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A Bakura tribute

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Jaundiced For a Reason

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It was insipid day. Boring, dull, and plain. At least that's what Bakura thought. Dark crimson hues looked over his surroundings. Students his age giggled or talked to themselves. Some acted like the usual holier-than-thou fools while others acted like the 'innocent' type. They think it's a good way to become extremely popular in Domino High but of course, they don't notice that the tactic been so overused that it practically became nothing but a foolish act of drama meant to intimidate or to pretend. Does it matter to Bakura? Definitely not especially since he hates both of them equally anyways.

"Well, well, if it isn't Bakura the antisocial demon."

" Ah, Yami, that isn't very nice…"

What perfect timing. The top masters of the art of playing innocence and godly; Atemu Yami and Ryou Bakura.

Of course, immediately one would wonder the simple question that pops up immediately in that little empty space which your brain should occupy...: Isn't Ryou Bakura actually Bakura's little brother??" Exactly. But how can one his own flesh and blood? Easy. That person is a freak. 'Nhn...he wasn't like that before .' With a sigh, he leaned back against his worn out chair, feet propped up on his desk as if it's nobody's business.

"What do you want?"

Atemu sneered at him. "If you keep that tone, I might decide not to invite you after all. Ryou here was nice enough to persuade me to try to ask you myself personally."

Bakura sneered back, hues narrowing. "Well, pity that wonderfully planned party will be something I won't be attending."

Atemu could not help but snarled at Bakura, although softly. "You lost your last chance to become popular among this school. Be sure that I won't be back." With a haughty flick of his hair, Atemu walked away. Ryou sighed as if he was all knowing.

"Bakura, Bakura, why must you always be so mean to Atemu-kun?"

Eyes completely narrowing, Bakura turned to Ryou.

"You pathetic fool! Stop nagging like an unwanted hen and go and play with your stupid dolls or something."

Ryou eyes filled up with tears; it was already predicted as Bakura had turned away and closed his eyes completely. Of course, seeing the class 'cutie' -More like 'whore', Bakura snorted- in tears, soon enough everyone who liked Ryou -or wanted to get into his pants- were in an uproar.

Sighing, Bakura stuck a finger in his ear and made a great show of indifference and perhaps a little bit of annoyance at the stupidity of the others. Of course, human beings cannot be mature and leave this alone even when knowing they were deliberately being poked fun at. The whole thing ended in a fight and Bakura being the only one in trouble.

"Detention, Mr. Bakura!" With that, Bakura left the principle office, closing the door behind him like quiet click. Any normal would have either slammed it in anger or leave it and run for it. However, Bakura himself did not really care shit. Why should he when this was nearly a complete schedule. It happened almost every day. His detention number must have already over maxed the average. Of course, it didn't matter to him as well. Possibly because in detention, at least he had quiet solitude. Hours later, home was his destination.

Already nearing dark, the whitenette looked up at the sky. Red hues covered the clouds while being chased by the nearing black darkness. The moon itself was already visible. Sighing, Bakura trudged his way home knowing that his uncle would be waiting there with a leather belt ready for a beating. Ryou would of course be beside their father, smiling innocently while waiting oh-so-patiently for the beating that soon will commence.

Once that was over, the indifferent but slightly pained Bakura tugged his shirt back on; wincing slightly when it touched the many welts and bruises that decorated the once crème white skin. Ryou was whistling loudly and not too innocently either. Bakura wanted to take a hammer or a nice shiny sharp object and aim is at the head just to see if it's enough to kill the boy. Their father kicked him and he hissed slightly. Looking up with narrow eyes, red wine eyes filled with hatred met dark brown filled with superiority. Smirking, Mr.Bakura told his son of the 'happy' news.

" Seeing that you are nothing but scum in Ryou's beautiful shining school, you shall be transferred of the Domino High at the slums. You can get there by yourself."

Leaving Bakura openly gaping, both father and son took their leave. Bakura snarled and punched the nearest thing to him- the wall. Leaving a rather large dent and bleeding knuckles, Bakura immediately went to his room and turned on his computer. Now of course one would wonder how someone like Bakura whose father doesn't seem to be loving toward him could have a device worth thousands of yen to call his own. He simply saved up from his odd jobs here and there to get the small portable device. Stealing wireless from his neighbor, a bruised Bakura started his baby up looking uncertain about his future education.

Two days later.

Domino High School isn't actually all that bad. It turns out that the school has a dormitory of their own but seeing that he could hardly afford it, Bakura skipped over the registration form for it. His classes were those that were like his previous school. The school was far but it was durable if you take the train. Most of the freshmen, sophomores and juniors stay at the dormitories for reasons known and unknown. But that's all about it.

Bakura couldn't help but laugh at his blessing in disguise. Now he had excuses for never coming home until everyone was asleep. He also had excuses for doing his jobs. After all, Bakura's train fare won't be paid on it's on. Soon enough, the said male entered the school dressed in the mandatory uniforms of a black blazer, white shirt, and black pants. His shoes were tennis shoes though. His reason for that was because dress shoes aren't very comfortable for a full day of 8 hours of education. As soon as he stepped into the school and walked toward the inside shoe lockers, every eye was on him.

Was it because he was weird looking? Was it because he was new? Or was it because with just a glance, one can immediately Bakura was someone not to be messed with? The halls erupted into whispers. Shrugging them all off as foolish gossip and rumor making, Bakura felt more uncertain when the halls quiet down. Ignoring it, he felt a chill down his spine. Always trusting his gut, the whitenette knew something big is going to happen and it might not be a good thing. Almost immediately after he said that, the presence of someone behind him made him turn around sharply.

Two hands rested flat against the lockers while the connected arms locked him in like a human cage. Snarling lightly, he looked up and blinked. The most unusually beautiful violet optics stared back with a grin etched into the tanned face. Blushing scarlet for the first time in years, Bakura looked away.

"What do you want?!"

Chuckling softly, the stranger tilted the still blushing but angry Bakura's chin up with a slender forefinger.

"Now now...I think you would look much more attractive if you just smiled. Won't you just show me that I'm right in saying so my rose?"

Eye twitching, Bakura took a breather before proceeding to punch the flirting male.

"YOU FREAK!"

With that, an embarrassed Bakura ran for it. However, before he truly got away, the whitenette heard a lingering echo from behind him.

"The name is Marik! Remember it because we'll be seeing a lot of each other soon enough!"


Already after entering his new school, our poor little Kura is being molested by random people -well, random to him but we all know who the pretty stranger that interested Kura is.

Bakura: -Sulks- Press the pretty button or else I'll maim you.

Ryou: He just wants to see what happens to his next that's all -smiles-

Bakura: -Twitch- Shut up you annoying little demented demon.

Ryou: -Tears!- I AM NOT DEMENTED!

Ying: -Sweatdrops- Alright PEOPLE! While these two go argue themselves off, let's start reviewing! 3 Thanks for everything and sorry for the long wait! The year has been tough and I didn't have time to do my other stories but PH3AR NOT! XD I shall get started on the Ryou tribute as well!

Now everyone knows the fact that Ryou is always being loved by fans -not that it's a bad thing- for being the innocent and sweet one. now let's take a change and see what would happen if Ryou was only pretending to be innocent but is really a demon in disguise.

Ryou: -Pouts!- NOT YOU TOO!