Defiance

Summary: Bakura's father hates gays. Bakura's got a secret. He's gay. When he meets Marik, the dark and handsome figure, he begins to feel things for him that he had never felt for anyone before. The thing is both of them are both self destructive in their own ways. Bakura cuts and Marik uses drugs and they both drink until they are wasted and smoke a pack of cigarettes daily. Can the other help each other out and get past their self destructive ways, or will one loose all hope and result in death?

Inspiration: Most of this story was inspired by "Our Stupid Moonlit Romance" by UsuakariTOT but some came from stories by Hikikomori.

No POV

"You got an F on your report card?" Hiroshi yelled. Taking the card away from Bakura. He had something very important to tell his father, but he wondered if now was the best time. "Why do I even pay your school tuition(1) if you are going to flunk?!"

"Dad I have something important to tell you." Bakura said.

"Don't try to change the subject!" Hiroshi boomed. "Flunking in high school is almost as bad as being gay!"

"Um..." Bakura quickly closed his mouth. That was what he needed to tell his father. He was gay. Yup, as straight as the line from Japan to America. (A/N: Lol. That was for you Brendan. Not that your going to read this but whatever. )

"I dont care what you have to say about this pitiful report card. Why can't you be more like Ryou?"

Bakura looked away from his father to see his little brother Ryou peeking out from the door. Bakura growled softly and Ryou made an 'eep' sound and quickly closed the door.

The argument lasted for about another ten minutes. "Now what is it you needed to tell me?" His father growled.

"I...I'm gay." Bakura said. He closed his eyes, ready for his punishment.

"YOU'RE WHAT?!" Hiroshi yelled slapping his son on the face. "YOU CAN'T BE GAY! I REFUSE TO LET YOU BE GAY!"

He kept screaming out to his son. Telling him why it was bad to be gay and how it went against his whole being. All the while he whipped him with the belt he had taken off of his pants. This went on for about thirty minutes until Bakura collapsed from the beating. His father kicked him and spat in his face before retreating from the crime.

Bakura laid on the floor. He didn't cry. Crying was for weaklings. He refused to cry. Even when a tear fell from his eye, he denied it and brushed it off as blurred vision.

Ryou poked his head in to see his older brother laying on the floor. He had come with the first aid kit to help his brother. He gasped softly and ran to his side. He stroked his brothers arm and began putting alcoholic pads on Bakura and he growled softly.

"Must be nice being the favorite." He hissed.

"I-I'm not the favorite, Bakura." Ryou said softly.

He merely grunted in reply.

"Bakura? Do you hate me?" Ryou asked hesitantly.

"...No, Ryou. I don't hate you. I resent you a little for having the love and affection of our father but I could never hate you." Bakura replied. Once all his cuts were bandaged up, he rose. "Later, Ry."

"Wh-Where are you going?"

"No place for small kids like you."

Ryou huffed, "I'm only two years younger than you."

"Sixteen is still a kid. Later." He said again before going outside. He took a deep breath of the fresh air that surrounded him. He took the keys out from his pants pocket and got on his motorcycle. He sped off to the one place that made him feel good about himself.

Marik stumbled into his favorite bar. It was the worst day of every month. The day his mother got a hold of his report card. The day she would whip him for getting such terrible grades. The day she would rape him. Yup, it was the worst day of the month. And it happened every month. But it was also a good day today. Today his drug dealer got a new shipment of drugs and he just spent his monthly wages on his new drugs. A little bit of weed, a bit of coke, and the jackpot, the drug he always spent the most on. His ecstasy. The drug that helped him get through the day. The drug that would always give him his little 'kick' to complete the day.

When Marik entered the bar, there was another man sitting at the counter. He had a beer bottle in his hand and four empty bottles near him. Marik had never seen this man before. He was very striking. He had silvery hair that shone brightly. He was wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket that looked a little too small for his big frame. Marik sat next to this man with curiosity.

"Hello Marik" the bartender said. "This here is Bakura." He informed him indicating the man next to him.

"Hullo Bakura." Marik said. Bakura merely grunted and took a swig from his bottle.

"Damn. All out." Bakura hissed out. Then it was followed by a slur of curses.

Marik chuckled lightly at his bar companion. "Nice guy."

"What will it be, Marik?" The bartender asked.

"Well, it's report card day, Jiro. So I'll take whatever you have that's the strongest in that liquor cabinet of yours."

Jiro, the bartender, nodded lightly. "Damn report card day." Bakura growled, lighting a cigarette. He offered one to Marik.

"Thanks." Marik said, taking it and putting it in his mouth allowing Bakura to light if for him. He took a long drag from the cigarette. He sighed, "Ah that feels good. I can already feel my braincells dying. The reason I'm failing..."

"Yeah. The reason I'm beat everyday by my dad." Bakura agreed. "I'll take another beer, Jiro."

"I hear ya." Marik said taking another drag from his cigarette. Jiro placed down the two drinks on the counter.

Bakura then imitated his father."But you can't drop out of school cuz then--"

"Then you'll be a disgrace to your family." Marik chuckled. "Looks like our parents use the same line on us."

"Yup...We haven't been properly introduced. You know my name but I don't know yours. I'm Akefia Bakura, but I prefer to be called Bakura. I'm 18 years old and I hate my life and I always wear jackets whether its freezing or burning."

"Nice to meet you Akefia Bakura. I'm Marik Ishtar. I'm also 18 years old and I also hate my life. And I sometimes fantasize about killing my mother."

Bakura smiled at that before it disappeared again when he took out another cigarette and lit it.

"Why do you always wear a jacket?" Marik asked.

"Jackets are very useful to hid your arms from the world." Bakura grinned mysteriously. Marik instantly caught on. Bakura was a cutter.

"That's true enough." Marik replied.

They began talking for a long time. It was well past midnight when Bakura insisted on paying for their tabs. They both were insanely wasted and were holding the other up as they stumbled outside. "You got a ride, Marik?" Bakura asked taking out his keys.

"No." Came the drunken slur. Bakura grunted and got on his motorcycle. "Then it looks like I'm taking you home."

Marik sat behind Bakura without a complaint and hugged the other male when they sped off. "Give me the directions to your home."

"Turn left...right...left again...right...left...right...left again...this is it." Marik said and Bakura stopped in front of an apartment building. They both dismounted the bike and walked up to the building. "This was fun, Bakura. We should do this again sometime."

"Definitely." Bakura replied. Then they both stood there shifting their weight to the other foot. Then being as drunk as they were, Bakura leaned in to capture the lips of his bar companion. Marik kissed him back, his arms snaking around Bakura's neck. Bakura licked Marik's lip and Marik opened his mouth to let Bakura's curious tongue in. Their kiss was long and passion/lust filled. When Bakura finally broke away, they grinned. "Maybe tomorrow?" Marik asked cocking his head to the side.

"Yeah." Bakura said. He waved a final good-bye to Marik and sped off on his motorcycle.

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Japanese are very big into education. When you graduate from middle school you don't automatically advance to high school. You have to apply to different high schools just like you would if you were going to collage. Also, it isn't free to go to public schools. Public schools cost about 10,000 American dollars a year which is about 1,081,800 Yen.

A/N: Well I hope that was angsty enough for you. :) There will be a continuation just in case you were unsure of that. I just wanted to let you know that if you were reading Forgotten I've decided to discontinue it because I really didn't know where I was going with it. So this new story will be replacing it.