Title: Fucking Perfect

Yes! This story is inspired from Pink's song "Fucking Perfect"! :3 You will understand why soon…

Summary: Marik is the new student in Domino High. Bullied and made fun of constantly he makes the wrong decision. There he meets two kids that change his life and the very fearful leader of the most powerful gang in the territory. He discovers that there is so much more in life like friendship and even love. Thiefshipping! Yaoi!

I soo suck at summaries! Anyways… this is the first chapter of my new story. We have a long way to go so stick with me because we are gonna have lots of fun together!

I will put a lot of pairings in here so beware. The most aren't so popular but I like them! For example, the second most important couple here is wish-shipping (JounuchixYugi) :)

Malik is the yami so you know…:3

And yami Bakura us Bakura Akefia :3

I know this is how the king of thieves is called but… whatever

Without further ado…

Enjoy!

"7:30" I looked at the screen of my i-pod. The bus should be here any minute, now.

I stared to the blue clear sky, above me. The sun blinded me, making my tan skin feel hot. A feeling so irritating but oh-so nostalgic. Back to my home land the weather is always warm. How I miss my country. How I miss…

No, let's not get this far. Pretend that it was nothing. That the time heals the wounds. That the angst and sorrow will disappear.

You probably don't understand what I mean, right?

Let's say that I am one of those. The ones that return home with bruises all over their bodies. The ones that cry themselves to sleep. The ones that no one looks at on the street, your neighbour, a family member, someone you don't even know.

The ones that don't exist.

But the things became too much complicated for me to handle.

Out of my reach.

I couldn't help it.

From the sun-kissed Egypt, I ended up in the far away land of Japan. To begin a new life with my cousin Malik and our guardian, Odion.

I never got along with Malik. We are always fighting and say mean things to each other for no particular reason. I guess this is our way of communicating?

He has the same age as me, only a day older. A lot of people confuse us for being twins because of our similarities. He always gets so pissed off when this happens. It's kinda funny seeing him get all red from anger and then punching walls from frustration. I don't mind that much.

But now I am here and I have to deal with him every day. He is a part of my life.

My life… A life I never asked for and yet, it was given to me.

But I have a feeling that it will be the same, old routine.

Because when you are a nothing you always stay a nothing.

Because when life kicks you in the balls you take it like a man. You keep it all to yourself even if this breaks you.

Because you think that everything is going to be better, tomorrow.

A tomorrow that never comes.

A fake happiness you never face.

Miracles don't happen. I've learned that, the hard way.

The corn of the yellow bus that approaches interrupts my thoughts.

I take my school bag in hand as the doors of the vehicle open, in order for me to enter.

The old man on the driver's seat gives me a glare. He scratches his white, bushy moustache out of pure boredom.

"Get in, brat!" He hisses.

As I step into the bus, I hear yells and laughs.

The girls are gathered on the front seats, giggling and chatting carelessly.

I notice that the guys are on the end. I presume that they are all friends as they seem really close to each other. Talking and playing together. They have to be a gang as they are wearing the same dark leather jacket with a golden eye symbolism, right on the back.

I don't think that they are supposed to be dressed in anything else but their school's required uniform. The same I wear, which is a pair of blue pants, a matching jacket and a white blouse.

I never was the one to get his foot into other peoples' business, so I wasn't going to say anything or scold them.

I took a seat in the middle, so I wasn't mixed up with anyone. I looked out of the window. The song "accidentally in love" by Counting Crows started playing. I didn't even know I had this shit downloaded in here.

I feel like listening to something crappy so I leave it be.

I turn my attention back to the skylight.

And then I saw him.

His image reflected on the thick glass. White-silver hair, brown merciless pools, starring at my frame with a piercing gaze. His lips were curved up in a small smirk.

A chill run down my spine. Why did I suddenly feel so damn nervous? Why is he looking at me?

I feel my whole heating up. I am sure that I look like a frigging tomato, now.

What is this feeling?

I decided that it was best to shake it off and completely ignore it.

I pulled out my blog and started sketching. My hands were moving on their own and before I could realize it, I had drawn a fine picture of the boy with the snow-white hair.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I mumbled to myself. I hid the blog into the privacy of my bag, not wanting anyone to see the image and jump to the wrong conclusions.

The doors opened. We have arrived.

I waited till everyone was gone and then stepped out of the bright yellow vehicle, giving one last glance to the elder man inside.

The Domino High was a bad-rumored school. They say that all the kids there were into drugs and that there was a secret prostitution system going on.

The only thing I know for sure is that the place is split into social statuses.

On the very top, we have the members of gangs. Then we have the bitches that hang out with them and the athletes.

There are the ordinary kids.

Then we have the punks and emo teens and of course the nerds.

To the rock bottom we have the zeroes.

I think that I belong to the last category, don't you think?

My cousin informed me that there are two powerful gangs in the school.

The one with Akefia Bakura as the leader and the other with Zork.

Malik is a member of the first one and he claims that he is the best friend of their captain.

Whatever…

If you are wondering where the frig is my ass hole cousin and why didn't he come with me in my first day then you must know that he doesn't take the bus. He has this awesome motorcycle that rides to get here.

He also ordered me to pretend like I don't know him in school because I will, apparently, ruin his image. Something that is truly important to him.

I couldn't care less.

He never supported me and he never will.

I let a deep sight escape my throat.

Ok, back to being miserable again!

All the kids were outside in the yard. This is my chance to go and get my schedule without drawing any attention.

I walked quickly to the front entrance and as I suspected, very few people were inside. Relieved, I entered the building.

I was on my way to the office when I noticed two weird dudes approaching me.

"Are ya lost hon? May I show ya the way?" The brown haired one, chuckled giving me one of his hypothetically "seductive smiles".

"Leave me alone!" I whispered. I went to run but a strong hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"Dude, he's a fucking guy!" The brunette yelled surprised to his friend.

"And I was like ~where did the boobs go?~" The other laughed, spitting on my face in the process. It wasn't the first time someone thought I was a girl. It's one of the reasons I was made fun of. I was never bothered by my appearance and the way I look but I guess some people can't deal with my "almost too feminine" figure.

I felt a hand on my neck, stiffening its hold in a way I had trouble breathing.

I struggled to break free but I received a hard blow on the stomach.

I let out a pained groan. They started punching and kicking me with a malicious look on their eyes.

"Lower than scum! Couldn't you make it more obvious that you are a fucking gay-whore?" The brunette screamed furiously in my ear.

They started laughing at me. Pulling my hair. Hitting me in all places.

But I didn't cry. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me broken. Begging them to stop.

Back in Egypt I was bullied constantly. Hated by everyone.

I was used to such behavior.

The two teens, however, seemed displeased from the fact that I wasn't sobbing and squealing like a helpless bitch.

The brunette, who hit me the most of the two, grabbed me by the collar and pushed me on the hard wall.

"You think you are tough, don't you? I will break your pretty face you son-of-a-bitch!" He yelled irritated. He clenched his hand into a tight fist ready to give me a punch when a gentle voice interrupted him.

"Stop it! Don't hurt him!"

"What the…"

Hehehe! So what did ya think? X3

I have this friend that doesn't even know the characters of yugioh and yet he calls me Bitchy-Marik. It's my nickname that he addresses me with! I pretty much like it! :3 I call him kitty or kitty-bastard! XDD he doesn't like it! He says it isn't manly enough for his taste! XD I don't really care! X3

I hope you enjoyed!

Wait till the other one comes! :3

R&R