As I said again, I'm horrible at naming things. Sorry.

Disclaimer-I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of the characters.

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Chapter 3

Supermarket

Marik groaned as he reached his hand into the jar, today was the last day of suspension and he was still starving, they couldn't get much with the kids wallet. Marik moaned as he pulled out the small paper and read it, "we have to go grocery shopping."

"At least you only have to do it once in the twenty four hours and once you get it over with it, it's done until after school tomorrow," Rishid entered the room.

"We will give you the list and the money all you have to do it pick it up," Isis decided to add to the conversation.

"If were technically are purchasing the food, does that mean were allowed to eat it?" Mariku piped up smirking. Isis looked at him confused.

"Yeah, the paper thing said we could eat food we buy, and technically we're buying it," Marik backed up his brother. His stomach growling at the idea if food.

"But we're paying," Isis sighed.

"But we're buying it and it never said where the money came from affected anything," Marik fought.

"You don't want us to starve? Do you?" Mariku added sweetly.

"We are the ones who are purchasing the food, correct?" Marik smiled sweetly.

"Correct brother," Mariku smirked.

"Then technically according to the paper we can only eat food we purchase, it never said we couldn't use your money to get it," Marik continued smiling at his sister. Isis rolled her eyes as Mariku and Marik smirked.

"So technically we should be allowed to eat it," Mariku smirked.

"I don't think that's how it works," Rishid sighed.

"There's nothing saying otherwise," Marik commented. Brushing his blond hair behind his ear, he could tell Isis was close to cracking, "Please." He looked at her with pleading eyes, she could never really resist them. Mariku wanted to chuckle at his brothers pettiness but he had to restrain, because he knew it meant food.

"Fine," Isis caved, "but this is just an exception, from now it it won't work. Ok?"

"Thankyou Isis, I knew you cared," Marik smiled hugging his sister, "ready to go brother?"

"Let's go," Mariku chuckled throwing on his dark purple cape. "The money?" Isis sighed and handed over a handful of money and a list of what to get. Mariku smirked as he took the money and walked out the door with Marik following close behind.

"Stick to the list! and stay out of trouble!" Isis yelled out helplessly, "they didn't hear me did they?"

"I don't think so," Rishid sighed sympathetically placing his arm around her shoulder, "they'll be fine."

"I know, I just worry," Isis sighed closing the door.

Mariku chuckled madly as he walked down the street, " What so funny?" Marik questioned.

"You're trying to convince me you're not gay, then you go and do that face," Mariku chuckled, elbowing his twin in the stomach.

"I only did it to convince her," Marik pouted, "at least we'll be able to eat more," Mariku smirked, knowing he probably already won the argument. Bitch. "Oh, look we're here!" Marik pointed to the store. "Did you want to come in?"

"Not particularly," Mariku murmured.

"Ok, stay out here. I will probably be faster by myself," Marik smirked walking into his store before his brother could complain. His brother would stand around complaining the entire time and not have any idea of where anything was, and trying to shove everything not on the list in the basket. Mariku sat on the bench outside crossing his arms.

Marik quickly whizzed around the store, quickly grabbing everything he needed, he had been forced into shopping with Isis too often not to know where everything was. He was doing great timing, he would be home in no time. Maybe Mariku would want to play video games with him, they didn't really have many and hardly played them but at least it would pass time. He stood quietly at the counter as all the items were checked through, trying to decided how to carry them all home, Isis had written on the paper that they weren't allowed to use his motorcycle and neither of them could drive a car. Well Mariku could carrier the heavier things.

Marik spaced out, "sir?" the cashier asked worriedly as Marik continued to ignore her. Maybe he could convince Mariku to carry most of it home? He was the one to get it all, so it would be the least his brother could do. "Sir," the lady at the counter said again a little louder placing a hand on his shoulder.

Marik jumped, "Bloody Hell! Don't touch me!" he screeched, than he looked at the lady behind the counter. She was shivering, a smirk crept onto his face, "sorry, I kind of blanked out." Marik rubbed the back of his head apologetically. "How much?"

