The Bet

has his head laying in oni's lap * *is snuggled under a dark blue blanket * you are going pretty fast with this one......

*giggles * that's b/c ap would kill me if i didn't!!! ond, nd, thanks ap for the idea of giving bakura a hummer!!! *grins * she's right, it does suit him, ne?

yam: *rolls his eyes * my car is still better.....

but he doesn't have braces!

yam: ........... *closes his lips self consciously *

oh, yam....come on!!! show us all your pearly whites!!

yam: ........*covers his mouth with a hand to hide his braces *

*shakes her head * coward......

for warnings and disclaimer, see chappie one!!!

*giggles and kisses yug, whose asleep in her arms * enjoy!!!

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chapter 7: under the bridge

Ryou shouldered his heavy book bag, which was filled with nearly every book in his locker, for the teachers seemed to feel that classtime just wasn't enough work, as he left the classroom, the school newspaper meeting over. His left shoulder strap, which always slipped down because of his thick winter coat his father insisted he wore, for he sickened too easy, fell down once more, and he heaved a resigned sigh.

He had reached the main hallway and was nearly towards the doors when a huge hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder, causing him to cry out in fear and pain. "Well, well, look what I've found." One of the school thugs, Ushio, sneered down at him. "Where do you think you're going? It's late.....you should've been home......you know what happens to kiddies who stay out past their bedtime." He snickered and cracked his free hand's knuckles.

Ryou whimpered and looked down and Ushio's cackling. Biting his lower lip, he kicked the upperclassman in the shin, startling but not really hurting the much bigger boy. He wiggled out of his grasp and ran for it, but Ushio recovered quickly and tackled him. Grabbing him painfully by his soft, silvery locks, the senior slammed the junior face first into the wall.

Ryou cried out, tears trailing down his cheeks and shaking with pain and fear. Blood ran from his nose, which was starting to swell. It was broken. The hand buried in his hair tightened, threatening to yank him bald, but, thankfully, the sound of polished dress shoes could be heardckincking down the hall. Afterschool, and often during, there was only one person whose footsteps sounded so menacing. The school principal was on patrol again, just waiting to catch some student in some random act of destruction. Honestly, if the woman would spend more time worrying about the academic welfare instead of rule breaking, which of course she never caught anyone anyway, maybe the school would run slightly better. Just maybe.

Ushio cursed and dragged Ryou quickly out of the hall as Ryou screamed out, struggling and hoping to catch the principal's or a security guard's attention. No such luck; Ushio drug him out of the building and was ½ way down the walk. "We're going to finish this elsewhere." He growled, dragging him towards the exit and the woods, the smaller, slender boy leaving behind drops of blood from his broken nose.

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(1/2 an hour later)

Bakura growled at the clock, silently threatening to kill it if it did not tick any faster. Him and Marik had ½ an hour of detention left.....and he was going insane. The detention monitor sat at his desk, apparently reading a book, which was a crock of shit, Bakura knew. He'd seen the PlayBoy magazine tucked neatly into it. Malik had been moved to the opposite end of the room, and the two sat facing opposite walls. All of the other students were in the detention cell....err....room next door, Mariik and Bakura unable to be around anyone else without further destruction and death threats ensuing.

Bakura growled once more and looked down at his desk, trying to find a spot he hadn't defaced yet. He'd written quite a few comments on faculty member's sex lives, had even illustrated a few. He'd also left some nice quotes describing a few hundred students as well. His works of art, coupled with that of other trespassers, littered the desk and the wall. There was no empty space. He was screwed; he had nothing to do.

He banged his head against the desk when Marik suddenly walked right past him, punching him hard on the shoulder and earning the tan boy a death glare. Marik waved bye, smirking nastily and opened the door. Bakura glared at him, about to get up from his seat and follow the other boy when the caramel blonde slammed the door shut, causing the security guard, who was the detention monitor, to jerk awake in his seat. He'd been sleeping sitting down, his head tilted foward so it appeared he was still sleeping. Apparently, you could only look at so many pictures of females with fake breasts and other body parts for so long.

The monitor snorted and jerked, almost falling out of his seat. Bakura snickered. "YOU!" The guard snarled, and the boy glared back at him. "Where's your friend? I know you helped him escape!"

"If I did, I'd be long gone by now, jack ass." The guard growled and raises his fist, as if he would have hit the boy, but he remembered just in time that it was against school policy to lay a hand on a student.

Marik's face suddnely appeared and he banged on the window. The guard yelped in surprise, cursed, then took off after him. But, after packing away so many donuts daily for so many years, he was no match for the quick tempered youth. Now fully unattended, Bakura took the opportunity to sign himself and Marik out, easily forging the guard's signature with practiced ease, before casually strolling out of the building while keeping an attentive ear for a guard and Marik.

He found Marik, bundled up, sweat and guard free, up in the parking lot with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Took the old coot long enough to fall asleep."

Bakura smirked. "I told you, we should have drugged him."

