Bakura stood at the entrance to Domino High, wearing a simple black t-shirt and black pants. He cast his gaze around, waiting for Marik to show up. He kept accidentally looking for a flash of blonde, before remembering that Marik was in his body.
And thinking of Marik made him think of last night.
Reading those journals . . . Learning about Marik's secrets . . . He frowned in thought, before he caught sight of the boy of his interests.
Marik was walking side-by-side with Ryou, though they most certainly weren't conversing. Ryou ran off, though, to talk to Melvin. Bakura frowned, wondering what on Earth Ryou would possibly have to talk to him about.
Then he noticed Marik's clothes. Marik had opted on a light blue shirt that almost rose up to show his stomach. He'd worn blue jeans, and Bakura's trade-mark black trenchcoat. The white haired boy made his way up to the waiting Bakura.
"Everything you own is friggn' blue!" Marik complained, though he had a slight smile on his features. He couldn't help but feel slightly greatful that Bakura had chosen something unembarrasing.
"Yeah, well everything you own is in some shade of purple, other then this," Bakura growled back, plucking at his shirt. His eyes shifted over to Ryou, then, who was laughing at something Melvin had said.
His eyes narrowed.
"Oh, relax," Marik said before pulling Bakura to his feet. "Ryou is just asking about some homework."
"That doesn't look like homework discussion."
"It's still none of your business."
Bakura glared. "I'm his brother! It is my business! And anyways, shouldn't you care about Ryou hanging out with Melvin," Bakura asked slyly. He guessed this was one way to get an answer out of Marik on whether or not he liked Ryou . . .
Marik gave him a confused look. "Why would I? Melvin wouldn't do anything in broad day light . . . Well . . . Aw, shit man! Bakura, now I'm worried!" He gave a scarlet eyed scowl to the boy before him. Bakura just laughed.
"He wouldn't do it," Bakura smirked. "Ryou's under my protection."
Marik rolled his eyes, and the two boys headed off to first period.
-(-o-)-
Bakura entered the locker rooms, ready for gym class. He looked at the bag that he now was carrying. He and Marik had swapped in first period, since Bakura was quite positive he and Marik weren't the same size.
For one thing, Bakura was shorter. Only slightly, but enough to make a difference in shirts and shorts. And he was skinnier, so his clothes wouldn't have fit Marik's body.
Staring at his black bag, he reached inside and pulled out the black shorts and purple t-shirt. Damn the Egyptian and his purple-loving self . . . He put his hands to his waist, ready to pull down his pants, when all of a sudden hands clamped onto his own, pinning them.
"What the he-" Bakura turned his head to see Marik there, crimson eyes squinted.
"Go into the bathroom stall," he hissed quietly, muttering into Bakura's tanned ear. Bakura glared, before jerking out of Marik's grasp. He slowly nodded, before scooping up his bag. He saw Ryou watching, a strange look on his face, before the whittete disappeared into his own stall.
Bakura made his way to the stalls, leaving Marik sitting their feeling awkward. Several boys were looking at him, curious looks on their faces. They were all probably wondering the same thing. Is Bakura gay?
Growling at them, he slammed his own stuff down, before pulling out black shorts and a red t-shirt. Marik arched a silver eyebrow at this break from character, before reaching to his pants. Their were only two stalls in the boys' locker room, and Marik had been trying to brace himself for this moment . . .
He thought he'd be scared to undress in front of other boys, but he found it quite easy. After all, this wasn't his body. It was like putting Bakura on display, and that wasn't nearly as scary. He got dressed, before feeling the big mass of hair hanging around his face.
Seeing Ryou exit the stall and head to the mirror to tie up his own hair, Marik quickly scuttled over to him.
"Hey, Ryou, do you have a rubberband I can borrow?" Marik asked, tilting his head. In the mirror, he could see he looked very un-Bakura like, and tried to fix his face.
