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Ohai der. So this is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic… I love thiefshipping though lol. I probably read about every thiefshipping fanfic there is XD. I guess I just wanted to try and write one myself. (I apologize if this turns out shitty) So anyways, I'm going to try and commit to putting out a chapter every Friday night. Sometimes it might come out early, and it may come out late sometimes, depending on how busy I am. Now, I edit this myself, so it might be really crappy (I apologize for any mistakes) But yeah… Constructive criticism is accepted (and wanted), also, if you have any ideas for this fanfic, please feel free to message me or leave a review. (I really don't think this is going to get any reads XD) Also, in case you were wondering, I plan to have a lot of chapters in this story (I'm not sure how many yet). So here is the first chapter everyone! (I don't like this chapter very much. It is a bit boring. This chapter is mostly giving you an idea of how Bakura feels about some of the characters that are in this fic. I, personally, think it starts to get more interesting in the second chapter, but still, I would not recommend skipping this chapter) Well enough of my rambling (although I probably forgot to write something important…) HERE IS CHAPTER ONE:

CHAPTER ONE

I reluctantly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Fuck. Monday. I was in no mood to go to school today. Nor was I ever, but I didn't feel like having to hear the 'education is important' rant from my mother again. I looked at the clock and it read 7:46. I had to be at school at 8. Fuck. I rolled myself out of my bed, keeping myself wrapped in the comforter because it was damn freezing. I grabbed my blue striped t-shirt and grey skinny jeans out of my unorganized drawers that had clothes pouring out of them. I got changed quickly and looked in the mirror. Well, I look somewhat decent… Not that I give a shit what I look like… I walked out of my room and down the hall. My brother was combing his hair as he looked at me.

"Good morning!" He smiled cheerfully.

"Go away." I curtly replied.

"Jeez…" He walked away and put his hands up in a defenseless manner

I hate Ryou. He is always so… perky. It is annoying as hell… Also, He gets straight A's, is student council president, has first place awards for countless amounts of academic bullshit, and has a 'perfect' girlfriend. My mom is just so 'proud' of him. Or some shit like that. My mom hates me. Well… she doesn't really act like it, but I know she does. I'm the dud of the family. She barely talks to me. She just goes out every night to try and find a fucking boyfriend. But no one could replace my father… He died of brain cancer when Ryou and I were only five. Our whole family was just devastated. But my mom got over it about a year later. She has had about 16 boyfriends since he died…

My thoughts were interrupted by my mother's voice shouting.

"Bakura! Why aren't you at school!?"

I looked at the clock. It was 7:53. I ran outside and started walking. Luckily, My school was about 2 blocks away, so it wasn't too far. I plugged my headphones in and dug my hands into the pockets of my black trench coat and walked to school.

I walked into my school hesitantly and groaned as I walked through the doors. I took my headphones of my ears and walked to my locker, which was right near the door. The kid with the locker next to mine was making out with his girlfriend, as usual. I turned away in disgust as I saw their tongues playing around outside their mouths.

"Ahem." I cleared my throat loudly to get their attention. The girl pulled away and gave me a dirty look. "What the fuck do you want, homo?"I grinned sarcastically. I was used to comments like that. "Well, you're blocking my locker. Now go get a fucking room." She rolled her eyes and stormed away angrily.

"What the fuck bro?" My locker mate punched my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and got my books out of my locker. Ugh. I had algebra first period. I hate school, but I completely despise algebra. I especially despise my teacher. She is 26, and her voice sounds like elmo on helium. God, she gives me headaches every fucking day. And her attitude was like Ryou's. For some reason, all of the guys at my school want to bang her. I don't understand why… She wasn't that hot. Maybe it's because of her obvious boob job… I unwillingly walked through the doors of my classroom. Great. First one here. I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"Hi, Bakura!" She pranced over to me and squealed.

"What the hell do you want?" I snapped at her impatiently. She gave me a disappointed look. The 'don't disrespect me' look, but her face quickly transformed back to her usual peppy smile.

"We are changing seats today!" She sang.

Finally… for the whole year so far I had been sitting next to one of the 'popular' girls who would always lean over my entire desk to talk to her friend. God, sluts talk about the stupidest things…

"Where do I sit?" I asked. Not really caring. She scanned the room

"Riiiiiiiiiiightt here" she pointed to a pair of desks directly in the front. Fuck. I loudly and angrily plopped my books down and unwillingly sat at the desk. The room was silent until suddenly the silence was interrupted by the school sluts walking in giggling. They gave me a few dirty looks as they walked by my desk. I replied with a subtle middle finger. Each of them purposely bumped into my desk and started to spit insults as they walked by.

"Queerbag"

"Homo"

"Fag" They all walked away and giggled. I rolled my eyes and ignored their comments. Why the hell do I care if some whores are making assumptions about me… Even if the assumptions are true. Yes, I am gay. Yes, I am attracted to guys. Who cares? Why should anyone care? Is my sexuality anyone else's problem to worry about? No. It's mine. Besides, I don't care if I'm gay. I don't wish I was straight. I don't understand why people even give a shit about stuff like that. I honestly couldn't care less what other people thought of me. My eyes wandered the room and stopped as they reached the door. An unfamiliar face walked in. I examined him curiously. Dark, tanned skin, several gold bands around each of his arms, platinum blonde hair that reached just below his shoulders. A few wispy strands of hair hung across his forehead and reached his eyes, which were a piercing shade of lavender. As my eyes met his, I quickly turned away and flushed bright red as I realized that I had been staring at him for at least a minute. The teacher pranced over to him and waved. "Hi Marik!" She cheered. "Welcome to our class! You can sit wherever you want!" She beamed a smile at him.

"What the hell?!" I shouted. "Why does he get to choose his seat!?"

"Because I know he will pay attention!" She glared at me.

The new kid observed me with curiosity in his eyes.

"What?" I asked him angrily, beginning to feel uncomfortable and awkward from his never-ending glare. The kid plopped his books on to the desk next to mine.

"I'll sit right here!" He looked at me with a sarcastic smirk on his face that made my heart suddenly skip a beat. I felt heat rise to my face as he leaned down to put his books under his desk. God, why the hell was I so nervous around this kid?! The teacher walked over to her desk and began ordering students to go to their new assigned seats. My cheeks were still burning as my new desk partner looked over at me.

"Umm… Are you okay?" He raised an eyebrow. "You look like a tomato and you are starting to sweat." He put his hand up to my forehead to check if I had a fever. I quickly pushed his hand away.

"Don't ever touch me. I'm fine. It's just allergies or something." I scolded him bitterly.

"But it's winter…?" He questioned

"Shut up." I growled sharply.

"Jeez, I was just asking if you were okay…"

"Well I don't care. Who the hell are you anyways, and why are you even here?"

"Well… I'm Marik. My schedule got changed and I had to switch classes."

"Whatever." I bluntly replied and turned away. He tapped me on the shoulder.

"What the bloody hell do you want!?" I practically screamed at him.

"I just wanted to know your damn name… No need to throw a temper tantrum…"

"Well, if you must know, I'm Bakura. Just shut up and stop talking to me already." I rolled my eyes and turned around

The rest of class was boring as fuck, as usual. But I found it even harder to concentrate today. My mind kept wondering about Marik. How long has he been at this school? Why the hell is he sitting next to me? Simple questions about him ran through my mind for no reason at all… God, I just want to get out. Somehow I know this week is going to suck…

Hey guys, sorry this chapter was so crappy. I know the editing is probably shit. The spacing got messed up when I put it into the website... Anyways, I promise the fic will get better after this chapter. Bye! :*