XXDeidara-chanXx: thank you :D I was rather sleep deprived when I wrote last chapter (don't you love the way the mood changes each chapter? Proof of my bad writing skills)

Kiri-chan220: thank you and I have ^__^

xnightmare'sxnightmarex: thank you and thank you! If I'm making you laugh and entertained then I'm fulfilling my goals! Yes I dislike the pharaoh intensely (it may show slightly in my writing, very subtlety mind you)

A/N: longer than usual to make up for last chapter, enjoy :D

The pair strode off into the canteen. Bakura wasn't really sure whether he should still be following Kaiba but he hadn't told him where to get the hell away from him yet, so after deciding there was nowhere else to go, sat down opposite Kaiba when he sat down at an empty table.

"What do you plan on eating?" Kaiba said glancing up at him.

"Er," Bakura didn't know what he would eat. He would of course normally steal half of whatever Ryou had brought but, after a quick glance around the room, Bakura confirmed that his hikari was not there.

"I guess that I'll just slum it today." Kaiba sniffed disapprovingly. Kaiba had probably never "slummed it" in his entire life and obviously had no intension of ever trying it out.

"Well don't think I'm going to bail you out of this one." He said getting out a neat box and opening it. It was filled with sushi and a pair of chop sticks and of course it was arranged with the usual O.C.D precision.

Bakura eyed it for a moment then looked away, no point torturing himself, he thought glumly as his stomach gave an undignified grumble. He stared around the large room for a bit to try and take his mind off the fact that his stomach was probably eating its self but it only made matters worse because everyone was stuffing their faces.

Bakura sighed and looked back at Kaiba who had got a book out and was now holding it in one hand and feeding himself with the other, completely ignoring Bakura. Bakura thought that that was quite rude to just whip out a book when you had company but who was he to judge people about manners. Bakura noted that the book was written in a different language.

"Hey what's the deal with your book?" Bakura said, poking the offending book. Kaiba glanced at him then at the book and slowly lowered the sushi he had just raised to his mouth.

"In what way do you mean 'the deal'?" he asked.

"The language is wrong." Kaiba chuckled at this.

"It's in Russian." He smirked.

"Why?"

"To make sure my Russian stays in check." He said simply.

"Of course." Bakura said. How many languages does this guy know? He thought. He could barely keep up with knowing Japanese and Egyptian. Bakura eyed the book warily. The only books he'd ever heard of was the weird ones Ryou read. Strange romance novels about vampires or something, Bakura usually left him to it on the occasions he would read such drivel.

"I bet it's really just because you don't want anyone to know what you're reading." Bakura snickered. Kaiba smirked.

"Oh really, what kind of heinous book could I be reading then?" Bakura shrugged.

"Dunno, maybe it's a fluffy romance novel and you don't want to ruin your credibility." Kaiba's smirk grew.

"You got me; I just can't resist a whiney, desperate heroin and a narcissistic pretty boy in my literature."

Bakura laughed but eyes the book and Kaiba suspiciously.

They sat there in silence for a bit and Kaiba went back to his book.

"Kaiba?" Bakura started, resting his head on his hands. When Kaiba didn't answer he took it as he should continue. "Why do you come to school?"

Kaiba surveyed him, chewing his sushi thoughtfully, and then set down his book and chopsticks.

"Domino City regulations plus I don't want anyone to say I got an easy ride getting a cushy job at 'daddies' business." Kaiba said rather glumly. Bakura nodded.

"So what do you do about your company? Bet you have a bitch of a workload when you get to back." The now familiar smirk returned to Kaiba's lips.

"That's one of the perks of being brilliant"

Bakura grinned. It must be nice being brilliant, mind you if it meant working as hard as Kaiba did, Bakura defiantly preferred staying just 'pretty damn good'.

"Look," Kaiba said with a sigh, "I'm sick of your impertinent questions, go buy yourself some crap and I hope you choke on it." He threw some notes on the table and Bakura grinned victoriously. He was pretty brilliant after all.

Xxxxx

Finally, the day ended after having a very sickly lunch of eating his own body weight in food, with many a disapproving yet slightly amused looks from Kaiba, because a few notes to Kaiba was about ¥5000, and a few more boring classes. To Bakura it couldn't have come sooner. He made his way down the busy corridor, feeling rather pound of himself for not bunking of a single class. Kaiba's orderly behaviour must be rubbing off on him. Half way down the corridor he saw Ryou, fumbling about in his locker. Bakura smiled to himself and made a bee line towards him.

"How has my favourite hikari's day been?" He grinned leaning against the locker next to Ryou's. He looked up and smiled at Bakura.

"Oh yeah it's been ok."

"Guess who made it a whole flipping day without so much a sneezing the wrong way?" Bakura smirked proudly.

"Surly not the same person who got in a fight with Atem, just before lunch?" Ryou smiled slyly. Bakura blinked at him, Ryou really did know how to spoil his fun.

"Where were you at lunch anyway, I didn't see you in the hall?" Bakura asked, feeling a lot less proud as he had before. Ryou looked away from Bakura shiftily.

