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Not mine. If they were Bakura would have won his duels instead of being
defeated by, for example, a God Card. And Yami would have acknowledged that Bakura
had a legitimate grievance…I mean hello, the Pharaoh’s soldiers committed
genocide on his village.
I've
already implied that Yugi and Yami aren't that good with money, remember they couldn't pay
for Atemu's ticket from Egypt without Bakura's help in chapter 2. Yes, if Yugi entered
tournaments with high prize money he could easily afford to bid for any cards he wanted,
as long as he kept the money. But he hands it all over to his Grandpa, and he puts somewhere
between half and three quarters away in a trust to pay for university and higher education, and
the rest goes into supporting the shop - which used to be subsidised in part by his father's high
paying job.
Besides,
Exodia doesn't really mean that much to Yugi, and he shares Kaiba's feeling on it, that using it
to win isn't really honourable. Ryou wants them for their rarity and because they represent his
ka, even if he doesn't realise. And Bakura recognises Ryou's link to Exodia and wants to see if
he could automatically draw all five pieces in his first hand if they were hidden in a deck - he
thinks that Ryou would every time.
It
had been easy to finish beating Jounouchi once Yugi wasn’t there to give him
tips, but then Anzu looked almost as if she wanted to duel me, but she was
afraid to challenge.
“I
think we’ve been underestimating you Bakura-kun. Why haven’t you ever entered
into any tournaments yourself or even duelled like this before?”
“I...this
is a new technique. It’s something Yami suggested since he got his own body, I
wouldn’t have listened to him before.” I glanced over at him, biting my lower
lip, and saw him duelling with Yugi. This would be good, unless Yugi had the
God Cards then I knew Bakura was in with a chance. He’d always lost to Atemu
before, since the Pharaoh would never have allowed Yugi to duel him, but I knew
that if it hadn’t been for my intervening to help Atemu, cheating in other
words, or the use of the God Cards the Pharaoh would probably have lost. But I
had the feeling that Yugi was in fact the better player by a slight
margin, he just didn’t get the same sort of attention as his yami did.
“Bakura’s duelling Yugi, do you want to go cheer your friend on?” I didn’t want
to have to explain what my new technique consisted of, because it didn’t
make sense, and I didn’t want to think too deeply about it, or about the way
Bakura saw himself either.
“Yeah,
he always supports me.” Jounouchi probably saw that as just part of friendship,
he was very loyal, something he had in common with Kaiba, even if neither of
them acknowledged it, and with Atemu and Yugi, people they’d both be happier to
be compared to. I’d support Bakura, he needed someone supporting him, and I’d
never given him that before.
“Bakura,
show us what you can do without me interfering with your game.” He looked at me
with shock written on his face as I sat beside him and acknowledged how badly
I’d damaged his plans at times, then he just nodded and made his move. I
couldn’t remember the details of the deck he’d put together, but even though
his move was in his usual reckless style I had a feeling it might not have been
the best move he could have made. I didn’t say anything, but what I was feeling
had to be leaking through our bond.
“I’m
not Battle Bred, I’m a Child of
Desire. I can’t think the way I advised you to, I already told you that.” He
sounded weary as he explained. “Please, block any criticisms you might be
feeling of my style. Considering how tightly his Shadow Magic is linked to
gaming anyway...”
But
I’d beaten him, and Atemu, their Shadow Magic hadn’t been working that well
then. Then I realised; he was telling me not to make him doubt himself, because
that would make it harder for him to win.
“I
don’t know that much other Shadow Magic. We’ve got people here, couldn’t you
teach me a healing spell after this?” I felt a flash of annoyance from Bakura
at that, but he swiftly suppressed it, or at least made sure I couldn’t sense
it.
“If
anyone here has a suitably minor injury, or a headache or some other ache and
you win then yes I’ll teach you a spell to deal with it. But only if two of the
others duel with Yadonushi-sama while we’re duelling.” I didn’t like it, but I
could see the sense of it, and it might be a bit more of a challenge than
facing Jounouchi alone.
“You
mean a threeway duel where the other two are automatically allied against me,
right?” I did have to clarify a little.
“Yes,
unless and until you’re defeated. If that happens they get to finish off by
duelling against each other. but until you’re out they focus on defeating you.”
