Um, this is like the first time I'm writing a fanfic or anything like this, so please don't blame me if it's really bad. I started writing this in September on the 21st. So like a month ago. I've been too nervous to post it so I haven't. I've written a couple of chapters.

Also excuse my horrible naming skills! I had no idea what to call this fic, so if anyone can come up with a better name for it. That would be nice. I also suck at descriptions.

This is meant to be a thief-shipping fan fiction, but it also has death-shipping.

To make it clear as well-

Yami Bakura will just be called 'Bakura' in my story, and Hikari Bakura will be 'Ryou'.

Also Yami Marik will just be 'Mariku', while Hikari Marik will just be 'Marik'.

Mariku and Marik are twins, as well as Bakura and Ryou who are also twins.

This is an Au (Alternate universe) and doesn't include the sennen items and duel monsters.

By the way- This fan fiction contains swearing.

Disclaimer-I don't own yu-gi-oh or any of the characters.

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Chapter 1

An awkward meeting of sorts

"Um, excuse me," the white haired boy whispered weakly to his new classmate, trying to draw the courage to tap his shoulder. "I-I can't see over your hair," he added barely above a whisper, trying to peek out of the sides around the other boys sandy blond spiked up hair. 'Why did they chose to sit here?' he sighed

"Ugh!" The boy next to him rolled him eyes, "move porcupine!" Shoving at the seat in front of him, tipping it over before leaning back with a smirk on his face.

"Brother!" the white haired boy quickly retracted his hand from the boy in front of him to stare in horror at his smirking twin. "I'm so sorry!" he pleaded as the other boy stood up and started to glare in their direction. He could hear his inner most thoughts begging the teacher to return to the classroom.

"So was it the rabbit or the cat?!" the sandy haired boy gritted his teeth.

"I don't see either of those animals in the classroom," Bakura added smugly.

"I'm sorry!" the shyer of the twins protested quietly.

"So. Was it you than?" the other teen looked back in the direction on the quiet white haired teen quirking an eyebrow at the weaker looking twin.

"Um…" he fiddled nervously with one of his many white locks hanging out of his already falling out pigtail. The tan teen standing in front of him started to get impatient, he lifted the boy up by his collar.

"Was it you!" he asked a little angrier this time. The other white hair teen started rising from his seat ready to fight for his brother. Ryou was like a bully magnet and he hated violence, so Bakura usually had to do it behind his back, but he wasn't just going to let him insult him like that.

"N-no," Ryou wobbled, as the other teen tightened his grip on the other teens.

"Hey you! Asshole easter bunny!" he yelled almost gleefully, with a devious smirk turning to Bakura. Looking so much more like someone with more than just a few loose screws, getting all eyes on the back of the room.

"Asshole easter bunny huh? Than you must be the dumb ass porcupine who didn't know what he was getting into with this rabbit," Bakura smirked.

"Mariku!" The tanned teen next to Mariku stood up, throwing his brother a glare. Before his stare trailed over to the other teen, his hair was pure white spiked up. He had to admit he kind of did like like a rabbit with that hair, it was quite a brilliant comparison he had to admit. Those weird flaps his hair had did look like ears. Probably a cat more than a rabbit though, he didn't seem dangerous. He kind of looked cute. He sighed, for a moment Marik thought that nothing horrible was going to happen...Then Bakura's fist connected with his jaw in a blow that knocked him off balance and sent him flying into his desk. "Bloody hell!" Marik got up slowly, rubbing his jaw where the punch had hit, pain already flaring up in that area and beginning to swell.

Bakura was standing in front of him, he was outright smirking in an scarily similar way to his brother. Mariku however, had lost his grin and now he threw a punch at Bakura. The first two missed but the third one connected with his cheekbone and made him topple backwards. Bakura frowned, then chuckled softly and charged at Mariku.

Mariku dropped Ryou shoving him back into his seat shivering, as he proceeded to fight. Almost as soon as the first hit landed on its target, everyone had circled the two and were now chanting "fight!" and others were cheering every time a punch landed.

Marik stared around hopelessly still nursing his cheek lovingly, the teachers were bound to come running in sooner or later and break up the fight, both of them would get into trouble if they were found like this. Maybe if he stopped them before the teacher showed they might get into less trouble. Isis would kill them if they got in trouble on the first day. Marik quickly made up his mind squishing himself into the tight circle of children trying to find his way to the centre.