"Sure . . ." Ryou said warily, before snapping off a hair tie from his wrist. He placed it in Marik's hand, before exiting the locker rooms. Marik saw Bakura disappear into the gym as well. He was getting slightly more used to seeing his body moving without him.
Tieing back the mess of white hair in a high ponytail, Marik trotted out after his friends.
Bakura saw him and scowled. Marik, who didn't notice, plopped down next to Bakura.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the blonde demanded, glaring at his hair.
"What do you mean?" Marik asked, quite innocent. Bakura angrily tugged at the silver ponytail, and Marik just laughed. "Oh, well, the hair was in my face so I moved it." He shrugged at Bakura's exasperated expression.
"It looks girly," Bakura snarled.
"I think it looks nice," Marik huffed, pushing back a few strands. Bakura struggled for words for a moment, before he just crossed his arms and grumbled. Marik grinned in victory.
Their coach came in, then, and told them to partner up for physical exams. Groans were heard all around the room, but were quickly silenced by the shrill sound of a whistle. Marik and Bakura automatically looked to each other, shared a silent nod of understanding, and got up, moving to their own place on a mat since the first test was sit-ups.
Marik cast a guilty look over his shoulder at Ryou, who was left sitting in the middle of the gym floor, partnerless. The coach had him join up with Yami, though, and the two teens took their spot a few places down from Marik and Bakura.
Sighing with relief that it wasn't within hearing range, Marik sat on the mat. He would be going first. Marik layed down on the mat, and Bakura knelt down in front of him, putting his hands over Marik's shoes to keep him from cheating.
The coach started the clock, and all over the room students were seen bobbing up and down. Bakura counted inside his head, but it was hard to focus. He kept looking at Marik.
His legs were spread, his face was flushed and his breathing was ragged. He kept muttering curse words as he went. And even though Bakura was staring at his own body, he had pretty vivid imagination.
His eyes kept traveling down to the body he occupied, just for small reminders on what the real Marik would look like. His tanned cheeks flushed, legs spreading wide as his golden hair stuck to his forehead. He wasn't muttering curse words in Bakura's imagination, though. Oh no, he was muttering something completely different. The only thing that didn't change was Bakura's position. No . . . This would be the perfect position for that . . .
Oh shit!
Bakura frowned downward as he realized he'd gotten hard just from thinking about that. Distraction, distraction. . . He thought desperatley. Bug Marik! That would be perfect! But he couldn't really do anything from this position could he? Well, he could but . . . What could he do to embarass the boy. . .
Then it came to him! That was his body after all . . .
Bakura poked Marik in the crotch. The silver haired boy let out a yelp, and accidently clapped his knees together, therefore trapping Bakura's hand. Bakura just smirked, before stroking Marik. Marik let out a little moan, before stopping, realizing what he was doing.
The coach saw them, then, and his eyes opened wide. "Touzouku! Ishtar!" He barked. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Bakura stopped moving his hand, and Marik sat there, trembling, his face flushed. His eyes darted about, and he saw everyone's attention had been drawn to them. Marik's gaze shot nervously over to Ryou, who was staring, his mouth sagging open.
What Ryou saw: Marik groping his brother.
What was really happening: Bakura was the biggest friggn' asshole in the world!
Bakura quickly removed his hand, before smiling innocently up at the coach.
"Why, I believe some refer to it as yaoi," the tanned boy chuckled. Marik stared at Bakura, completely voiceless. He couldn't bring himself to look away from Bakura's face. He couldn't believe this!
The coach growled. "I have no tolerance for that! Detention, for a week! Next time you do something like that, I'll get you expelled!" With that he stalked away, barking at the others to resume sit ups.
Ryou wasn't looking at them anymore, but Marik could see him shaking as he held down Yami. The albino wanted badly to hop up and comfort his friend, but he knew he couldn't do any good. Instead, he just decided to punch Bakura in the arm.
Bakura felt his arm go numb, before staring incredulously at Marik. "You just punched yourself?"
