Thanks so much for all of the reviews! I'm currently at my family's store taking a break from work… Anyway, last time Ryou discovered that he was going to school with a trio of crazy people.
Bakura: You're the crazy one, Turq…
Nuh uh! Ryou, be a sweetie and do the disclaimer for me!
Ryou: Turq doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but she did create the teachers, so technically, she does own them. How was that?
Brilliant! Malik, do the warning! I command you!
Malik: Fine… evil smirk Warning: since me, Marik, and Bakura love each other so much, you might wanna watch out.
Marik: Or just piss off, whatever works best.
Malik: Also be warned that we don't watch our language, and that whole 'washing the mouth out' thing doesn't work anymore.
Marik: Scented soaps are especially yummy…
Ryou: You like it!
Marik: Yis!
So yeah, you've been warned! Enjoi!
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Ryou barely survived the drive to school. Malik insisted on sitting beside him—close beside him—and Marik and Bakura had moved to the seat behind them. Though Ryou did find some of Marik and Bakura's conversation on the way to school humorous, it still irked him to no end that Malik was sitting so close. Not only that, but Malik was also talking, and he was very loud.
Ryou sighed in relief when the bus had finally stopped to let them out. He leaped clear over Malik to get to the isle in the middle of the bus and bolted to the door. Marik then laughed as Ryou bounced out of the bus and disappeared into the school.
"I think we scared him a bit!" Marik teased. "Or maybe you gave him a headache!" He jabbed Malik's arm.
"It wasn't me! I was being nice to him," Malik whined. The three psychos made their way to the front of the bus. "Maybe we'll have classes with him…"
Bakura snorted. "I hope not! The little crème puff would probably nark on us all the time. He seems like a teacher's pet if you ask me…"
"If he tried, we could always just smack him around a little. Problem solved!" Marik informed, pushing Bakura out of the bus.
They slowly walked to the school doors, receiving odd glances from the other students. They weren't wearing their school uniforms…
"What class do we have first?" Malik asked Marik, elbowing his brother.
"Um…" Marik fished around his pocket then pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, apparently his schedule. He unfolded it and read, "We all were put in the same classes, so… first period is English."
"Dammit…" Malik groaned. "I'm already racking my brain trying to learn Japanese! Why should I take another foreign language?"
"Because no one around here speaks Arabic…(1)"
"It's not fair… No one in this Ra forsaken country can even say my name right! I hate Japanese! And English is supposed to be the hardest language!"
"Ha ha…" Bakura mocked. "I already speak English!"
"Shut up!" Malik and Marik both exclaimed. Bakura laughed, pausing in front of a classroom door.
"Hey, what's our teacher's name?"
"Kurugi-san, I think," Marik replied dully.
"Then this is our class," Bakura informed. Suddenly his eyes gained a devilish gleam. "And look who else is in this class!"
Malik and Marik cocked their eyebrows at Bakura and peered into the classroom. Close to the back of the room, seemingly separated from the other students, was Bakura's fluffier look-alike.
"It's him!" Malik squealed. "Hey, Ryou!"
Ryou glanced up from a worn paper-back book upon hearing his name. His eyes locked on Malik then Marik and Bakura; a gasp emitted from his throat.
"Oh god…" he squeaked. "Don't tell me that--"
He was in a daze, and didn't even notice Kurugi-san walk in. She stopped abruptly when she caught sight of the three new students. Not only were they not wearing their uniforms, but they were also still wearing their regular shoes (2).
"Excuse me, boys!"
Malik was the only one who bothered to face the burgundy-haired teacher (AN: Colorful, ain't she?).
"You aren't wearing your uniforms, and you have your shoes on. Explain yourselves… I'm talking to the two of you, too!"
"Sorry, we forgot about the uniforms, and what about our shoes?" Malik growled.
"You will not take that tone with me!" Kurugi-san ordered, planting her hands on her hips. "Now, go change your shoes at once!"
Marik suddenly smirked, "We're unfamiliar with the school; could you get someone to show us where to go?"
Kurugi-san frowned. "Okay, but I expect you back in five minutes at the most!" She turned to the rest of her class, scanning the room for someone to escort them to the shoe lockers.
"What about him?" Marik suddenly asked, pointing to Ryou. "We talked to him on the bus this morning."
