Housemates: A Few Questions
Nov. 26th, 2010 02:45 am"Bakura?" It still felt odd to call him that, Ryou thought. That was his name, dammit.
"Hm?" Bakura looked up from where he had been intently peeling an orange.
"How did you get here, anyway?"
Bakura smirked, turning back to his orange. He liked oranges. He'd stolen one from an Indian caravan, once, and had been pleasantly surprised when he'd woken up a few years back and discovered them in the markets here.
"Bakura?" And now Ryou was looking really suspicious.
"Let's just say it's a good thing we know Malik Ishtar."
Ryou blinked.
Bakura's smirk widened. "He got into the country illegally while completely off his rocker. I'm sane," he glared when Ryou snorted, "and much sneakier. It wasn't all that hard." Bakura sat back, grinning at the peeled fruit in triumph. "And then I just pestered Kaiba until he broke and agreed to forge the necessary paperwork for me. Good thing most 'paperwork' these days is electronic..."
"You are entirely too smug about this, you know?"
Bakura grinned again. "Yep."
Ryou was looking at him with a resigned expression. "I don't want to know how you got into Kaiba's office in the first place, do I?"
"Probably not," Bakura agreed, smirking again.
"Bakura…"
"I climbed through his window."
Ryou spluttered. "That's thirty stories up!"
"Yep. Took a while."
"And do I even want to know what his reaction was?"
"What do you think? He tried to shove me back out the window."
Ryou started laughing a kind of helpless, disbelieving laugh.
"So I told him if he didn't knock it off, I'd prove to him that I really do have enough blackmail material to last a lifetime and start telling Yugi every embarrassing story concerning him that I remember."
Ryou stared at him. "You barely spoke two words to him until this." Then paused. "Oh."
Bakura's smirk turned nasty. "I told you, didn't I? And I was right." He started to laugh. "Oh, just wait until everyone else figures it out."
And Ryou was grinning now, too. "Does Mokuba know?"
"Given how he was pestering me for those stories anyway... I'd guess yes."
"Hm?" Bakura looked up from where he had been intently peeling an orange.
"How did you get here, anyway?"
Bakura smirked, turning back to his orange. He liked oranges. He'd stolen one from an Indian caravan, once, and had been pleasantly surprised when he'd woken up a few years back and discovered them in the markets here.
"Bakura?" And now Ryou was looking really suspicious.
"Let's just say it's a good thing we know Malik Ishtar."
Ryou blinked.
Bakura's smirk widened. "He got into the country illegally while completely off his rocker. I'm sane," he glared when Ryou snorted, "and much sneakier. It wasn't all that hard." Bakura sat back, grinning at the peeled fruit in triumph. "And then I just pestered Kaiba until he broke and agreed to forge the necessary paperwork for me. Good thing most 'paperwork' these days is electronic..."
"You are entirely too smug about this, you know?"
Bakura grinned again. "Yep."
Ryou was looking at him with a resigned expression. "I don't want to know how you got into Kaiba's office in the first place, do I?"
"Probably not," Bakura agreed, smirking again.
"Bakura…"
"I climbed through his window."
Ryou spluttered. "That's thirty stories up!"
"Yep. Took a while."
"And do I even want to know what his reaction was?"
"What do you think? He tried to shove me back out the window."
Ryou started laughing a kind of helpless, disbelieving laugh.
"So I told him if he didn't knock it off, I'd prove to him that I really do have enough blackmail material to last a lifetime and start telling Yugi every embarrassing story concerning him that I remember."
Ryou stared at him. "You barely spoke two words to him until this." Then paused. "Oh."
Bakura's smirk turned nasty. "I told you, didn't I? And I was right." He started to laugh. "Oh, just wait until everyone else figures it out."
And Ryou was grinning now, too. "Does Mokuba know?"
"Given how he was pestering me for those stories anyway... I'd guess yes."