I know its short but it should get better in time. The fourth chapter is already done just need to upload it. Hopefully soon. I really do hope you guys like my writing... I am known for people to hate what I write because of my grammar.
But all that aside
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, it belongs to a very lucky man named Kazuki Takahashi
Bakura's POV:
Junior year…That's great, another year filled with idiots. It's sad that everyone but my brother Ryou actually know me as…well as a blood-loving, psycho, killing maniac. I haven't even killed anyone, but I do enjoy blood. So, it's a week in and guess what? A new student named Marik Ishtar. Pfft, and he's never been to a public school before so he'll probably be really snobby and stuck up. Like this school needs another Tea.
Normal POV:
"Okay class, here's the new student. Be nice and don't ask him any questions that make him uncomfortable." Ms. Stand was always serious. If you broke one of her rules, you would be in some deep trouble.
" It's okay... I am Marik Ishtar, I moved here from Egypt." the new boy smiled.
"Nyehhh, so you're Egyptian?" the blond named Joey shouted out. He never knew what to keep in his head.
"Shut up, Mutt." Kaiba always called Joey by that name. But if you called Kaiba by his first name then he would make you 'disappear'.
"Nyehhhh, make me, Kaiba!"
"Oh, come on you guys, can't we all be friends?" Yugi wasn't the kind of person that liked fighting and he would try to stop people from yelling at each other but they never noticed him, 'cause he was so short.
"I rather die than get along with that mutt."
"Class, be quiet or it's detention for all that talks after this!"
"Nyeh..."
"Joey! That's detention!" Ms. Stand snapped.
"That's great, Mutt."
"Nyehhh, I didn't know ya cared, Kaiba."
"I don't!"
"Kaiba! That's detention for you too, and Joey it's double now. Okay class, let's get back to the lesson. Now Marik go sit by...Bakura!"
"What?" Bakura spat, angered by the very thought of someone like Marik sitting anywhere near him.
"Well, you are the only person without a seat partner."
"Fine..." Bakura hated the world, but he despised happy, preppy people even more.
The class went by very quickly, but stopped about every 10 minutes when Ms. Stand had to yell at the class clowns. As Bakura was walking out the classroom he felt some one bump into him.
"Oh Ra, I'm sorry!" he'd bumped into Marik, the last person he wanted to see.
"Whatever." Bakura growled, looking away from the blonde.
"My name is Marik." He held out his hand like he wanted Bakura's friendship.
"I don't care for friends."
"Don't think of me as a friend, just as a seat partner!"
"Let me rephrase that….I don't care about you, or your friendship." and Bakura then left, leaving Marik with a shocked look on his face.