Me: Hello I'm happy to present to you my first ever Yu-Gi-Oh fanfiction. ^^
Marik: *groans* oh no not another fanfiction writer.
Yugi: *gasps* YAMI! I don't wanna be uke! Save me!
Me: WHAT! How could you even think that my little tri-coloured gamer. *glomps* I'd never put you as a uke... *under breath* Not in my first fanfiction anyway.
Yugi: wh...what!
Yami: Oi give me back my hikari. And keep your hands to yourself you vile snake.
Me: possessive much... Someone just do the damn disclaimer.
Malik: Hi guys
Ryo: What's going on?
Others: Fanfiction!
Malik: oh, can I do the disclaimer... Sakata_Bluemoon doesn't own the Yu-Gi-Oh series or its characters, they belo-
Marik: So what are we bloody doing here, screw this fanfiction I'm outta here... COME MALIK!
Me: Marik you get back here right now or... or... or I make Yugi the seme and you the uke! and I WILL NOT HOLD BACK THE YOAI-NESS!
Marik: Make me bitch *chucks laptop at head* DIE!
Me: Hey watch it! You break it, ya pay for it Blondie!
Ryo: I think we should just get on with the fanfiction... Before someone kills someone...
Piercing sunlight shone down on the Earth, attempting to enter through a thick curtain of mottled black and grey. A shrill alarm from the tiny mobile woke a sleeping figure, languidly a lengthy arm untangled itself from under the mass of twisted blankets, quilts and sheets to grab the buzzing machine; groaning at the tiny screen it withdrew back and began helping the rest of the body out from under the warmth of the pile. With a disgruntled sigh tan fingers guided a sluggish body from the bed towards the desired location of the crummy apartment bathroom, avoiding the leak from upstairs and the crack in the floor tiles that sliced open your foot. The lengthy fingers curled around a rusted knob and a bronze shoulder thumped against the door to unstick it. Traveling lazily from the knob up to the small stained cream cupboard it pulled out a fluffy pea green towel, setting it on the cracked basin before curling round the hot water handle and turning it on high. Hot water shot out of the rusted shower head and into the stained yellow bathtub below. With a slight hiss a tanned figure slipped out of their baggy cream pajama pants and into the steaming water.
'We're going to be late if you don't move your sleepy ass.' Marik sighed, running fingers through strangely pointed blonde hair.
'Fine, just let me finish my shower.' He growled at his hikari, swiping the water from his eyes and leaning back against the wall. 'Remind me again why I agreed to allow you to go to school?' Marik asked his hikari sounding as bored as usual, his shower already ruined by the reminder of the hell he was being forced to attend.
'Because it is a requirement of all minors to acquire some sort of education, as well as them having a legal guardian that is at least aged nineteen plus. And because you refused to bring any other human being into our lives it was agreed that attending school would make us look the most normal.' Malik concluded as Marik dragged the shared body out of his steamy wonderland, to in front of the foggy mirror.
"Right..." the yami ground out, shaking the water from his hair - like a dog after a bath. "I tried to forget that." he felt Malik smirk inside his head as he dragged the coal around his eyes adding lengthy dark black smudges to his sun-kissed bronze skin. Shaking his hair again he dragged on yesterdays pants, sniffed the white dress shirt before throwing that on and shuffling out into the kitchen.
'You should eat properly.' Malik murmured as Marik grabbed a frozen slice of bread from the broken fridge, and spreading a glob of something onto the 'breakfast'.
'It keeps us alive doesn't if?' he retorted, ignoring the whine about proper food, opting to concentrate on sliding on his black school shoes, and chucking his jacket over his shoulder; before clicking the door shut and casually strolling down the hall to the elevator, which on Tuesday through Thursday took several hours to make its way up to his level while taking mere seconds to reach the bottom. What a great thing that today was Monday and today it decided to stop working altogether, so Marik was forced into sprinting down the stairs with a school bag that was half his weight and cheap shoes that had no grip on the linoleum stairs.
Finally bursting out into the open pathway of the street Marik kept up a slow jog, it took him nearly ten minutes to arrive at the gates to his school - 'いいえ学校アカデミー' - just in time to hear the first bell ring, he was late again.
"You sleep in again binky boy?" cackled a twisted Yami, the childish multicolored hair sticking out at all angles like usual.
