A/N: Basically I have written this because there is not enough deathshipping on this site, and I have decided to do something about it hehe

Plus Ryou is so cute XD so I hope you all enjoy!

Just so you guys know, I refer to Yami Marik as Melvin ^.^

Name: Unexpected

Description: It was the start of another school year for Ryou, and he was less than looking forward to it. With no real friends apart from his brother, Bakura, this year seemed to be the same as the many others he had endured. Until something unexpected happened.

Rating: M to be safe.

Pairings: Ryou x Yami Marik (deathshipping)

Yami Bakura x Marik (thiefshipping)

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, if I did this kind of stuff would have happened…a lot..


The warm autumn sun shone through the cracks in the blinds signalling the days begin. It was the 4th of September, meaning the start of a new term at school - Ryou was less than looking forward to it.

Sighing, he slowly sat up in his bed, yawning and rubbing his eyes. Usually he was a morning person but today he just didn't have the energy. Crawling from his bed he made his way to the bathroom down the hall, only to discover it was locked, which surprised him. His brother was never up before him. Ever! How did he know it was his brother? Simple, his father was in Egypt again. It was rare for them to spend more than a month with their father, due to the fact he was away so much with work. His father's absence didn't bother him much, if anything it taught him to be independent.

Ryou leant against the wall and waited for Bakura to finish. He was just dosing off when his brother slammed the door open, missing Ryou's face by inches.

"What's wrong with you?" Ryou huffed crossing his arms.

"It should be a crime to be up this early!" Bakura grumbled. Ryou didn't bother responding but instead walked past his brother into the bathroom to get ready.

He kept his clothing simple with a blue and white stripped top, denim jeans and a light over coat. Ryou walked downstairs and sat across the table to his brother who was wearing a white tee-shirt with a black, open shirt on top and black trousers. Bakura still seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Come on 'Kura cheer up! The first day back is always the easiest don't worry!" Ryou chirped sending his brother a small smile. Bakura looked up at his brother and if looks could kill, Ryou would most certainly be dead.

"I will not bloody cheer up Ryou! Mornings are meant to be spent in bed, and afternoons are meant for terrorising the public. So stop being so happy its driving me crazy!" and with that Bakura grabbed his bag from the counter and walked out of the door.

Rolling his eyes at his overly dramatic brother, Ryou too left the house, and headed for the bus stop.


The air was much cooler than Ryou had thought it would be, clutching his coat tighter he made to catch up with the head of white hair in front of him.

"Bakura! Wait!" Ryou yelled quickening his pace; it seemed the boy didn't hear his brother's shouts. Either that or he was ignoring his brother, which seemed more than likely. Ryou saw Bakura stop a few feet ahead. Knowing he had reached the bus stop, Ryou hurried over to his brother. They stood and waited for the bus in silence. It bothered Ryou how him and his brother hardly ever talked to each other. Whenever they got into a proper conversation it was actually quite enjoyable, but seeing as his brother was almost always in an 'everything and everyone is pissing me off' sort of mood, they very rarely experienced a conversation that lasted for more than 3 sentences. Ryou actually wouldn't mind all that much, but Bakura was really his only friend. Sure he occasionally spoke with Yugi and his friends, but Ryou never really went anywhere with them. In all honesty, he felt quite self-conscious around them. They were always together, sharing inside jokes and laughing, whilst he sat there feeling out of place. This was one of the reasons he, and his brother ate alone at lunch. He wished he had a proper friend at school, someone he could talk to freely and who wouldn't judge what he had to say. Someone who he wouldn't feel self-conscious with and would accept his slightly girly tendencies. The likely hood of that happening though, was very slim.

He felt a slight poke in his left arm. Being taken out of his thoughts and back into reality, Ryou looked up and saw his brother standing with his arms folded.

"Well?" he snapped

"Well what?"

"Are you going to get on the bus or stand there all day?" the taller teen replied. Ryou looked slightly confused, before looking upwards and noticing the double decker bus pulled up in front of him. The driver had an impatient scowl on his face.

