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“What’s up with Bakura today?” Jounouchi was the one who
actually asked the question, not Atemu as I’d expected, and it was far
later than I’d expected the subject to come up. “He doesn’t usually leave you
alone like that, and there’s something weird about the way he’s acting.”
He had a point, Bakura usually only left me if I was at home
or if it was absolutely necessary, and even then he usually made sure that
someone had accepted responsibility for taking care of me, if he left me with
my friends. But I really didn’t like the air of...I don’t know,
disregard that Jounouchi had when he was talking about Yami. On the other hand,
I hadn’t quite finished the sushi he’d prepared for me, and I had promised to
try to finish what he gave me - and arguing with my friends would probably
destroy what little appetite I had.
“He almost looks sexier than he usually does, and he’s a hot
number even when he isn’t trying to look good.” I hated the lust in Atemu’s
voice directed at Bakura, even though my yami had allowed the Pharaoh to fuck
him, and his next words made me furious, giving me motivation to eat faster, so
I could make my opinion of his attitude clear. “A great fuck, even if he’s a
murdering little bastard.”
“That isn’t entirely fair mou hitori no boku. Ryou made it
clear yesterday that Bakura was desperate to collect the Millennium Items so he
could free the souls of his kin, not for their own sake, and you’d kill
to protect me, wouldn’t you? But he seems to have more energy today. Do you
know why, Ryou?”
“No...” Would it be a good idea to let them know what I’d
promised him? Probably not, or at least not the details. “Except that I made a
promise that might have relieved some of the stress he’s under since he thinks
he has to take care of me.” I hated that he was right, Yami did have to
take care of me, but Yugi’s defence of Yami had calmed my anger at Atemu’s
attitude. Pity, that would have let me keep my other promise,
especially since Yami was the only thing I still cared about enough to argue
over.
“So, does that mean you’ll be eating properly without
needing Bakura to urge you on in future? If he’s so worried about your eating
habits there has to be a serious problem.” And now Anzu had reignited my anger,
they’d always ignored what Yami did for me, even the things they knew about.
Some of that anger was self-directed too, I’d never bothered making sure
they understood just how much he went out of his way to make my life easier and
safer, even with what he saw as necessary risks I’d never really been
endangered.
“Yes, there is a serious problem. I was chronically
ill before I got the Ring, no one could tell why, except for my having
really weird blood work. One of the symptoms is a loss of appetite, when Bakura
was sharing my body he used his magic to keep me healthy, making the doctors
think my ‘Bakura’s Disease’ was in remission. Guess what happened now that I don’t
have a personal healer possessing me and working spells to help me damn near
24-7? That’s right my illness has come back with a vengeance.” Ryou scowled at
the other teens. “Not that any of you would have bothered to notice that, you
all just preferred to assume the worst of him without finding out any of the facts.
I suppose finding out the facts would just get in the way of allowing your
prejudices and assumptions free rein after all.”
“But he was stealing the souls of your friends, to use in
his sick games.”
“It was no more out of proportion for their offences than your
Penalty Games against people who hurt your precious aibou were Atemu. He showed
me the exact details of the spell he used on my ‘friends’, if they hadn’t
been using me, and if I hadn’t recognised that on some level nothing
would have happened to them.”
“The people who hurt aibou deserved to suffer.”
“I’m not saying they didn’t. Just that the punishments you
inflicted were at least as out of proportion as the punishments Bakura
inflicted on the people who were using me.” I didn’t give him any chance to
wriggle out of acknowledging the truth, just looked at him levelly, waiting for
him to respond, so that I could cut his rationalisations down if he tried to
make any, but pretty soon he couldn’t meet my eyes and started to wriggle
uncomfortably.
“Mou hitori no boku was being influenced by the Puzzle. And
you insist that your Ring was good then, so that doesn’t explain Bakura’s
behaviour.” I shouldn’t have been surprised that it was Yugi making
excuses for Atemu, so I made one of my own for Bakura, even though I still didn’t
really feel that he’d been much in the wrong.
“No, but the fact that he’s a demon does - demons have
different ideas about proportionate punishment you know.” I wasn’t entirely
certain about that, but then, on some level I almost believed the punishment had
been proportionate, crazy as that was. I shook my head to dismiss the issue. “We
need to get back to class, or I do anyway. And I’ve satisfied both of my
promises to Bakura.” I wasn’t going to explain what either promise was
as I got up slowly, feeling a bit more energetic than I had when I’d sat down.
