Dlbn: Hey everyone, and welcome to my first YuGiOh fanfic ever.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own YuGiOh or any characters contained within. They all belong to Kazuki Takahashi. I make NO money off of the writing of this fanfic.
000
There was no way a guy like me could get anywhere near a guy like him. He was a bad boy in every way. From the dark expression he always wore on his pale face, down to the long black trench coat the billowed when he walked. As for me? From blonde hair to lilac eyes, and down to muscle bearing tank top, I was nowhere near the bad boy he was. I mainly associated only one person; innocent little Ryou. He, on the other hand, joined forces with dark featured Yami, and a sticky-fingered teen by the nickname of "Thief". To this day, I didn't know what Thief's real name was. But he was a thief, so that name fit perfectly and was never questioned. I swear I heard Bakura refer to him as Diabound once, but that didn't mean much. The white haired male was always coming up with strange names for other people.
Ever the strange one, Bakura was the one of that gang that I had fallen so gracelessly for. Maybe it was that know-a-juicy-secret smirk he constantly wore. Maybe it was the glint in his eyes whenever someone would challenge him; either academically in the classroom or physically in the hallways and parking lot. Maybe it was that haunting laugh that never ceased to send chills down my spine whenever I had the honor of hearing it. Or, maybe, it was the one day he had bothered to assist me when the bullies had decided that Ryou and I were their next targets. Ryou tried to talk me out of my love for him.
You'd only get hurt. He'd tell me. You gotta be careful, Marik! You know what those guys are like! One wrong move, and you're in deep trouble.
But despite his pleas, I just couldn't curb the terrible longing I felt for the slightly older boy. Ryou understood it and backed away, but it didn't stop him from warning my brother Odion and sister Ishizu of it. Both of them tried to talk me out of it as well.
What would mom think if she knew you had feelings for that? Ishizu would try to tug at my heartstrings at mentioning of our late mother. What you need to do is find a nice girl and let her into your life. Not Mr. Principal's Office Permanent Resident.
Okay, so maybe it was the 'Bakura's a guy' thing that bothered her a little more then it bothered Ryou or Odion. Whatever. Not her decision.
If he gets in trouble when you're with him, you're going down too. Odion would try a rational argument to get me to change my mind. Captain of the debate team, he figured it would work on everyone he came into contact with. Think about your future.
I was sixteen. My future wasn't a main concern of mine, but I gave him points for trying. At least no one had told me father. I'd surely get my perfectly sculpted ass handed to me for this. Father didn't approve of me or my siblings dating until we were either out of high school or out of the house. I wonder if he'd have a different opinion if my mother hadn't died…
000
Hearing my name, I snapped out of my reverie. Other students snickered around the room as our study hall monitor glared at me over the top of her reading glasses.
"Oh…" I blushed. "Um…here…"
"Stoner…" Someone muttered.
I glared in the direction of the words and caught Seto Kaiba, resident rich boy, laughing. I offered him the slightest motion of my middle finger in response. Someone kicked the back of my chair and I turned slightly. Bakura was behind me, scowling. "What?" He wondered.
"Sorry." I muttered quickly. "I thought you needed something…"
Bakura laughed once, one side of his mouth popping into a smile. "What in the world would I need form you?" He wondered, folding his arms behind his head as he leaned back.
From his sides, Thief and Yami chuckled as well, sending looks in my direction, intended to frighten me. They didn't scare me, but I'd pretend they did for my own sake. I gave them both a half smile and turned back to the papers on my desk. I was intending to start on my math homework, but there was no way I could concentrate now. A pencil poked me in the arm and I turned to see Ryou smiling sweetly at me, eyes wide like a deer's.
"Hey, Marik?" He wondered softly. "What did you get for number two?"
"I didn't do it yet." I sighed. "Give me a second."I did the problem quickly. "Seven."
"That's what I got too." Ryou beamed. "Thanks."
I nodded my response and got back to work on the paper. Bakura pushing against my chair with his foot didn't help my concentration. Hot he may have been, but the guy was still an ass.
"Do you mind?" I snapped at him softly, not turning.
He stopped. "What did you say, Malik?"
"Marik." I corrected without thinking.
Sure, he was just making a joke out of the 'l confused for an r' thing in Japanese, but it was annoying. My name was Marik, damn it, and he knew it. No reason to use the incorrect spelling.
"Excuse me?" Bakura wondered. I heard the desk creak as he leaned forward and gripped the ends of it. I could feel his warm breath on my ear. "Did you just correct me?"
"I think Fruitcake's growing a pair." Thief chuckled.
I turned and threw a glare in his direction, but he laughed. "Don't call me that." I ordered, before looking back at Bakura. "Yeah, I corrected you. Big deal. My name's Marik, not Malik."
Bakura glared back at me, our faces inches apart. His eyes glittered dangerously. "I know what your name is, smart one." He said. "You obviously don't understand how things work around here, do you? You've been here long enough to know better."
I rolled my eyes. I had come to Japan two years ago, but people still referred to me as 'the new kid' and figured that I didn't understand Tokyo as well as I should have. I was from Egypt, not another damned planet. I wondered if Bakura had the same issue when he moved here from Britain. Perhaps that was why he adopted the complete asshole personality he seemed to be oh-so gifted with.
"Know better?" I huffed. "Know better then to what? Stand up to you?"
Bakura chuckled. "You have balls, kid. I like that."
"In more ways then one." Yami snickered.
Bakura's eyes flickered in his direction, and one side of his lip shifted up. "Asshole." He told his friend, before sitting back in his chair. He crossed his legs in front of him and his arms across his chest. "Fine, you win this round, Malik." He let the name roll off of his tongue. "But watch your back. Got it?"
I huffed again, blowing my creamy bangs from my eyes. "Whatever, Bakura." I turned back to my paper and caught Ryou staring at me; wide-eyed and slack-jawed. "What?" I asked him.
"Are you insane?" He hissed at me, shielding his mouth from Bakura and his gag's view. "You know what he can do to you? You've heard the rumors…"
His chair was kicked by Yami, but he didn't respond to it. I noticed a disappointed glint in Yami's eyes when Ryou didn't snap at him like I had snapped at Bakura. Was he looking for a fight or something?
"I know." I whispered back. "But I'm not letting them treat me like that just because I'm technically a foreigner."
Ryou rolled his eyes. "Just be careful okay?"
I nodded my promise before turning back to my desk. Though Bakura had resumed kicking my chair, the algebra in front of me was calling my name.