"Oh, yes." He hopped onto the bus, paying the driver and taking his usual seat at the front. Ryou was just getting comfy when something caught his attention.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" a gruff British voice sounded from behind him. Groaning, Ryou turned around to see Bakura, arms folded with a scowl, staring at another boy who had evidently sat in his seat. Ryou couldn't make out the boy's face but he could see his spiky blonde hair. He had a feeling this wasn't going to end well.

"Who wants to know?" came the voice, it was deep, almost as deep as his brother's.

"I'm Bakura, and that happens to be my seat."

"I don't see your name on it."

"Listen buddy, you don't want to get on the wrong side of me! It wouldn't end well for you"

The other boy started to get up and Ryou could see his appearance much clearer. He was slightly taller than Bakura, but not by much. He was wearing a tight black short sleeved shirt with cargo pants. His skin was tanned and his eyes were a dark shade of purple. His facial expression made him look insane, like he was enjoying messing with Bakura and didn't care what would happen if things turned out badly. It was almost as if he was hoping things would end badly. He let out a laugh that only proved him to be more mentally ill than Ryou first thought.

"Really now? You don't look that scary. Actually you look like a kitten." The other boy's eyes turned mad. It scared Ryou a little. Maybe Bakura had met his match?

Bakura's eyes widened before going back into fine slits. Ryou knew that look, Bakura was getting madder by the minute. He thought it was in his best interest to stop the fight when someone else stood up. The boy was almost identical to the other; except his hair was a lot calmer and his eyes were lighter. He wore a light purple top that revealed his midriff, black trousers and multiple pieces of gold jewellery. He walked over to the scene with a very calm expression, almost like this was an everyday occurrence. He began to speak to the other boy.

"Melvin," he sighed "Not on the first day, sister would not be pleased if you got suspended."

Melvin sat back down on the seat causing Bakura to growl. The boy who had managed to calm down the wild teen turned to face Bakura for the first time.

"Sorry about my brother he can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Can't you just sit somewhere else, for today at least?" Ryou was definitely not expecting Bakura's reaction. Knowing how his brother did not like to be told what to do, he thought he would refuse and start a fight with the identical boys but instead, he stared at the smaller boy before nodding and going to find an empty seat, the only one being next to Ryou. Moving his bag to let his brother sit down Ryou gave him a questioning look.

"What?" Bakura turned to Ryou who was still staring at his brother.

"Nothing it's just, I wasn't expecting you to do as you were told," he raised an eyebrow sceptically.

"Yeah well, there's no point in arguing, were almost at school anyway," Bakura snapped, quickly turning to look straight ahead, folding his arms. Ryou didn't bother replying and as usual, they sat in silence for the remainder of the journey.


Stepping off the bus, Ryou took a look at the building he was so familiar with. Walking through the large double doors he headed to his form to receive his time-table for the year.

Pushing the door open his form tutor greeted him. She was a hyper-active lady who wore bright colours and always had a smile on her face, today was no exception.

"Ryou, Did you have a good summer?!"

"Y-yes miss," it didn't matter how many times Ryou spoke to a teacher, no matter how friendly, he was always nervous.

"That's good! Well, here's your timetable!" Ryou nodded before sitting in his usual seat. He and Bakura weren't in the same form so he would have to wait to find out which lessons his brother had with him. Unfolding the piece of paper, he nervously looked at the lessons he had today.

"Art, History, Chemistry, Gym and Maths, not a bad day" he smiled to himself before folding his timetable up, and placing it in his bag.

His form tutor was at the front of the room talking animatedly to another student. Ryou hardly knew the people in his form and none of them bothered to talk to him. So he sat in silence, arms folded on the table resting his head. His thoughts wandered to the bus ride this morning. No one had ever challenged his brother, he had a bad reputation and unfortunate things happened to those who ticked him off. Very unfortunate, he shuddered at a particular memory in which a student had actually been put in a coma because of his brother's temper. Everyone steered clear of Bakura, never getting in his way in fear of ending up like one of his many hospitalised victims. Did this mean someone worse than his brother had started at this school? Ryou shuddered at the thought. He had the privilege of being brothers with the worst feared boy at school; his brother protected him instead of beating him. What would happen if Melvin used Ryou for a punching bag? If he was tougher than Bakura, he would be defenceless! No, he was thinking way too much into this. It was Melvin's first day after all, how could he know of Bakura's reputation? He couldn't.

