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Kiri-chan220: don't we all, don't we all!

Bakura lay flat out on his small single bed. The room was illuminated by the street lamp outside his window which made strange shadows out of the objects that made up his room. The room itself was a fairly small and rather bland, having no really personality or flare.

The room originally belonged to Ryou's dad who was constantly away on business and had no idea of Bakura's existence. Even though the room was now sort of his, Bakura still hadn't bothered to personalise it. Bakura somehow felt as though putting his things in there would make it his home and he still felt like an intruder here. This was Ryou's home; he was merely staying here until...what? His life had a purpose again?

Bakura let out a sort of groan/sigh and rolled over. He was feeling officially miserable. And when Bakura felt miserable people usually died or things are usually got stolen. Bakura felt like crap for quite a few reasons, the first being his rather big argument with a certain young billionaire. He couldn't tell if he was feeling guilty or angry over the situation, it tended to switch back and forth.

On one hand he was super pissed off with Kaiba trying to control him, like some pathetic slave you bought in a market, like he did with everything else, whereas he felt sort of bad for going completely off on one when Kaiba had just stopped him facing a rather long stretch of time on the run for murder.

He also felt a slight tinge of strange delight at the fact that someone had actually bothered to help him with anything. Bakura rubbed his face with his hands and groaned again. He was not used to having so many emotions building up inside him at once.

Usually it was very clear ones like hatred, anger, sadness and occasionally fear. Those he could deal with. Well, he used to be able to deal with. This new world was so different to what he was used to. Gone were the days you could just kill someone if they annoyed you or steal something if you wanted it.

He certainly hadn't dealt with the whole "I'm super pissed off with the Pharaoh so I'm going to kill his ex-servant" situation well. If anything it had made him feel worse what with all these new feeling springing up from nowhere, although it had annoyed the Pharaoh seeing him and Kaiba together which was always a plus.

His stomach gave a huge rumble. Another reason he was dejected was he had also had a row with Ryou after he heard his argument with Kaiba.

It was unfortunate for Ryou that he had been there straight after because Bakura was still extremely pissed off and took it out on him. He had gone so far as to make him cry, although it is quite an easy feat with Ryou, and Ryou had ran home and hadn't said a word to him all evening.

This of course meant thathe had not had anything to eat all evening. The last thing he had eaten was the food in the cafeteria he had bought with Kaiba's money. Another stab of guilty.

Bakura glared at his closet door, blaming it for everything screwed up in his life at the moment: Kaiba not speaking to him, possibly planning his murder, Ryou not speaking to him, the pharaoh existing.

Well, Bakura thought, there was one thing he could fix now and was probably the easiest one.

He got up and headed for the door. Anyway, he mused, Ryou's good with all advice and shit and has probably been itching to tell me what he things I should do about it. He loves all that dramatic crap.

Bakura slouched to Ryou room which was down the hall, completely not in the mood to grovel but knew it was the only way to make Ryou forgive him that didn't involve getting him some sort of present.

He tapped on the door and waited. Ryou open the door a crack and glared out.

"What do you want? If you're hungry then you can jolly well make your own..."

"I'm not her to ask you to make me anything, I'm here to apologise." Bakura muttered. Really, Ryou was the only one he'd ever do this in front. Well, he's the only one he'd even want to apologise to, well maybe, possibly, if everything else fails, Kaiba.

Ryou opened the door a little wider.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, listen Ryou I was out of order before, you know, just pissed about Kaiba and stuff," He was really so eloquent, "I'm sorry." He eventually muttered.

Ryou beamed and flew open the door.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He half skipped down the hall calling back,

"What would you like me to make you for dinner? I was thinking Soba?"

Bakura half smiled half sigh, Ryou really was too easy to please; he should really do something about that. Someone might take advantage, someone like him.

He followed him down the corridor into the kitchen where Ryou was busily getting out the noodles and boiling some water. He sat down at the table facing where Ryou was cooking and listen to him happily prattle on about his day and other things as he worked.

Soon the soba was ready and Ryou sat down opposite him handling him a bowl.

"So now Bakura," Ryou started as Bakura wolfed down the noodles, "I think seeing as you owe me for being a big meanie before you should tell me about what happened with you and Kaiba."

Bakura stopped solving food to look at Ryou. Suddenly he didn't really feel like talking about it, he preferred Ryou talking about whatever and he just listened. That was always so much simpler.