Bakura smiled at me coldly. -Not that I expect them to win against you, but it
should give you a little more of a challenge.-
“Fine
by me. Who’s got a deck to duel me?” I could see how shocked Yugi was by my
response, but I just waited for the others to respond. Eventually Anzu
confirmed that she had a deck of her own on her.
“But
I’m not sure how well it will work together with Jounouchi-kun’s deck.”
“You’ll
outnumber me anyway, so why not try?”
“Okay.”
She was still reluctant as they prepared to play against me, but her confidence
seemed to grow as they whispered together about their strategies. I had to
wonder about how well they could co-ordinate their strategies, since
Jounouchi’s was based on chance, and pure power mostly, while it had been so
long since I’d seen Anzu duel that I’d forgotten her style.
They
did better than I’d expected, and I finally reduced both my opponents’
lifepoints to zero just a turn before Yugi finished defeating Bakura.
“What
about that spell then Bakura?” He wasn’t gloating, and Bakura didn’t seem that
upset by his defeat, probably because of how long it had taken Yugi to best
him.
“Which
would you prefer? The spell to heal minor injuries - bruises and cuts that
don’t need stitches - or the one to kill pain?”
“The
first.”
“Does
anyone here have a suitable injury then?” When no one answered at first I got a
horrible, wonderful idea and spoke without thinking.
“Or
is anyone willing to let a suitable injury be created. Wouldn’t that be better
Bakura?”
“Only
if you aren’t the ‘victim’ Yadonushi-sama. In fact only if you inflict
the injury.” Bakura’s feelings as he spoke were a weird mixture of hope, dread,
fear, longing and something else I couldn’t name, all flavoured with his love
for me.
“No
need. I’ve got some bruises you can work on.” Jounouchi pushed his shirt up to
show them and I watched as Bakura led Yugi through a spell I’d mastered shortly
after accepting that Bakura was real.
00()00
I’d
been surprised to learn that I was supposed to go in for an interview the day
after I’d been with Yugi. It seemed a remarkably short length of time for my
exams to have been marked in, and I hadn’t expected to be interviewed until after
my exam results had been examined. Never-the-less I dressed more smartly than I
had to take the exams, in a white linen suit with a red cotton shirt, even
going so far as to wear one of those torture devices modern humanity called
ties, a simple black one and reported to Dr. Bakura for inspection.
“Will
I give the right impression sir?”
“I
think so. Would you like me to come with you?” It was asked out of duty, I
could tell that he was distracted by his research, but I still found it sweet
for some reason.
“No
sir, that won’t be necessary.” He frowned, obviously unhappy with the formality
I’d reverted to as soon as we got here, since he’d insisted I use his name,
familial name at least, while we were in Egypt.
“If
you’re sure then.” I nodded, and left, carrying a bag with Ryou’s ‘Tale of
Genji’ - it was a good story, and I wasn’t far enough in my work on figuring
out classical Japanese to read the original. I was probably messing up a bit by
working from published translations, no matter how accurate they were
technically there was always the issue of interpretation, but they’d do for a
start. I could probably get a book on the subject as well when I’d gotten as
far as I felt I could without any aid.
I
arrived just slightly early for my interview and the secretary had me wait for
the headmaster in her office. I just shrugged and pulled my book out, starting
to read it from the beginning - I’d been a bit distracted from the plot by my
work on translation before.
“Kurerunano-kun?”
“Yes
Ma’am?”
“It’s
time for your interview.” She sound amused as she answered me, and for some
reason I found myself blushing. I just wished I knew why, it wasn’t
because she was interested in me, not seriously, she saw me as too young, a
refreshing change in a way.
“Thank
you. I hadn’t realised.” Then I walked through to the headmaster’s office and
waited for him to acknowledge my presence.
“Sit
down Kurerunano-kun. After your performance on Monday we had your papers marked
as quickly as we could. With scores like that why do you want to come here? You
could get into much better schools if you wanted.”
“You
have had students go from here to pre-med though, and...it has been suggested
that I aim for that. Besides, some of the subjects I want to study aren’t
taught anywhere before university. So it wouldn’t matter where I went, and at
least here I’ll get through the work quickly enough to have time to devote to
my independent projects.”
“What
sort of independent projects are you thinking of?” He sounded approving, there
was that at least.
“Well,
I can do some computer programming, in BASIC and FORTRAN mostly, I need to work
in more depth on that. And,” I pulled out my ‘Tale of Genji’ to illustrate, “I
hope to be able to read this in the original form within a year.”
