Chapter twelve; Time Flies Fast

                I stepped outside of my car and took in a wiff of the spring air. I couldn’t believe how fast winter had come and gone. It was already April. I walked up the porch steps and grabbed onto the doorknob. I had the entire weekend to get drunk. I smiled to myself.

‘Finally. Something to do.’

Ryou sat in the dining room, Scribbling on some paper. He thumped his head with the butt of his pencil and then started writing again. I couldn’t tell what he was doing. I took off my shoes and walked into the kitchen.

“I’m home.” I said, Announcing my presence. He looked up at me and gave me a slim smile.

“Hey Kura.” He stated quickly and then went back to writing again.

“What are you working on?”

“My history report.” He was only trying to be nice.

“Oh? What about?”

“I really have to concentrate, Bakura sama.” He never lifted his head. Just looked from book to paper and scribbled some more. I growled and slammed the refrigerator door. I walked past and hit his book; Watched it fly through the air. He sighed a little and stood to pick it up. I walked away. How could he possibly act like that towards me when I was the one that was being nice in the first place. How DARE he?!

 

                I slammed my bedroom door and chugged down a bottle of beer.

“How DARE he?” I paced back and forth. I chucked the bottle at the wall and grabbed another one. The shattering sound sang in my ears. “After everything I’VE done for him…” I swigged some more and looked out the window. I balled my right hand in a fist as my left brought more alcohol to my mouth. I growled; Clenched my teeth. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and kept pacing. “What am I going to do with him?” I grabbed into the bed frame and stood still, Thinking. When I looked back down I noticed my nails sunk in a few inches. I pulled them out and shook my hand. I pushed my hair back out of my face and downed the rest of the bottle. I was starting to feel the effects coming on.

 

I picked up another bottle but soon slammed it into nightstand. I fell back on my bed as if I was falling backwards off of a cliff. I seemed to be falling forever. Wind rushed through my hair and burned my eyes. It started to get really bright and hot. I smelled the air. It was musty in a sense. I blinked when I landed and looked around, Shielding my eyes from the bright light. I gasped and sat up. I felt heat in my hand and brought it up quickly to stand. My knees started sinking into the ground. Sand was all around me.

“Get out.” I blinked; Rubbed my eyes; Blinked again. “It’s for real.” I was back in Egypt. I smiled to myself and looked down at my clothing. A red robe hung around me, Along with my black “Skirt”. I took in a breath and let it out. Just as I remembered. I snickered.

“No more being attached to that worthless b***h anymore.” I laughed and threw my hands in the air. I stopped and looked around. “Time to have some fun.”

 

                I stood up and started walking towards the town. Everything was just as I last saw it. I saw the different stands in the market. Food, Clothing and random other items. I walked by one, Sneaking an apple; A new shirt; Some bracelets. I stuffed them in my pockets and walked away, Waiting desperately for nightfall so I could rob once again. My heart raced. I couldn’t wait. And the sun was already starting to set. I chuckled and walked towards my “House”. I needed to find my horse again. As time ticked by I started heading towards Akhenamkhanens tomb.

‘Time to raid again.’ My thoughts processed. My horse ran with lightening fast speed. After we arrived I let him wander as I went inside. I grabbed a torch and traveled faster. It seemed too good to be true. I looked around at all the gold, A smile spreading across my face. THIS was the life. I ran towards a pile and touched one of the piled, About to pick it up.

 

                I blinked and looked around the room. I growled and sat up. I knocked everything off of my nightstand and threw my lamp at the wall, Listening to it crash.

“DAMNIT!” I shouted, Grinding my teeth. “DAMNIT!” I clenched my fists and punched the wall. Ryou stood in the doorway but soon ran off after he saw what was going on. I heard his door close and silence after that. “RYOU! GET IN HERE!” Silence. “RYOU!” I growled. I wouldn’t be played with right now. I heard his door open and saw him quietly appear in my doorway.

“Yes Bakura sama?” he asked, Head looking down.

“Get IN here.” I pointed at the ground in front of me. I could smell his fear. He shook slightly, His voice trembled, Eyes distant and mind racing. His heart beat irregularly. I smiled to myself and scowled towards him. He walked over and stopped inches away from my hand. He looked slowly up at me and I back handed him. He stepped back; Placed a hand on his face in shock. He was already expecting it.

 

                He looked up at me, Those innocent eyes questioning me.

‘I don’t beat you… I protect you.’ I him in my mind. I growled. He still held his cheek; Took another step back. “Stop moving unless I tell you to. Do you understand you pathetic mortal?” I asked, Grabbing his hair and pulling him towards me. He winced, Pulling back on accident. “You better watch yourself. I don’t get mad… I get even.” I heard a knock on the door downstairs and growled. I walked down the stairs, Pulling Ryou along. I opened the door and looked out. It was the pharaoh.

‘Damn…’ I hissed beneath my breath. “What do want, Pharaoh? I’m kinda busy.” I pulled Ryou forward. His hands were around my one hand; Still around the base of his scalp. He cringed and started tearing up. What a whimp.

“I’m here for you. We need to talk.” He replied to my statement.

“Didn’t I tell you that I’m kinda busy?” I asked, Pulling him closer to the door. He whimpered in pain and held back threatening tears.

“He deserves better, Bakura.” He narrowed his eyes at me.

“You don’t know WHAT he deserves. Your little hakari is ‘Perfect’. That’s great for you, But mine’s not.”

“That’s not up to you.” He stated blatantly.

“Yes it is.” I replied.

 

                “Why can’t you see what you’re doing?” his voice started to raise.

“Pay attention to yourself!”

“You’re killing him, Bakura!” he angered.

“You WANT me to kill him?!” I grasped his hair harder and threw him on the ground behind us. He screamed in agony and let tears rush out of his pathetic eyes. I turned to him and raised a fist to him. He covered his face, Shaking violently.

“BAKURA!” Atem shouted, Grabbing my fist and pulling me back. “It’s NOT your decision! You DO know that if he dies, You do, Too, Right?”

“Why do you think the piece of s**t’s still here?” I looked at him and spit in his face. He cringed. I turned around to a punch in the face. “How DARE you?!”

“How dare I?! How dare YOU?! Look at what you’ve done to him!” he shouted in my face. I could feel the venom shooting out of his voice.

“This isn’t your place, Pharaoh.” I turned from the shaking boy towards Atem. “Just get out.” I shut the door in his face. I ignored the rest of the banging.

‘Tonight, He’s mine.’