So this is a start of a story. I am nervous about writing stories, as I have to triple check everything, and sometimes I start one, only to end up not finishing it, because I get distracted or go off track. I hope it works out for me.
As well, character's in this story, have different personalities, so don't get mad at me if someone is not to your liking. So sorry.
I am going to say this is my disclaimer and I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Sitting there watching the young man play soccer is known as Bakura, a high school dropout. A boy with white hair and dark chocolate brown eyes is looking out on the playing field at a light blonde hair and violet eyed soccer player. Bakura could help but wish he was back in school, playing on the same field with him. There was something about this kid that aroused Bakura. He had never been attractive to the same sex, let alone been on a date or had a girlfriend. Ever since he got kicked out of school in grade 9, he never bothers to go back. Until the day he walked by the school and saw the young man playing soccer. He wanted to know his name, how old he was, where he lived, what he liked. But most of have him fall in love with Bakura.
Bakura stood there until the practice was over with, but was stopped by an old friend, Marik. "Hey, Bakura! How have you been? Haven't seen you in 2 years, is it?" Marik chuckled and smirked, coming right up to Bakura and slapped him on the back.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Bakura growled lowly in his words. After leaving two years ago, he was surprised that his old best friend noticed him and they acted like nothing changed.
"You know there is this party that's going on at a buddy of mines house to celebrate the win Last week. You interested in go?" Marik didn't move his hand from Bakura's back. "Maybe we could catch up over a few beers." His words were like a hiss in Bakura's ear.
"I don't know if I should. I've been sober for 3 days now from my last drinking binge." Bakura looked away from his friend and stared right back at the young boy with light blond hair. His smile was dreamy, his eyes were dreamy, even his body was dreamy. Bakura started to notice his pants were getting tight.
"Well, that didn't stop you from the last time we saw each other in grade 9. You came to class a drunken monkey, and were sober for a week then did it all over again. Come on a few beers won't hurt." Marik chuckled holding his gut with his other hand, while the other was gripping Bakura's shirt, remembering the stupidity of Bakura.
`Yeah, I guess' Bakura was reminded of why he was kicked out. "Sure, I'll come but is the whole soccer team going to be there by chance?" Bakura looked into his friend's navy blue eyes with a bit of violet sparkle to them with his dark chocolate brown eyes.
"Well, duh!" Marik dropped his hand from Bakura's shoulder and pointed out down at the field to a group of other soccer players, but didn't exactly show Bakura which one. "It's actually being held at the new kid on the teams' house." He could tell his old friend was cooking up a plan in his head, but let it slide. "You should come, maybe find yourself a pretty lady." Marik winked at Bakura, he knew Bakura stayed away from women and men, but Marik knew that Bakura never let anyone into his cold heart.
"Sure, but it that the new kid the one with the light blonde hair and bright violet eyes?" Bakura pointed towards the team, just as Marik had done, asking his question.
Marik just laughed darkly. Bakura knew from this reaction that he was right. `Well, now I'll be able to know where this kid lives.' Marik turned and patted Bakura on the back. Which made Bakura look back at Marik and he decided he would follow Marik at that point, crossing his arms in front of his chest. They headed into the direction of Marik's house.
On their way to Marik's house, the two boys stopped at the gas station to pick up a few thing, energy drinks and candy. Bakura and Marik used to go there all time and steal a bottle of pop and a bag of chips they would share. It really surprised Bakura how much they still had in common even though it's been so long. He and Marik never had anything in common except for a few things. But now it seem like they have everything in common except for money.
Bakura was always a rich kid, but never told anyone about it. Only Marik knew, and it stayed like that for a long time. It wasn't like Bakura was embarrassed about his money, he just wanted to make friends and be a rebel at the same time. The person who liked Bakura for himself was Marik, and ever since 5th grade until 9th grade they were friends. They almost became more than that, but both boys realized they weren't ready for that.
"So you still have that dog?" Marik looked at him as they walked out of the store. Marik seemed happier now then what he used to be. Something was different, but Marik was always crazy.
"No, he got put down 3 months ago, but he was 13 years old so I'm not really bothered by it." Bakura keep facing straight ahead. He really wasn't bothered by it, in fact he didn't care that the dog got putting down, due to the fact he attacked the mail man.
"Oh, I see. Do you still live at home?" Marik seemed to be prying into Bakura's life. Though, perhaps it was because they hadn't talking in a long time. Bakura wasn't going to ignore the only friend he had really. This guy had dirt on Bakura and he had dirt on Marik too, so no secrets were kept between them.
"No, not really. Only once a month do I spend a weekend there, parents are caught up in their work and my sister is too busy on her wedding plans."
"Oh, Amane is getting married. I never thought I would see that day. She always was on the go; bring home different men every week, from what I can remember." Marik chuckled and looked to where they were headed.
"Yeah," Bakura smirked at that thought. "I guess this guy really made her happy, only met him once. He's made of money. He's a doctor, I think."
"Oh, well, at least she'll have someone to give her money." Marik laughed, almost like a maniac. Bakura was one of few people who weren't really bothered by this tone of laugh that came from Marik's mouth.
"Yeah, money hogging bitch." Bakura laughed in his own way, nothing like Marik's laugh.
They started to walk up to Marik's place, it looked a bit run down since the last time Bakura seen it. They walked up to the door, Marik unlocked it and they enter inside. It was a mess, beer cans and bottles everywhere. Pizza and Chinese take-out were everywhere. If you looked close enough you could see little black flys flying around in the room. They took off their shoes and headed up stairs into Marik's room which was the cleanest place in the house.
"Wow, what happened here, your mom had kept this place clean and tidy," Bakura sat down on Marik's bed, kind of glad this room was clean, unlike the rest of the house.
"Well, she left and ran away with some guy. Dad left about a year ago so I basically live here on my own. Mom still helps with paying bills and stuff. But she lives half away around the world." Marik shrugged his shoulders, he was hurt by it, but he just brushed off.
"Oh, well, I won't bring that up again." Bakura rolled his eyes. Marik sure liked to hold back what he truly felt about it all.
"Oh, don't worry about it." Marik smirked and sat down beside Bakura on the bed, leaning back a bit. "I did have a roommate but he left about two months ago. I was thinking about putting someone else up to help with bills and stuff so my mom doesn't have to fully pay for everything."
"Yeah, I could see what you mean." Bakura laid down on the bed now staring up at the ceiling, with his arms behind his head. He let out a soft sight, remembering all the times here.
"Hey! Would you like to live here, I'll clean up and everything." Marik smirked with slight hope in his voice. He really didn't want to clean up, but he might try just to have someone around, rather then it being lonely.
"You know what, I will move in but, I'll hire some people to come in clean out everything maybe even fix up the outside too." Bakura smiled with excitement that he could live on his own with his old friend, if Marik would let him take over everything, to get this place in better shape.
"Yeah, sure" Marik spoke, not like that excitement in Bakura's voice. Bakura turned to look at Marik and thought he looked kind of cute with that face, but realized he was thinking about a guy again in the wrong way. Bakura shook his head and sat up.
"So when does this party start, man." Bakura was impatient and wanted to get a head start on drinking. He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted to, his body asked for it now.
"Well, if we order some pizza and eat it all, then we could head over there, if you want or else we'll just sit here doing nothing till 7 o'clock rolls around." Marik looked at the time on his alarm clock, which read 5:38pm.
"Find with me," Bakura pulled out his cell phone and started to order.
