I don't own Yugioh! Sadly…

The first thing that registers when I slowly come into consciousness is the sunlight streaming through my eyelids. Damn it. Why do eyelids have to be so freaking thin? Why can't they just block out all the light, and leave me in peace?

I groan, and then realize: it's Wednesday. Damn it! I have school today. I would skip like I usually do when I don't feel like getting up, but the principal says that if I keep doing it, I'm suspended. So I have to get up. Ugh, damn rules of the modern education system.

I roll over to the edge of the bed and sit up. I can already feel that my long white hair is a rats nest. So I get up and go over to where I have my brush in my desk. Should be easy, a task without hindrance, right? NO. NOT AT ALL. I start walking, and when I'm about half way there, something yanks me back and I land on my butt. WTF? So I look back, and what do I see? There is a chain connecting my by the neck to my bed post. How did I not notice that before? And then it dawns on me. That bastard.

"MARIKU!" I bellow, because I know he's in the house and waiting to hear my reaction to his sick idea of a joke. "I AM SO NOT IN THE MOOD FOR THIS! I NEED TO GET TO SCHOOL DAMN IT!" This time there is a reaction. The bastard's low chuckle, right outside my door. I see the door knob turn, and he walks in, wearing that idiotic smirk that's permanently fixated on his face. I hate him so much.

"There a problem 'Kura?" he asks, an expression that I assume he means to be innocence on his face. Psh. As if.

"YES. You are my problem! You and you're sick ways of entertaining yourself! If you didn't pay a third of the rent, you'd be dead and buried in the back yard right now! Now unchain me, you psychopath!" I'm yelling, and trying to reach him so I can strangle that amused light right out of his pathetic, violet eyes. He's dead! I don't care if I have to pay half the rent instead of a third, I'm sick of him, damn it! Ryou never has to know, I'll tell him that he moved to another country! Hell qualifies as another country right? Right.

Mariku smirks again, tilting his head. "Sorry, no can do, 'Kura. You'll have to find your own way out."

So I bellow the next name that comes into my head. "RYOU! HELP ME!"

The bastard chuckles. CHUCKLES. As if all this is funny, which to him, it probably is. "Sorry, Bakura, Ryou already left. Actually, I'm gonna go now too. I don't want to be late," he smiles at me and gives me a farewell salute. I feel the urge to bite his hand right off. That's wipe that smirk off his face. Too bad I can't reach. And he turns, exit's the room, and closes the door. A few seconds later I hear the front door open and close, and then his car speeding away. DAMN IT. What do I do now?

I ponder this for a few seconds, and then I realize. My lock picking kit! My lock picking kit is under my bed! Yes, I have a lock picking kit. You got a problem with that? No? Good.

So I scramble back over to my bed, and reach under and up, feeling around for the little case I've stored down there. I pull it out and grin in triumph. Bet you didn't think of that, now did you, you blonde psychopathic asshole! It only takes me a few seconds to free myself, and then I'm scrambling to get dressed, yank a brush through my hair, etc.

When I rush downstairs and look at the clock, I see I'm not going to have enough time to eat breakfast. Damn it. So I run out the door at full speed, and I stay in full speed all the way to school, making it to homeroom just as the bell rings. I sigh in relief, and walk to sit next to the bastard that caused all this. As I sit, he smirks. "You made it. I'm impressed, man."

"Yeah, well, it's amazing what I can do when a fresh wave of rage hits me in the morning," I reply. My tone is full of venom, but I can't help but smile. You see, Mariku's been my best friend since third grade. What? What do you mean our relationship's not normal? Don't all best friends treat each other this way? Forget it.

Anyway, Mariku, Ryou and I all share a house to save on expenses and stuff. Mariku's been pining after Ryou for a while, but the kid's completely oblivious to his flirting. Sometimes he's just too innocent for his own good. Or, in this case, Mariku's good. Speaking of Mariku and his crushing on my twin, he's staring wistfully over at Ryou right now. It's kind of pathetic really. He's fallen hard, and Ryou has no idea.

I snap my fingers in front of Mariku's face and he jumps, blinking a bit and looking at me. "If you like him that much, you should just tell him, you know," I tell him. He makes a face and looks down, shaking his head.

"You don't understand, 'Kura. You've never been in love," It's at this point that I roll my eyes, but I let him continue. "He's perfection. And if I told him how I feel, and he doesn't feel the same, I would just die! Just because you lack all sense of attraction to any living being doesn't mean I do," he finishes, crossing his arms across his chest and staring off into the distance before his eyes go right back to Ryou. I really don't understand what's so fascinating about the back of twins head. But hey, whatever floats your boat. Whatever the hell that means. Seriously, whoever came up with that saying was on acid or something.

Anyway, I'm distracted from my VERY important thoughts of what type of drug the person who first said 'Whatever floats your boat' was on, when the teacher starts talking. I would ignore her, but her voice is really annoying so I can't really pretend she doesn't exist when she's making my ears bleed. So I'm kind of forced to listen to her.

"Alright, class. We have a new student today," she starts, and I perk up a little. Who knows, maybe this new student will actually be interesting and won't let themselves be assimilated by the Borg aka The Popular Crowd. Yes, I know Star Trek. The teacher continues to drone on in her ridiculously annoying voice, but now I'm really listening. "He has come here all the way from Egypt, so without further ado," Dear God, could she be any lamer? "please welcome Marik Ishtar. Marik, could come in now?"

I hear a strangely accented, "Whatever," and grin. I like this kid already. Let's hope it stays that way. And then he walks into the room. My eyes widened and it takes all my willpower to keep my draw from dropping. He's beautiful.

He has long blonde hair, and he's very tanned, expected given he's Egyptian. It's a strange combination, but it's perfect on him. His face is… angelic. Perfect. His eyes are a dark purple color, absolutely stunning. And they contain a glint of mischief that assures me, despite his looks, he's no angel. He's wearing a purple hooded top that cuts off above the belly button. Oh God, he's got a body to die for. Lean, but muscular. He has golden arm and forearm bands, as well as a gold neck band and gold earrings. He has loose fitting black pants, hugging his hips and billowing out slightly as they go down his legs. Long, slender legs. All in all, he's perfection. Oh man. I think I know what Mariku means, now.