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It had been a week since my first day at Domino High. And things were going OK so far. I had a group of friends, I hadn't made any enamies... At least not on purpose. Bakura still seemed to have a problem with me, he would glare at me when he had the change and sometimes he ever mumbled some offensive things while walking past. I ignored him, it wasn't like I hadn't had bullies before. But this was different... He didn't feel like a bully... I decided to ignore it and get on with my lessons.
At lunch I hung around with the group, playing different games and having fun, and after school I'd joined the ______ club, because I needed something to keep me occupied. I did live alone after all.
Though when leaving the club I'd had a couple run ins with some bullies, I chose not to let it faze me.
And then I'd go home, cook some food - I'm not the best cook so it tended to be packet noodles or microwave meals - and then I'd play some games, do some writing or drawing, and then go to bed. Even though I had difficulty sleeping most of the time, especially since my dad had died... And then it would be the same the next day.
The teacher pulled me out of my train of thought by calling me up to the front to read my presentation. I gulped and went red, I was never good at speaking in front of people, and even worse at being the centre of attention. They were all looking at me.
"U-um..." I mumbled, almost unhearable. The entire class was looking at me, and I felt myself going slightly faint. I noticed Bakura looking my way, but not with the same glare he usually held. He seemed to be... Concerned. "I... Do I have to...?" I whispered. The teacher seemed to hear.
"Everyone has stage fright, but you'll never get over it if you don't face it." He smiled. He was a nice man, but refused to listen to other peoples opinions.
"Sir... Um... With all respect... I really don't want to..." I pleaded, loosing my voice. They still looked to me.
"I'll read mine out!" Joey called, realising my nervousness.
"Joey, your presentation consisted of a doodle of a red eyes black dragon on the back of a burger wrapper." The teacher sighed. Some of the class laughed. "Miss ______" the attention was drawn back to me. "Your presentation." He looked to me sternly.
"If she doesn't want to do it then why are you trying to force her?" A voice came. I turned to my left to see Bakura glaring the teacher down.
"That's enough Mr Bakura. I don't need your backchat today." The teach replied.
"Can't you see how upset she is just by you trying to force her? Lay off and get someone else to do their presentation." The white haired boy continued. I stared at him, confused. But... He hated me? Right? I shook my head slightly, I didn't understand.
I wasn't feeling good, I raised my hand slowly.
"Yes miss ______"
"I... I don't feel too good... May I be excused..." I asked quietly. I avoided eye contact as I left the room. My stomach was turning and I felt faint, that always happened when I was put under pressure. I made my way to the bathroom. Bakura had been given a detention before I'd left... He actually stook up for me...? Strange.
I ignored it and spent the rest of the lesson - the last five minutes - in the bathroom, too nervous to go back. Once the bell had rang I left and walked into the crowded corridor. Yugi and the others were waiting for me, and Yami handed me my bag. I thanked him.
"Sorry about the teacher ______. He's been going through a rough patch at home, so he's been a bit stricter recently..." T`ea said and smiled.
"Anyway, it's lunch now! Let's go get some food!" Joey smirked and him and Tristan headed off down the corridor.
I looked back at the classroom to see Bakura, serving his detention. He caught my eye and gave me the usual look. I shook my head slightly and followed the others.
"So, ______, you're a part of the ______ club now?" Ryou asked from next to me when we were sat down getting food.
"Yeah, it's not the best but..." I answered, giving a small smile.
"It's good though! I was part of that club once as well. Just... Be careful about bullies. They tend to hand out outside that club room a lot after school, waiting for people to come out." Ryou warned. "Just so they can pick on them."
"I'll be careful. Thanks Ryou." I smiled and continued with lunch, talking with everyone about different things.
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Later that day I was walking towards my last class, and noticed that Bakura was still sat in the classroom, serving detention. I felt bad, but had to continue on to my next class.
After school I made my way towards the club. Some guys pushed me into the lockers but I ignored them and continued down the corridor after picking up my books again. I'd had that a lot over the past few days.
