Codename Killer

Summary

A name is your title, who you are, and what you do. When people hear it, you think either good things, bad things, or just plain weirdness. Though what happens if you've got two names, and you didn't even know it? More importantly, who is this Zeke everyone is talking about? Or is it best Ryou keeps his mouth shut about it? But Bakura needs to know…

Ch. 1

One second. It takes that amount of time for change to commence. Oh, but how bitter sweet the change can be, and is. Ryou could not put up with it much longer, though. He hated everything about change.

Well, not everything.

It wasn't the difference in nature as the years past, or anything like that. Actually, he quite enjoyed this; a slow, simple flow, that allows space for a gradual change. That way, Ryou would not be bombarded with an iron ton worth of change.

And for the longest time, Ryou tried his best to avoid these sudden adjustments. Since he was young, the albino would always be one step ahead; studying the calendar of events, knowing how busy he'd be, and when he'd have time to spare. The boy became so good at knowing his and everyone else's lives, he began to predict how things would happen.

He'd awaken for school around 6:30 A.M., get dressed, comb his hair, eat a bit of cereal, and of to the bus stop it was. The ride to school was fifteen to twenty minutes, and every morning on Elk Street Ryou would spot Mrs. Benson walking her tannish wiener dog, chucky. He'd always wave hello and good-bye, not having anybody to talk to.

But that's ok, the student thought to himself. Ryou would just ease drop on the multiple convo's going on at once. That's how he knew things, all the latest gossip, who did what, how this happened. While he just sat there like a ghost. Silent and invisible. Though Ryou didn't mind; he preferred to be left all to his schedule.

Five busses parked behind Domino High, and at exactly 7:45 A.M. the doors would open and a swarm of teens would soon rummage through the hallways. Ryou would take the same flight of stairs to the second floor, traveling down to his locker.

And for every day, for 180 days a year, the boy never failed to stop and greet his first and best friend. Marik Ishtar was his name, a long haired dirty-blonde, with light lavender eyes that where always outlined in heavy mascara. He was highly tan, and seemed to be obsessed with the color purple, just a little too much. But that was fine with Ryou; he didn't care much.

Marik would always be un-packing his back pack when the paler boy came to say hi, and after a minute of simply talking, he'd move on to his own locker. The boy would arrive in home room around 7:53, and read either a thriller series, or maybe a romantic novel here and there, pretending all would go well.

Periods one, two, and three, Ryou did not mind. First was social studies, a subject most adored by the teen, and good grades where the result. Second was alright; but chemistry wasn't too compatible with his historic mind anyway. Though music was; third period is band practice, and the teen could maybe, in that forty-minute time frame, forget predicting how things would go down throughout the day.

It was probably the only time the boy didn't worry for the constantly ticking clock, especially with what the next two classes held.

Which was a hell of a game.

Hell of a time too, thought Ryou as he walked down the main hallway, goose bumps finding their way onto the boys flawless skin.

But it's not like anybody noticed, or cared too anyways. And Ryou learned to deal with that fact; it wasn't always like this, not in the beginning of the school year. The albino could talk to anyone he pleased without worrying about who cared, but then that pesky little thing called "change" happened, and since then, Ryou could only dream of the past and how much fun it all was.

Not anymore, though. Not ever again, would this boy not worry when he stepped foot into literature class, having his heart rate be a normal 76 beats per minute. Every day, Ryou would round the corner to the class room, expecting nothing but two things; rejection or exception.

And here it comes.

Ryou came into the brightly decorated room, seeing Marik Ishtar sitting at his desk and giggling about with Malik, another friend of the albinos. He walked up to the two boys, casually with a grin on his face, like he always did. Malik would greet Ryou with a hello, like he always did. Marik, however, could be different at times.

Rejection or exception, rejection or exception.

This was a question the white haired boy would ask in his head, waiting for a simple reply from the smaller of the tanned. "Hey, Ryou. How's your day so far?" Marik replied.

Ryou exhaled silently as the late bell had rung.

He would be friends another day. Thank goodness…

o.O.o

Oh, but that was only the beginning of the days worries for little Ryou Bakura. No, not about school work; he could much less care about that.

It was lunch time that always made the boys hairs stand on edge. This was also a hell of a game to get through, but somehow it usually went well.

Usually.

When Ryou would enter the already crowded cafeteria at around 12:03, he would spot Marik sitting at the table in the corner, where he always sits. Not that he sat alone. Actually, Marik sat with many people during lunch, like Yugi Muto, who always sat across from the blonde. Ryou would normally take a seat next to Marik, though sometimes Malik would find a way to take it before him. And he was fine when that would be the situation, and simply would sit next to Yugi.

