The
Pharaoh’s brat was an obnoxious, rude, selfish person and Bakura was looking
forward to laying into her. When you made plans to play a game with someone and
they went out of their way to set up the board and prepare for a evening of
gaming, including providing food, it was rude to not turn up and it was even
ruder to not answer your phone when someone rang it ten or eleven times.
Not
that Bakura had been worried, but her Landlord had been freaking out when Yugi
hadn’t shown up for their pre-planned gaming session and then had been unreachable
and she hated when her Landlord was unhappy. It made her life difficult.
As
such she was looking forward to catching the brat before school and biting her
head off. She would deserve it.
Of
course she wasn’t quite prepared for Honda to stalk over to her, grab her by
the collar and shove her against the lockers, fist raised as if ready to
strike.
“What
did you do to Yugi?”
“Okay.”
Bakura twisted out of his grip and glowered at him, “For me to have done
anything to Yugi she would actually have had to have shown up, so do you mind
explaining what the hell you mean?”
“Wait,
Yugi didn’t go to yours last night?” Honda suddenly looked a lot more worried.
“If
I had beaten the Pharaoh, do you think I’d still be here?” Bakura pointed out.
Honda
grimaced, having to concede she had a point. “Yugi didn’t make it home last
night.”
“And
no one thought to ring me?” Bakura growled at him, “I do have a phone. And you
know where I live.”
“Jonouchi
was out all night looking for her and didn’t think to let anyone else know
until Anzu showed up at the shop and found Ojiisan panicking like mad.”
Bakura
snatched up her Ring, holding it level as she growled, “Find Mutou Yugi.” The
item glowed for a few seconds, the triangles surrounding it wavering for a
moment before the glow died and the shapes fell limp without giving a clear
direction. “Find the Millennium Puzzle.” Same reaction, “Find the Pharaoh’s
host.” Once again nothing, “Find that bloody brat who keeps getting in my way
and won’t let me take her item.” Nothing again.
“I
thought you could find anyone with that thing.” Honda scowled.
“I
can.” Bakura admitted, “Unless they’re...” She paused for a second, took a deep
breath and then, “Find Mutou Yugi’s corpse.” She was almost relieved when she
got the same reaction as trying to find a living Yugi. “Well she ain’t dead.”
“So
where is she?” Honda demanded.
“You
have about as much clue as I do.” Bakura grumbled. “And that is disturbing.”
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