"Oh I er, went to the library, you know, to catch up on my homework." As Ryou said this, he shuffled more with his books and purposely avoided Bakura's gaze. Bakura frowned slightly, his hikari was such a bad liar he could always tell when he was telling even the simplest of lies, like who used the last of the shampoo. Bakura didn't bother to find out what he was so desperate to hide from him now, he usually would question him about it later when Ryou would be must less prepared and caught off guard, plus Bakura felt quite tired after doing a proper days work which he hadn't done in a very long time and couldn't be bothered to pry into Ryou's strange personal life.

"Whatever, hey Ryou I was wondering if I could come back and stay with you, now your," he paused and took a deep breath, "friends have laid off a bit."

Ryou beamed and instantly lost his shiftily manner, which he couldn't pull off anyway.

"Of course! The house has been so quiet without you and I've been cooking way too much food and I have no one to talk to and the other day I was thinking to myself that if I was suddenly attacked at home I would have no one to protect me and.."

"Ok ok!" Bakura cut in quickly, "a simple yes would have sufficed, you know." Ryou blushed slightly, but gave Bakura a quick hug anyway, despite his embarrassment.

"I just need to talk to a few teachers first," Ryou said closing his locker, "I'm not really happy with a few of my essays and I thought..."

"Just go!" Bakura said exasperated but smiling slightly. He really had missed his hikari and his strange ways.

"I'll see you in front of the school in a bit." Ryou said heading off down the hall.

Bakura watched him bump into several people as he went, apologising profusely and blushing again. God, Bakura thought, I still have a lot to teach him.

Bakura walked down the few steps that lead out of school, the feeling of accomplishment for finishing a full day still welling in his chest. He glanced around the milling crowd of students leaving the school and spotted someone he had been trying to avoid since lunch. The pharaoh was standing by one of the trees waiting for one of his cronies which was unfortunately directly by where Bakura needed to pass to leave the grounds. Cursing every God he could remember, Bakura walked passed him praying he wouldn't see him. He didn't think he could have another 'meeting' with the pompous git without throttling him.

"Hey thief, I want a word with you." Bakura glowered at the backpack of the girl in front of him he had been concentrating on. He guessed it was the Gods payback for cursing them. They had always been a bitch. The pharaoh had now stridden over.

"Listen thief," he muttered at him, "you may have got Kaiba on your side, heaven knows how, but you don't fool me for a second. You think you can just wash away what you did? Pretend it never happened? But let me tell you something, everyone one knows what you've done and what you're like and eventually Kaiba will see through you as well, he's no fool, he will find out what a pathetic little thief you really are and kick you out of his life like everyone else has."

All the time the pharaoh had been talking; white hot rage had been boiling up within Bakura, all of the happiness and pride he had been feeling was now gone. He trembled with anger, not trusting himself to move or speak, or he would surely lose control completely if he did.

"What's wrong thief," The pharaoh whispered quietly, "too scared to talk."

Bakura snapped. His mind was a mass of hazy, swirling thoughts, each curling into one another and none were really coherent. Everything seemed rather foggy. All he could make out was that he wanted to hurt the man in front of him very much. He whirled around, fist ready to strike.

"No Bakura." A distant voice called out. He raised his fist higher ready to pummel the prick in front of him into next week.

"I said, NO Bakura!" the voice said more forcefully. The voice seemed to make Bakura's head a little clearer. The fog was evaporating, leaving his mind strangely blank. It was ok though; the voice would tell him what to do. A gentle yet firm hand gripped his wrist and he lowered it slightly.

It said a few words to the man then the hand was pulling him away. Wait, he needed to stay here, he was meeting.....someone......it didn't matter.

He realised he had stopped moving, he blinked round and found himself sitting in a limo, Kaiba's limo. Bakura felt a rush of heat creep up his face as the reality of that fact that he had not only gone completely insane in front of Kaiba, but also allowed himself to be completely controlled by him to, sank in.

"Well that was a new experience." Kaiba smirked. Suddenly the smirk was a lot less alluring and a lot more annoying.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Bakura shouted. Kaiba's face immediately lost its smirk and turned back to the public Kaiba, serious and uninviting.

"If you mean stop you from going to prison for assault or possibly murder, I'd say just my civic duty." He growled.

"Well I didn't ask you to! I didn't ask you to do anything for me!" Bakura yelled again, he wasn't even sure why he was so angry.

"Well then, I would suggest you become less of a pathetic bitch then and then maybe you won't need such help." Kaiba retaliated hotly.

"Listen, just because you're like, grooming me or something..." Bakura spluttered.

"Excuse me," Kaiba half laughed, half screamed, "If I had any intentions of grooming ANYBODY do you really think a deranged, psychotic, murdering freak would be my first choice?"

"Yeah well do you think I would every hang around with a frigid, skinny, little faggot like you if you weren't handing out freebies where ever you went?" Bakura sneered. Kaiba blushed and was visibly shaking with rage.

"Get the hell out of my limo AND my life!" he shrieked. Bakura grabbed the hand of the car and glared at Kaiba.

"Gladly." He hauled himself out of the car and straight into Ryou, who had been standing by the car, mouth slightly open.

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Bakura and Seto go from zero to bitching in record speed. Oh yeah and I only mentioned twilight because my school has caught the Pattinson disease and you can't walk anywhere without a girl reading it. IT IS VERY CONTAGIOUS, BE WARNNED!