A/N: Look. I'm procrastinating those one shots, yet again. But here is a (For now) nice Tendershipping fic! I say for now, because I can't keep things happy for too long. You know that. So here you go. Ryou/Bakura nonsense, known as Find a Way. There's a song by SafetySuit. Listen to it! Sets the mood. It's not heavy or anything. Really soft. Nice.

Enjoy, my readers. Ryou's POV.

Chapter One: Morning Rushes, Secret Crushes

I screamed in frustration at my alarm clock that was blasting some unknown song at me before knocking it into the floor.

"How do you like it!?"

The alarm died with a machine like whine. Oops. I burrowed further into the blankets, groaning softly. Whose idea was it to get up at ungodly hours to learn? Night would have sufficed for me. I cracked open one eye. What time was it anyways?

One look at my cell told me.

"Oh, crap!" I cried. I threw myself from the bed and propelled myself across the room to my closet with astonishing speed. Two minutes later I was wearing clean clothing and ripping a brush through my shocking white hair as I flat-out sprinted to my kitchen.

"Food, food. I need food. Where are you, food?"

I was frantic. Time seemed like nothing. It was moving too fast.

"Don't you dare make me late!" I shouted at my microwave clock. I grabbed my bag and a granola bar before flying through my front door.

And straight into Marik.

"Jesus!" he cried. He stumbled back a few steps before regaining balance on my porch's railing. I stood for a moment, shocked into silence by the impact. Ow.

"Erm… Sorry?" I said. It came out more like a question. I doubt my brain was functioning properly. He smiled and jerked me forward by the straps of my backpack.

"If you didn't break so many of those lovely alarm clocks I buy you, maybe this wouldn't happen."

I blushed. I didn't mean to break them. They shouldn't scream at me.

"Sorry, sorry. Let's go. If Miss. Ghetto gives me another tardy slip, I might just be forced into unnecessary violence." (That is the name of the office secretary at my school. I swear. She might be Satan's incarnate. I'm still trying to figure it out.)

Marik gave an easy smile and threw his arm around me. "You and violence, Ry? Never have I heard of such a thing."

It was true. The thought of actually harming another made a pit open in my stomach.

"Come on, I think I could take you." I mumbled. Marik spun back to look at me, a mischievous smile already working across his perfect face.

"Let's go then, Cream Puff."

He dove at me, easily throwing me to the ground. I squirmed and cried out, fists lashing out at him randomly. He snickered and dodged every hit, eyes dancing in amusement. He leaned down, eyes laughing.

"Ry…."

My breath caught for a moment. He leaned closer to my ear and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Got you."

He flung himself off of me, hauling me up after. I made an annoyed sound and proceeded to brush off my behind. I looked at Marik out of the corner of my eye, a small frown in place. "You didn't have to get me dirty."

I heard him make a sound, somewhere between a "Mmmm" and a laugh. I stuck my tongue out at him before bolting down the street towards the school. Marik ran behind me, laughter spilling from both of our lips.

I slid into my seat approximately .5 seconds before the bell rang. My teacher eyed me with obvious distaste, but said nothing. She couldn't, not really.

"Mr. Bakura. So nice of you to finally join us."

For a split second I thought she was talking to me, until I noticed all eyes turned towards the back of the classroom. A few girls blushed and the guys immediately looked like someone had taken a pee in their Cheerios this morning.

"Oh my goodness." I heard Marik breathe. I turned so quickly my neck popped.

Oh my goodness didn't even begin to cover it.

"Sorry, Miss. I was held up this morning. Traffic."

The new boy shrugged as if to say 'What can you do?'

"Please, take an empty seat."

He slid into the only empty seat in the room, two desks up from mine. I felt my jaw come unhinged and tried in vain to stop my ogling. He was perfect.

White hair, so much like mine it was almost weird, cascaded down around his shoulders, but he didn't look girly in the slightest. His black tee hung to his torso and hinted at the muscle beneath. Hips flowed easily down into skin tight jeans, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Ryou. Stop." Marik hissed and smacked my arm. I jerked back to reality. When had we started going over the Iliad?

"Sorry." I breathed. Marik looked a bit put off about something, though I couldn't fathom what. I didn't remember saying anything to him. He just nodded and turned to glare at the white board.

"What is an epic, Mr. Ryou?"

I stared at the teacher dumbly for a moment before the question registered. "Ano… They were spoken stories, very rarely written before being told. They were stories of great heroes and gods. Each one told a story so large, it could never be true. People found them inspiring and entertaining. They would listen to the speaker until the story was done."

She looked slightly angered that I'd gotten it right. So I actually read last night, sue me.

My eyes were pulled from the teacher's pouting form to the new guy-Bakura's-smirking face. He winked at me before turning and I felt a deep blush stain my cheeks.

Who are you?

Marik cleared his throat loudly beside me, once again pulling my thoughts from Bakura. The rest of English lit passed in a hurry. I was eager to get out of the room, away from the new guy. He caused something in my stomach, like I wanted to embrace him and run from him. Something about him screamed danger.

"Alright, class. Don't forget to read! Quiz tomorrow!'

Collective groans rose from all students present as the bell rang. Marik caught me by the elbow, like always, and drug me from the room. Bakura swept past both of us at the door, smiling like he knew something no one else did.

