A/N: This is my first yu-gi-oh fic, so don't be expecting anything amazing, also since I'm terrible at characterisation, their will be lots of OOCness and knowing me, the entire story will lose its meaning and end on a crappy cliff-hanger. Also I'm just gonna use the Northern Irish school system.
Well without further ado the story...
Chapter 1: It's Raining Men
Bakura sighed heavily, as he looked out one of the dreary window of his form room, the loud pitter patter on the window, by the heavy, pelting rain drowned out the droning of the class, if you focused on it which is exactly what Bakura was doing. He was content sitting by the window getting lost in the mesmerising drops of water making small rivers down the glass, distorting his view of outside, which was good, for the glimpses made out of the building, were morbid at best. For all there was, was the occasional car, splashing water from the many puddles littering the road, apart from that were depressing, concrete, boring, personality-lacking, buildings covered head to toe in graffiti and other signs of anti-social behaviour.
Most people would say that Bakura, had a strange obsession with the rain, but he disagreed, he believed the rain was freeing, it washed things away, took away litter, it cleaned the streets and roads of the dirt and muck that accumulated in street corners etc.
As one particularly large car drove past, he was broken from his inner thoughts by the sharp ringing of the bell.
The teacher had arrived at that moment, and her voice rang out loud and clear, "Quiet down, will you!"
The class gave no indication to stop talking, and carried on chatting away to each other, after only giving the new teacher a mere glance, after all it was just after the Christmas Holidays, people were wondering what everyone had done over the two weeks off, and what they'd gotten for Christmas. Bakura didn't celebrate Christmas, mainly because he had no one to celebrate it with; he led a lonely existence.
The new teacher, who was replacing the old one on maternity leave, picked up a wooden gavel, and bashed it off her desk loudly. 10R were used to being allowed to get away with murder, so after the new teacher had battered her desk, a timid silence took over the classroom.
"As I had tried to say earlier, before I was being talked over, I'm not the only new person to this school, and I'm Miss Kujaku I'll be replacing your old teacher for both, registration and English language classes"
A mutter of disapproval ran thorough the class, they didn't like this new teacher, but then again they didn't, like most of the teachers in their school.
"Also just because I'm new doesn't mean you can all walk over me! Now I won't stand for this level of disrespect to a teacher."
"What about the other new people you were talking about?" asked Katsuya Jounouchi, the class jock/bully.
"I was getting onto that, and next time raise your hand first and wait until I give you permission to speak," replied Miss Kujaku "and there are two new students here, from Egypt if I think correctly."
Mutterings once again ran thorough the class, about the new kids, people wondering whether or not they're going to be dickheads, nerdy and everything in-between, Bakura wasn't expecting much if the BB (Bender Brigade)/ Cool Crew (as they liked to call themselves) got their hands on them the class would get just that much rowdier, Bakura's nerves would be frayed even more than they usually got from his fellow classmates.
"I'll be back in a second." Miss Kujaku said.
As soon as she left the room, the class broke into shrieks and yells, everyone trying to be heard over everyone else, Bakura just sat in the back corner of the room, quiet, like usual. When Miss Kujaku arrived back she had, in tow with her two deeply tanned boys, who looked to alike for them to be anything but twins. With their darkly made up eyes with what could either be eyeliner or tattoos considering they were only 15 years old max, it was probably the former.
"Introduce yourselves to the class then." Miss Kujaku said.
"Okay, eh...uh...my name's Kiram," (A/N spell it backwards and you'll know why I gave him the name) stuttered out the taller of the two boys.
"And my name's Marik." The other boy finished.
"Now, where shall I put you two?" Miss Kujaku wondered aloud, after they finished with their introductions looking around the class room.
As Bakura glanced around the room, he noticed only two free seats in the class, one beside him and the other beside Duke Devlin, leader of the BB. Now only two things could happen and Bakura didn't like the sound of either of them, the first one being, him getting moved next to Duke or...
"One of you, go sit next to the boy in the back corner." Kujaku ordered.
This was when Bakura realised that one of the two seats left in class, was next to him. Bakura scowled at the thought of having to sit next to someone in the morning everyday, registration was meant to be his time to sit alone, and not have to bother with anyone.
The slightly taller more muscular twin looked directly at Bakura and decided to go over there; he seemed anti-social just like himself. He left his brother Marik to socialise with the black-haired guy, and moved off to sit beside the white-haired teen.
"Hey," Kiram said as he sat down, "What's your name?"
"None of your business." Bakura replied.
"Well 'None Of Your Business' my name's Kiram."
"Haha very funny," Bakura sarcastically replied, "Also you already introduced yourself to the class you idiot, so I don't need you to tell me your name again."
After a few minutes of silence between the two of them, Bakura shifted his gaze from the window, and settled it on the new boy, with a puzzled expression. Just at that moment Kiram glanced at Bakura, and after seeing him staring at him, merely raised an eyebrow.
"So that's all?" Bakura asked. "No asking about my life, how long I've lived here or about yourself etc.?"
"You made it clear you didn't want to talk." Was the simple reply from Kiram.
Bakura smirked, "You know. I think I could get to like you; you're the first person, to take the hint the first time round. It seems you're not so stupid after all."