I went into the club room and greeted everyone, and we got to work.
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Once we were finished we said our farewells, I had some extra stuff to do so stayed behind a little longer. And once done I got up, packed away my stuff and headed out. Time to go home.
Or so I thought...
As I walked from the room three tall muscular guys came up to me, cornering me against the lockers. I'd had fighting experience, but these guys were so big... I couldn't take them.
One of them winked at me and I felt myself go cold, they wouldn't try something like that at school... Right...? Another threw my books from my hands, scattering them across the floor. I gasped slightly and the biggest, the one in the middle, slammed his hand agaisnt the lockers next to me, getting way too close. They taunted me, all I felt like doing was crying... He pushed himself agaisnt me and I knew what I had to do. I might not be able to outfight them, but I was a lot faster than them. I kneed him in the stomach as he moved his hand towards me and pushed him back into the other two, taking them by surprise and sprinting away down the corridor. It didn't take long for them to be on my tail, I'd left all my stuff behind as well... I turned corner after corner, until someone grabbed me, I tried to scream but they covered my mouth. Their hands were pale, soft. I was in a storage room, it was dark. The unknown person closed the door to and turned me round.
Bakura...
He put his finger to his mouth, signaling for me to be quiet and took his hand away from mine. I stared at him for a moment, before looking to the door as the bullies ran by.
"She must have gone into a room! It's a dead end down this way!" One of them called.
"T...they're gonna find us..." I whispered, trying to hold back tears in front of someone who probably found me pathetic enough.
"Do you trust me...?" He asked. I looked to him, about to say no but he looked at me, seriously. He still gripped my arms.
"I... I guess..." I mumbled. The doorhandle began to twist and I stood back, Bakura standing in front of my protectively. The door opened and the white haired boy pushed forward, knocking over the bully. I came out from the room and he told me to run. And pointed upwards... The roof? I nodded and ran, turning back at the end of the corridor to see the group of bullies, for getting up and towering over the boy.
I hesitated but ran. He told me to trust him, and while I considered him one of my bullies, he did just save me...
I ran up to the roof, I was up there for 20 minutes before the door behind me opened. I turned to see Bakura.
"Did they touch you...?" He asked, walking over. His lip was cut, his eye bruised. And as he took off his blue overjacket I saw his white shirt stained with blood.
I shook my head. He came over.
"Good."
There was a silence that hung in the air. "I... Don't understand." I said, it just slipped from my mouth. I didn't understand why he'd protected me after spending all his time glaring, mumbling about me... Calling me names. Or why he stuck up for me earlier. I just didn't understand.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Why...?" Was all I could ask. He handed me my bag and the books that had been left in the corridor, his knuckles were bruised. "Bakura... Why are you defending me...? I thought you hated me." I finally said.
"...What do you mean?" He questioned.
I stared at him in disbelief.
"You've been acting like the bullies! Why would you defend me when they're attacking me?! Don't you want to do the same?!"
He looked shocked, confused. But he change his expression back to normal. He didn't say anything.
I sighed and looked down, rubbing his eyes with my hand. I was so tired.
"I... Want to thank you Bakura... For class, and for now..." I said.
"If I hadn't gotten detention earlier, I wouldn't have been here to stop them bullies from attacking you." He stated.
"I know but-"
"Don't..." He said, in almost a whisper. "Don't thank me. There isn't a need." And with that he pulled the blue overcoat back on, turning his back. It seemed to pain him to do so... It looked like one of the bullies might have had a knife... And he walked back to the door.
He stopped just before it as I stared at him, bewildered.
"Well, are you gonna stay up here all night or are you actually going to go home?" He asked, turning to look at me from the corner of his eye. I pulled my bag onto my back and followed him.
Maybe Bakura wasn't one of my bullies... I didn't know what his deal was but... I was grateful for his protection that day. Even if I didn't understand...

