I shook my head and looked at Bakura. "You just conveniently had a flashlight with you when you found me?"
"Well, no, genius. I was on my way home when I saw a giant lump on the road. I went here to grab a flashlight and found you bleeding out on the road." he explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I didn't know where the hospital was, so I brought you back with me instead."
"And then stripped me." I added.
"Changed you out of your soaked clothing and modestly changed you into something more comfortable."
"That's not the point." I tried to say. "You, without hesitation, removed me of my clothing, in your bedroom, while I was unconscious, dressed my wounds, and then changed me into a pair of your pajamas. Do you not understand the concept of personal space or do you just not give a shi-"
"Look." he said, suddenly a bit harsh. I shut up and scooted back. "I didn't have to do anything, you know. If it weren't for me, you'd probably still be out there in the rain. You probably would've been run over. If you wish to leave then by all means I'll step out of the way, Violet."
I contemplated this for a minute. He did help me, and he didn't need to. I don't know him, but he doesn't know me, either, and he's newer to Domino than I am. I should cool down and give him some space, I decided. I looked up with confidence and shrunk back in nervousness again.
He stared at me the way he did in class again. My spine tingled lightly. He felt dangerous, like he suddenly had really bad intentions.
"I'm sorry, Bakura..." I muttered, and the tingle died a bit.
His shoulders, which I hadn't noticed had been drawn in, now lowered down and he relaxed again.
"Whatever," he snapped. "I'll just cast your foot and send you off, then."
"Wha- back out in the rain?" I exclaimed. Had I really pissed him off that much?
"It's slowing down. You should be able to distinguish up from down." he said it as he walked, and then was out the door. I could hear his heavy footsteps down the staircase.
I sat there, mouth agape like an idiot, and shouted down to him.
"Can I at least have my stuff back!"
Bakura entered the room with my bag and, now dry, clothes, and set them on the desk next to the bed. I was lying back staring at the ceiling, counting all the different spots I found, when he suddenly grabbed my ankle.
I cried out and sat up, pain shooting up my leg. He instantly let go and stood back, poker face turned into surprise and confusion.
"The pain spread into your lower leg..?" he asked, more to himself. "Glad I made a knee high cast, then." The emotionless expression returned and he grabbed me again, gentler.
"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, fighting tears. I legitimately did not trip on anything that hard, so why was my heel broken? How the hell do you break a heel, anyway? Wouldn't it have made more sense to break my toe? I tripped on a lot of curbs, so why aren't my toes broken?
"Putting a cast on your leg, what I just told you I was going to do several minutes ago." he replied, holding the cast. It had been split in half, I would assume, to slide my leg in without making me bend my foot. He slipped the halves on one at a time and they made a loud clicking noise.
"You...are the strangest boy...I have ever encountered in my life!" Having a conversation with him was like riding a roller coaster in the dark. You have no clue where it's going to take you. One minute you're up, and then you're shooting downward and then you're spiraling, and then you're back to going up. Now all of a sudden, you're going sideways, because you know, roller coasters go sideways!
And yet, everything he said made sense. But it was so simple that I just couldn't process it all, and I'm overwhelmed. He just jumped from one thing to the next and did things like they were everyday happenings! Is picking a stranger up off the street and casting her leg an everyday thing? I don't think it is unless you're some sort of doctor!
"Are you a doctor?" I asked. Of course, he said no.
What the hell.
Gently, he shook my leg to make sure the cast was secure, and then picked up a pipe. He slammed it down on the cast and I screamed.
"It's sturdy. Your leg should be fine as long as you don't apply too much pressure to it." he explained, setting down the metal stick. I shook like a dog.
"You attacked my leg with an iron pipe!" I yelled. "Get off me, get out of the room! I'm changing and going home! You're a mad man! A mad man, Bakura!"
In response, he stared at me, then at the pipe, then laughed hysterically. Whether he was laughing at the stupid stunt he pulled or at me for freaking out, I didn't care. It scared the daylights out of me.
I shuffled around him and grabbed my things. I could change when I got home. Right now I needed to be around someone other than this albino mental asylum escapee.
Quickly, I hobbled downstairs. I could hear his footsteps follow after me and picked up my pace.
The front door, I could see it! I shuffled as fast as my little legs could carry my and reach for the knob.
A thunderous roar rang through the sky and several large strings of lightning were on a missing to tear the world apart. Defeated, I dropped my hand to my side and turned to see Bakura, staring at me with one eyebrow raised. He leaned against the banister and I could tell he was trying to hide his smile.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Afraid of some noise and a bit of light?"
"No." I replied, raising my head. "I'm afraid of death. If a bolt hits me, I'm literal toast."
"Then you don't have to leave." he said. I stopped short and juggled my options.
Stay with psycho albino Brit who assaulted me with a pipe or risk getting fried out in a thunderstorm. Decisions, decisions...
I sighed. "I don't?" I asked.
He shrugged. "No. If..." he smiled at me. "You apologize for calling me insane."
"Apolo- you struck my leg with a ten pound iron rod, of course you are insane!"
"Then happy nature shower."
"...Imsorefrcllnyusne..."
He leaned in and cupped his ear. "What?"
"I'm...soryforcalnyuinsne."
"One more time?"
"I, Violet Fiona Anamarie Rose, sincerely apologize for calling you, Bakura, insane!" I snapped. He chuckled in response.
"Welcome to my lovely mini mansion, then. You can keep the room you woke up in for pick from the other six guest rooms I have in my fine residence." Ooo, the milker.
Wait, did he say mansion?
Slowwwwwwwww progressssssssssssss...I know.
I'll speed it up, don't worry. Suddenly got hit with Writer's Block and it is kicking my ass.
But I've gotten past the speed bump, so this should come easier to me now.
Sorry this chapter sucks. Seems like they're getting worse, don't they?
And I loved writing Bakura as a psycho bitch. XD
Bakura is not mine.
Violet is. (Yeah, that's her name. I thought it was pretty!)
DON'T JUDGE HER LONG NAME. *crai*
...God damn I need some sleep.
Later.