Life for rent

Chapter 1 Broken glass

Maru (me): hey everyone! I just wrote this in class bored because in math we just had a quiz and I had 60 minutes to kill so I starting writing. Doesn't worry about the other stories, I now have time to update them!

Um… in other fanfics I don't know the difference between Marik and his alter ego so if I get this wrong, I apologize

Marik-Hikari Malik-Yami

As they say…on wit da fic!

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..:Ryou's P.o.V:..

It was the start of the weekend and I was hurriedly walking home to see my love, 'Kura. I promised him that I would cook him a wonderful dinner and I was just coming back from the store with my ingredients, including a bottle of campaign.

I jumped the steps of the apartment stairs and stood at the door. I took a deep breath and grabbed the doorknob. The excitement was too much; I burst into the living room.

"'Kura!"

When I didn't see him right away, I figured that he was in "our" room taking a nap. I ran down the hall and crouched down a bit, preparing to pounce, but I heard something.

At first I couldn't hear much, but when I put my ear closer to the door, I heard bits of grunting and gasping.

Something's wrong!

I opened the door slowly and let it swing on its own. My eyes widened in shock. Malik was on top of Bakura. Bottle of beer and cigarettes were on the bedside table. Malik had Bakura locked into a kiss, running his hands up and down my yami's body. Bakura's hands ran through the Egyptian's hair, both of them oblivious to my presence.

The bag dropped from my grasps and fell to the floor. The bottle of campaign shattered, spilling all around my feet. Bakura's head shot up and looked in my direction. Tears dripped from my eyes and mixed in with campaign.

"Ryou!"

I turned and ran back down the hall towards the door. I heard the crash of Bakura pushing Malik off the bed and his swearing of stepping on the campaign's broken glass.

I ran down the stairs and turned into the street. It suddenly got dark and rain was pouring from the skies. Looking over my shoulder, Bakura just stepped out the door and was looking around.

He spotted me.

I know for a fact that Bakura can run faster than me, but now that he was stoned it should slow him down. I turned corner after corner in a maze of alleys. The rain started to come down harder. I saw an apartment ahead and took shelter under its front steps.

After a few minutes, Bakura didn't show. I got out from under the steps

"Oh."

A voice came from behind me.

"Looks like I've got a visitor."

I spinned around and looked up at a shadowed figure. His voice sounded so much like Bakura. Lighting flashed and revealed a man with short spiky, white hair. Three scars; two slashed horizontal and overlapped one vertical on his left cheek He had a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth.

..:Normal P.o.V:..

Ryou stepped back in surprise. The man chuckled and open his front door, reaching in to pull out a blanket. Ryou quickly looked around. Still Bakura didn't show.

"Well, what are you waiting for? You're going to catch cold."

Ryou cautiously walked up the steps and the scarred man wrapped the blanket on his shoulders, and then led him into the apartment. The man walked into the kitchen. Ryou stood in the living room, looking around. It was small, yet homely. A couch cover with a deep red veil bordered by two white stripes. A stand stood against the wall, containing a couple rows of books and set on the open shelves were some statues of different sizes.

He crossed the room and sat on the couch staring at the floor reflecting on the event that had occurred an hour before. The man came back handed him a cup of hot chocolate.

"What's your story?"

Ryou looked up at the man. His eyes were a purplish blue, a wise color. Ryou let his chocolate eyes wander back to the floor.

"My l-Brother chased me out of the house."

"Is that so? A fight?" the man asked as a matter of fact.

"yeah," Ryou sipped his hot chocolate.

"are your parents' home?"

..:Ryou's P.o.V:...

"no, my mom's dead and my father is never around."

I started to get nervous with the questions this man was asking me. What if was a police officer? I glanced at his scar.

"Hmm…maybe I should have a talk with this brother of yours, he said getting up.

I got up and grabbed his wrist. He looked back and I let go, blushing at the floor.

"Please don't…I don't want to cause anymore trouble, pleeease?"

He gave me a questioning look, but dropped it. He chuckled and patted my head.

"What's your name?"

"Ryou."

He nodded.

"My name is Tozukuoh, he said, looking at me, "I'll let you stay for a day or two, but after that you'll have to go back."

"ok."

I smiled, thanking him.

But…I don't think I'll ever want to go back.

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I hope that is ok and no one was offended. R&R please