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It had worked, I could tell that Ryou had quarrelled with
someone as soon as I got back to the classroom, and he looked healthier for it,
not by much but healthier. But his friends didn’t look too happy with him, or
with me, and I wasn’t sure how to change that. So I focused on the lesson, and
on my personal project when that got too boring, ignoring the disapproving
looks from the teacher, and answering the questions she asked to try and catch
me out, to prove I didn’t deserve the leeway I’d been given. I’d expected that,
so it didn’t bother me, as long as she was willing to teach the rest of the
class, and work to their pace not mine I was happy with the teaching I was
getting. But most of Ryou’s friends weren’t, not really, I could tell that the
teacher was going too fast for them to really keep up, especially Atemu - he
didn’t have the background to really understand most of what we were learning,
but then, that was to be expected. Given my supposed background I should
have been having as much trouble as he was, and the fact that I didn’t was
making me stand out as a ‘genius’, which thankfully helped to explain all the
special treatment I was being given.
Jounouchi grabbed me as soon as the teacher’d left, pulling
me over to where Yugi, Atemu, Anzu and Honda had gathered in a corner of the classroom.
“Was there something?” I made sure to look calm and
collected, without letting any of my worry over Ryou show...they didn’t seem to
want him to hear this, and that could mean trouble for his relationship with
them.
“Exactly what promises did you get Ryou to make?”
Anzu sounded concerned about him, so at least that was good, perhaps they just
thought I was twisting him in some way, or trying to control him - a patent
absurdity considering our respective power levels.
“First, to eat what I gave him, or at least try to eat it
all. Eating will give him energy and that will keep him stronger for more time
than if I let him just skip meals the way he would without me here to care for
him. And secondly I asked him to try to get into an argument today, because I
think that will also make his strength last longer. And it worked, I saw
that today. Might I ask what he was arguing with you about?” Since I was pretty
sure they’d only be excluding Ryou like this if they had argued with him.
“Are you going to try to make him argue with us more often
then?” Anzu was ignoring my question, but I had to wonder if she was the
spokeswoman as something they’d planned, because she was most likely to be
polite to me, I didn’t think she was pushy enough to take charge this way
unless it had been prearranged.
“I don’t know, because I don’t have any feel for what he’s
willing to argue about without me in his mind to...focus his emotions and give
him the energy to allow himself to feel fully. So, what was he arguing with you
about?” I was going to keep on pushing this, if Ryou could get up the emotional
energy to argue about enough things it might buy him a bit more time until he
couldn’t even leave the house.
“About you. He thinks we’re not treating you fairly.” I hadn’t
expected Honda to be the one who answered my question, let alone for him to
have that odd look in his eyes that said maybe he agreed with Ryou. “He accused
us of being hypocrites, of judging you by a different standard to the one we
use with Atemu.” I knew that something of what I was feeling had to be showing
on my face, I’d never expected Yadonushi-sama to defend me like that, or for me
to be the thing he still cared about enough to actually argue over, even in his
condition. Perhaps it meant he had more shinigami instincts than I’d given him
credit for? And perhaps he’d want to make me his own if he ever started acting
like a shinigami was supposed to? I was pretty sure it was a good sign anyway,
for my twin hopes of getting him to care about me, and of getting him to
acknowledge what he was.
“Then no, I won’t be asking him to get into any more
arguments. It sounds as if he can only muster the energy to argue with anyone
over me, and I think it would do him more damage to destroy his friendship with
you over me than to deal with the energy loss. And the arguments aren’t enough
to really make him healthy by themself.” The humans didn’t need to know what it
would take to make Ryou healthy, they all had a squeamish streak, even if Atemu’s
was pretty recently developed. “But if you’re going to be trying to keep up
your friendship with him might I suggest you try not to criticise me too often.
He seems to have become very protective of me.” I let myself blush, lowering my
eyes as I tried to persuade them to keep their peace with Ryou. “I won’t push
him to start any more arguments, but please don’t provoke him.”
They didn’t have time to say anything else, because when I
heard the teacher coming back I left them, making my way back to my desk.
:What was that about Bakura?:
-They wanted to know about the promises you made. And I
asked about your argument with them.- It could be seen as a betrayal of trust,
but I wasn’t stupid enough to lie to him, particularly not mind to mind. -I don’t
expect you to start any more arguments, and I asked them not to provoke you
when it comes to me.-
:They weren’t being fair to you.:
-I realise that, but you can’t force them to change how they
think. Focus on the lesson, you can’t afford to get distracted.- And that was
enough to get him to leave the subject alone for a while.
