This idea came from me thinking of what would happen if Malik went to my school. What would my teachers think of his clothes and that sort of thing. Then all of a sudden, it became an idea for a four chapter (at the very least) Citronshipping story. Even if you don't like this shipping, if you like Malik, you might think this story is funny/cute.

High school… It's the best years of a person's life, am I right? We all had our own unique experiences that made us better, more complex individuals, but I am for sure that mine were the best as compared to everyone else's on the planet. I'm sure there are doubts to what I just said, but I have proof that my disturbing, hateful, angsty high school years were better than everyone else's… My several examples are as follows:

Freshman Year:

The first day of my freshman year was like a dream come true. I had all the freedom that I never even had a shot at in middle school, I had new teachers, and I had a clean slate with all the new kids in my school. It was perfect, everything that I had ever wished for. Of course, I had worn my signature outfit that day, my short white hooded tank and black pants. No big deal, right? Yeah, well as soon as the principal saw where my shirt was cut off, I found myself in a bit of a mess… Let me explain.

"Hey, you! Hoodie!"

I really had no idea that the man was talking to me; there were several other kids in the hall wearing full hooded tanks, tees, and even sweatshirts. I kept walking toward my classroom when I heard, "You, with the sandy hair! Stop!"

I looked around the hall, realizing that I was the only one currently walking the corridors with "sandy" colored hair, so I stopped, sighed, and turned to face the angry-sounding man. Agh, the principal... "What have I done, sir?" I asked politely. "I was just heading to first period; I haven't even gotten a chance to cause trouble yet."

The man laughed slightly, but his face soon hardened back into his strict mask. "What is your name, sandy?" the principal inquired, his scowl scaring the crap out of little freshman me.

"M-my name is Malik, sir," I said weakly, wondering what I could have possibly done within my first five minutes in the building. "Could you please inform me of my misbehavior, sir? I'm not sure what I've done to upset you; I've not been in the school for ten minutes."

The principal reached into his pocket and pulled out a small green laminated card about the size of a paper hall pass and handed it to me. "Malik," he said in a weary tone. "Your outfit, specifically your top, is in violation of the school dress code. Our handbook expressly states that 'no shirts that show off underwear, excess cleavage, or midriff may be worn to school or school activities without prior consent of the principal.' I'd like for you to put this jacket on over your shirt for the rest of the day, and I never want to see you exposing so much of your body to our school again, at least until homecoming…"

"Yes, sir," I agreed respectfully, though on the inside, I thought of how craptastic this man was on so many levels. "I'll make sure not to inconvenience you in this way again."

"That's what I like to hear, Malik," the man said, finally smiling at me. "Now, I'll escort you to class."

By that point, I wanted to die… Roaming the halls with the principal on my first day in this school. Wonderful.

Later that day, during lunch, I realized that I didn't have any money, so I had to go sit with all the other kids who didn't eat lunch, even though I was freaking starving; I hadn't eaten breakfast that day so I could get to school on time. But yeah, the kids who didn't eat lunch… kinda freakish. Most of them were creepy or nerdy or just couldn't afford anything and… well, let's just say that they weren't my type at all. I tried to make conversation with a girl wearing all black – even her make-up and nail polish were black and/or extremely dark shades – because she seemed nearly like my kind of person… but she told me I was a 'damn rat with ugly hair,' so I turned away and sat in silence for the rest of lunch.

Near the end of the day, a group of seniors decided they wanted to harass me enough to make me leave the school for good. I was minding my own business, keeping to myself on my way back to my locker to gather my books before Isis came to pick me up, and all of a sudden, a small group of about five senior boys surrounded me in the hall.

"Where do you think you're going, little Malik?" the largest boy in the group growled in an almost teasing tone.

"I was on my way to my locker. May I ask why you and your goons are surrounding me?"

The pack laugh, sounding more like barking wolves than human beings. "Oh, it's not like we're here to hurt you or anything, scrawny kid," one snickered, sending a hard punch straight at my shoulder, sending me flying into the closed door of my locker.

"Dude, stop!" shouted one of my attackers. "The Thief King! He's coming this way! We can't be caught attacking a freshie in his territory…"

"Don't think you're going to get away so easily," growled the husky voice of what was possibly the only good part of my high school career. "This freshman and I have connections, fools. You really think I'd let you go after attacking another Egyptian? I don't think so."

After royally beating the bullies' asses, the 'Thief King' turned to me and smiled, offering his hand to help me up from the floor, as I still hadn't stood up after my encounter with the goon gang. "You must be Malik," he said kindly to me as he helped me pull myself back to my feet. "Your sister told me about you, and I've been waiting to see if you were as wonderful as she told me you were." He started laughing, a more pleasant sound than I ever expected from someone who looked like him.

"Thief King?" I questioned, laughing a bit myself at the thought of Isis bragging me up, "may I ask what your real name is? It's kind of weird calling you Thief King…"

"I'm Bakura," he explained, extending his hand in my direction once more, but this time in an offering of a handshake.

I took his hand. Such soft, warm skin… I knew from that instant that my high school years would brighten up, as long as this ultra-hot, super threatening junior remained in my life.

Thanks for reading the first chapter of High School Daze! Come back next time for more freshman year more mishap, more love, and possibly some cookies or something fun like that! ^_^