It was all good.

Even when others would join the table, Ryou would find the human inside himself and say "Whatever makes you happy, I'm good with it."

It was the truth too. Ryou may hate change, but the slightest adjustment usually didn't bother him like a huge difference would.

But there was a difference. A difference that Ryou hated, hated so much that sometimes he wanted to cry about it. And every time, every single time, this person was brought up, Ryou would cry. In his imagination, at least.

"Hey, I wonder what's keeping Zeke so long to get here." Yugi piped with a smirk tugging at his lips. Marik smiled, as did Malik.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he's in lunch detention." Said the smaller blonde, having the other two boys laugh at the joke.

Ryou didn't laugh. He found nothing funny in their little "Codename" game. It made him sick, disgusted even, that his best of all friends would say something so mean. Especially when it was every day, in front of his face…

Ryou watched from the corner of his eye, seeing the last of his friends approach the table.

"Hey guys, what's up?" greeted the one and only, Bakura Touzokuou, who happily took the open seat next to Malik. Said person leaned away, ever so slightly.

Ryou's stomach dropped, once again, seeing that not one of them replied to the other. All of their faces went blank and serious as the three other males ate like they regularly would. But then when Bakura's face would meet Ryou's, the smaller would always send a grin his way, making sure Marik would not take notice.

Though, thankfully, the silence, than only dragged out for about two to three minutes, would end with a random whisper by Yugi, who obviously was addressing something about Zeke. Ryou always knew when the others chattered about this particular person. It was always in the form of a joke, too, a joke that always made Marik laugh till his face turned red, even if the joke was made by him.

Of course, this "Zeke" was not all that the table talked about. They are boys, and don't we all know how immature they can be.

They were a hysterical group, all six of them. Malik, Marik, and Yugi where always the ones who couldn't stop laughing. Especially Marik, who giggled at the slightest bit of humor. The taller of the tanned, Malik, with his highly spiked hair, had a perfect maniacal chuckle that light up the room. Yugi's was more silent, but still there in the jingle that was them.

Oh, but we can't forget about little Ryou. Yes, the albino does have a laugh inside of his quiet self, believe it or not. Actually, Ryou laughed typically every lunch period. Well, that was until Zeke rolled around.

o.O.o

It wasn't till after Bakura had left the table to go to the bathroom, had the gossip of Zeke picked up again.

"Oh dear Ra, I thought he'd never leave!" Yugi sighed in relief, cupping his forehead as he leant an elbow onto the table. All but Ryou laughed at the comment. "But like seriously, what a loner! All he does is sit there like a shadow," the same boy spoke again. Ryou almost grimaced at his friend, but held it in.

Like always.

"I think Zeke should just go die."

…Marik?

That's pretty much all that ran through the albino's mind, hearing such a terrible thing come from his number one buddy.

"Like, jump off a bridge or something,"

The three boys laughed. One remained sick in the stomach.

"Or a plane!" Yugi added in between a giggle.

"Goodbye! Have fun dancing with the devil!" Malik was the last to comment, having almost toppling over from the intense giggles that rang around the table.

All Ryou did was smile at the other boys, trying to find the humor. How can anyone find this funny? The smallest boy thought, still having the lie of grinning.

The suddenly, Bakura had comeback, sitting down without much of a word.

Silence was given in a replace for the current giggles.

Ryou smirked in his mind. They'll never really say it in front of his face… he said to himself, knowing that his friends wouldn't go that far into the game.

Ryou was wrong.

"Looks like our hopes weren't so good with Zeke, huh Marik?" Yugi commented, having Malik chuckle under his breath and the said boy laugh like it was the end of the world.

It was too much for the albino to take, though. He had had enough of this game, and "being" a part of it. But when would Ryou finally have had enough, to do something about it?

When Bakura laughed, just the slightest, and then asked, "Who's Zeke?"

Marik was suffocated with his laughter, and so were the two other males. The buffer albino just stared with a confused smile, shaking his head at the people he called friends. They were insane friends, but friends.

Ryou wanted to cry, wanted to just blurt everything out right there. But if he did, he'd have no friends left.

So the teen devised a plan, all in his head. He would tell Bakura all the rules, in private so maybe Marik and the others would never find out.

Ryou knew who Zeke was.

But Zeke didn't.


OD: Hey guys! Yesh, i am starting another fanfic...horray! xD Well, not for those of you who are readin broken...yea, i am sooo not giving up on that story, but i NEED a break from it for a litte, so i decided to start this to keep you all happy for a while... don't worry, i WILL finnish broken, but its just such a long story and i needed a break, and this popped into my head a few months ago, so... Enjoy+R&R!

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