Marik shook his head. "Much as I would love to, 'one more toe out of line, and I'm gone for good.' " He mimicked the principal's voice after his last escapade, when his parking privleges had been revoked for attempting to run over a student. (A/N: the student is Hanasaki.) But it wasn't his fault; the stupid little blonde brat was too small to see, and hadn't had the sense to get out of his way. Being in a nice mood, though, he'd slammed on the brakes. For that, he'd lost his parking space, and the warning that if he screwed up again, he was facing expulsion. His miles long record couldn't hold anymore 'deeds.'

"We could have gotten caught today."

"Don't be stupid; we've never gotten caught, and we never will. We're too good."

Bakura fishis kis keys out of his coat pocked and hit the unlock button on his keychain. His blood red hummer beeped, then the doors unlocked. Marik opend a door and slid into the passenger seat as Bakura slid behind the wheel, both slamming the doors shut.

"I don't know why you don't just park in the lot over there." Bakura motioned with his head towards the shopping center and its parking lot that was visible just over the hill.

"And walk all that way? Fuck that. Besides, stupid ass, you know very well that my liscense has been revoked since last month. Something about my fourth DUI, excessive speeding, and attempted vehicular manslaughter." Marik shrugged as Bakura pulled out. "Whatever."

"Lets go see what Ushio and the other bitches are up to. We got a score to settle from that fight today. I wanna finish it." Bakura ran his hand on the chrome skull cap of his stick shift, and the black skull, which had flashing, fake ruby eyes and a lock of black hair, jangled as his hummer sped down the road, flying over bumps. The black feathers, which also hung from his rearview mirror, next to the black skull, had bright red tips, as if they'd been dipped in blood, and the rawhide strings, which were attatched to the rawhide of the black skull, were red also.

Marik pulled out a pocket knife from the glove compartment. They knew weapons meant expulsion, but ....their theory of "it only counts if you're caught." applied here as well, as it did to all their rule breaking.

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Ryou whimpered, laying against the cold, wet stone of a support wall of a bridge. His light blue coat was torn and smeared with blood and dirt, as was his face and hair. His book bag , torn and dirtied as well, lay a few feet from him. His vision blurred before his eyes, but it was still clear enough to see Ushio looming over him. The bully and he were alone; Ushio wanted no company for what he was going to do to the silver haired angel.

He whimpered as the much bigger boy raised a knife over his heart.

"USHIO, YOU FUCKING PUSSY!! THERE THE FUCK YOU ARE. I'M GOING TO FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED, COCK SUCKER!!!!!!" Ryou gasped in surprise as the boy from gym class, Bakura, appeared over Ushio's shoulder. As the bully turned around in surprise, his face met with an angry fist, and Ushio toppled over onto Ryou, crushing the air out of him.

But he was quickly removed. Bakura's knee slammed into his face, breaking his nose, and then a finger gouged into an eye, drawing blood and blinding him. Ushio howled like a wounded bear, and swung like one, too. Bakura easily ducked, drawing a good sized machete and ramming it into his stomach before slicing across. "Aww, Bakura, you didn't save any fun for me!" A caramel colored boy pouted, appearing in the direction Bakura had come, zipping up his baggy jeans.

"I told your fucking ass to go piss afterwards."

Marik merely snorted and ignored him, approaching Ryou instead. "Well, while you're playing with that bitch, I'm gonna see who he was playing with. Maybe I can still have a bit of fun."

Bakura, realizing Ushio was unconscious, lost interest and dropped him into the frozen mud and coming over to Marik's side. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Shoving the blonde out of the way, he looked down upon the slender, broken form. "Holy shit. It's that little cock sucker from gym!"

Marik pushed Bakura out of his way and peered down at Ryou closely. Ryou closed his eyes, shuddering in fright and anticipation of pain. " No shit, you're a swift one. Hey, that's the one you said you wouldn't mind fuckin' all night long."

Ryou whimpered, gaining their full attention. "In his state, you won't be able to screw him for long before you end up with you dick inside a corpse." Marik stated casually.

Bakura suddenly growled possessively and scooped Ryou up, ignoring the startled boy's cries, and began walking back up to the path with Marik behind him, leaving Ushio for his gang to find.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Taking him to the hospital. You're right, I do wanna screw him. He's a pretty little fuck, and I've been boredely.ely. Can't have any fun if he's still alive, now, can I?"

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wheee!!! what do ya'all think!!! hey.....things are heating up b/t ryou and bakura, although i didn't do much of ryou's point of view.....will in another chappie!!!

and....as far as fluff and lemons go....i've decided.....although, i probably will change my mind a gazillion times, but....no lemon.....there will be limes though...much later...heh heh.... as for fluff.....it'll come and go, i don't know.....the previous chappie could be the last bit of fluff, or i might write more.....i just don't know

*rocks the still sleeping yug in her arms * awww. he's just so cute!!!

yam: *is asleep in oni's lap *