Chapter 2

Hey, there's something missing

Only time will alter your vision

Never in question, lethal injection

Welcome to the family


The doorbell rings and Marik immediately gets up from where he sits in his room to go get it. He creeps by his father's still sleeping figure where the man lies sprawled upon the couch. He reaches the door, still having bit awoken the drunken beast, much too his relief. He opens it, not quite wanting to look through the peephole- he thought the invention of it was a waste of time.

Before him stand Bakura and Ryou Touzoukou, a pair of twins who were both cursed to be albino. Ryou, unlike his brother, was sweeter, a kindred spirit. He was very shy, though. His facial features and the way he styles his hair even suggest how much nicer he is than his twin.

"Hello," Ryou greets timidly.

"Hi, Ryou," Marik replies, trying to ignore the steady, blank stare Bakura was throwing at him. "Do you need something?"

"Um... N-no," He studders shyly. "We- Bakura and I- were just wondering if you were alright?" It sounds like more of a question than a statement, although Marik supposes that is what it is meant to be.

"Peachy," He says, throwing on his best fake smile.

"You're lying," Bakura says, finally deciding to add his voice to their conversation.

"I think I would know if I was lying," Marik hisses at him. "Now, I have homework to go do. Good bye." Marik starts to shut the door, but a hand grasp his shoulder firmly and he instantly freezes.

"Who are these" -hiccup- "boys? They come to beat ya up, you lil' bitch?" His drunk father laughs before pushing him out the door and into poor Ryou, who almost falls. "Go on, boys. Teach my bitch" - another hiccup- "to be a man."

Bakura stares at the man in awe, 'This is his son.' He thinks, 'Why the hell would he tell us to beat him up?' He glances over at Marik who is now cowering against Ryou, his eyes wide with fear and his pupils practically nonexistent.

"We aren't here to beat up Marik," Bakura replies, knowing his twin won't have the guts to speak. "We just came to say hi; we are some of Marik's friends from school."

The man's face contorts in confusion before he laughs, "Marik don't have no friends. He's just a worthless little shit."

Bakura can't believe this man. He is making fun of his own son, even told him and Ryou to beat Marik up. 'Is this what Marik meant when he said no one has it worse than him?'

Bakura steps in front of Ryou and Marik protectively. "Sir," He begins, attempting to sound polite. "Marik may be frustrating, but he isn't a worthless little shit." Bakura says, trying to defend the boy who always found a way to get under his skin. "And he's your son; I'm sure you don't mean any of what you're saying."

A hand collides with Bakura's face, sending him stumbling backwards for the second time that day. He backs into poor Marik, who in turn falls on Ryou, who lands on the ground with a thud that sends all the air out of his lungs. Marik quickly rolls off of him, helping the smaller of the two albino's off the ground. He turns to see a Bakura who is practically bristling with anger, fists clenched and pressed firmly against his sides, an obvious attempt to restrain himself.

"Listen, you fucking wanker!" Bakura hisses, "Stop being a damned ass!"

Marik's father laughs, "Or what, fluffy?" He casually flicks one of the pieces of hair Bakura teases daily to stand kind of like a cat ear.

No one, except Bakura, remembers what happens next.


A/N- Short chapter, I know. But, next chapter is pretty long for a songfic chapter, so yeah. Anyways, please Review!