Marik woke up earlier then he would've wanted to normally, as he heard his brother and sister shuffling around in their morning daze. Today was their first day back to school. However, the youngest sibling wasn't attending.

Instead, he stared at the cieling, hearing the sounds of the toilet flushing and the sink running. He waited until he was sure Ishizu and Melvin were done, before he stood up, yawning and stretching. His back hurt from sleeping on the floor.

Looking over at his bed, he saw a smirking Bakura watching him.

Damn.

Marik rose on weak legs, before he headed towards the exit. He felt a cool breeze run up his back as a ghostly finger traced his scarred back. Whirling around, Marik fixed the spirit with a deadly gaze.

"I noticed those last night, too. What are they?" Bakura was floating in the air, rolling over onto his back as he stared upsdie down at the blond boy before him. With a sneer, Marik ignored the question, and exited the room. Bakura scowled, and came up behind him, gripping the butt of Marik's pajamas, causing the boy to yelp and jump, slapping his hands to his rump.

Melvin, who had just re-exited his bedroom, raised his eyebrows. Bakura had made himself invisible, and had left Marik standing their, gripping his ass.

Fantabulous.

"Look, bro, I know you're lonely, but there are just somethings that you can't do . . ." Melvin grinned as Marik's face slowly grew redder, as the younger sibling tried to splutter out what had really happened. Melvin just smirked. "Look, ya don't have to explain to me. After all, didn't I make the rule of knocking before entering." He winked at Marik's disgusted face, taking it for something else, as he stooped down over his brother. "I got some magazines if ya need 'em. Just don't tell mom or Ishizu." Then Melvin was gone, hands in his pockets with his messenger backpack swinging near his hips.

Marik groaned and buried his heated face in his hands. Bakura floated out of Melvin's room, holding some magazines, staring at them. He looked downwards and frowned. "I don't feel anything . . . Hn . . ." Oh good Gods! Marik reeled away and headed into the bathroom, unable to take all these disgusting males around him.

Slamming the door behind him, he quickly headed to the toilet. As he was reaching into his pants (AN: Holy crap, I am a girl so . . . I know with jeans you'd have to unzip them, but with pajamas would you just . . . Y'know . . . Whip it out? ._. EFF IGNORE ME!), Bakura's face popped out of the toilet. Marik screamed and jumped back, hitting his legs on the edge of the toilet and falling back into the wet surface. He groaned as his head hit the bathroom wall, before he stood up, heavily panting.

Ishizu practically knocked down the door, just to see her brother breathing heavily with his hands down his pants. "O-Oh my . . ." Ishizu's face turned completely red before she headed out.

"Are you trying to make me out as a pervert?" He hissed, removing his hand from his pants and crouching down next to the toilet, glaring into the face of the spirit. Bakura slowly floated up from within it, grinning at the boy before settling on the toilet seat.

"Maybe?" Marik glared.

"Well quit it! And I have to piss! Move your ass!" Marik snarled, still talking in a whisper as he swatted futilely at the spirit, his hand phasing through, and immense cold washing over each time.

"Oh, baby. I didn't know you were into golden showers,"(AN:Okay . . . I think this is still counted as T, seeing as my dad is who I learned this from . . . However, if you don't know, I do not reccomend you go looking it ) Bakura smirked at Marik's face, before standing up and moving away. "Well, you are a man. I suppose I won't deny you this." That ghostly chuckle slowly faded along with the spirit. Marik waited a few moments, before continuing with his earlier task.

After he was finished, he headed downstairs. His mother gave him funny look, before slowly setting down a cereal bowl for him. She seated herself across the table from him, before giving him a tentative glance.

"Honey," she coughed, clearing her throat. "I know you're getting to that age where-"

"Oh Gods, mom, no!" Marik interrupted, and his mother hid her face behind a curtain of long black hair, coughing slightly. "Mom . . ." He said again, this time softer. "I'm not . . . Doing stuff like that. And I'm sixteen." A grim smile was what she got from him. "I've heard of pretty much anything you can tell me." His mother's jaw dropped, but she quickly recovered and stood up.

"I-I have to go to work . . . U-Um . . . Make sure you do your homework, okay sweetie?" Marik nodded, trying not to laugh at his mother's flustered state. She leaned forward, as if to kiss him on the forehead, but stopped halfway there, looking him up and down. Then, she hurried out the door, locking it behind her.