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Bakura really was acting weird I had to admit as we made our
way home. At the same time he was more energetic than usual and more...deferential
for lack of a better word. I felt better than I usually did by this time
too, and the only thing I could attribute that to was the promise he’d
extracted from me to eat what he prepared for me.
“How much of our homework did you get done in class?” I was
pretty sure that had been one of the things he did while he was half-listening
to what was going on in class.
“None of it. I wanted to wait and work beside you. Well,
except for my Latin and Greek. Do you want me to leave a stew to simmer while
we do our homework, or should I do a stir-fry or something afterwards?”
“Stir-fry with rice please.” I began getting my homework
out, reluctantly, I’d been hoping he’d done some homework already so I could
copy from him, even if that was cheating, but it looked like I’d have to do it
the hard way. At least Bakura would help if I asked him to though.
“In that case, unless you object I’ll go cut the vegetables
and meat up now while you start on your homework.” I wanted to object,
but I really couldn’t, he was so much smarter than me that I knew he’d get his
work finished faster, and without him here I’d have to work without his help.
“Go ahead.” He nodded and left, quietly once I’d opened my
books, leaving his own still in his bag.
“I’ll have to go and turn the rice off in twenty minutes or
so. I was planning on frying it with the vegetables and meat.” I just shrugged
at that, it didn’t really make a difference to me what he cooked, I’d
promised to try and eat it, but stir fry sounded lighter than stew did. He
seemed to glance to see what I was working on before he started on his first
assignment, the same as mine, and I managed to finish without him helping me
just before he left to take care of the rice. I knew better than to take a peek
at the second assignment he’d already started, not because he’d be angry, but
because he’d get that disappointed look in his eyes. Bakura had explained that
as a heccubus it was in his nature to manipulate people, but that didn’t stop
me being affected by his manipulations.
Even though Bakura had finished long before me he made a
point of staying with me, working on the old languages he studied while I did
my own work. When I had finished he set off to the kitchen, and I followed him
slowly, sitting and watching as he swiftly fried the meat, vegetables and added
the rice last. It would taste delicious, what I could eat of it, Bakura’s
cooking always did. He served our meal, putting more of it on his own plate
than on mine - although there was proportionally less meat on his plate than on
mine - and we ate in silence, while he looked at me with an oddly contemplative
look on his face.
“Yadonushi-sama, should I prepare more meat for you to eat,
or is there enough meat in what I prepare now?” Why was he asking that? As I
looked down at my plate I realised that I’d finished my meat and I was just
picking at the vegetables and rice left by now.
“Just prepare everything for your own preferences.” There
wasn’t much point in his catering to me if it meant he was cooking things he
didn’t really like and forcing them down to be companionable - although he’d
emptied his plate as fast or slowly as I had.
“I am a heccubus, I do not really have preferences in a lot
of things, it isn’t in my nature to, even if I managed to work past most of my
limitations so I could avenge my people and free their souls.” And that was
just flat out disturbing, that he could say it wasn’t in his nature to
have any preferences, I just couldn’t understand how someone so smart could be
so submissive in such weird ways. “I’ll try to make sure there’s some meat at
breakfast from now on though.”
“Thank you.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say since
he thought he was catering to my desires as well as my needs, and I wasn’t so
sure that he wasn’t, since I’d eaten the meat so fast and especially
considering my teeth after we split into our own bodies.
“There...is something else Yadonushi-sama.” I couldn’t
understand why Yami sounded so uncertain, but I nodded at him, trying to look
encouraging.
“What is it Bakura?” smiling at him seemed to help too, and
it gave me an excuse to slow my eating.
“Would you say eating more has helped you, made you feel
better than when you skipped meals through lack of interest or appetite?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t deny that, or the fact that I’d grown weak
faster after my mother and sister died and there was no one around who cared to
make me eat.
“Then I want you to consider trying Tai Chi; with its focus
on learning how to handle personal energy flows I think it would work well for
you, and most practitioners say a Tai Chi session tends to leave them feeling
energised.” He gave me a quick smile. “I can arrange for a teacher to come to
us in the morning for say, half an hour a day. Give it four weeks, say, and if
you decide you don’t want to keep on with it we can quit.”
I wasn’t convinced, and it meant I’d have to get up earlier,
but I’d have an excuse to go to bed earlier too, and Bakura didn’t ask that
much of me...”I’ll try, for a month at least.”
“Thank you.”