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It had been a week since my first day at Domino High. And things were going OK so far. I had a group of friends, I hadn't made any enamies... At least not on purpose. Bakura still seemed to have a problem with me, he would glare at me when he had the change and sometimes he ever mumbled some offensive things while walking past. I ignored him, it wasn't like I hadn't had bullies before. But this was different... He didn't feel like a bully... I decided to ignore it and get on with my lessons.
At lunch I hung around with the group, playing different games and having fun, and after school I'd joined the ______ club, because I needed something to keep me occupied. I did live alone after all.
Though when leaving the club I'd had a couple run ins with some bullies, I chose not to let it faze me.
And then I'd go home, cook some food - I'm not the best cook so it tended to be packet noodles or microwave meals - and then I'd play some games, do some writing or drawing, and then go to bed. Even though I had difficulty sleeping most of the time, especially since my dad had died... And then it would be the same the next day.
The teacher pulled me out of my train of thought by calling me up to the front to read my presentation. I gulped and went red, I was never good at speaking in front of people, and even worse at being the centre of attention. They were all looking at me.
"U-um..." I mumbled, almost unhearable. The entire class was looking at me, and I felt myself going slightly faint. I noticed Bakura looking my way, but not with the same glare he usually held. He seemed to be... Concerned. "I... Do I have to...?" I whispered. The teacher seemed to hear.
"Everyone has stage fright, but you'll never get over it if you don't face it." He smiled. He was a nice man, but refused to listen to other peoples opinions.
"Sir... Um... With all respect... I really don't want to..." I pleaded, loosing my voice. They still looked to me.
"I'll read mine out!" Joey called, realising my nervousness.
"Joey, your presentation consisted of a doodle of a red eyes black dragon on the back of a burger wrapper." The teacher sighed. Some of the class laughed. "Miss ______" the attention was drawn back to me. "Your presentation." He looked to me sternly.
"If she doesn't want to do it then why are you trying to force her?" A voice came. I turned to my left to see Bakura glaring the teacher down.
"That's enough Mr Bakura. I don't need your backchat today." The teach replied.
"Can't you see how upset she is just by you trying to force her? Lay off and get someone else to do their presentation." The white haired boy continued. I stared at him, confused. But... He hated me? Right? I shook my head slightly, I didn't understand.
I wasn't feeling good, I raised my hand slowly.
"Yes miss ______"
"I... I don't feel too good... May I be excused..." I asked quietly. I avoided eye contact as I left the room. My stomach was turning and I felt faint, that always happened when I was put under pressure. I made my way to the bathroom. Bakura had been given a detention before I'd left... He actually stook up for me...? Strange.
I ignored it and spent the rest of the lesson - the last five minutes - in the bathroom, too nervous to go back. Once the bell had rang I left and walked into the crowded corridor. Yugi and the others were waiting for me, and Yami handed me my bag. I thanked him.
"Sorry about the teacher ______. He's been going through a rough patch at home, so he's been a bit stricter recently..." T`ea said and smiled.
"Anyway, it's lunch now! Let's go get some food!" Joey smirked and him and Tristan headed off down the corridor.
I looked back at the classroom to see Bakura, serving his detention. He caught my eye and gave me the usual look. I shook my head slightly and followed the others.
"So, ______, you're a part of the ______ club now?" Ryou asked from next to me when we were sat down getting food.
"Yeah, it's not the best but..." I answered, giving a small smile.
"It's good though! I was part of that club once as well. Just... Be careful about bullies. They tend to hand out outside that club room a lot after school, waiting for people to come out." Ryou warned. "Just so they can pick on them."
"I'll be careful. Thanks Ryou." I smiled and continued with lunch, talking with everyone about different things.
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Later that day I was walking towards my last class, and noticed that Bakura was still sat in the classroom, serving detention. I felt bad, but had to continue on to my next class.