“I
see.” He sounded impressed by my words. “How are you at sports and teamwork
though?”
“Well,
I grew up on the streets of Alexandria, in the slums, so I know how to use a knife. And I’m
stronger than I look.” I let myself glance at him flirtatiously for the first
time, and I saw how his breath caught in his throat.
“The
main problem would be deciding what class to place you in. Even if I put you
with the best of our final year you would be forcing them too fast. And I
really should put you with your peers. Age wise that would put you with the
fifteen year olds, but intellectually that would mean you should be applying
for university.”
“Please,
place me with Bakura-san. Dr. Bakura brought me here to be his companion. And I
won’t be insulted if you ordered the teachers to pace their lessons to the next
best classmate’s ability. As I said, it will allow me to work on personal
projects.” I wasn’t getting what I wanted, what else could I do? “Or you could
personally tutor me in whichever subjects you think I should do to get a head
start for college?” I could see his interest in that idea, and used a Shadow
Magic spell to find out which subjects would work best in case he asked me to
make suggestions. If I’d thought of it before I’d have done some research to
find out what his areas of interest and expertise were, but as it was I had to
use Shadow Magic to find out, a fitting punishment for my lack of forethought.
“What
subjects did you have in mind for that?”
“I
don’t know exactly. Kaiba-san recommended med-school for me pretty firmly,” I
couldn’t see his idea that I could handle med school as anything but a
recommendation, “and I like learning languages, so Latin, and Greek, ancient
Greek that is. It would be useful if I went for Law instead as well.” And he’d
studied Ancient Languages at university himself. “I’d like to learn other
languages, ancient and modern, but they might not be as useful as those two and
I already know the more important modern languages. Anatomy might be useful for
med school, or if I could find a way to take some of the classes from pre-med...”
I trailed off, leaving him to make his mind up.
“You
say you speak the more important modern languages. Which are they?”
“Cantonese,
Mandarin - although I’m never sure if those two are different languages or just
different dialects - English, Spanish, Japanese of course - but I’m not
entirely comfortable with the suffixes, for this or the Chinese variants -
French, German, Italian and Arabic. I think the Italian will help me with
Latin.”
“Yes,
it will. Then I can take you out of your English lessons to study with me. I’ll
make the arrangements and put you in the same class as Bakura-kun.” He sounded
happy about the idea of spending so much time with me, but I didn’t think he’d
try to take advantage of it, he just wanted me around him.
“Thank
you sir.” I stood and bowed before leaving.
00()00
I
had to wonder how Bakura planned to explain his ‘date’ with Honda to my father.
Honda was the only straight guy in our circle, the rest of us were all at least
bi if not out and out gay so my yami wore his female form for Honda, and once
as a favour to Seto. Bakura made as sexy a woman as he did a man though, her
hair was longer than his, falling almost to her ass instead of just over his
shoulders. His height didn’t change, but as a woman she had the tiniest waist,
I’d seen Honda span it with his two hands and her legs were
proportionally longer than his. She had bigger breasts than any woman I’d met,
even Mai, but it didn’t seem out of proportion, even if they should have. In
short she was the stuff wet dreams are made of. And so different from her male
self that my father would spot it in an instant. Even with how he locked
himself away to write up his papers and read other papers in his area he’d
still notice. He might not realise who she was - I’d seen Atemu assume
she was someone else in that form - but he’d know there was a girl he’d never
met before wandering around our home.
“Are
you planning to leave through the Shadow Realm for your ‘date’ with Honda?” It
was the obvious solution, especially as it meant he wouldn’t have to use his
powers to make clothes to fit his female form, and could dress in one of the
outfits he stored in the Ring.
“Yes
Yadonushi-sama.” Bakura put his book down, paying his full attention to me,
something I hadn’t quite gotten used to yet, but still something he always did
when I spoke to him. “Will that be a problem?”
“No.”
Why would it? I wasn’t going to try and restrict him, even if I could. “But how
are you planning to keep my father from realising that you’re gone?”
“I
won’t need to.” Bakura blushed faintly, not meeting my eyes. I had a bad
feeling about this. “He wanted to spend some time with you alone and he asked
me what sort of thing you’re interested in. I told him that you used to be into
Monster World, but that no one would play with you because a lot of people who did
fell into comas and that there was a sale on today. All true, but he intends to
take you out with him today to buy some Monster World equipment and to see a
movie. He asked which of the ones currently showing I thought you’d enjoy.