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I wasn’t sure that I could get a Tai Chi teacher to
come to us in the mornings, but I’d wanted to convince him to try it and
something about his body language had said this would be my only chance. He’d
see it as a human form of alternative medicine for chronic fatigue, that and a
sort of meditation, but it did have its roots in fighting, in learning
how to defend yourself, and so it would do more for him than any other form of
meditation could. Still, I’d made the offer, and that meant I was going
to find a way to get a Tai Chi master to teach us the basics, and hopefully it
would catch Ryou’s interest enough that he’d want to continue. I knew that all
I could do until Ryou acknowledged what he was, and started acting a bit more
like a shinigami, fighting and killing, instead of letting me do it for him,
was fight a holding action, keeping him from weakening too fast, never managing
to make him any stronger. But as long as I could do that much, buy myself time
to convince him to recognise the truth of his nature, I’d be content, I’d force
myself to be content, if that was all that I could get. I needed to get the
research done to find a local Tai Chi master, and then, once I’d got an
appointment to meet with him it would be easy enough for me to convince him to
do what I wanted. Him, or her, although I suspected Ryou would prefer a male,
and so I’d try for a male first. But I wouldn’t have time to do the research
myself, and so...
“Seto, might I ask a favour of you?”
“Of course you can Bakura. Just tell me what I can do to
help you.” I knew how Seto regarded me, as an ally it was important to keep
happy, at least if it didn’t interfere or adversely affect any of his own affairs,
or other alliances. I approved, and what I intended to ask for wouldn’t be too
onerous for him, especially not since he had resources I didn’t - such as an
internet connection as opposed to my preferred ‘word of mouth’ and magical
communication methods of letting people know about what I did.
“I need to find a Tai Chi master to teach Ryou the basics of
Tai Chi, for half an hour every morning before we go to school. I can pay very
well, but I was hoping you’d be willing to find contact details for all the Tai
Chi masters who live locally. I’d do it myself, but...” I didn’t need to finish
that sentence, he’d fill it in with whatever explanation he wanted to believe,
and odds were it would be pretty close to the truth.
“I’ll set up a search for you and have the contact details
delivered...the day after tomorrow. Will that work for you?”
“Yes. Thank you.” It would have taken me longer, unless I
used magic, and even then it would have been one hell of a drain for me to cast
a spell that would give me the contact details rather than just a location. A
drain I was not going to risk, not when I was trying to survive on the
desire everyone felt around me, and on what I got by bedding six humans and
trying to take as little as I could to keep them alive. Not even the day after
I’d resorted to killing someone to get what I needed and it would take me days
to design the right sort of spell, since I didn’t have something appropriate
already available, or even close enough to modify easily. Sometimes mundane
methods were better than magical ones after all and relying too much on magic
could very easily make you lazy. I wasn’t offended that Seto put the phone down
without bidding me farewell, even if most people wouldn’t think that was very
good manners nowadays it was a relatively recent concept that the high ranking
needed to show the same sort of courtesy to their inferiors that was expected
to apply to them. And among demons that concept had never been contemplated,
and I wouldn’t ever expect it to considering how very strongly our instincts
could drive our reactions.
“What was that about?” Ryou sounded sleepy, but he was
showing an interest in something, and there was no way I would do
anything to discourage that, even if it meant admitting that I’d made my
suggestion that he learn Tai Chi on what was almost an impulse.
“I realise that I didn’t know the contact details of any Tai
Chi masters in the area, so I asked Seto to find out for me. It still won’t be
a problem for me to convince one to come and teach you. But it might be easier
if I can offer an...incentive. Will you object to that?” Such an incentive
would likely be a one-off thing, and martial artists were supposed to be much
safer to feed on than most humans - safer for them if not for us as much. I
wasn’t entirely sure what answer I wanted Yadonushi-sama to give, whether I
wanted him to show some sign of possessiveness, or to trust my judgement enough
to let me decide.
“I don’t like the idea that you’d trade your body to get
lessons for me. Don’t, please. Find another way.” I didn’t think he’d realised
that he’d given me an order with his final sentence, but I found his concern
for me comforting in a way, and even more comforting was his momentary anger at
the thought of my trading my body for his advantage.
“As you wish Ryou. It just means I’ll have to work harder to
convince them and probably pay a little more, no great hardship. If I can’t get
a single master to come every day would you object to having more than one master
coming here to teach you?”
“Do whatever you want.” And then his indifference and apathy
returned. I was disappointed, but I wasn’t going to say anything about it.
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