"Not much to tell," He said around a mouthful of noodle, "You heard most of it yourself."

"Not really, I just heard very raised voices. And I saw Atem looking rather rattled as well." Ryou gave a small smile.

"Yeah that moronic fool," He glared down into his bowl, "it was his entire fault, he provoked me."

"Look Bakura, you know I'm on your side and everything but the Pharaoh just worried about his friends and if you'll got a bit, well mental on everyone again."

"Hey I didn't go mental on everyone!" Bakura said defiantly.

"You did a bit" Ryou smiled.

"Yeah I guess." Bakura played with his noodles mournfully.

"Just tell me what happen and I'll try and help fix it." Ryou beamed, gripping Bakura's hand. Bakura looked up at him and didn't have the heart to deny him. Curse him and his magical puppy dog eyes.

"Well basically the friggin' Pharaoh was a dick, I lost it, went to hit him- probably more, Kaiba stopped me, took me to his limo, I freaked out on him, he yelled back, I yelled a bit more to keep the balance, he told me to get out of his life and I left." Bakura said in a fed-up voce.

"So why exactly do you feel sad? Is it because you didn't hit Atem or because you fell out with Kaiba?"

"Er," Bakura thought about it. It was because of Kaiba he felt like crap, he didn't really mind that he had stopped him hitting that twat, although the control thing was an issue, it was the prospect that Kaiba really hated him now and never wanted to see him again. God, that sounded so pathetic, Bakura thought. He had been close to him for what? A Day? And in that day hadn't he tried to kill him? God, He was so messed up.

"It's probably because I fell out with Kaiba." Bakura muttered. He felt weak for admitting it and didn't look at Ryou as he said it.

"Look that's fine, I was rather hoping that was the case, now I can actually help you with this. I was worried you were going to ask me to hold Atem down as you punched." Ryou chuckled at his own joke and Bakura also snorted at the thought of Ryou being able to hold down anyone over the age of 3.

"Well first things first, you do want to be friends with him again don't you?" Ryou asked now serious.

Bakura simple shrugged. Ryou took this as a yes and continued.

"Now the problem is how to make Kaiba friends with someone after he's decided to hate them." Ryou said thoughtfully.

"We weren't exactly friends before," Bakura muttered, "just kind of associates."

"Shush you, now I think you're going to have to do some important gesture to prove that you're sorry, I think he'll like the drama."

"And who says I'm the one who has to say I'm sorry? It takes two thingies to create friction!" Bakura glared.

"Oh come on Bakura, do you really think Kaiba is going to apologise? He has lasted all his life without friends or ever having to say sorry, I'm afraid to say he'd probably deny himself you just to spite you!" Ryou said exasperatedly.

Bakura glared, he'd like to have pointed out that he hadn't had any friends all his life but then Ryou would have gone all sulky and mutter things like "what about me" and they would have never gotten anything done.

"OK, so we're agreed we're going to do something to get your Kaiba back!" Ryou grinned.

"He's not my Kaiba!" Bakura snapped.

"Right, right," Ryou said with a wave of his hand, "you leave it with me and I'll think of something over night we can do and we can go to the shops before school tomorrow and get him something special, OK?"

Bakura wasn't sure he was OK. He was pleased his hikari was so eager to help and was sure he was going to think of something but he was rather worried what that thing was and how Kaiba was going to react to it.

This was either going to go very right or extremely wrong.

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Bakura shifted nervously down the corridor. He had broken into buildings and tombs so many times it was like second nature to him; a school locker should be a doddle. He wasn't nervous because of that, Bakura was nervous because if the owner decided to take a trip to their locker right now he would probable die of shame on the spot. He reached the locker he had visited the previous day and began to pick the lock hurriedly.

Bakura had decided to do it during first lesson when everybody was usually in class, well everyone that mattered was in class. Everyone who had an obsession of doing everything perfect was in class.

The locker sprung open and Bakura quickly shoved the contents of his bag into the locker. He paused, then arranged the object into a better position then quickly shut the locker and bolted back down the corridor to whatever class Ryou was in to confirm everything had gone OK and to pester him for the rest of the morning whether he thought it was going to work or not.

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Left it on an annoying note because if I write anymore my eyes will fall out! Yes that is an unnecessarily graphic image to leave you with but I've been on my laptop bloody hours! Plus it's my first day back to school in....5 hours....great.....