There’s a comedy playing about a rich couple, the man having an affair with
their maid, the woman having an affair with the pool boy, and the pool boy and
the maid planning to steal from the couple that I thought you might like.” I
wasn’t sure I liked the way Bakura’d planned to use me as a distraction like this,
and some of that must have shown on my face. “He asked, I’m not really in a
position to refuse to tell the man about his own son - although I did hint that
he shouldn’t need me to tell him about you. I didn’t plan on using you
as a diversion, it just happened that way.”
I
believed him, but I couldn’t resist the chance to tease Yami.
“And
why shouldn’t I let him know that you’re using our father-son bonding
expedition as a chance to get some boy between your legs?”
“D-do
you think he’d trust me around you if you told him that?” My yami looked
shocked at my joking about what he needed, and I could feel his fear through
our bond.
“I’m
sorry for scaring you, I was only teasing. Still...” I trailed off
speculatively. I really didn’t feel up to interacting with my father, or for
pretending he knew me at all. And if I worried him too much he might decide not
to go on his next expedition after all. I didn’t want that, didn’t want to have
to deal with him worrying about me or fussing over me the way my mother
had before she died and the way my cousins had when I started getting weak
again after that, before I got the Ring.
“What’s
in this for you? It depends what you want.” I didn’t like the tone of his
voice, he was still scared and he shouldn’t have been, not with how weak I was.
“Not
much.” I’d seen him in female form naked, and wearing boy’s clothes,
ill-fitting because he’d been wearing them before shape-shifting to female, but
never really dressed as a girl, and I wanted to. “I just want to see you all
dressed up for your date with Honda before you leave, and have a hand in
getting you dressed up.”
“You
want to choose my clothes for me?”
“And
see you looking like a girl.” He bowed his head, lifting his hand to the Ring,
I could see it trembling slightly and for a second I hated myself for making
him react that way.
“Y-you
didn’t need to threaten me to get that. Do you want to see all the female
clothes I have and choose then, or do you want to tell me the parameters of
what to wear, and let me decide from there?”
“A
compromise. I tell you what sort of thing I’d like to see you in and you show
me what you’ve got that fits that.” I reached out to take his other hand as I
spoke. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you, just tease you, but I wanted
to see you dressed like a girl in your female form.”
“You
already apologised once.” -And you didn’t even need to do that.- I don’t think
Bakura even realised he projected that along our bond. “What do you want me to
wear then?”
“Do
you have any high heels?” I was sure they’d do wonderful things to his legs.
“Nothing
higher than one and a half inches.” He shrugged when he saw my surprise. “I’ve
only been female for Honda, and he gets off on the athletic type, heels don’t
do anything for him.” That sounded odd, but if Bakura was sure...
“What
about skirts?” If Honda didn’t want Bakura wearing heels then...
“How
long?” Eventually she ended up wearing black sandals with two inch spike heels,
a long full black skirt and a dark red shirt, she didn’t even contest one of my
choices and I felt guilty about scaring her all over again. But it was still
worth it to see her like that.
00()00
I
smiled at Honda as I emerged from the Shadow Realm, waiting to see his reaction
to my outfit, since it was far more feminine than he usually wanted me in. The
skirt and heels had actually been a gift from Seto, for a meeting he’d been
expected to bring a date to, a female date, and he’d wanted someone who he
could talk to on an equal level. Honda’d bought my perfume and chosen most of
my other female clothes, he’d offered to pay for them too, but I had lots of
money, and an easy way of getting more if I absolutely had to - or a number of
comparatively easy ways anyway.
He
gasped at the sight of me, looking me up and down appreciatively and I couldn’t
help but feel a bit resentful that he’d never looked at me like that when I was
dressed to his specifications.
“Can
you walk alright in those heels?” They were higher than I’d thought they were,
but I certainly had the sense of balance needed to wear them.
“Yes,
it won’t be a problem. Did you have a lot of walking planned for today?”
“Have
you ever been to an amusement park?”
“Not
as more than a passenger in Yadonushi-sama’s body.” I shrugged in response,
remembering the walking he’d done, and how hard he’d found it to balance on
some rides, but he’d been denying his true self, his desire for death, so much
and I didn’t lie to myself as he did. “I’ll be fine. But can we go to visit the
Game Shop first please? Mutou-san told me he’d got the Exodia pieces I asked for
in, so I need to speak to him. And...I don’t want Ryou to know.” I let myself
blush as I mentioned Yadonushi-sama and Honda came to the obvious conclusion.