The bell rang drawing Ryou out of his thoughts for the second time that day. Standing up from his desk he swiftly made his way to Art.


Bakura strode down the halls of his school with his usual scowl planted on his face. The younger students looked terrified as he marched past them, giving them an unnecessary glare as if to say all of his problems were their fault. To say the least, he was fuming. Who did that Melvin guy think he was? Coming onto his territory and acting like the boss! Growling to himself, he swung open the door to his form when something caught his attention. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he took a deep breath.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," his eyes fixed on a certain blonde haired male who was, yet again sat in his seat.

Said blonde looked up and smirked, "Well hello there kitty"

If it was possible, Bakura was even angrier than before. Managing to keep his voice relatively calm, Bakura spoke, "Get out of my seat Melvin."

"Oh I'm afraid I can't do that, you see I'm quite comfortable here. Plus the teacher said there was no seating chart, so my dear kitty I'm afraid you shall have to find another seat." Melvin looked up with a smug look on his face, flashing his sharp canines in a toothy grin.

Bakura was about to retaliate when the teacher interrupted.

"Bakura, will you sit down." His form tutor was a strict old man. He wore a suit that strained against his overgrown stomach and his grey hair was combed over. Reluctantly, Bakura slid in the chair next to Melvin as his form tutor handed him his timetable. Opening the folded piece of paper, he read the lessons he would have for the rest of the day.

"Maths, History, English, Gym and Biology, what a shitty day," he grumbled, before roughly shoving his time table into his bag. He leant back in his chair and waited for the bell signalling the start of first period. The sooner today was over, the better. Bakura had always hated school; he found it to be a pointless waste of his time, time he could be using to do much more, interesting activities. Half of the stuff they learned he would never use in his future so why bother in the first place? His brother was always nagging him to try his best and get good grades, but honestly Bakura didn't give a shit about how well he did. He knew he was smart, why should he need a piece of paper to tell him that? He had tried to explain this to Ryou, but he didn't pay any attention. Sure his brother was shy and quiet, but he could be a stubborn pain in the ass when he wanted to be.

Sighing, he leant back further in his chair, swinging his legs onto the table and closing his eyes. Finally, he could get some peace and quiet…or so he thought.

"Hey, Fuzz-head," Bakura tried to ignore the annoying voice that evidently belonged to Melvin, but he wasn't giving up.

"Fluff ball? Snow White? Snow ball?" the increasingly annoying, and not to mention girly, nicknames kept coming, but Bakura managed to ignore them, closing his eyes even tighter.

Suddenly, the room became silent. He didn't know whether to open his eye with apprehension or be relieved and go back to resting. Choosing the latter of the two, he relaxed back into his chair, content that he had shown the other who was in charge. Melvin had obviously figured out he was fighting a losing battle, and backed down. Bakura couldn't help the smug look that crept on to his face as he thought this, but it quickly disappeared.

"BAKURA!" Melvin screamed in his ear, shoving Bakura out of his chair in the process. He landed on the floor with a thump, the only sound being Melvin's maniacal laughter.

"What the fuck was that for?!" Bakura snapped, utterly annoyed with the obvious low intelligence Melvin had.

"Well, you were ignoring me, what else was I supposed to do? Anyway that's not the point, where's room 1?" Melvin said in such a casual tone, it only infuriated Bakura further.

Room 1...why did that sound so familiar? Thinking hard for a moment, Bakura finally realised, him and Melvin were in the same room. This was just the bloody icing on the cake! If the day kept up like this, Bakura was sure he would have a mental breakdown.

"Just follow me, but don't bother me," he snapped and started standing up, just as the bell rang.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Melvin growled back at the sudden demand.

"Listen, you psycho, if you want to find your goddamn room, follow me!" and with that Bakura stood up and left, not bothering to check whether Melvin was following or not.


A/N: Well, there it is! The first chapter! Sorry if anyone seems OOC! I'll try and update weekly, but with all the school work, and the fact I have the attention span of a goldfish there might be a few delays…but I am determined to finish this!

Special thanks to 'My Soundless Dream' for the artwork to go with this story! For anyone who's interested her name on deviant art is Mai717

Hope you enjoyed! XD