Author's Note: I will not work on this anymore until I've finish with Hasina! I must give my character a happy ending of some kind!
So, the first chapter was written in Notes on my iPhone. It looked a lot longer than it turned out to be. Whoops!
Disclaimer: Oh how I wish I owned a majority of these characters. Sadly I do not. Please don't sue me!

When Reporter Suzie Renee from HYW News Network departed with her camera man and van, Bakura streched himself out on the parlour lounge chair and closed his eyes. With his light pink shirt and much darker pants and jacket, he matched the upholstery perfectly. But for the wildly erratic white hair and, well, his face, he blended in.

"So, Akefia, what happened?"

"I already told you I don't know anything."

"No, you told that reporter that you knew nothing. You never said anything to me."

"Well I don't know anything."

Bakura fixed his fellow Touzoku with one very narrowed, more-red-than-usual pupil. "Where did you go after you dropped me off last night?"

"I went out."

"Where?"

"What are you, the police now? Fuck Bakura," the older of the two growled. Akefia returned the heated gaze steadily. He bared his teeth like an angry dog. "I went walking around the block."

"Did you go in that alley? Did you stoop so low as to actually waste your time with that boy?"

The brothers continued their staring contest until, finally, Akefia blinked. He pushed Bakura's feet off the arm of the chair and sat down. "We didn't get where we are by admitting to everything," he said, paraphrasing the other's words from earlier.

"Akefia!"

"What?"

"Why?"

"He was in our territory. If he didn't want to get hurt, he should have been home. After what they did, I'm surprised they had the nerve to stick around."

"Akefia, every place is 'our territory.' You can't base your actions on that. If you did, you'd be murdering the whole town."

"Notice the lack of complaints from me."

Bakura give him a stern glare. As much as Akefia wanted to start a fight in response, his place as 'guard dog' of his brother got the better of him and he turned away, pulled out his knife and started playing with it.

"It was also something like revenge, you know? The little shits dared to hurt you, so I just returned the favour."

The young Touzoku swiped a hand over his chest lightly. "They barely scratched me, compared to what you did to Marik."

"Yeah? Well, you know. Every scratch on a Touzoku is an arm lost on a fucking Ishtar."

It was true. Every Touzoku of the past who held Akefia's position had made sure to let the Ishtars feel their claws when one of their own had been hurt.

"Marik is just a boy." Resting his hand on his brother's leg, Bakura smirked. "Don't waste your talent on him. If you're going to be stupid, at least fight Malik. At least he's more near your skill level."

Akefia grunted. He waved his hand up and down. "How're ya feeling?"

"Better. I've felt more comfortable before, but I guess I'll have to live with this for now."

"I'd say you're lucky it's not any worse. I came just in time, huh?"

"I had it under control," replied Bakura quietly. Akefia scoffed.

"Sure as hell didn't look like it to me! As much as it kills me to say it, you were pretty much at their mercy."

The young man's mouth pursed into a faint pout. "I had my gun."

"A gun doesn't do much for you when you can't reach it because your hands are tied up."

Bakura winced at the memory and rubbed his wrists subconsciously. He had always thought that stretching with arms overhead was a pleasant feeling but had realized that, when kept up there, it was painful. He had avoided lifting his hands higher than his chest for the past few hours.

"A knife is just as useless in the same position," he said childishly.

"At least my knife can cut through the cords."

"You would have to stretch your neck like a giraffe in order to reach it. Face it, your precious knife has some limits."

Akefia jumped up and grabbed a chunk of the other's fluffy hair. "Better watch it Bakura, or I'll give you another haircut."

Lifting his hands, palms up, in mock terror, the victim said, "Mercy, dear brother. That is a torture I'd not like to be subjected to again."

Akefia ruffled his hair in response and plopped down on the couch across from him.

Bakura leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands and watched him. He took in how gently his chest rose and fell and the flutter of his collar when he exhaled. He had always liked how Akefia tapped his fingers in time with his breath. One tap for in. Two taps for out. One in. Two out. One. Two. One. Two.

Meanwhile, Akefia covered his grin with a free arm, pretending he didn't notice his brother's wandering gaze. Even though they were siblings, he always felt a certain thrill whenever he caught Bakura looking at him. There was something strangely soothing about those cold, reddish brown eyes that were so different from his personality.

