Stuck with Bakura while we’re looking for one of Ishizu’s trying-to-take-over-the-world guys. Joey cradled his head in his hands as Richmond, the slick-haired man with no respect for Fiends, warmed to his topic. I gotta be out of my mind.
It should have been Tristan. Bakura respected Tristan… well, sort of. The former tomb robber seemed to have a healthy wariness when it came to the magicless teen whose former incarnation had been the Eyes and Ears of the Nameless Pharaoh. Especially since Tristan had managed to get the drop on the spirit once even before he’d remembered any bits of his past life – something no one else had done, Millennium Items or not.
Marik an’ Yami beat Bakura, but they never surprised him, Joey thought, turning that fact over in his head. Maybe ’cause they had magic? You get into the Heart of the Cards, you get into the rhythm of the magic. An’ like Tea says, if you know the rhythm, you can tell where the dance is going….
“Consider the little fluffball known as Kuriboh,” Richmond sniffed. “While you can discard it to eliminate an enemy’s attack, that doesn’t change this card’s intrinsic weakness-”
Joey risked a sideways glance toward the sudden scent of real, mouth-watering salty butter. Popcorn. The white-haired fiend in the chair beside him… had brought popcorn.
I give Richmond ten minutes, tops. “Kuriboh, Multiply, Defense Mode,” Joey muttered, risking death by pointy objects to sneak a hand in and snag some fluffy kernels. “Weak, my foot.”
“Pity the fool if the pharaoh takes offense.” Bakura chuckled darkly under his breath, fangs glinting in a wicked grin.
Joey shivered. That malevolent laugh echoed shadows, plain as if the violet mists of the Shadow Realm were rising around them both. Weird. You can feel ’em curling around him like kittens. Unconsciously his unbuttered hand found his Deck. Touched the top card-
“Not here. Not now.” Bakura’s glare smoothed into Ryou’s innocent blink. “Oh dear.”
“Hi, guys.” Jack plopped into the empty chair by Ryou, the picture of interested relaxation. “We miss anything?”