“A
surprise gift for him then?”
“For
his birthday. I had something else planned if Mutou-san couldn’t find them in
time, but it looks like I don’t need to worry about that.”
“You’re
not worried he’ll expect something this expensive every time from now on?” But
he did take my arm and start walking towards the Game Shop with me.
“I
doubt it. And even if he did I can easily afford it. I have investments that
give me an income equivalent to...I don’t know, a mid-level salaryman’s
take-home pay, and I also have an annual income of at least six million Yen a
year from healing people, usually a lot more.” Honda whistled in surprise and
appreciation. I suppose that since I didn’t flaunt my money the way the Priest
almost had to people didn’t realise I had it. “Will you be expecting me to pay
for our ‘dates’ once in a while now?” I smiled at him teasingly, wondering how
he’d respond.
“No!”
He sounded so outraged. “A gentleman always pays for his dates.” I bowed my
head, letting a faint flush show on my cheeks. It felt so good that the people
I had to feed on were at least friendly to me, mostly, even if they didn’t
really trust me, and Honda treated me the way he would a real girlfriend, even
though he didn’t see me that way. “Here, we’re at the Game Shop, let me hold
the door for you.” He was using that as an excuse to end the conversation, but I
saw no harm in letting him do that. Was I supposed to say anything, or thank
him? Better to err on the side of caution.
“Thank
you.” I only realised then how few people had seen me in my female form, seeing
the way Mutou-san stood to greet me.
“Hello
miss. How can I help you?” His smile was almost a leer, but not quite, and he
was old enough that most women would dismiss him as ‘harmless’. Besides, in this
country no one tried to stop men groping pretty young women on crowded subways,
and even ten years back the primary qualification for an Office Lady had been a
‘pretty face’.
“You
can show me those Exodia pieces you told me you’d gotten for me.”
“I’m
sorry, miss? I’ve only told...” He trailed off, staring at me in rising
disbelief. “Kurerunano-kun? I’d heard you could...but...”
“You
hadn’t seen me like this? Most people haven’t.” Honda, Seto, Ryou and now him.
“By the way, I want you to put them in some sort of presentation box after I
inspect them. What? They’re a gift!” The blank look he gave me when I
asked for a presentation box was more than a little annoying, but he brought
the cards out. They were both damaged, nothing that would keep them from being
used in a duel, but enough to make them look less impressive. I’d half expected
that though, the cards were for using, not for keeping hidden away to look at,
and I’d worked out a spell to solve that little problem. I cast it while he was
getting the presentation box out, and the old man didn’t bother to question
what I’d done...he was familiar enough with what Atemu was capable of, even if
he didn’t realise how many advantages I had over the Pharaoh.
“I
won’t charge you for the presentation box.” For good reason in my opinion, even
at only ten percent commission he was making a lot of profit from getting these
for me. “Will you be taking them with you today?”
“No,
not yet. I don’t have anywhere to hide them. Keep them for me until the middle
of August would you?”
“Of
course. Do you have any other cards you want me to look out for?”
“Yes,
actually I do. Give me a pen and some paper. Oh, and we need to negotiate your
retainer. I was thinking fifty thousand Yen a month.”
“Fifty
thousand a week would be more reasonable.”
“Fifteen
thousand a week more like.” I smiled at him as he handed the pen and paper over
to me.
“Forty
thousand a week. You’re asking me to take time from my business to do this for
you.” He did know a bit about haggling, even if this was pretty mild, and he
seemed to be enjoying it as well.
“No,
I’m not. Just to keep back these cards for me if you come across them. And you
do get a finder’s fee, one that mounts up, especially for some of the more
expensive cards. Twenty thousand a week.”
“I
still have to check with your list every time I go on a trip or get new stock
in. Thirty thousand a week.”
“It
shouldn’t take that long, and as you get used to my tastes you’ll probably know
when there’s a card I’ll want that I just haven’t heard of yet. Twenty-five
thousand.”
“Agreed.”
I’ll
have the first week’s payment transferred to the shop account tomorrow. Now I
think I’ve made Honda wait long enough for our date.” And with that I left the
shop on Honda’s arm.
00()00
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