A/U: Chapter 1! Please enjoy, I hope the characters aren't too terribly OOC.
Warning: Foul language
Disclaimer: Do not own!
Marik parked his motorcycle outside of Applebee's. He glared at the scorch marks all over it, cursing every last god he could think of.
Why had it all gone wrong? He wasn't supposed to be on the run. If only Rishid hadn't fucked everything up!
Thinking of his adopted brother brought on a new onslaught of curses. He was dead. That much was certain. The last Marik had seen of his brother he had been carrying a heavily bleeding Ishizu as he tried to escape the burning building. But Marik's rival, a man only known as "The Pharaoh," hadn't finished with his enemy drug lord yet. Oh no.
Marik gritted his teeth and kicked the wheel on his motorcycle as it played in his mind again and again.
His own terrified heart trying to explode from his chest as his breath came in great sobbing heaves while he ran.
His sister Ishizu smiling at him for a moment before the gunshots rang out and her white dress turning instantly red as she slumped in her chair.
And Rishid… Fuck that man! Marik kicked his motorcycle again. Instead of allowing his little brother become as evil and corrupted as "The Pharaoh," he had betrayed Marik and told his arch-enemy where to find him. Rishid had always been the honorable one; always doing the right thing, always trying to steer Marik onto a better path. He had even sacrificed his life trying to save the already dead Ishizu.
Marik gave the once red motorcycle one last good kick, ignoring the pain in his foot. He stomped toward the crappy restaurant. When he entered, the nearly empty interior was a welcome sight. Granted it was 11:35 and it closed at midnight, but he was still relieved that hardly anyone was there.
"Hi, welcome to Applebee's!" chirped a short curly haired redhead, "Just one?"
"Do I look like a party of twenty?" he shot back.
The girl laughed and led him to a wonderfully secluded booth. "Here's your menu, sir, I'm Stacy and I'll be your server tonight, would you like anything to drink?" she asked with as few pauses as she could manage.
"Hi Stacy, I'm Marik, I almost got blown up today, what do you suggest?" said Marik in the most scathing tone he could muster.
Stacy pursed her lips and thought for a moment. 'Damn this girl is good,' thought the tanned Egyptian as he watched her through pissed off eyes. It was like she got asked that every night.
"Well, I think you might be in need of a Long Island. Sound good?"
Long Island iced tea, eh? Fuck, that sounded really good right now. "Sounds good," confirmed Marik as he gave Stacy a winning smile that made her blush.
As soon as Stacy was gone, Marik began perusing the menu, his temper cooling slightly with the future prospect of alcohol. He sighed as he debated between the Cajun Shrimp Pasta or a Fire Pit Bacon Burger.
At some point Stacy must have brought another customer over, because when Marik looked up to smile at the appearance his Long Island, a ghostly looking man with a shock of white hair sat in the booth after his.
'And I thought my hairstyle was unique,' thought Marik as he studied the man's artistic white locks. Marik began fiddling with one of his golden earrings as he continued to stare at the man, the gold between his fingers and the alcohol he was sipping easing his tension.
White Hair looked up with a harsh but flirty smirk directed at Marik. "See something you like?" his eyes clearly asked. Marik felt himself flush. He felt like a stupid teenager caught staring at their crush from across the room. White Hair's widening smirk told him that was exactly what he looked like too.
He could have sworn the man had red eyes.
"Ready to order?" Stacy asked in that obscenely cheerful tone.
"Uh...Cajun Shrimp Pasta," said Marik distractedly.
Stacy turned to White Hair. "How 'bout you, Bakura? The usual?"
"Bakura" nodded. "New York Strip, rare enough a good vet could bring it back to life," he said, that same flirty yet harsh smirk on his face. It was really rather sexy…
Stacy wandered off and Marik found it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes off "Bakura." The man looked at him from under his spiky bangs with half lidded eyes and a smug little smile.
Marik didn't want to admit it, but it was quite possibly the most seductive thing he had ever seen.
They were served at the same time, their orders coming out in under twenty-five minutes, which made Marik ecstatic and Bakura mildly enthused. Stacy poured Bakura a glass of some type of red wine then finally left them alone.
Before Marik could lift his fork, however, Bakura raised his wine glass to him. "To eating alone," he said with something between a sad smile and that damn sexy smirk twitching his lips.
Marik raised his Long Island. "To eating alone," he said.
They tilted their glasses as if to clink them together then each took a sip from their respective drinks. Bakura picked up his plate and carried it over to Marik's booth. He sat across from the blond Egyptian. "You know my name, but I don't know yours," he said matter-of-factly as he began cutting his steak.
"My name is Marik," said Marik automatically.
Bakura raised his wine glass again, that stupid, infuriating, bewitching smirk on his face. "So tell me, Marik, see something you like?"
A/N: Well, if anyone's reading this, what did you think? Next chapter should be up within the next week.