"Oh," Kurugi-san spat. "Okay, then. Ryou, help them find the shoe lockers please."
Ryou's jaw dropped, but reluctantly he stood and trudged to the front of the classroom.
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Once in the hall, Malik practically glomped their irritated escort. "Hey, we're in the same class! You know what that means. You get to spend the rest of the day with us too! (3)"
Ryou pulled away quickly. "You three are idiots!" he yelped. "The shoe lockers are easy to find!"
"No they aren't…" Marik argued.
"They're the first thing you see when you come in the front door!" Ryou retorted.
"That proves it," Bakura cut. "Marik is blind."
"You missed it too!"
"No, I didn't!"
"Would you shut up!" Ryou shouted, gasping and slamming his hand over his mouth the second the shout escaped. "Just…"
"Seems the kitten has a temper…" Bakura purred into Ryou's ear. "How cute…" The taller white-haired boy stepped in front of Ryou then pushed him to the wall.
Ryou whimpered, struggling against Bakura, and failed to escape. In desperation, he jerked his knee up, hitting his captor in the worst place possible. Bakura yelped and fell to his knees, cradling his injured manhood. Ryou leapt away as quick as lightning, only to be captured by Malik.
The blonde brothers were laughing themselves to tears as they watched Bakura give Ryou a glare of death. "Look, Kura!" Marik managed between laughs. "Kitty's got claws!" He went into another fit of laughter.
Malik gently hugged Ryou. "That was beautiful! Way to deflate an ego!"
"I'll… kill… all of you!" Bakura screamed.
"You might wanna get off your knees first," Marik teased, offering Bakura a hand. Bakura growled, snapping at the hand.
"You deserved that, anyway," Malik jeered. "You scared poor Ryou to death. C'mon, Marik, let's go get our shoes…" He turned with Ryou, and they began their trek to the shoe lockers once more. Marik shrugged, then picked Bakura up by a leg and an arm and toted the shrieking teen down the hall.
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When they reached the lockers, Marik released Bakura. The white-haired demon lunged at Ryou, tackling him to the floor.
"You won't get away with that!" he said, smirking.
Malik sighed when he heard Ryou whimper in fear. "Don't be afraid Ryou. He won't beat you up or anything. He'll probably just fondle you or something…"
"I don't know which is the lesser of two evils!" Ryou cried. He suddenly gasped as Bakura's hand shot up his shirt. "S-stop it!" he shouted, his eyes shutting tightly.
As quickly as it all happened, it ended. Ryou slowly opened his eyes to see what happened. Bakura had left Ryou on the floor and busied himself with changing his shoes. Malik and Marik followed suit.
They swiftly changed their shoes and headed back for the classroom. Ryou followed behind them, though keeping his distance, shooting confused looks to the three in front of him.
Bakura soon answered the question Ryou had on his mind. "Don't worry, we'll continue our little game some other time."
"You'll be ours before the year is over," Marik added, throwing an arm around Bakura's shoulder.
Malik stopped, waiting for Ryou to catch up. When the angel was at his side, Malik reached out and took his quivering hand, grasping it tightly.
"Why isn't Bakura mad?" Ryou silently asked.
"He was probably testing you," Malik replied. "And I guess when you fought back you passed the test. Bakura isn't very interested in wimps."
"Oh…"
"Hey." Malik's grip tightened. "Don't be scared. We're a little rough around the edges, but we aren't really all that bad." Ryou nodded, staring at the floor. Malik smirked, pulling Ryou closer. "But Marik's right. You will be ours."
At that, Malik released Ryou's hand and ran to Marik and Bakura, squeezing in between them. Ryou stopped in the middle of the hallway.
I'll be theirs…?
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1: In this fic, Malik and Marik's first language is Arabic because I read that that's Egypt's official language right now.
2: I'll try to keep the school as Japanese-like as I can. They don't wear their normal shoes in school. Instead they switch out their shoes in the mornings for a pair of shoes made to be worn in school.
3: I read somewhere that when you get in the same homeroom class with someone, all your other classes will be the same too. Please correct me if that's wrong.
So, you likey? No likey? Tell me in a review! So, Ryou has three guys who are determined to win him over before the end of the year. Next time, school dismisses and Malik, Marik, and Bakura have trouble waiting for them at home.
Until next time!
