A Marik and Bakura story C: I've always loved this couple. I think it was the first yaoi couple I started liking too. Hopefully this won't die on me.

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"Anything interesting happen today, Marik?" A woman questioned softly. She had light blond hair that started out straight but as it met her shoulders that blond locks took on a wavy form. She was halfway turned in her chair to facing the computer on her desk and the tan boy that was sprawled out on her couch.

One arm was propped under his head to act as a pillow while the other rested on his stomach, "Of course not. Do you have to ask me that every time I come here?" He couldn't help but sneer as he glared at the ceiling. It was obvious he didn't want to be there, but it had become something he'd have to endure after his sister had set him up with a therapist a month ago.

Despite his rude tone the woman on the other side of the room only smiled with patience, "I'm only curious as to how your life is going. You and I both know that life throws many different things at you."

"Oh, I know." Marik scoffed, though in his mind he replaced 'life' with 'father'. His father was one of the reasons his sister had suggested these therapy sessions. He was a controlling bastard who only thought of his own son as something to take out his frustrations on. He never did anything to Ishizu or in front of her either, but whenever she wasn't home was when Marik tried to find somewhere else to be. His adoptive brother had it worse, but due to his father disowning him after Odion had attempted to defend Marik for something his older adoptive brother was now safe from his father's wrath. Oh if only Marik had been so lucky.

Crystal, that was the therapists name, didn't seem to catch on to Marik's hidden meaning in his last statement and continued on, "I hear you're starting at a new school tomorrow. Care to explain why?"

"Kicked out of the old one."

"For..?"

Marik heaved a heavy sigh, wishing the clock on the wall would hurry up and get to 6:30, "I got into a fight at the last school. They kicked me out since they were tired of me constantly causing trouble." He explained, a small smirk forming on his lips as he recalled beating the wimp's ass that had gotten on his bad side.

"Marik." The older woman sighed as she shook her head in disapproval, "You should know better. Care to tell me why you got into a fight?"

A scowl appeared on Marik's face as she took on that damned motherly tone that never failed to get on his last nerve, "Actually, I think I'll keep that to myself." He told her, sitting up. He looked over at the clock and was relieved to see that it now said 6:26. "Look, there's only four minutes left so I'm gone." He stood up, not waiting to see if she would be for or against him leaving. In all honesty he didn't care what she wanted, he was gone.

But no protest came from the blonde's lips, only a smile. "See you on Thursday, Marik."

Marik got home probably fifteen minutes after he had left the therapist. He quickly took notice of the absence of Ishizu's car and silently cursed to himself before he walked up to the door. Pushing it open, he figured he'd be fine if he just got to his room.

"Come here, boy."

Shit.

Sighing, Marik let the door shut behind him and ambled down the hallway, entering the living room where his father sat in 'his' chair. Marik had once made the mistake of sitting in it when he was younger and had learned quickly that he was not allowed to sit in that chair. "Yeah, dad..?"

His father stared at him out of the corner of his eye, "Why are you late getting home?"

"I had an appointment with the therapist today, remember?"

Before Marik knew it his father had picked up the empty glass bottle that had been on the table and threw it at him. Luckily he moved out of the way in time, but the bottle hit the wall and shattered, sending glass everywhere. Flinching, Marik reached up and touched his jaw, feeling blood drip on his fingers where some glass had most likely bounced from the wall and had gotten him.

"No child of mine needs a damn therapist! I told you that three weeks ago!"

His father raged on, but Marik was already up the stairs before he had a chance to deal with more of his father's rage. He closed his door behind him as soon as he reached his room, locking it and sitting down on his bed. He reached over and pulled his laptop out from under his bed, setting it before him and turned it on. After about 15 seconds of waiting his familiar bland background that was just a simple black color greeted him. Clicking the little icon that looked like a fox about to drown itself in a bowl of water the egyptian waited for it to load. Damn slow internet.

He only had to wait about ten seconds before his screen loaded and immediately he went to check his email. No new messages, aside from one that was from some college emailing him about how they would 'love to have someone with his grades'. He couldn't really take that too seriously when he was failing one class and on the verge of failing the other three.

It shouldn't surprise him that none of his old friends would attempt to keep contact with him. It was something that had happened time and time again when he had to switch schools, so he had grown used to it. Closing the laptop shut, Marik slid the gray and black object under his bed and stood up, walking over to his dresser and grabbing some clothes to change into after taking a shower.

Part of his mind told him to skip school tomorrow, but the other reasoned that there wasn't much to do. He had no friends to hang out with now and he sure as hell wasn't going to stay around the house. Slamming the drawers of his dresser shut, he decided he would just deal with school tomorrow and hopefully make some new skipping buddies or something of the like.

Yeah, tomorrow was going to suck.

Bakura wasn't in this, but he'll be in the next chapter. This was more of just an intro into Marik's life.

Anyway, review please! :3