The day after Ryou first met Bakura, Ryou found himself in the park on the same bench.

Ryou's POV

Stupid Spanish homework. I get why I need to do it, but why so much?

I suspect the teacher hates us.

You may think it odd, but why else would he be so cruel? Not even the English teacher assigns this much. The English teacher. And we speak English!

So here's my theory. The Spanish teacher had, once upon a time, been an ordinary kid in school. He started being less popular with his peers so after he was constantly rejected by girls he liked and isolated from everybody, he swore revenge on school children. He spent many years attending college and eventually getting his master's degree in teaching a foreign language before he put his plan into action.

To begin he got a job in a normal little town. Where he became the Spanish teacher. You see, he chose a foreign language to teach because generally kids who are willing to learn another language are over- achievers who won't sacrifice their grades for a social life.

So he slowly started assigning more and more homework. Emphasis on the slowly. He did it so steadily that his students barely realized they were getting so much homework until it was to late and they were declining invitations from their friends so they could get their absurd amount of homework done.

Now we may only may be halfway through that, but it's going to happen.

My thoughts grew more and more paranoid the longer I sat there. I was so absorbed in my mental rant that I didn't notice a certain white haired guy sit down beside me.

Bakura's POV

I saw that Ryou kid sitting on the same bench as yesterday.

'Hmm, might as well grace him with my presence.' I thought grinning as I made my way over to where he was sitting.

Ryou is so adsorbed in whatever he's writing he didn't even notice I came over. I silently sat down, casually leaned over, then discreetly looked at what he's writing. I'm practically a ninja it was so secretive. I'm expecting a letter from some secret agency wanting to hire me for my amazing skills soon.

It was pretty useless to do that, the looking at his writing part. It's all written in Spanish! So I guess he really was telling the truth and doesn't speak English. I totally called it. Totally.

"Ahem" I clear my throat to get his attention, and the kid practically jumps a foot in the air he's so startled! Thankfully he didn't jump into my chin again. I wonder if he reacts like this anytime somebody tries to talk to him.

But I swear I won't hesitate to punch him in the chin if he hits me again. Nobody that... petite can best the amazing Bakura.

Ryou's POV

"Ahem" came from beside me and made me jump in shock. I hadn't realized I was that out of it. I must break that habit. Last time I zoned out that much I hadn't come 'back down to earth' until everything I owned had been taken from me and put in the fountain.

What I really wonder is how they got the majority of my clothes off without me noticing...

After recovering from my shock I see it's Bakura. I should have hit his chin. Maybe that would teach him not to sneak up on me. You think he would learn from past experiences. Is it too late to jump into his chin?

I glance at Bakura quizzically.

Yeah, yeah I think it is.

I look at Bakura a little more, pursing my lips.

Or is it?

I narrow my eyes as somebody bad vision would to see better.

Yeah, it's too late. Too bad.

"Hey, Ryou" Bakura said in a singsong voice.

"¿Sí?" I asked, I don't know if I really like his tone...

"¡Puedoreclamarestebanco! I claim this bench!" He said with a smirk. I bet he was so proud he could say that. I bet he was so proud because he stayed up all night thinking of that.

But I'm glad he gave the translation right after or my cover might have been blown. Yeah that's right. My cover. I'm like a secret undercover spy. Only not in as cool of a situation. Note to self: as soon as possible, become secret undercover cop/spy/agent. Or do you need to go to some country like England for that? It seems like the best secret agents are from England. The popular ones it seems. Wait, isn't that an oxymoron? Popular secret agent. Yeah, that's an oxymoron.

I shook my head in to clear those weird thoughts out of my head. I need to focus on my Spanish homework. My English teacher sure would be proud of me, though.

Oh wait, Bakura's still here. Oops, forgot about him for a second there. But I don't know how to reply to what he said. Literally and figuratively speaking.

I think Bakura wanted more of a reaction from me. Because he started poking me in the arm. The first poke made me flinch, more from surprise than anything else, I swear. I'm totally not a weakling like so many people think!

More pokes were delivered to the exact. Same. Spot. I ignored it for a little bit, but he wouldn't stop!

My lips twitched downward into a semi-scowl as soreness started spreading in my arm. I shall never admit this hurts.

I moved down the bench so I would be out of reach of that evil finger. Yes, it's evil. Bakura isn't. He's more like a small child trying to get his way by annoying people.

But his finger... pure evil.

Bakura moved down and resumed poking me. I'm about to hit him. Dang, what's with these violent thoughts? I do have to wonder how mad he would get if I did hit him, probably a lot. I internally chuckle. I wonder if Bakura's face would get all red if he got mad. That would be so funny. It would be even funnier if smoke started coming out of his ears like in those old cartoons.

