"So Marik, why don't you introduce yourself?" the teacher asked, a smile on her face. The new kid raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched up.
"Didn't you just do that?" he asked, and I almost snorted. Beautiful and sarcastic.
The teacher blinked, and she seemed taken aback. Good. I've always hated her. "Well, yes, but new students usually say something about themselves."
Marik sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Um, let's see… oh, well, I lived in a tomb for the first eight years of my life, does that suffice?" he asked. She blinked, as did I and so did the rest of the class, I'm sure.
"A… tomb?" she asked slowly. Marik sighed.
"Yes, a tomb. And it wasn't fun. It was dark and dank and miserable. Luckily my father was killed and my siblings and I were free to escape from the hellhole. Can I please take a seat now?" he seemed thoroughly annoyed at this point. The teacher blinked again.
"Um, yeah, right over there in the back, next to Jounouchi," she gestured and Jounouchi raised a hand quickly to show Marik where he was. The blonde made his way over with a bored expression, and pretty much everyone's head swiveled to watch the school's new enigma. As soon as he reached his seat, however, the bell for homeroom to end rang, and he swiveled on his heel and walked back out the door with the rest of us right behind him.
My next class was chemistry, and when I walked in, guess who was sitting in the seat next to mine, doodling absently? Marik Ishtar, that's who. The bronzed god with fiery purple eyes was just sitting there, apparently having decided he was going to grace me with his presence this period. And I couldn't have been happier. I didn't show it on my face of course. I couldn't have him knowing I liked him.
As I walked up to my seat, he looked up at me for a moment and apparently what he saw interested him. I'm rather tall, so he had to look up a bit, and when he caught sight of the long white hair, his eyes widened a bit. It was adorable. I sat down and he put his pen down, straightening and leaning back in his chair, turning to face me a bit.
"I wasn't aware they had white hair dye," he said, one eyebrow raised. I snorted.
"I wasn't either," I said, smirking. I was used to that comment, white hair isn't so common after all. "It's natural."
"It is not," he was smiling now. And before I knew it, he had reached over and plucked a strand of my hair right out of my head, rolling his eyes when I said 'ow'. He looked at the root and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw that white was indeed my natural hair color. I rubbed my head and glared at him a bit.
"Well what do you know, it is natural," he remarked, discarding the strand of my hair onto the floor. I huffed.
"You could have warned me beforehand that you were going to rip my hair out," I scowled and he snorted.
"Sorry, I wasn't aware you were going to be such a girl about it."
"Coming from the guy who wears jewelry and eyeliner," I remarked, given I had just noticed that last fact.
Marik shrugged. "I'm Egyptian, get over it."
I laughed. "I suppose so. You realize you're going to have all the girls," and some boys "after you because you're Egyptian? You'll be their shiny new exotic toy."
He shrugged again. "Well, the girls will be disappointed when they realize I don't swing that way, won't they?" he smirked when my eyebrows shot up. That was… good to know. He picked up his pen and started drawing again. I looked over and saw that he was inking over a pencil drawing of himself with a griffon on his shoulder. He was really good. The fabric on his shoulder where the creature was perched was wrinkled perfectly to show exactly how the weight of the large creature was distributed. The Marik in the picture was wearing a blood red cape type garment, with some kind of Egyptian kilt and no shirt, golden jewelry and necklaces hanging from his neck. The griffon's head was tilted, looking at you as you looked at it.
"That's… impressive," I said, and he looked up at me in surprise.
"You like it?"
"Yeah. It's really good."
"Thanks. Drawing's been a hobby of mine since I was young. It helped me escape, you know?" he smiled a bit, looking back down at the paper.
I did know. It was the same for me, except my escape was writing, not drawing. I told him as much.
"Cool," he said. "Who knows, maybe someday you'll become a famous writer and I'll be your illustrator," he smirked and I laughed.
"Sounds like a plan," I said, and he raised his hand for a high five. I gave it to him with a grin. We both jumped when Ryou spoke from behind me.
"Hate to interrupt your career planning, brother, but you dropped your notebook in the hallway."
"Oh, thanks Ryou," I said, taking it from him and placing it with the rest of my stuff on the desk. That was where I kept all my ideas for stories and things of that sort. Meanwhile, Marik was looking back and forth between my twin and I.
"Holy crap. You two really are twins, aren't you?" he asked. Ryou and I laughed.
"Yeah, we are," Ryou said. "If I had a dime for every time I'd been blamed for something he'd done because of a case of mistaken identity, I'd be rich," Ryou glared pointedly at me, and I just smirked. Ryou walked away and Marik turned back to me.
"So," he said. "I don't believe I've yet learned the name of my future business partner," he said, a smirk still on his face.
"Bakura," I answered, and he nodded. Partner… was the thought that ran through my head for a few seconds before I mentally slapped myself. Expel all dirty thoughts from your mind, Bakura! You don't want unnecessary problems, especially not in school. That would NOT be good.
As I looked over to Marik, I saw that he had gone back to inking his drawing. No surprise there. A few minutes later, the teacher called the class to attention, and Marik sighed, putting his drawing in a folder that was filled, as far as I could see, with other pieces of artwork.
Chemistry was… interesting. There were a few mishaps with chemicals, at which Marik and I laughed hysterically until we were told to shut up or go to the principal's office. We shut up, but I have to say, we really hit it off.
I had the rest of my classes with Marik too, and the devious little angel made them more than bearable, he made them fun. He made the whole class laugh, and we were good friends by the end of the day. Unfortunately, nothing more. Yet.