“Hey now, I came here on time this time, didn’t I?”
“I just thought that you would come in a car, like you always do, Bakura.”
Bakura snorts as he leads Ryou down a winding sidewalk, away from the campus.
“What, am I your chauffeur now?” he asks, giving Ryou a sideways glance. “Walkin’ with a lowlife like me too good for ya now, Ryou?”
“I did not say I minded walking with you!” Ryou huffs. “I quite enjoy it, actually. It’s just… You always meet me at my school in a car. I did not expect to see you standing alone.”
“Yeah, well… After earlier this week, that shouldn’t be such a surprise, yeah?” Bakura shrugs, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his red leather jacket. “I ain’t exactly keen to have any…. misunderstandings with the cops anytime soon.”
Ryou nods, letting his gaze shift back towards the path in front of him and away from Bakura’s face.
“… Besides, the one I brought today is special. And I don’t trust those idiots at your school not to hit us, so—”
Bakura notices the way Ryou perks up and looks at him again, inquisitively.
“What do you mean, ‘special?’” he asks, a little more spring in his step.
“Oh ho~ Got you excited now, did I?” Bakura chuckles, lips twisting to a sly grin. “Well, I don’t wanna spoil the surprise for you, so you’re just gonna have to wait~”
Ryou pouts at Bakura, hands shoved deep into his pockets, but all his expression does is make the other laugh more.
“Relax, Ryou,” he finally says, nodding to something just down the block. “We’re almost there, anyway. In fact, there it is, right there.”
“Oh? Which one?”
Distracted from his pouting, Ryou cranes his neck to try and see which car Bakura could possibly be talking about.
“C’mon, ain’t it obvious?”
“It would be more obvious if you would come with the same car every time…”
“You’re killin’ me here, Ryou, it’s — no, you’re lookin’ too far down, it’s right — right here.”
Exasperated by Ryou’s ineffective searching, Bakura reaches up and Ryou’s chin with one hand, turning his head towards the right car — now only two vehicles away from them.
“…the red one?” Ryou asks, brow furrowing.
“That’s the one,” Bakura nods, a proud grin on his face as he reaches for the keys in his pocket. “I’m kinda surprised you didn’t notice it sooner, Ryou.”
“…well,” Ryou begins, the frown deepening on his face, “I would have thought that if you were hiding from the police, you would pick something less… obvious… But I suppose whoever you took it from is probably thanking you right now — hey!”
Ryou almost stumbles forward as Bakura whacks him upside the head.
“I’ll put up with a lotta shit, Ryou,” Bakura huffs, keys clenched tightly in his other hand. “But if you’re gonna make fun of my baby, then we’re gonna have a problem, got it?”
As Bakura approaches the car, unlocking the passenger door first as he usually does, the cloud of confusion suddenly lifts from Ryou’s face.
“This is… your car?” he asks, eyes wide as he slowly steps closer.
“Mmhm,” Bakura nods, the proud grin from before plastered on his face once more.
“Paid off, title’s in my name, the whole bit.”
“…you bought this with your money?”
“You keep that up, I’m gonna make you walk anyway,” Bakura huffs as a look of annoyance briefly flashes across his face.
“S-Sorry,” Ryou stammers, bowing his head. “I-I don’t mean to be rude. Just…”
“Aah, don’t worry ‘bout it too much. I’d probably ask me the same thing. Just get in already, yeah?”
Nodding, Ryou quickly climbs in, taking a moment to appreciate the immaculate interior as Bakura walks around to the driver’s side.
“You take… very good care of your car,” Ryou finally says.
“Thought you knew by now, Ryou,” Bakura chuckles, key in the ignition before he even shuts the door. “I take care of the things I think are important. Now buckle up already, before we’re late.”
Ryou complies, and as the buckle clicks into place, Bakura makes the car roar to life, and quickly pulls out into the minimal traffic.