"Gods, she's horrible." Marik complained, throwing his copy of the Iliad in his bag. I winced internally. Books were meant to be cherished, not thrown around everywhere.

"Isn't she? Oh, well. Only three weeks until we're free for at least two months."

Marik brightened considerably at that and skipped along beside me down the ramp in front of our school. There was a group of students gathered there, though it wasn't so unusual. Cluster fucks weren't uncommon.

What was unusual was that Bakura was in the center of it. Another guy stood beside him, someone I'd never seen. Something about the other was disturbing. His hair was an odd mixture of crimson, black, and blonde. His crimson eyes never missed anything, reflecting everything and showing nothing.

"Who is that?" Marik asked. I shook my head and ducked behind him when the strange man turned his gaze to me. He smiled softly and lifted his hand in a half wave. Bakura noticed and looked to me as well, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, Ryou."

I stopped dead in my tracks, unsure of how to respond. Bakura was talking to me? "Um, hey." I returned finally. Marik sighed impatiently at my side.

"Come here right quick. I want to introduce you to Yami!"

Marik just walked off, leaving me alone. Yami? It must have been the guy next to him. I walked over, working my way through their little group until I'd reached them. Bakura threw his arm around my shoulders forcing me to wince. Who the hell was this guy?

"Didn't I tell you, Yami? Easy on the eyes."

Yami made a humming noise and reached for my hand. He slowly brought it to his lips, brushing them against my pale skin ever so lightly. My heart thumped in my chest as a realized just how gorgeous this man truly was. Honestly, if told to choose between Bakura and Yami, I don't think I could've.

I felt another hand prying mine away. "Easy, Yami. I don't need to worry about competition."

Yami smiled softly. "What competition? I'm clearly superior."

Bakura staggered back, one hand over his heart. "Yami... You hurt me."

The shorter of the two lunged at Bakura, throwing playful punches. They fell to the ground, laughing and gasping for air. Bakura's shirt was ripped in the back, and I felt myself drool as it was removed completely. His abs were to die for!

"I'm going to be late..." I mumbled. Bakura caught my arm as I turned.

"Wanna catch dinner some time?"

Was he really already asking me out? My mouth went dry. Surely he wasn't serious. Yami's face held as much surprise as mine did. I didn't even know Bakura.

"Uhhhng..."

Thank the gods Marik chose that moment to make a reappearance. "Ryou. Let's go."

He jerked me away from Bakura and Yami, eyes lingering questioningly on Bakura's half-naked form. I shrugged and jogged to catch up with him.

"Saturday at seven, Ryou! I'll pick you up!"

Saturday. As in tomorrow? He didn't have my number.

But with the way Marik was hauling my ass away, I couldn't find it in me to argue.

I stumbled through my bedroom door and cried out. Several pieces of broken alarm clock were lodged in my foot.

"Fucking alarm clock! Now I'm going to kill you dead!" (I use that all the time. It wasn't a typo.)

I smashed it against the wall a few times before sighing. I shouldn't be so mean to technology. Maybe this was why my phone hated me. My stomach growled loudly and I sighed. I sometimes wondered how I managed to stay small.

I made my way into the kitchen, eyes falling over the fridge and then the pantry. Ramen or left over Chinese?

Why did I even have to think about that? I went straight for the left over Chinese. I'd just thrown it into the microwave when my phone buzzed.

"What's up?" I asked without even looking at the screen. No one but Marik, Yuugi, and Anzu ever called me. A low laugh was my answer.

"What are you wearing? Something sexy?" Bakura purred. I coughed up the Coke I'd so recently swallowed, spewing it everywhere and over myself.

"Right now? A coke."

There was a slight pause. "You're wearing...A Coke?"

Bakura's tone sounded somewhere between amused and disbelieving. I sighed and yanked a paper towel off the rack, furiously rubbing at what was sure to be a growing stain.

"It's your fault. How did you get my number?"

I heard music and voices, one of which I was sure was Yami's. Another voice resonated through the phone line and I cringed. Whoever it belonged to, had to be Satan. No way in hell did that voice belong to a real person.

"Mariku, if you don't get the fuck off me in the next- Okay, sorry. It was simple. I just asked Marik."

For some reason my stomach jumped. I didn't like the idea that Marik had just willingly given out my number. It didn't seem like him...

"He didn't look to happy. Say, do you think he has a problem with me?"

Bakura didn't sound remotely interested in the answer. He sounded amused.

"I... Don't know?"

Bakura hummed and spoke. "So, are we on for Saturday night?"

I cursed as I burnt my finger on some rice. "Uh... I don't go out with strangers..."

Bakura laughed lowly again. "I do. See you at Seven, Ry. Make sure to look pretty."

My breath caught. Pretty? I wasn't a girl. "You don't know where I live."

For some reason, my mind was screaming not be left alone with this guy.

"Got your address from Marik, too. See you at seven!"

The line went dead. Marik had given him my address?

He would so have hell to pay if I lived through this. Bakura oozed danger and rebellion. Partly, it excited me.

But it also terrified me.

A/N: Eh? EHHHH? Lots more shit to come of this. Believe me, it'll be good. So, any suggestions where Bakura and Ryou should go out on their little date? I'd love to hear your ideas. Since it is Baku, is needs to be out there! Review, please(:

Blessed be, until we merry meet again.

~Nightingale.