Woo! I finally updated this! I changed the ending of this one because I wanted the relationship to grow gradually. Not to mention, for those who have suffered through a hard break up, you know it's not so easy to forgive the other person or trust people but you really do try.

The weekend came and went just as quickly as the week before it had. It didn't take long for Marik's classmates to figure out that the spiky haired blond was single. From Friday on, Marik found thousands of gifts and such sitting outside his doorstep. It got so bad that he couldn't even walk through his front yard. Odion and Malik weren't surprised, but Marik and Ishizu didn't know who they were from and why they were there. They had to clean off the porch, so a lot of it they put in Marik's room seeing as it was all for him. The rest was thrown out because it had no other place in their home.

Marik got up Monday morning and got ready for school, packing extra clothes in his bag for good measure. Who knew what could happen today? He went outside, strapped his book bag to his and Malik's bike and got on. "Come on Malik! We're going to be late again!"

"Coming!" Malik shouted.

"Already? Didn't know I was that good." Marik grinned at his own answer.

Malik got out there and smacked Marik upside the head. "You're one sick fuck, you know that?"

"Mmm… For you, I could be." Marik licked his lips and Malik snorted, getting on the bike behind Marik and shaking his head.

"Let's get to school you fucking sicko." Marik chuckled and looked back at him.

"Malik, where's your school bag?" Marik asked, starting the bike up. Malik grumbled and went back into the house and came back out with his school bag. He strapped it up with Marik's and got on behind the broader Egyptian.

They arrived at school and Marik parked the bike, grabbing his bag as Malik grabbed his own. Marik turned the alarm system on and tossed the keys to Malik. "You get to drive home."

Malik looked at Marik and grinned. "Cool. See you at lunch." The prissy blond skipped off happily, making Marik cock a brow at his brother.

"That boy should have been born a girl." He said, heading up the stairs where his locker was. He got to his locker and blinked. Behind the clutter of white envelopes, Marik couldn't even see his locker. He began picking the envelopes off and sighed when he saw they were layered over one another and it could possibly take a while to get through all these.

By the time he got to his locker, he had about a hundred letters and Marik simply feared for how many he'd find in his locker. He opened the metal door and everything that wasn't his school stuff fell completely out. It spanned across the hallway tiled flooring. Marik put the envelopes in his hand into his school bag and began cleaning up the mess his locker made. He put his school bag in his locker and stacked everything else in it neatly. He shut the door and went to the locker room, where he had to change his clothing and into his PE clothes. Well PE shorts, he never wore a shirt during PE unless they were outside.

Marik began stripping himself of his clothing. That's when he saw that kid again. The one with the fluffy, short, white hair and the red cloak. "…" Marik shrugged it off and finished getting his pants off. He pulled on his PE shorts and his running shoes. He bent down and tied his shoes onto his feet tightly. As he did so though, he felt warmth on his back and the hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention. He looked over his shoulder and there stood the cloak guy. "…Can I help you somehow?"

The male licked his lips and smirked a bit. "Maybe, Cutie. You have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?"

Marik eyed him for a moment, obviously suspicious. "I really don't see how that's any of your business."

"Just curious… With an ass like that, I'd be careful." The stranger purred out huskily. As Marik took off his shirt, the scars made the young man's eyes widened. "…The pharaoh's prophecy…?" He whispered, reaching forward and gently touched the skin.

Marik tensed and swung around swiftly, too quickly to realize how close the other was to him and their lips locked. Their eyes both were wide and Marik and the other didn't know how to react in the least. The one with white hair smirked against the shocked blonde's lips and easily pressed his tongue inside of Marik's mouth.

How delicious Marik tasted, the buffer of the two could not help but moan into the other's mouth, his tongue robbing Marik's mouth of safety, freeing Marik from the ever-lasting taste of the pharaoh and replacing it with a sweet intoxicating taste making his face flush and as he began to give into it, he pushed the other away and spit out saliva and looked at him, glaring a death.

"Fucking bastard. Stay the fuck away from me! What the fuck is your problem?" Marik spat at him. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

The other simply smirked and began walking away. "I'm God, but you can call me Akefia Tozouku, the great Theif King." With that said, he left with a small, charming wave over his shoulder, not even bothering to look back at Marik.

Marik was seething in anger and slammed his locker shut. Thank Ra for P.E. and a good release of stress, because this spiky haired blonde needed it and badly.

After P.E., Marik showered quickly, applied his deodorant and got dressed before racing to his next class. He got in the room and went to his seat only to see the two people he had no desire to be by. What's worse was that they both smirked when Marik entered the room. He knew he should just leave, but that would be a shot to his pride so he stood there for a minute or two before heading to his seat and glaring at Akefia, whom smirked from Marik's own seat.

He couldn't believe his rotten luck and glared at the white haired one. "Get the fuck out of my seat you asshole." Marik didn't have the energy to deal with him or the pharaoh.

Akefia scooted over one seat and patter Marik's seat for Marik to sit by him. The Egyptian simply rolled his eyes and sat down, anger seeping off of his skin. That's when the pharaoh decided to sit on his other side. Well, fuck me sideways with a fucking plastic knife Ra. He thought, glaring forward. If he hadn't been so pissed off, he'd have felt sorry for the females in front of him whom squeaked and ran out of his path of vision.

"Marik?"

Marik snorted and glared at him, "No," his answer was swift and filled with venom; even Akefia thought it was cold. As the pharaoh's face dropped, Marik growled and glared harder. "What do you want?"

"To say I'm sorry." The tri-haired male looked sincere, but Marik simply laughed coldly at him in the most unforgiving way.

"You? Sorry? HA! I've never heard something so funny in my life! Don't think that I'm going to forgive you, now or ever. Don't think I'll ever take you back either. To me, you're like a bitch in heat." Marik smirked at Yami, who looked horribly offended. He stood and stormed off.

Akefia looked at Marik, whom apparently had a chip on his shoulder, and blinked. "Dude… What was that about?"

Marik shrugged. He had no desire to speak to this man anymore. He'd admit he was damn sexy and if it weren't for his pride and self respect, he'd have jumped his bones in a second. As it was, he'd made the mistake of being a dickhead to him the first time they really spoke to one another.

Akefia snorted. "Why would you even ever date someone who looked like Atem…?" He made the most disgusted face Marik had ever seen on someone elses face.

Marik turned to look forward again. "…He was my best friend. Heh… Guess no one can be trusted… Except Mali-chan…" He smiled a little, lovingly, his eyes thoroughly softened and warm.

Akefia blinked. Who is Mali-chan…? She sounds beautiful. If only he knew the truth about who this mysterious 'Mali-chan' was. If only he knew the it was really Marik's brother.

When Marik said a bitch in heat, he did mean the dictionary term meaning "Female dog".