Marik sighed, and tucked into his ceral.

Well, he would've, had it not blown up in his face.

Looking up, knowing good and well who the culprit was, he saw Bakura through a curtain of milk leaking from his hair. The tanned boy scowled at the spirit, who sat their laughing, watching Marik as the boy began to clean up the cereal.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" Bakura sneered, crossing his arms and legs while he enjoyed the tanned boy's labor. However, Marik's body went rigid when Bakura said those words, and there was a slight pause where Marik seemed to hover in time, before just grunting and finished cleaning the cereal.

Turning on the sink, Marik rinsed the milk out of his hair. This was a bad move, however, since Bakura, quite put out at being ignored, made the top of the faucet bust off, spewing water everywhere all over the kitchen. He laughed maniacly as Marik screamed and scrambled away, before hurrying back and trying to stem the gushing flow of water with a towel. Finally, when there was an inch of water on the kitchen, the ghost let the water ease and finally stop, as Marik slid to the floor in the lake of water.

His mother was going to kill him . . .

Ishizu was going to hate him. . .

And Melvin . . . Oh Gods Melvin would be unbearable. . .

Marik bit his lip, before his shoulders began to shake.

Dammit! He was such a burden to everyone! It was his fault they were stuck in this stupid house, with this stupid ghost that was doing everything stupidly possible to inconvenience his family! And it was his fucking fault their dad left. Marik clenched his fists, his whole body shaking.

But he wouldn't cry.

Taking in deep, gulping breaths, he stood up and completely ignored Bakura, while reaching for the mop. He opened the back door that was in the kitchen, and began to shovel water out with the mop. He got the majority of it out, before shutting the door and taking towels and a hair dryer to the rest of it.

By the time Ishizu and Melvin walked in, it was only damp, and no one noticed a thing. Marik, however, was sent to bed without dinner since he hadn't gotten his homework done like his mother had told him.

Great . . . No breakfast, no lunch, and now no dinner. Marik shuffled to the corner that his covers were in, before flopping down on them and curling up. Now, to top it all off, he couldn't even sleep in his own bed, since, upon entering, the spirit had been occupying it.

Actually, going over the day, Marik could honestly say that was the only good thing. The spirit hadn't messed with Marik since he'd popped off the water spout (which Marik had spent about an hour trying to get back on).

Bakura was actually quite angry. Marik had shown no signs of anger, hadn't lashed out at the spirit, or anything! He'd just dutifully cleaned it up like it was everyday chores. Angry glares kept coming from the spirit as he stared at the blond boy curled up in the corner. Even now, he hadn't come bursting in, demanding the spirit get out of his bed.

The spirit was having fun, there for a while, too! Seeing the little boy squirm as his brother, sister, and mother all thought naughty things about him. Crawling to the edge of the bed, Bakura made himself invisible as he floated over, hovering above the boy. He could see silent tears rolling down the cheeks of the boy. Bakura started from surprise, before twirling around the boy a few times. But, as sudden as the tears were, they ended the same. It was quite unsettling, since Marik's face showed no emotion during, or after crying. The expression was merely a blank slate as the tear drops ran, and then with a blink, quit.

Bakura floated away, landing on the bed again, nestling downwards.

So he'd made the boy cry . . .

Well, then tomorrow he'd just have to make him cry more.

Anything to get his house back!

-(-o-)-

Marik woke up before getting dressed, ignoring the wolf whistles Bakura kept making from the corner. The blond dressed in a tight purple tanktop with the boy and girl gender signs interlinked, and black shorts, before trotting downstairs to the kitchen table.

He'd woken up late on purpose, as to not see his family.

On the kitchen table, he saw a plate of cookies with a note from Ishizu saying:

Marik, do not eat these. They are for mother's work. They are having a birthday party for her boss.

~Ishizu

Marik set the note down, before heading to the refridgerator. From atop it he snatched up some Fruity Pebbles, before reaching inwards and grabbing milk. He made himself some cereal, before sitting down at the table and tucking in.

He saw Bakura floating in, as the spirit sat in on of the unoccupied chairs at the table. The white haired ghost noticed the cookies, as a grin split his face. Marik didn't even notice. He was still unbelievable angry at the spirit for yesterday's pranks.

