Author's Note: I have decided that I am going to try my best to update this story weekly. I have never actually had a writing goal before, so we'll see how long this can last before I hit writer's block.

Thanks to: MaskYourSmile (first review!), Bakurafan100+, and Spottedpaw13 for reviewing! You made me so happy when I saw that people actually might like this story!


Long, white hair hung in the boy's face. His eyes sparked mischievously as he cupped Marik's face in one hand. Marik supressed a small shiver as the boy leaned in closer...closer...

"Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy

(Hey, what up girl?)

Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city

(Lets go)

Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack

'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back"

Marik opened his eyes and groaned. Sitting up, he glared at his alarm clock and slapped the "snooze" button to shut the stupid thing up.

"Why must you always wake me up?" he muttered. Sighing, he climbed out of bed, and got dressed, trying not to think about the mysterious boy from his dreams. He'd been having dreams about the same boy for the past couple of weeks. It sturck him as odd, since he didn't know anyone with white hair. Well, other than Yugi's grandfather, but his hair was more gray than white. And-luckily-the boy was much younger than Yugi's grandpa.

The smell of burning toast brought Marik back to reality. Ugh. Malik was probably messing around with the toaster again.

"Hey, Mom?" Speak of the devil. "Am I supposed to butter the bread before or after I toast it?"

Smiling and shaking his head at his brother's antics, Marik left his bedroom and headed for the kitchen.

"Marik!" Odion called as Marik entered the kitchen. "Want some slightly...mostly...okay completely burned toast?"

"Uh, no thanks. I'm not very hungry." Marik never ate breakfast. It always made him feel sick, somehow. He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Malik we should probably go soon. You said you wanted to get to school early for basketball signups, right?"

"Uh-huh." Malik stood up and grabbed his backback. "Let's go."

"Hey, guys! Wait up!" Yugi Muto jogged to catch up with Marik, Anzu, and Jonouchi, all of whom were in his homeroom class.

"What's up, Yug?" Jono asked as the much shorter boy finally caught up to his friends.

"I heard that we're getting a new kid today!" Yugi said.

"Yeah, I heard that, too," Anzu replied. "I was staying after school yesterday and the teacher said that's he's gonna be in our homeroom."

"Cool," Marik said. "I wonder what he's like?"

"Lookin' for a boyfriend, Marik?" Jonouchi joked. Marik hit him over the head with his textbook, laughing.

"No, thanks! I prefer my freedom; boyfriends are waaaaaay too clingy," he replied, putting his hands on his hips.

"I'm with you there...only, with girlfriends, not boyfriends."

"Yeah, I sort of figured that."

"Hey, what're we standing around for?" Jonouchi said. "C'mon, let's get to class!" He took off running down the hallway.

"Hey, wait for us!" Yugi called.

"I've never seen Jono so excited to get to class before," Marik laughed.

"He's just excited to see the new kid," Anzu said. "But he's right, we should get to class before we're late."

The teacher closed his attendance book and waited for the class to quiet down.

"Kids," he began. "As some of you may know, we have a couple of new students joining us today. They just transferred here, so let's do our best to make them feel welcome." He turned towards the door. "All right, come on in."

The door opened and two boys entered. Immediatly, the room began to buzz.

"Two new kids? I thought that there was just one."

"Twins! Just like Malik and Marik!"

"Don't we have enough twins in this school already? We have to put up with more of them?"

"Oh my gosh, they are sooooooo cute!"

Only Marik was silent, staring, dumbfounded, at the two boys at the front of the classroom.

Both boys had long, white hair and chocolate brown eyes. The first boy was kinder-looking, his eyes gentler, smiling broadly at his new classmates.

The second boy, however, seemed a bit rougher. His hair hung in his face more than his brother's and his face seemed etched into a permanent scowl. When his gaze met Marik's, however, the corner of his mouth was tugged upwards into a half-smirk. Marik blinked, and the smirk was gone, replaced once again by a glare.

Marik shook his head. There was absolutely no way that this was possible. Yet there it was, standing at the front of the classroom like a flashing neon sign.

The second boy was the same boy from Marik's dream.


Well, this chapter seems a bit better than the last, but I still think it could be better. Then again, what do I know? I find things bad with all of my stories.

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