Both boys were throwing punches like crazy now, over half of them were missing. While the ones which hit started to bruise, but neither of them looked like they were prepared to stop anytime soon though. Sadly. He tried to wiggle his way in-between them before having to quickly duck back trying to avoid a head but from the white haired boy, before quickly stepping successfully between the two as they clutched their fore heads, Bakura practically hissing from the sharp pain. It didn't last though as more fist went flying, Marik quickly placed his hand on his brother's chest and caught the other boys fist. The other fist however, hit him square in the chest. Marik's breath left his lungs but he didn't loosen his hold on the other fist or allow Mariku to move.

"Marik, let go! I'm not done with him yet!" Mariku grumbled trying to lunge forward at the pale teen as his brother jumped in front of him.

"Enough Mariku!" He shouted. He dropped Bakura's fist and turned to glare at him as well. "You too." The white-haired teen's chocolate eyes widened for a moment like he was unused to being told off, but then his smirk returned to cover any surprise that may have been there a moment ago.

"You three, follow me! NOW!" the teacher finally came into the room to break up the fight, with them looking like this there was no way they weren't going to get into trouble.

Marik sighed, removing his hand of his brother chest and away from Bakura's lowering fist, "Miss we're fine," he smiled trying to avoid showing his bruised cheek bone. Praying to Ra that they didn't notice the visible bruises and scuffed up uniforms. "Just a little disagreement."

"It wasn't a suggestion, and everyone else back to your seats!" the teacher commanded, Marik's smiled fell, stopping the fight had done nothing, now he would also in trouble. The three boys walked slowly down the classroom to the waiting teacher, Mariku and Bakura glaring at each other any chance they got.

"M-miss?" Ryou spoke up suddenly, the teacher nodded for him to continue, "May I come to?" he asked shyly. She nodded as the other white haired teen raced down the class to catch up to his brother lovingly.

The five of them left the classroom silently, headed for the principle's office. Ryou keep trying to make sure Bakura was alright and apologising to the teacher over and over. Marik rolled his eyes glaring back at his slightly older twin, he could help but feel slightly responsible, Mariku had only hit the other teen after he had been hit.

The tension in the air was practically visible, this is not how he wanted the start of the year to go, he sighed neither of the other two boys had said a word and didn't dare look in the others direction. Marik sighed heavily as Ryou tried to get his brother to apologise as well, but it only deepened his scowl.

Marik decided to ignore the two white hair twins for a moment to glare in the direction of his own. Why did he always have to start a fight, well even if it was Bakura who threw the first punch. Mariku still was the one who provoked him, then again Bakura shoved him first. But that was only because Ryou couldn't see over Mariku's spiked up hair. Marik pondered whose fault it was. Looking confused towards the floor. Why was his brother so good a pissing people of? it was like his magic power.

"Wrong way, sunshine," Mariku chuckled grabbing Marik by the collar of his shirt and stopping him from almost walking straight into the brick wall.

"I wasn't going!" Marik protested insignificantly, "I was looking at something…" Mariku rolled his eyes as he continued to drag his little brother down the corridor. "I can walk myself!" Marik complained trying to break his brothers strong grip on his shirt.

"You may be able to walk by yourself, it's just more fun like this!" Mariku smirked grasping his brother under his arm.

"Hey! put me down!" Marik protested flailing around in his brother's arm, he stared hopelessly at the teacher surely she would notice. She wasn't even bothered to look back! Marik moaned, "bloody hell, Mariku! Put me down!" 'great now he's humming!' Marik thought angrily as his brother started to hum happily down the corridor.

"Ow!" Marik whined straightening up off the ground, "you didn't have to drop me!" Marik complained, rubbing his head trying to flatten his ruffled hair. He could hear a snicker in the background, "it's not funny! Mar-" Marik stopped, his brother wasn't the one snickering. He stared at the white hair teen, his smirk was huge as he watched the two brothers squabble. "It's not funny!" Marik pouted quickly catching up with the teacher.

They were lead the rest of the way in silence to the office, Marik sighed as he noticed his brothers wicked grin. Nothing good was going to come out of this, he could tell. They got suspended for three days. The usual. Marik pouted, this was unfair. He had been trying to break them up, now he was in trouble? because he got hit? Soon after the principle left to call their parents.

