Heya! I got a bit of a writer's block with my Inuyasha fic, and while I was brain storming for ideas this kind of popped up. There will be more chapters too. For the longest time I wanted to come up with a fic without an original character in it, so this is it. Ryou's sister Amane is alive in this fic, though.

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Warning: language and shonen-ai. Enjoi.

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Ryou ran as fast as his legs would carry him, his navy messenger bag swinging violently at his side. He was panting and whimpering. The bus stop was around the next corner. If he missed the bus he'd have to walk to school again. He had learned the hard way the walking was so not the way to travel, at least not to school.

Soon the bus was in his sight, the electric red letters that read 'Domino High' penetrating to his still half-asleep brain. A smile crept onto his face. It appeared he would make it on time after all!

The poor teen was rarely late for school, but for the past few days his younger sister had been on a trip with her friends. Amane was his alarm clock, and she always had been.

Ryou silently wondered how his precious sister was doing. They weren't stereotypical siblings at all, in fact they were best friends, and whenever Amane left for any amount of time it worried Ryou to no end.

His thoughts ended as he stepped into the bus and made his way to his usual seat in the very back. He and his sister were two of the first to board the bus every morning, so they basically got first pick of seats. Amane always insisted that they sit in the second to last seat. It had the word "Frizzapalooza" scribbled across it, and for some reason Amane always thought that was really funny. Ryou didn't understand it at all.

Girls were so weird…

Ryou suddenly gasped when he reached his seat. There were three teenage boys crammed into the seat, laughing about something.

The first had a cruel smirk, long spiky white hair, and brown eyes. Sun must have been his enemy; he was almost as pale as Ryou. He was wearing an outfit that was mostly normal, but his neck, wrists, and fingers were adorned with various pieces of jewelry.

The second boy was sitting in the white-haired boy's lap. Wispy blond locks framed bright lavender eyes and a mischievous smile. His clothing was tight-fitting and it showed quite a lot of his creamy mocha skin. He, too, wore jewelry.

Now, the third boy was the weirdest one. Ryou quietly mused that he must have played with electric sockets when he was younger; most of his blond locks stood straight up. His style seemed to be Gothic: black pants, black shirt, black boots… but gold bracelets and earrings… odd. He had even painted his nails black. His skin and eyes were the same color as the second boy's, but his pupils were dilated. Either he was on drugs, or he was completely insane… or both.

Ryou then gulped, suddenly having a terrible thought that this looked like some sort of wacko gang bang waiting to happen. Those boys had never been on the bus before!

As Ryou began to seat himself a few rows ahead of the boys, a hand came down on his shoulder. He whirled around, coming face to face with the second of the three.

"See, Bakura," the blonde yapped, "I told you this kid looked like you!"

The third shifted in the seat. "Come on, Malik, the kid doesn't even have the demonic bunny ears!"

It was at this perfectly bad time that Ryou decided to laugh… The white-haired boy stood up and walked to Ryou. "What, you think it's funny, princess? Eh?" Ryou whimpered, shaking his head vigorously.

"Oh, calm down, Bakura," the first blonde, Malik, said. "You must admit that he's cute."

"Maybe in a prissy little girl kind of way," Bakura replied. "Right, Marik?" He turned to theother blonde.

"Yeah, just like you," Marik teased.

"Ishtar, I won't hesitate to kill you just because we're on a bus!"

"Bring it on, ya bitchy pickpocket!"

"Oh I will!"

As their argument raged on, Ryou tried his best to slump down into his seat. Malik sighed, shaking his head slowly, then sat down beside Ryou. At that point Ryou just wanted to melt into the seat to get away.

"I'm Malik," the blonde said. "That's Marik and Bakura over there. They aren't morning people at all." He held his chin in his hand, his lavender eyes staring thoughtfully at the roof of the bus. "They're probably all horny and shit too, and that just makes them unbearable…"

"Oh…" Ryou squeaked, slightly frightened by the 'horny' part of that last sentence. Malik glanced his way and smiled.

"Marik is my brother," Malik said. "And I'm the sane one."

"Obviously," Ryou hummed, sending a look over to Bakura and Marik who were grappling in the bus seat behind him. He summoned up courage and said, "I'm Ryou."

"Ryou?" Malik inquired. "Hmm… Cool." He threw an arm around Ryou's shoulder, scaring the poor boy near to death. "I don't care what they say, you do resemble Bakura, demonic bunny ears or not. Maybe… a fluffy version of him!"

"Fluffy… heh…"

"You're pretty cute, too…" Malik whispered into Ryou's ear. Ryou blushed furiously then let out a small "eep" as the blonde's other arm slid around his waist. "Hey, let's play a little bit before we get to the school." As Malik spoke, his hand moved under Ryou's shirt.

"A-ah! No!" Ryou jerked away, blush spreading clear to his chest. "Wait… the school?"

"Yeah, some Domino High," Malik explained. "Me, Bakura, and Marik are transferring there today."

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Turns out Ryou will be going to school with the psychos. WAHA! Anyway, please review!