"Just a little." Marik growled back, gritting his teeth at the name the annoyance had so willingly called the other. "But what about you, I thought Yugi got the body today?" The Egyptian murmured strolling up to his locker and twisting the lock.
"I swear that kid's got more issues than we do." the ex-Pharaoh said eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his back hitting the locker with a solid clunk. "But no, he didn't want the body today. Don't know why, don't care." The two chuckled darkly and turned towards their starting classroom, just as a hush fell over the usually noisy crowd. All eyes turned and stared at the double glass doors of the entrance way, every student was holding their breath. Marik's eyes flickered up and he stopped dead, Yami's joining his only milli-seconds later.
A nervous figure shuffled slowly forwards through the parted crowd, followed constantly by harsh whispers and fleeting glances. The boy was stunning, hair that was so pure white it looked like a halo in the shaft of sunlight; his perfect creamy skin seemed to shimmer under any light which touched it, eyes not rising from his shuffling feet. Tentatively he slunk past the two dumbstruck boys and down the corridor to the principles office; the old bat opened the door to allow the boy in, before turning and following him. Marik's eyes lingered on the still closed door, the lavender orbs gently scanning the wood.
"Well... We'll just have to commandeer that boy to our table at lunch, hey Marik?" purred Yami his coppery eyes gleaming with mischief, Marik allowed himself a small smirk and slipped down the corridor towards the office. "What are you doing?" hissed Yami following the delusional alter-ego anyway.
"We want to commandeer him, better find out who he is." he hissed back clambering up onto a chair and leaning casually against the wall next to the ventilation shaft, a curious hush falling over the two as they eavesdropped.
"...So you've come here from the British Academy for Boys. That is a very prestigious place young Ryo, hopefully you will fit in here without too many complications." the principles voice droned, "Here's your class list, a map of the establishment, and if you need any help finding something there are plenty of students around who'd be glad to help you." The two yami's held back a snort at the comment, NO-one would help a new student - it went against their nature. "Have a lovely first day." The door swung open startling the two from their obvious hiding place and onto the floor with a considerably loud thump. Chocolate brown eyes stared down at the now hysterically laughing yami's, the principle just sighed and disappeared back into her office.
"Hey, you just going to stand there Ryo or you gonna give us a hand?" Yami cackled reaching an arm out to the new comer, who carefully took it and pulled him to his feet before turning to Marik and offering the hand to do the same. Marik shook his head and rose gracefully from the floor, just as Yami rolled his eyes and slapped an arm around the boy.
"So your from Britain?" he purred making Ryo shiver at the rush of warm air directed at his ear; Marik held back a possessive growl, instead sending it internally towards himself.
'What the hell Marik... Did you just growl?' said boy dead panned, he had forgotten that Malik was in there. Like a flash he vanished inside himself and Malik was left standing in the corridor blinking in surprise.
"Move your butt Marik!" Yami called back to his friend, not realizing the switch had taken place; shaking himself quickly Malik scampered after the other two. "Now pay attention, Ryo was just going to tell us about his old friends and.. where is Britain anyway?" burnt sienna eyes widened at the sudden realization his friend had switched, narrowing his eyes he quickly acted to find answers. "Excuse us Ryo me and 'Marik' need to have a quick talk about something."
"Yami sorry about this but I swear I didn't even know it was going to happen." Malik apologized as the other growled at him. "Marik just suddenly swapped."
"I hope you where paying attention then, 'cause I ain't saving your butt when you forget something about this kid... Oh, at lunch he's sitting with us." Yami growled turning back to Ryo with a smile (*cough*smirk) plastered on his face. "So where were we?" Malik rolled his eyes and trailed after the king, eyes plastered to the ground and brow furrowed - what was with Marik earlier? the hikari just rolled his eyes and pulled it off as Marik being Marik.
*- Marik's soul room -*
Marik lay sprawled across the floor, not bothering to make it all the way to his couch, arm thrown over his eyes and teeth gritted in irritation; breathes coming in pants as his own mind turned against him and brought forward unwanted images of the British boy Yami (probably) still had his arm around. Another growl escaped the yami's lips and he bit his arm in frustration, this was not him. He never had feelings like this before, and it was driving him mad; what was going on with him? and more importantly how did he make it stop?
Me: Yay! First part finished, review ;D
Ryo: Did I even say anything in this chapter?
Marik: At least you're not being a psycho freak, why am I growling?
Me: Please review, I need something to distract myself from this lot...