"Um, $56," she added shyly. Marik quickly grabbed the groceries and paid the girl.

"Marik?" a white haired boy rushed over, "it is you! I thought I heard your voice!" Ryou smiled happily.

"Ryou?" Marik decided to make sure he had the right twin, Ryou nodded, "and you heard me?" he added sheepishly, why did someone have to hear his sudden outburst. Well someone he knew. At least it was Ryou and not Bakura, wait was Bakura here as well, "is Bakura with you? Mariku's outside."

"Yep, brother is just in the other section," Ryou explained pointing to magazine section, "I don't think he's actually looking at anything." Ryou sighed, "so your brothers outside?"

"Yeah, we had to do the shopping for Isis and I left him outside because it would take fifty times longer if he helped. He would just follow me around and bug me to get everything except the things on the list." Marik rolled his eyes, Ryou seemed nice, he couldn't see why his brother didn't like him.

"Oh," Ryou was on the verge of giggling, "he's like a big child, Bakura can be like that too that's why I had him go look at something else, while I got what we needed. I'm sorry you got suspended," Ryou apologised again.

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing new," Marik laughed, it was nice just talking to Ryou. "Isis is annoyed about us missing work, but that's about it. I think she's kind of use to it by now." Marik smirked, "me and Mariku always get suspended, if it's not for one thing, it's for another."

"Same goes for Bakura," Ryou chuckled half heartedly, Marik stared at him it felt like he was leaving out an important detail, but he only really just met the guy so he wasn't going to try to get him just to open up straight way. "Anyway, is Isis your sister?" Ryou asked happily.

"Yes and Rishid is my adopted brother, he works as a police officer and Isis works at the museum," Marik smiled sweetly, "do you have any family? Wait that came out wrong! I mean except Bakura!"

"I have my father, though he's on a work trip at the moment," Ryou smiled sweetly, "my sister and mother died when I was little."

"Oh," Marik sighed he hadn't expected that.

"It's ok, where's your parents?" Ryou smiled sweetly throwing away the sadness that had been creeping onto his face, now hidden by a huge grin.

"Um, they're gone," Marik looked at Ryou hopefully, he didn't really want to go into it. "So, you live with just Bakura most of the time?"

"Yeah, its pretty nice," Ryou commented, Marik could feel how awkward it had gotten in a matter of moments. "Bakura doesn't really have any friends, but he's extremely protective of me," Ryou sighed, "I wish he would try to be nice to someone else."

"I know what you mean, me and Mariku have never had any friends, it's always just been us," Marik smiled happy with the subject change. "But I kind of like it like that, I don't think Mariku is interested in hanging out with anyone else anyway."

"Oh, I bet once he finds the right person he will be able to open up," Ryou stared at Marik.

Bakura peaked out from where he was hidden from the kids view, his brother didn't seem to be around, he must be alone. Perfect. Bakura smirked as he made his way over to the two.

"I thought I heard a girl screaming," Bakura smirked, "I see your brother's not here."

"He's outside," Marik said blandly, "and I don't sound like a girl…" Marik pouted thinking back to his earlier conversation with Mariku the other day. Did his outfit look too girly? The white haired boy was staring at him, Shit! what was he suppose to say! He stared at the dark brown eyes, they were staring back, they really shone on his pale skin and with his white hair, actually this was the first time he actually got to see the teen out of the school uniform. His eyes trailed down the teens lean figure, he wore a long blue and white horizontally striped shirt and a long black trench coat, even though it wasn't cold it suited him, and he had long jeans that buckled at his feet like he bought them and they were just too long.

"You like what you see?" Bakura's voice suddenly broke into the awkward silence, the other teen was staring at him now.

"No," Marik spat turning around with his arms crossed.

"So you were staring?" Bakura chuckled.

"In your dreams!" Marik spun around and stared the other teen in his eyes, his lilac eyes started to drift to his flat chest, NO! He made sure to keep them on his Albino's face.