The spirit, in much the same way, remembered angrily how Marik hadn't had a satisfactory reaction. So, staring at the plate of cookies, he stretched out a hand, snatching up several of the cookies. He crunched them up, just as Marik had the sense to look up. It was too late then, though, as the spirit had crunched up allt he cookies, and had tossed the crumbs into the trashcan, never to be seen again.

Marik stared, horrified, at the empty platter. He turned a zombified gaze at Bakura.

Grinning, Bakura floated in mid air, his legs criss cross applesauce as he studied the boy before him. Any minute now. . .

Marik gulped, before standing up. He suddenly felt very sick and didn't feel like cereal anymore. He dumped out his bowl before heading upstairs, devoid of all emotion as he crawled onto his bed to begin working on his homework.

Bakura, downstairs, was cursing up a storm though as he floated upwards, through the second story's flor, before floating down the hallway to Marik's room. He saw the boy working on his homework, before storming over, letting his feet make pounding noises as the alert the blond before him.

"Hey!" Bakura shouted, as Marik lifted lavender eyes upward.

"Yes, spirit?" Marik questioned, setting his pencil down to watch the ghost.

"Why the hell won't you give me a reaction?"

Marik studied him for a moment, before sneering. "You're just a pathetic ghost who wants attention. You're not worth me waisting my time." The boy then flopped onto his stomach and began working on his essay. He'd been working on it since even before they had moved. He was going to have it finished the other day, but that plan had been ruined. So now, running on its tenth page, he was finally drawing the thing to a close.

!

All ten pages split down the middle, then horizontally. Finally, all the pieces floated into the air, before they were shredded into confetti and scattered around the stunned Marik. His hand loosened on his pencil as he stared, dumbfounded, into sparking, angry red eyes.

"Oh Gods . . ." Marik whimpered. He'd made one mistake this week. Now, with the cookies gone, and his homework not done. . . ."Oh Gods oh Gods oh Gods . . .. " Marik bit his lip, clutching at his arms. He knew who dealt the punishment, now that his father was gone and his mother didn't have the stomach for it.

Bakura watched the boy, before frowning. He looked terrified? Bakura wanted anger, perhaps even sadness. . . He just wanted the boy gone. Why was he so scared? Bakura wasn't going to phsycially harm him; all the spirit wanted was some fun.

But he got his answer soon, when all of his family members came home.

Marik was sat in the kitchen, as his mother screamed continuously at him, questioning him on why he was being such a brat here lately. Ishizu kept giving him an angry look, but it often softened. Maybe she was thinking about Bakura.

The spirit watched it all silently, until the mother waved a hand at Melvin. Marik immediatly shrunk back, but his brother reached forward and grabbed a fistfull of Marik's shirt, pulling his brother along. Bakura followed after, and he saw a sad look cross Ishizu's features.

Marik was marched into Melvin's bedroom, where the older boy bent Marik over on the bed, before pulling a switch out of his closet. He beat Marik with the switch, until the boy was on the ground, curled up and crying from the pain. Whenever Marik would try to alleviate the pain from his butt, his brother would instead just hit whatever he could find-arms, back, legs. At one point, he even got Marik across the face. Melvin had stopped then, panting heavily as he put the switch away, before waving Marik away.

Marik stumbled from the room, staring at his clothing which had been shreaded slightly during the beating. He whimpered as he limped into his bedroom, before curling up in his corner. Those strange, unnatural tears flowing down his cheeks. It hurt, but it was better then what his father used to do.

Bakura stared at the boy, a frown creasing his usually jovial features.

Was he the cause of this?

No, that was impossible, Bakura decided. Marik obviosly had a bad record to begin with. He didn't go to school, and he was the only one to really get in trouble at home, so it all made sense in Bakura's mind.

So, ignoring the sniveling boy, he turned his mind to how he could next try to get rid of the boy.

-(-o-)-

Okay . . . Poor Marik . . . I'm friggn' awful to that poor boy. T~T xD

But . . . For those of you whipped by a switch, yes, it does hurt really friggn' bad, and yes it can rip clothes. And yes, most of the time, you will be hit in other areas since it is hard to aim with those things . . .

Or so it seems.

Either way. . . This WILL become thiefshipping, but c'mon. It's MARIK and BAKURA. Like crap there'd be love at first sight . . . Hn . . . xD

Ah well, seeya!