After school I made my way towards the club. Some guys pushed me into the lockers but I ignored them and continued down the corridor after picking up my books again. I'd had that a lot over the past few days.
I went into the club room and greeted everyone, and we got to work.
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Once we were finished we said our farewells, I had some extra stuff to do so stayed behind a little longer. And once done I got up, packed away my stuff and headed out. Time to go home.
Or so I thought...
As I walked from the room three tall muscular guys came up to me, cornering me against the lockers. I'd had fighting experience, but these guys were so big... I couldn't take them.
One of them winked at me and I felt myself go cold, they wouldn't try something like that at school... Right...? Another threw my books from my hands, scattering them across the floor. I gasped slightly and the biggest, the one in the middle, slammed his hand agaisnt the lockers next to me, getting way too close. They taunted me, all I felt like doing was crying... He pushed himself agaisnt me and I knew what I had to do. I might not be able to outfight them, but I was a lot faster than them. I kneed him in the stomach as he moved his hand towards me and pushed him back into the other two, taking them by surprise and sprinting away down the corridor. It didn't take long for them to be on my tail, I'd left all my stuff behind as well... I turned corner after corner, until someone grabbed me, I tried to scream but they covered my mouth. Their hands were pale, soft. I was in a storage room, it was dark. The unknown person closed the door to and turned me round.
Bakura...
He put his finger to his mouth, signaling for me to be quiet and took his hand away from mine. I stared at him for a moment, before looking to the door as the bullies ran by.
"She must have gone into a room! It's a dead end down this way!" One of them called.
"T...they're gonna find us..." I whispered, trying to hold back tears in front of someone who probably found me pathetic enough.
"Do you trust me...?" He asked. I looked to him, about to say no but he looked at me, seriously. He still gripped my arms.
"I... I guess..." I mumbled. The doorhandle began to twist and I stood back, Bakura standing in front of my protectively. The door opened and the white haired boy pushed forward, knocking over the bully. I came out from the room and he told me to run. And pointed upwards... The roof? I nodded and ran, turning back at the end of the corridor to see the group of bullies, for getting up and towering over the boy.
I hesitated but ran. He told me to trust him, and while I considered him one of my bullies, he did just save me...
I ran up to the roof, I was up there for 20 minutes before the door behind me opened. I turned to see Bakura.
"Did they touch you...?" He asked, walking over. His lip was cut, his eye bruised. And as he took off his blue overjacket I saw his white shirt stained with blood.
I shook my head. He came over.
"Good."
There was a silence that hung in the air. "I... Don't understand." I said, it just slipped from my mouth. I didn't understand why he'd protected me after spending all his time glaring, mumbling about me... Calling me names. Or why he stuck up for me earlier. I just didn't understand.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Why...?" Was all I could ask. He handed me my bag and the books that had been left in the corridor, his knuckles were bruised. "Bakura... Why are you defending me...? I thought you hated me." I finally said.
"...What do you mean?" He questioned.
I stared at him in disbelief.
"You've been acting like the bullies! Why would you defend me when they're attacking me?! Don't you want to do the same?!"
He looked shocked, confused. But he change his expression back to normal. He didn't say anything.
I sighed and looked down, rubbing his eyes with my hand. I was so tired.
"I... Want to thank you Bakura... For class, and for now..." I said.
"If I hadn't gotten detention earlier, I wouldn't have been here to stop them bullies from attacking you." He stated.
"I know but-"
"Don't..." He said, in almost a whisper. "Don't thank me. There isn't a need." And with that he pulled the blue overcoat back on, turning his back. It seemed to pain him to do so... It looked like one of the bullies might have had a knife... And he walked back to the door.
He stopped just before it as I stared at him, bewildered.
"Well, are you gonna stay up here all night or are you actually going to go home?" He asked, turning to look at me from the corner of his eye. I pulled my bag onto my back and followed him.
Maybe Bakura wasn't one of my bullies... I didn't know what his deal was but... I was grateful for his protection that day. Even if I didn't understand...