"So, you're inferring I have dreams about you?" Bakura raised an eyebrow accusingly, "oh Marik."

"I don't really care what you dream about!" Marik complained, his face turning a deep red, "and frankly I don't want to know!"

"Then why are you blushing?" Bakura smirked, "but I suppose my dreams would be a bit much for your innocent ears."

"Your sick!" Marik moaned.

"I know," Bakura chuckled, "but you're just so much to mess with."

"Grrr," Marik rumbled, some words neither of the twins could understand, "asshole!" Finally a word they could understand.

"Why?" Bakura smirked, looking down at the blond teen.

"You keep twisting my words!" Marik barked, "you take everything the wrong way!"

"But that's because you make it so easy to do…" Bakura whined, "or maybe you want it like that? Oh, Marik, naughty, naughty Marik," Bakura waved his finger in the air.

"See that's what I mean!" Marik yelled, his face turning fifty times darker than before, "you keep taking everything I say and twisting it into your meaning!" Marik huffed.

"Well, stop making it so easy!" Bakura fought back childishly, the smirk not leaving his face as he leaned in closer to the other teens ear, "as I said maybe you want it to be like that?" Suddenly without warning Marik's hand flew back and went straight smack bang in Bakura's cheek sending tumbling a few steps back, his grin widened, "you even hit like a girl!" Bakura burst out laughing.

"Bakura!" Ryou intervened, "Marik, I'm sorry!" Ryou quickly bowed, even though he was British. "Marik, I was wondering what are you doing on the weekend?" Ryou asked suddenly.

"I think my sister wanted me and Mariku to do this thing for her," Marik stared at Ryou hopefully, he knew where this conversation was going and he definitely didn't want to go to their house.

"Oh, maybe we could help!" Ryou offered staring at Marik with hopeful eyes.

"We? Don't I get a say in this!" Bakura pouted.

"Come on! It's the least we can do Bakura," Ryou tried to reason.

"Oh, hey look its really fine, I can see you at school and stuff," Marik smiled awkwardly, "anyways, Ryou do you- wait never mind!" Marik decided to change his mind, he was planning on asking what Ryou thought about his outfit, but he released how gay that would make him sound.

"Go on," Ryou encouraged, Marik shook his head firmly. "Ok, so what about some time after school?"

Shit! Ryou was desperate to get him to come over! "Nah, I have to do stuff with Mariku and homework and stuff…"

"He can come to!" Ryou added excitedly, like that was what he had wanted the entire time.

"Um…No," Marik decided to just put a stop to Ryou's plans.

"What?" Ryou looked at Marik in disbelief.

"No," Marik stared him in the eyes, oh shit! He was going to cry! "it's not that we wouldn't love to! we're, um…still on punishment from the suspension with our sister and um…you know lots of school work and stuff and we only really just met and yeah," Marik rubbed his head as he continued to babble on and on excuses after excuses. Suddenly a small giggle erupted from Ryou. "Wait! What's so funny!"

"It's ok, I understand we've only really met the other day and all, I just really want to get to know you," Ryou smiled, "and your brother, but you're acting so sweet!"

"I'm not sweet!" Marik complained, "sweet sounds girly!"

"Well than it's a perfect name for you!" Bakura chuckled, "a girly name for a girly girl." He chanted.

"I'm not girly! I'm not gay! I'm not short! I'm not-" Marik stopped realising the girl at the counter was staring at him, oh shit! she probably heard their conversation! now she's going to think I'm all those things! Marik began to curse in ancient Arabic.

