When you fall in love… First you check out her face, then her legs, then probably her chest if you're a guy. Marik Ishtar tapped his pen against his desk as he stared down into the Domino High courtyard. There were two girls, likely freshmen, and Marik used them as guinea pigs to his thoughts. He didn't care for either of their faces. Their legs weren't amazingly toned or gave a hint at athletic abilities or anything. Marik's French lilac eyes drifted down to the two girls' chests. Marik had seen bigger breasts on men.
What else is there to it? He wondered as be twirled his pen around his fingers. By now the girls had looked up and met Marik's gaze and smiled and giggled and waved at him. Marik glanced to his right, thinking that perhaps a friend of theirs had walked up behind him but there was no one there, so he turned back to the window and flashed the girls a charming smile. Their giggles drifted all the way up to the second floor and penetrated the glass.
Marik's smile dropped and he went back to twirling his pencil. It's not just guys. Even girls are like that. He thought as he watched them gossip amongst themselves, occasionally sending another look his way. We don't understand things we can't see, like the heart of someone. The one those girls like isn't the real "me". The Egyptian paused in his twirling and gave a large yawn without even bothering to hide it. It's just an image of me they made on my good looks.
A sharp thwack to his head pulled Marik abruptly from his thoughts. "Shit!" He yelled, startling a couple of students a few desks from him. Raising a hand to his head, Marik turned in his chair to see just who had assaulted him. "Mai…" Marik muttered at his friend and rubbed the back of his head. "What the fuck? Why did you seriously just hit me?"
"You bet, sugar." Mai smirked and brought a hand up to flip back some of her hair. Byzantine eyes glittered mirthfully down at Marik and he couldn't help growling a little. Of course she would enjoy his pain. "I had to stop that totally lame yawning expression somehow. I don't care how much of a bishōnen you are, Marik. Any girl who saw that would have been totally turned off." The older girl crossed her arms under her bust. "I mean really. You need to pay more attention to your image. What would your girlfriend say if she saw that?"
The exotic teenager rolled his eyes and prodded at the lump forming where she hit him. "It doesn't matter what she thinks. She broke up with me yesterday." At the silence that greeted him, Marik sighed and untangled his fingers from his metallic gold hair. "She told me, 'Marik-senpai, you're not who I thought you were'." He shrugged his shoulders. "They all form these opinions of me on their own and when I don't live up to their expectations, they get all pissy."
"Well, you can't really blame them. The way you look and your personality are totally different. It's like you're tricking them." Mai said as she reached up to twirl a lock of hair around her finger. "The way you look when you wield a sword is very misleading. You look so strong and reserved. You completely embody the purpose of kendo when you step into the dojo. All these little princesses flock to you thinking you're this prince charming of their dreams." The glow in Mai's eyes brightened as Marik's expression turned sour.
"I guess there's no helping it then." Marik sighed, sometime he was noticing he was doing an awful lot lately, and leaned back in his chair. "Too bad there aren't more girls like you, Mai. I wouldn't have so much trouble if there were."
Mai brushed her hair back with a small laugh. "What, you want to go out with me, Marik?" She asked with a tilt of her head.
"Sure, why not?" Marik responded with even a second of hesitation. Mai Kujaku would make the perfect girlfriend by all of society's standards. Porcelain skin, high IQ, well dressed (if a little on the skimpy side), independent, and most importantly, Mai had the biggest set of knockers Marik had ever seen on a woman and they were real. He didn't know firsthand if the later was true, but Bakura had told him that they were, and quote, "one hundred percent all natural skin sacks filled with one hundred percent all natural fat."
Another sharp thwack dragged Marik out of his thoughts yet again. "I can't believe you! You've got some nerve answering so easily!"
"So is that a no?" Marik laughed and ducked to avoid a third swipe from Mai. She could definitely back herself up too. He added to the list of good qualities in his friend. While it was a little scary that a young woman would take karate and taekwondo, in Marik's opinion, it was also admirable and slightly a turn on.
"Hell no!" The upperclassman gave an indignant huff and narrowed her eyes at her junior. "You weren't serious to begin with!"
Marik only smiled and looked back out the window. "That's because you never know when you're gonna fall in love." Out of the corner of his eye he noted the look of surprise on Mai's face and smirked a little at it.
The two students remained quiet, both lost in their own thoughts, until a pizza flyer was slammed down on Marik's desk. "We should order pizza." Bakura told them and pointed at the pineapple pizza. "I want pineapple."
"I really shouldn't eat pizza…" Mai muttered while Marik looked at the toppings menu and pulled out his cell phone.
"Oh just order some fucking pizza, Kujaku. It'll go straight to your boobs anyway." Bakura said with a roll of his black coffee eyes. "But I don't really give a fuck as long as I get pineapples on my half of the pizza."
"Well, Mai?" Marik asked while he punched the number into phone and pressed it to his ear. "You have ten seconds."
"Oh fine. Just get me double cheese with spicy sausage." She said and Marik, with a slight face at the meat, dutifully ordered the three different toppings for their pizza.