He tried not to think about them too much.

"So that kid from last night. You were talking to him?"

"Hmm? What's that? Oh, right! Yes, yes I was." The younger Touzoku relaxed back into his chair again.

"You called him your friend."

"Yes, well, he could be. He's the same age as me you know. And he even gave me a drink even though he figured out that I was underage."

Akefia looked amused. "Yeah, I noticed that. You were hitting him up pretty hard."

Shrugging nonchalantly, Bakura answered, "He was cute. I certainly wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like that."

The brothers fell into silence again. After a while, Akefia started, as if shocked with a tazer. "Where's Nicole?"

Bakura opened his eyes. "If I had to make a guess, somewhere upstairs, hiding from the press." The expression on his face implied that he couldn't care less where the woman was.

Nicole, their father's newest girlfriend, had started off with a strong attraction to the Touzoku family. She expressed genuine interest in their local and international affairs, and even earned a place in their ranks as their finance manager. (The Touzokus were well known for their extravagant spending.) The sweet red head had enjoyed the press coverage, world attention and, probably most prominently, the money.

The brothers cared little for her.

"She stands out too much," was Akefia's excuse. It was true. Beside all three males, her red hair and real smile contrasted with their white hair and cold, smug, or indifferent expressions.

"I'm only concerned for you, Father." That was Bakura's approach. "I'm just afraid that she might end up like the others. What if she loses interest? Wouldn't that be a bothersome task, taking care of her then." He had said this while playing with the handle of his tool of choice, looking far too similar to Akefia for Mitzu Touzoku's taste.

And, eventually, Bakura's prediction came true. Nicole, the highly tolerant and optimistic - naive - girl learned about the Touzoku/Ishtar war.

Odion Ishtar had discovered her relation to his enemy and had captured her on the spot. Akefia and Bakura would have let him have her, but their father had yelled at them over the phone when he found out, demanding that they rescue her.

When threatened with severe punishment, they rescued the girl from Ishtar clutches, though on the way out, Bakura had hinted that they were free to take her again.

The press, being the vultures of gossip and incidents, had discovered the adventure and for weeks, tried to talk to her about it. Since then, the poor woman hadn't been able to look at her former white haired interests the same because, after knowledge of the family war came out, so followed the other dark secrets. The weapons trading, the drug smuggling and then, to her horror, the history of Mitzu's previous love affairs.

Of course, Mitzu never found out that she had learned anything of anything. Akefia and Bakura made sure to keep it like that.

Fear of the family and their history gave her a desire to run away from it all and hide. It was that same fear that made her stay put. After all, isn't that why all the other people died?

Once in the Touzoku family, there is only one way to leave.

To avoid attracting the direct attention of the brothers, who she considered spawns of the devil, Nicole made an effort to smile prettily to her lover and made no hint to him as to what she knew. She believed that Mitzu would never hurt her, no matter what she knew, or what she felt, but the brothers ... They wouldn't hesitate for a second.

Lucky for her, they hardly even looked at her.

"Damn that woman!" Akefia growled. "She never comes out for the camera anymore. People are going to start thinking we offed her."

"Well, if they're already under the impression ..."

"I hear ya, but we don't want to incur the wrath of Father Touzoku, do we?" Akefia got up and picked a cigar out of the nearest cabinet. He held one up in offering. Bakura declined.

"I'd like to keep my lungs, thank you."

"But your liver can go to hell, right?"

The younger one quirked his eyebrow. "You can't be us and expect to keep both."

"A-fucking-men to that."

Bakura poured himself a glass of wine. He raised it and Akefia toasted it with his cigar.

"A long and rich life to you, Touzoku."

"A long and rich life."

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A/N: What a cheesy toast -.-
This was not my original plan, but regardless, you got a little background into the Touzoku family. Very little background. In fact, this was just an excuse to write an entirely Bakura and Akefia moment. But at least now you know what they're all about. I hope you liked this. Please review! Domo arigatou gozaimasu!
Thank you very much to RedShadowThief and her wonderful review! I promised you a double post so here's part two :) I hope you enjoyed it!