"Ok, Marik calm down," Bakura placed his hand on Marik's shoulder, and looked him in the eyes. Marik stared up at Bakura's eyes not seeming to be able to anything else, they seemed smoothing somehow. "I was just kidding around, ok…now go back to normal," Bakura continued to stare Marik into his soft eyes letting his hand sit on the Egyptian teens back, Marik flinched as Bakura's hand touched a certain spot on his back. Bakura made himself feel sick, why did he care so much for this other teen the only other person he would treat like this was Ryou, but why was he so concerned about Marik, suddenly he flinched again, remembering his hand on Marik's back. Bakura quickly moved it away from the spot but still kept it on the other boy, "look ok, I don't want you to be pissed and create a giant scene every time we talk, it's just what I do, now please go back to normal and stop whining like a little girl who didn't get a pony for christmas."

Marik smirked slightly, that was the Bakura he knew. Or kind of knew. He continued to stare at the other teen, unable to do anything else suddenly a tight hand pulled him back and he blinked up at the other Egyptian teen, "Mariku?" Marik looked at his brother in confusion, "Oh shit! the shopping!"

"Yeah, I got bored waiting outside sunshine, now come on!" Mariku hissed, latching into Marik's shoulder with one powerful hand and the other grabbing all the bags. "We're going!"

"I could drive you back!" Ryou offered seeing the pile of groceries stacked in his crushes arms. Mariku shot him a death glare before leaving the store with Marik in pull, still looking confused.

"What do you fucking think you were doing!" Mariku roared once around the corner, "why were you so close with that fucking rabbit!"

"Mariku! It wasn't like that!" Marik protested, "I got angry and he was just trying to calm me down! That's it!"

"Oh, so it wasn't your little boy crush then?" Mariku snarled, his voice filled with hate.

"I told you I'm not gay!" Marik protested.

"And I'm sane!" Mariku said a little calmer.

"Well than I'm crazy," Marik smirked slightly.

"Hmph, oh! ok crazy master," Mariku chuckled, "want to go rip of their heads?"

"Only if you do one too," Marik smirked at his brother.

"Sure, which one did you want the asshole or the innocent," Mariku questioned.

"I think I'll have the asshole, it'll just make it all the better," Marik nudged him brother, and they both started to laugh like crazy, he swore people were going to start thinking there was something seriously wrong with them as they ran down the street. Their laughter finally slowly down until it was non-existent, but they couldn't get the smirks off their faces. "I'm sorry if I took too long in the store." Marik decided to apologise as he turned up their street.

"It's alright," Mariku smirked, "I kind of over reacted, didn't I?"

"No, not at all," Marik said sarcastically, "perfect reaction!" shaking his ams in the air.

"Good! Your home!" Isis rushed to the door to check them over, "what took you so long! I was worried sick!"

"I told you they'd be fine," Rishid joined them at the crowded doorway.

"We just ran into some kids from school at the store," Marik avoided the fact that one of the kids was the reason they were suspended.

"Yeah, just 'some kids' " Mariku chuckled walking up the stairs taking one of the apples they just picked up. Isis looked at Marik, with wide eyes. He knew what she was thinking, that they were either just an excuse or they were like a girlfriend.

Marik rolled his eyes, "they were just some kids from school," Marik sighed, "nothing less, nothing more," Marik placed down the groceries and took an apple as well and started to head up to his room, maybe I should go see Mariku now? We could play video games or just sit around, we have school tomorrow so it would be our last free day and I can't let my grades slip, Isis would kill me!

Marik sighed walking to his brother's door, he raised his hand to knock, "it's open," came a voice so much like his but deeper, he twisted the door handle and opened the door, "hello brother, what brings you to my domain?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted to play a game or you know just hang out," Marik asked awkwardly, it felt weird such a normal sentence, but it was one he wasn't accustomed to.

"Hang out?" Mariku pondered, "sure…" he patted the other end of his bed. Marik's smirk grew as he made his way over to his brothers bed dodging broken glass and items he couldn't really name all that well. "Well, let's hang out," Mariku chuckled.

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Hope you liked it and it wasn't too bad…or boring. By the way I'm just posting a couple chapters to begin with, just to get the story started a bit more. Otherwise I will try to keep up with posting regularly. Sorry if anyone thinks I'm moving this story to fast.

Thankyou for reading…