They sat in silence the only one to speak was Ryou who was constantly apologising for it. The teacher had told him to go back to class, so he had to quickly leave. The room went silent as he closed the door. Marik stared after him, he could get annoying being so polite, but he could see himself getting closer to the nice white haired twin. He twisted anxiously in his seat waiting for the teacher to return, he knew they would just send the three of them home. Mariku was also getting shifty giving Bakura a evil smirk.

"Don't you dare start!" Marik moaned, "Isis is going to kill us already! we don't we to top it off with more bruises!" Mariku didn't respond but he did stop staring at the other teen. The white hair teen still hadn't said a word, maybe he should say something? Apologise for his brothers actions? It was the white haired teen who had actually started the fight, but still…His brother had apologised. Ryou was it?

Huh? the door was opening the white haired teen walked back in, he looked so similar to his brother Marik had to double check that Bakura hadn't snuck out. No that was defiantly Ryou, his hair was neatly combed down unlike Bakura's shaggy spiked hair. "Bakura!" Ryou rushed over to his brother, "they told me to make sure you got home." Ryou ran over to his double. Than turned to the other two in the room, "I'm Ryou!" he smiled cheerfully, "I'm not sure if you already knew, and this is my brother Bakura!" he smiled politely.

"I'm Marik," Marik decided to respond to the white haired teen, "this is Mariku, my brother," pointing over his shoulder at the buff tanned teen sitting arms crossed pouting at the wall. "I'm sorry for any inconveniences," Marik smiled turning to nudge his brother.

"He started it," Mariku grumbled, "but if I didn't beat him enough the first time, by all means I can finish it. If he wants." Mariku grumbled but smirked at the same time. It was an odd sight, but Marik was quite use to it. Bakura was going to raise out of his seat, Marik had to stop this.

"Mariku! Enough! You fought, and got nothing except a suspension! Isis is already going to kill us for getting one on the first day! let alone if you start another fight right after the first one!" Marik glared at his brother practically pushing him back into his seat before sitting down quietly as well.

"Fine," Mariku pouted, turning to give a definite glare towards Bakura and Marik before facing the wall again.

"I'm still so sorry," Marik turned to Ryou. The principle came back into the office than. Marik stared at the principle hopefully, he hadn't heard what was happening. They didn't need to be in any more trouble than they were already. He informed them that he had called their sister and that she would be expecting them at the house. He told Ryou that he didn't need to take his brother home and that he could go back to class and Bakura could leave. The four of them left the office. Ryou and Marik said goodbye to each other and set off in different directions. Mariku trudged behind Marik as they left the building and headed around the back of the school where his motorcycle was parked.

He didn't dare park it where someone could scratch it, it had to be right at the back of the school in the car park that like nobody used. "I want to drive…" Mariku declared suddenly. He chuckled darkly at his brothers surprised expression, "N-no way!" Marik protested, "last time you nearly crashed my poor baby!"

"It was my first time," Mariku chuckled, "I'm a fast learner."

"No! we already got suspended. I don't Isis think Isis would really appreciate it if we added a traffic accident on top! Now shut up and get on the back of the bike! I'm driving! and that's final!" Marik pointed to the back of his bike. Mariku pouted childishly but clambered onto the back to the bike. Marik jumped on the front and kicked up the kick stand, before speeding off to the Ishtar house. He wasn't in a rush to go face Isis's fury but, it would only get worse the longer he took. Letting her sit and stew will only make it worse for them, which he wasn't keen to let happen. So he sped home as quickly as he could. Without breaking any further rules.

He pulled slowly into the driveway and safety placed his motorcycle in the garage. He hesitated in front of the door with his brother they gave each other a stare as he twisted the door open, it was dead silent. Not good, he was prepared for yelling and screaming. Not this, he looked at Mariku uncertainly. "Should we be scared?" Marik questioned out loud.

"You should be very afraid," Marik and Mariku jumped, they were practically glued together. Marik's hands gripped tightly onto Mariku's singlet, Mariku also gripping tightly onto Marik's top. He blinked. Probably stunned, not much could scare him.

"Bloody hell Isis! You could of killed us of fright!" Marik protested letting go of his brothers shirt, getting pushed away at the same time. He still felt slightly jumpy.

"What am I going to do to you," Isis sighed, "well I haven't come up with a good punishment yet, but for now just go to your rooms," Isis sighed pointing up the stairs.

