Okey dokey, here we go. Rated for later chapters, yaoi! BoyxBoy ; you have been warned! Includes Thiefshipping and Deathshipping just for kicks! ^.^
A/N Marik is the yami, Malik is the Hikari; yes they each have their own bodies for entertainment purposes mkay? It's sad that I have to put that in but some people are jerks like that. So let's begin?
~ Bakura mindlessly twirled his hair around his finger, class was so boring today. The teacher was droning on and on forever.
"We're getting a transfer student today," The teacher interrupted her lecture. "I would like you all to welcome Malik Ishtar like the nice students you are," The last part was dripping with sarcasm, which made Bakura roll his eyes and glare at her when she looked at him. His thoughts of killing the teacher were instantly gone when as a young Egyptian walked in. He was wearing tight leather pants and a purple shirt that showed his tanned midriff, along with a mass of gold jewelry that accented his silky blonde hair. This was quite possibly the most beautiful boy- no, person he had ever seen! The way his skin glowed, it was perfect. His thoughts were cut short as the boy was suddenly in the desk next to him, staring back.
"Something interesting?" He questioned Bakura, raising an eyebrow.
Bakura was sort of taken back by this, completely confused at his question. "Nothing at all," he regained his composure and smirked.
"I'm Malik," He added, eyeing the other suspiciously. Man, look at that, he thought. His hair was so white, and his skin so pale. How could any boy glow like that? It was amazing, yet somewhat cold. Just like the feeling he gave off; cold. His stare seemed intent, yet aimed at no one, but when he looked at Malik, his eyes softened, and his gaze was almost warm. Almost.
"Yeah, the teacher mentioned that," He retorted. "I'm Bakura."
The rest of class didn't seem so long after he showed up; he was hypnotized by everything about him. Absolutely gorgeous. Several times he caught him staring but he always made a clever excuse.
Ryou was in the same boat, as his class received a transfer student as well. "This is Marik Ishtar," the teacher chimed. Ryou just stared. What an interesting looking person… His hair was a mess, but his clothes were tight, showing a muscular body. The small boy blushed, his heart started beating faster. This guy was hot. That's all there was to it. The new student ended up sitting a few seats away, and he tried not to stare at him. Inevitably, their eyes met, making Ryou blush again. He smiled weakly, and the Egyptian smirked. Not much contact was made after that, until after class.
The next time Ryou saw him, he was at his locker. He was walking by, admiring how tall he really was, so close yet so far from him. His tanned skin looked so touchable and soft. He contemplated starting a conversation, but the decision was made for him.
"I'm Marik," he smirked again.
"Ryou," he smiled, trying not to seem nervous. "So this is your first day?"
"Well yeah," he laughed. "Anyway, I couldn't help but notice you staring at me in class." He moved so Ryou had his back against the lockers, one hand by his head, his face mere centimeters away from the other's.
"What do you think you're doing?" Ryou blushed even more and attempted to slip away, only to be blocked by his other hand.
"Oh nothing really," he inched closer. "Here's a thought, maybe you can show me around after school?"
"S-sure," he stuttered. "We need to get to class right now."
"Of course," he sighed and dropped his arm, his smirking face hovering for a moment longer before pulling back and striding down the hall.
What just happened?
When school was finally over, Ryou breathed relief. This could be interesting…
He turned around after closing his locker, only to be face to face, or face to chest really, with the blonde of his dreams. "OH hi again!" he squeaked. This time, there was another boy with him, very similar yet different. His hair was silky, and he was significantly smaller. Then Bakura suddenly popped up by Ryou's side.
"Hey Ryou," He smiled at him then nodded to Malik with a smirk. Looking back at his hikari, he raised an eyebrow. "We going home now?"
"Actually, I was gonna show Marik around a bit since he's new in town,"
"I'll make sure he gets home safe," Marik smirked.
"Alright then," Bakura answered, turning to Malik, "Want to come with me then?"
"Alright!" Malik regretted his enthusiasm.
With that, they went their separate ways. Marik held Ryou around the waist all the way to his car. Ryou blushed under the stares of his class mates. When they got to Marik's car, he was reluctant to let go. He laughed as Ryou turned an even deeper shade of red if that was even possible. Bakura and Malik were much less forward. They got in Bakura's car and started talking. They were rather comfortable, like they had always been friends. Malik loved it, he was having fun, and as much as he hated to admit it, so was Bakura.
The rest of the day was great, they all had fun. Bakura got home before Ryou, even after dropping Malik off. I wonder what kind of fun he's having. He had to laugh, as if Ryou would do anything like that, with a stranger no less.
Though not long after him, Ryou walked through the door and threw his bag on the floor. "Hey," he yawned.
"Hey, did you have fun? That's an interesting looking guy."
"Yes I did, but to be fair, yours was too,"
"At least I don't have a hickey," Bakura teased. Ryou's hand instantly shot to his neck and he turned a deep shade of red.
"I- he- uh," he stuttered.
"Relax, it's ok." Bakura laughed. "Nice to know you're making a friend."
A friend? That's not quite what I would call him but he is pretty amazing. And unbelievable sexy. Ryou thought to himself.
This could be the start of 2 wonderful friendships….
~End chapter 1! R&R please!