"Why, thank you." Kiram replied, smiling at the compliment he received.
"It's Bakura, by the way."
"What?"
"It's my name, you asked earlier."
"Oh"
Finally the bell rang, signalling the end of registration for the class, and the class proceeded to get ready for the first lesson of the school year, hopefully it would just be a bit of an induction day, and they wouldn't do much, and get to chat with each other.
"I take it you have geography, next like me?" Bakura asked.
"Yeah" Was the short reply
Bakura walked slowly to his next class, as he knew that the back corner table he always took if possible, in all his classes would be reserved for him. When he reached the Geography room, with Kiram in tow who'd been silently following Bakura, he went to take his seat at the back after receiving some page he was supposed to glue into his book. But on the way he noticed Kiram have some weird silent conversation with Marik as they walked past the desk he'd taken, with Duke and his group surrounding him, Marik had seemed to easily blend into Duke's group.
After taking his seat at the back with Kiram, Bakura did something, he hadn't done in ages with good intentions that is, started a conversation.
"So I heard, you're from Egypt, what is it like over there?" Bakura asked
"Hmm, hard to say," Kiram said, "the weather was boring and was the same all the time, always sunny and hot and dry."
Bakura barked a laugh, "It's the same over here only it's with rain. Why'd you move from Egypt?"
"Ehh, I'd rather not say." Kiram replied cryptically.
"Oh, I'll not pry." Bakura knew not to ask, he assumed that it had something to do with the civil war that had happened recently. Also he didn't want to ruin the one relationship with someone he'd had in ages, although too proud to admit it, Bakura secretly craved human contact, even he didn't like to be lonely for too long.
Bakura went back to looking out the nearby window, staring at the rain once again, he loved it.
Kiram noticed this "Why do you always stare out the window?"
"I like the rain, love it in fact, it's pure."
"What about acid rain?" Kiram said smirking
"Fine, it's pure, most of the time." Bakura said exasperatedly
"Why do you sit at the back of the classrooms all the time?"
"Because I don't like most people and sitting at the back, I go unnoticed." Bakura stated truthfully.
"Are you gay?" Kiram asked, genuinely curious.
"What made you ask that?" Bakura asked calmly, inside he was crapping himself, nobody knew about him being gay, so he did what was natural, not outright say he wasn't but ask why the person asked then try to negate the points they make.
"Well, you said you don't like to be noticed, by people meaning you're probably hiding something, also you talked about the purity of the rain meaning there's something that you've done, or something about you, that makes you feel impure, that's my reasoning."
Damn, Bakura realised those were good points and hard to deflect, but then again...
"Also I'm gay." Kiram added
This brought Bakura's thoughts to an abrupt stop. How could Kiram say something like that after only knowing Bakura for about an hour? He's just trying to get me into a false sense of security, Bakura told himself. But still what if he's speaking the truth...
"Like I'm supposed to believe that straight away," Bakura said "do you have any boyfriends or people who could confirm this?"
"Well there's my brother, or I could do this..."
"Do wha-" Bakura was cut off in mid sentence, when a pair of lips were placed over his and he felt a tongue invading his mouth, without realizing it Bakura began to kiss back, after realising what he was doing Bakura pulled away, panting heavily.
"What was that?" Bakura asked, thankful that nobody noticed since he was at the back but after glancing around the room, he noticed Marik, staring at him with a gobsmacked expression on his face, after briefly making eye contact, Marik quickly turned away.
"That was proof," Kiram said "of one or two things, depending on how you look at it."
"What are those things exactly?"
"Well one, that I'm gay and two, that you're too, I mean you did kiss back at first."
"Fine what if I am gay then?" Bakura snapped angrily at the person who'd just kissed him.
"Well there's nothing to it then."
After that, the rest of the day went smoothly...
Until it was in maths, the last lesson of the day, when the teacher a Mr Kaiba gave the class assigned seats, when he'd given out the news that the seats would be assigned, the class groaned out loudly, in unison.
Kiram wasn't in this class as apparently his mathematical skills were too low and he was in a special after school program and also was in a special catching up and help class.
Bakura was place next to the other Ishtar twin in this class though; he had yet to have the pleasure of meeting Kiram's brother yet, if he was lucky maybe Marik would belike his brother though he doubted it.
"Hey, I saw you and my brother in Geography." Marik said.
"Saw what?" Bakura tried to feign innocence
"Oh, you know fine well, you and him making out." Marik responded.
"Aaaaannnnndddd...your point is?"
"Stay away from my brother if you know what's good for you."
"Yeah, like you can tell me what to do." Bakura scoffed.
"Well don't say I didn't warn you." It was then that Bakura noticed that Marik had been chewing bubblegum, but that was only because Marik blew a massive pink bubble in his face, then just before it popped loudly alerting the teacher of the misconduct, he sucked it back into his mouth.
The rest of the lesson was spent in an uncomfortable silence, as Mr Kaiba was the only teacher who was making the class actually do work on the first day.
I was hoping to do more but then it would just interfere with the next chapter I've planned, where it'll be from the Kiram's perspective then the next one will be the same day from Marik's hopefully it'll not be overkill, and hopefully it'll not end up being the same chapter about 3 times.