Flipping his phone shut, Marik stretched and tried to tune out Bakura and Mai's bickering. It was hard, but as soon as he caught some of the gossip from some freshmen behind him, it became amazingly easy to ignore his two friends. The girls were talking about someone and sounded pretty worried about that someone, but Marik didn't catch the name and frowned. Who would have so many girls worked up?
Bakura snorted and brushed back some of his wild, bleach white hair from his pale face. "Sounds like that Yami hasn't shown up for classes yet today." The gruff young man said and propped his head up lazily with his fist.
"Yami?" Marik parroted and tilted his head back in thought. Why did that name so familiar. He thought back until a sudden memory from the dojo abruptly put a face to the name. "You mean that Mutou kid? Yami Mutou?" Well that explains the freshmen.
His best friend gave him a suspicious look. "How do you know him? You two close or something?"
Marik only blinked owlishly before laughing at Bakura's jealous tone. "Great Ra, no. I've just seen him around the dojo." He shrugged. "We've said hi to each other a few times, but we've never talked." The Egyptian glanced over towards the girls again. "What's the big deal about him anyway?"
"Today's Monday." Mai said, gaining the attention of both males. "Today's the only day he's available."
"Oh." Both men said but Bakura continued to elaborate after a moment of thought. "That's right He dates someone new every week and then breaks up with them. He's ruining all the women in school."
Now it was Mai's turn to snort. "Why do you care? You're gay-"
"Bi." Bakura interjected in annoyance.
"-And you have a boyfriend."
"I don't give a fuck! He's still ruining everyone and imagine if he gets into guys!"
"Oh I doubt it. He's totally a womanizer."
Marik rubbed at his temples. Is there no subject they can't turn into an argument? He wondered as he watched Bakura and Mai go at it again. What Bakura said though about Yami made him think. So he dates someone new every week? If Marik though back and tried to pull together the bits of gossip he's heard, he thought he could remember a few stories about Yami outside of the kendo club. They say he'll do whatever his partner for the week asks of him. I wonder why… Marik stood up and pocketed his phone. Either way, it's selfish.
"I'll go wait for the food." He said, ignoring Mai's squawking about being left alone with Bakura and Bakura telling him not to tip the delivery boy.
It was pleasantly quiet near the front gates and Marik sighed in relief as he plopped down next to the entrance. His thoughts slowly drifted back to Yami as he waited. What sort of guy is Yami? He wondered, his head tilted back slightly to gaze up at the clouds. Even though they were both in the kendo club, Marik rarely saw Yami there. He's probably just some pretty boy prick.
A bright red Porsche pulled up and Marik was startled into awe. What, what, what? The pizza delivery boy drove a Porsche? The thought was quickly wiped clean from his mind as tall, pale skinned boy with hair so wild that it rivaled even Bakura's. His uniform followed the dress code perfectly and Marik was slightly disappointed. The image he had of Yami in his head was so much more of a rule breaker, like him and Bakura, who always wore their shirts untucked and ties loose.
It was while Marik was checking the apparently infamous student that he noticed the petite brunette in the driver's seat. He tilted his head. Who is that? He wondered as she sped off, his hair whipping slightly from the speed she drove past him.
"Hey."
At a velvet smooth baritone voice, Marik looked up and was surprised to see that Yami was standing next to him. Marik hadn't even heard the other teenager approach. Ninja. "Hey." Marik replied. "So who was that girl? Your girlfriend this week?"
Yami stared down at his senior before laughing, his hand instinctively moving to cover his mouth, at the blunt and suddenly statement. "No, senpai, she's not." Yami lowered the hand but continued to smile. "What are you doing out here?"
Marik continued to stare at Yami for a moment before dropping his head back against the wall. He game a longsuffering sigh. "I'm waiting for the pizza to get here."
"Oh, I see." Yami shifted from foot to foot. "Well, I guess I-"
"So if she wasn't your girlfriend, does that mean no one has asked you out yet?" Marik asked and couldn't help but smirk at Yami's expression. He looks so surprised. Does no one ask him about this usually?
The tri-hair colored teenager adjusted his hold on his black and gold backpack. "No, no one has asked me out yet." He said, almost hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure where Marik was going with the conversation.
If Marik was to be honest, he wasn't sure where it was going either. His mouth had gotten a mind of its own. "So you'll date the first person who asks you out, regardless of whether or not they're your type?"
"Type?"
"Yeah, you know, type. You have to have a type you really like, right?" Marik asked and looked back up at Yami, who seemed to be deeply contemplating the question. Are you serious? He doesn't have a type? Bakura was going to have a field day when Marik told him about that. He could already see Bakura's pranks, starting with manwhore being spray painted across Yami's locker.
When he didn't receive a quick answer, Marik continued. "You know, like the calming type. Or someone who's really glamorous." Yami's face lit up suddenly and Marik was both curious and slight put off by the change. I wonder what he's decided for his-
"I like your face, senpai." Yami smiled handsomely and leaned more relaxed against the brick wall. "If that's what you mean by type."
Is that so? Marik's expression was unchanging, even at the compliment, as he studied Yami. That hadn't been what Marik was expecting for Yami's answer. I wonder then… Marik tapped his fingers against his knee as a thought suddenly occurred to him.
"Go out with me, Yami."