Marik blinked at her, "are you going to yell…or scream…something?" Marik questioned as Mariku headed towards his room, wasn't his brother worried that she was taking this all too well?

"what use would yelling and throwing my arms in the air be?" Isis sighed, "it obviously hasn't worked in the past. Plus I don't really want you missing any more school," Marik guessed she was right, otherwise they wouldn't be here right now. He sighed shakily as he headed to his room, she still acted to calm about it all. It was kind of scarier than when she yelled.

Maybe he was overreacting? No, something was definitely wrong about how she acted. He slowly closed his door behind him and slammed his face into the pillow. Great he had three days of suspension to go and Isis was stressing him out on the first day.

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Bakura moaned as he watched the time tick by Ryou wasn't home from school yet and he was bored, he still had three days left. He heard the door click open, "Ryou!" Bakura shouted, "help!"

"Bakura!" Ryou shouted worriedly, "are you ok!"

"I'm dying!" Bakura yelled back, "come quick!"

"Don't move I'm coming!" Ryou rushed into the kitchen, "Bakura? You seem fine?"

"I'm bored, save me!" Bakura moaned rolling his eyes.

"D-don't scare-scare me like that!" Ryou stammered, "and it's your own fault, you didn't have to start a fight with the Ishtar's."

"I was getting the porcupine to move for you," Bakura rolled his eyes, "so it's technically your fault."

"I didn't really mind that much," Ryou fumbled with the hem of his shirt, "but I'm moving seats, will you move with me?" Ryou begged using his puppy dog eyes.

"F-ine," Bakura growled he hated when Ryou used those eyes, his brother seemed to be nervous about something though. Bakura noticed that when he mentioned Mariku his brother seemed to jump, maybe there was something about the Egyptian teen he was scare of? Bakura stared at his brother, no that wasn't it. "Do you like porcupine?" Bakura asked bluntly. He watched as his brother jumped, "never mind, it was a stupid questi-" Bakura was cut off suddenly.

"I think so," Ryou mumbled looking at the floor, Bakura stared at him with wide eyes. He didn't expect Ryou to say that, he didn't think Ryou expected that either, "I think I like him, like him." Ryou smiled shyly, he didn't know why he liked the other teen. Something about him made him excited, like opening presents on christmas. "Do you like him?"

Bakura practically choked with laughter, "no, all yours brother," Bakura chuckled.

"What about Marik-san?" Ryou asked uncertainly, he brother wasn't one to talk about emotions and all that type stuff.

Bakura stared at his brother, while it was true he hadn't actually spoken to the kid, he was still interested in him. He shrugged, "maybe I would like to know him." Bakura admitted, he could still remember the kid's face as the air left his lungs, the moment he hit him. He saw the kids purple eyes widen and the black markings underneath them, the kid was defiantly interesting and he had a lot of gold, around his neck, arms and heavy earrings. A good thief always knew what he wanted when he saw it, "yes."

Ryou's eyes widened to double their normal size, his brother never opened up. Than his smile widened as he grabbed his brother's arm, "brother I'm so happy! You and Marik-san will be perfect together!"

"I never said about us being together!" Bakura moaned, it was true he wanted the Egyptian. He really wanted him, "I want him to be my toy, nothing else."

Ryou sighed but chased it away before it could ruin the moment, "brother, if you want Marik-san to like you, you have to be nice," he advised, "no more fighting."

"Ryou…" Bakura whined, "what if I really want to."

Ryou glared at him, even when he glared he still looked cute, "Bakura, you don't want to lose Marik-san right?"

"I don't care, I'll share," Bakura chuckled, "the other person won't be around for long and stop calling him Marik-san."

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Well that was my first chapter.

Edit:I've been informed by someone that this chapter is extremely like someone else's story 'blood is thicker' by Black-Neko-Chan. That was never my intention! but I will try to fix this problem as soon as possible! I have read that story ages ago, so it was probably in the back of my mind when I wrote mine! I'm really sorry! I will try to fix this issue as soon as possible! I have exams on Monday, but I promise to fix this! ASAP!

I hoped you liked it, by the way this story may end up containing a lot of chapters. But I just wanted to let everyone know that my chapters will all be short. Only like 3,000 words each or 4,000 words. By the way sorry if I had to much random writing up the top, I just wanted to make sure I said everything I needed too. They probably wont be as long in the future, if anyone continues reading.

Thank-you for reading…