he was at school was because he had nowhere else to go and he got a free lift there, was out of the question.

"Oh," the pharaoh said slightly taken aback, "I didn't take you as the 'settling down' type." It was clear he was still very suspicious of him.

"Well there you go," Bakura said, bored of the conversation and turning around, "I like to keep things fresh, keep the public guessing."

"Wait a minute thief," Bakura felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder, "I'm not sure I'm ok with you rampaging around the school."

Bakura could have had a fit form the anger that built up within him at those words. How dare he think that he could decide what Bakura could and couldn't do! He turned back around to tell that spiky hair moron where to go when a soothingly deep voice said.

"What's going on here?"

Bakura whipped around again, feeling like a bloody spinning top to stare at Kaiba who was standing next to them surveying the pharaoh with strong dislike.

"I was just asking the thief whose bright idea it was to let him in the school." The pharaoh said, a little put off by the sudden appearance of Kaiba and his glare. If Bakura didn't loath him so much he would have felt sorry for the pharaoh, Kaiba's glower was known to have made many an employs quit and/or leave the country.

"That would be me then." Kaiba said coolly.

"What?" The pharaoh spat.

"I brought him here this morning, I thought it wise for him to stay in school and I will decide whether or not he should say or not." Kaiba growled.

"Hey," Bakura frowned up at Kaiba, cursing his height, "I decide what I do!"

"No you don't shut up." Kaiba said glancing at him and Bakura distinctly saw him give him a small smirk. Bakura fumed but kept quiet. He was quite enjoying Kaiba laying into the pharaoh on his behalf, even if it was making him look like a complete bitch.

"Well I guess it will keep him out of trouble and he won't go robbing some shop or something." The pharaoh said, glancing from Bakura to Kaiba. Bakura growled at him. Like he would bother robbing some petty shop! Well maybe if it was a jewellery shop or some elaborate heist and he was really strapped for cash.

"In future pharaoh," Kaiba smirked at the name, "you should keep your nose out of other people's business and take more time finding some better ah," he paused and looked over to the cheerleaders who were still watching them, "friends."

With that he spun around and stalked off to the canteen with Bakura in tow, the pharaoh gawping after them.

Bakura snickered. All things considered, the morning had gone very well.

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How Bakura knows which class he's going to is anyone's guess but I like to think that it is poetic licence to just leave out such blatant flaws in my plot (and to put Bakura through hell :D)