The contrast of the color of his face and his hair would be interesting to see. I'm tempted to do it just to see how it works. Perhaps...

Bakura poked my arm extra hard.

"Ow!" I exclaim. Drat! I hadn't meant to do it! Bakura is smiling this infuriating grin that is causing me to grow angrier just seeing it. My arm is sore. Really sore. Like really, really sore. That's right, it's so sore it need two really's to accurately describe my pain. This is just a source of amusement for him. Not that it hurts that much. Okay kinda, maybe a little, yeah.

I move down the bench a little.

Bakura followed.

Bakura's POV

I kept poking Ryou. It's amusing. This is my way of testing people's patience. The longer they last, the less likely it is that they'll call the cops on me. At least that's how I see it.

Ryou moved down the bench so I did too. Does he really think that will work? Now it seems like Ryou's going off into his own little world. So to get him to pay attention I poke him really hard in a spot I'm positive is sore by now.

By 'a spot' I mean the only spot I've been poking this whole time. If there was an award for accuracy when it came to poking people in the arm, I would have all of them. Whether because I won them or stole them, I would own them all. Then promptly burn them all. I won't be seen having a wuss award like one for poking people in the arms.

"Ow!" Ryou exclaimed. But I'm pretty sure it was more from the shock of me pulling him back to reality. I will not be ignored.

Ryou moved down the bench a little.

I followed.

Ryou's POV

'Why won't he stop poking me?!' I thought as I moved down the bench again. It was a mistake and I regretted doing it the moment I saw Bakura's grin turn into a smirk of victory.

I was at the end of the bench.

He better not-

THUD

-push me off.

He just pushed me off. Dude, I just got pushed off a bench by a stranger.

Who even does that?!

Bakura pumped his fist in the air in victory. " Puedo reclamar este banco en el nombre de Bakura! "

An idea for revenge came to mind, I know it may be pathetic but at the moment it seems incredibly brilliant. Bakura didn't notice me grabbing one of my pencils or a stick note. I'm not even sneaky or anything, he was just that caught up in gloating about his victory. This will teach him. Teach him not to mess with me!

Even if everybody else does, he won't get away with it!

Bakura's POV

That was hilarious! Ryou's expression was priceless when he realized I was gonna push him off! In fact, it was so funny, that I forgot about Ryou until I heard a small thud. I looked up from my laughter. And saw that Ryou had stabbed a pencil into a crack in the bench. But it wasn't just any pencil, on the pencil was a sticky note with 'Ryou' written on it to create a makeshift flag.

As clever as that was, I couldn't let Ryou win. No, with that flag he was denying my claim to this bench. I can't let him do that. He looked comically horrified when I pulled the pencil out and tossed it aside.

I sat there smugly with crossed arms because I had won, this was a time for gloating. Well, all the time is a time for gloating because I'm just that awesome, but now is extra special. Ryou stood up and pointed to the pencil with a deadly serious look on his face.

The message is clear: pick up the pencil.

I wasn't about to do that though, and apparently Ryou wasn't about to stop either.

"No" I said immaturely.

" Sí." Ryou said equally as mature as me.

"No."

" Sí"

"No"

" Sí"

"No"

"¡Sí!" Ryou glared at me. He looked about as threatening as a baby bunny... But doesn't that kinda mean I'm kinda having a glare-off with a baby bunny?

"Fine" I stood up trying to maintain as much of my pride as I can. This is just so this kid will stop with that pathetic little glare of his. It, it actually made me a bit sad to see somebody who looks so much like me so bad at something that had been perfected by me.

It does stroke my ego a bit to know nobody, not even a doppelganger, can glare as well as I.

Just as I was bending over to pick up the pencil, I was tackled to the ground by a laughing Ryou who jumped on my back.

Normally I would've gotten incredibly angry, but Ryou just amuses me. That's why, instead of punching him in the face like I would to anybody else, I rolled over so he was pinned to the ground. Now it's my turn to laugh. And laugh I shall.

Ryou tried to do the same to me and we ended up wrestling in the dirt. We're laughing like madmen, I will even admit it's kinda fun. At least until a beeping interrupted our match. We stopped and I looked around to find the source and I noticed it was Ryou's watch. He looked down at it and his eyes widened. Ryou scrambled up, grabbed his books and ran out of the park.

Before he was out of sight Ryou called back to me, "¡Adios!" as he waved with the hand not carrying his books.

TBC

Translations

Sí- yes

¡Puedo reclamar este banco!- I claim this bench!

¡Puedo reclamar este banco en el nombre de Bakura!- I claim this bench in the name of Bakura!

Adios- Good bye