"And you just did something sick!" Marik hissed, glaring angrily at Bakura.
"Hey, I didn't hear you complaining," Bakura smirked, looking at Marik.
"That's because . . . Because . . . You were stroking down there!" Marik snarled defensivley before crossing his arms.
"Whatever. And you have no right to be mad," Bakura laughed. "It's my body. I'll whip out my dick sitting in the middle of this gym." He shrugged, and Marik gaped.
"W-Well then I can just pull out mine too!" Marik said in a superior tone, thinking he'd finally won this little spat.
"Oh, please do," Bakura grinned. "Then we can rub them together an-"
Marik let out a little screech, before clapping his hands over Bakura's mouth. Bakura could care less, though. He was having fun, and it helped him forget about thinking of Marik in a sexual way. No, this way was purely friendly, despite all the dirty jokes.
Marik was glaring at him though, so Bakura laughed before removing the pale hands.
"Oh, calm down. We're not holding a porno for this people without getting paid first!" Bakura said, grinning all the time. Even Marik broke into a smile as he said that.
"Well, whatever. Switch spots with me. You need to do your sit-ups."
"Yeah, yeah."
-(-o-)-
Marik entered the detention room, hands shoved into his black coat. Bakura brought up the rear, and they both made their way to seats. The teacher looking over them came in before looking at their detention slips. She saw what they had been sent to detention for, and cringed slightly.
"Okay . . . You're in here for an hour," the woman said, looking as if she didn't want to be anywhere near them. "You'll be scraping gum off of desks in the meantime. You can talk, for all I care." She reached over to her desk, and grabbed two scrapers. She passed them to the boys, before heading out of the room. Marik could see that she was out in the hallway, though, discussing something with another teacher.
Marik and Bakura exchanged looks, before they started flipping over desks.
"You know, this isn't my body. I could touch this gum and just laugh about it," Bakura grinned, before looking to his companion.
"Do that, and tomorrow I'll strip down naked and run all over campus screaming that I love brocest," Marik growled. Bakura gave a fake pout.
"Hey, mine was innocent." Bakura gave a sly grin. "You just want to talk about my naked body."
Marik rolled his eyes. "No."
"Hey, if you do decide to do that," Bakura said, flicking off a particularly stuck piece of gum., "tell me, and I'll join you."
"You really are a fan of brocest?" Marik laughed, raising his eyebrows as he scraped off some more gum.
"Psh, yeah. Why do you think Ryou and I are so close?" Bakura said, looking extremely serious. He and Marik burst into laughter a moment later, though.
Marik looked thoughtfully over at Bakura. "You know . . . You're no where near as bad as I thought you were."
Bakura paused at his scraping, before looking at Marik. "Really?"
Marik shrugged. "Yeah. I always kind of figured you'd be like Melvin but . . ."
"Well, I kind of thought you'd be an annoying, bitchy little faggot like Melvin said." Bakura replied, and he saw Marik stiffen. "I was wrong though . . . You're just as fun as Melvin, if you'd learn to loosen up a bit."
Marik looked at Bakura, before a smile broke out across his face. "Actually," Marik coughed slightly, before fiddling with the scraper. "I'm having more fun with you then I ever had with Ryou. I know that's awful, and Ryou's been my friend forever but . . ." Marik stared at the ground, looking slightly confused.
Bakura was surprised, but he just went back to scraping. They cracked small little jokes the rest of the time, both silently agreeing that they didn't need to bring that conversation up again.
-(-o-)-
Bakura entered the Ishtars' home, and saw Melvin sitting on the couch.
"Dad already left," Melvin muttered, before pulling out his phone and texting someone. Bakura saw from the door that it was Ryou he was texting. Feeling anger bubbling in his stomach, Bakura turned away from Melvin.
He stormed back to Marik's room, and entered it. He shook out the pallet, before sitting down. Without even really thinking about it, his hand was reaching out, gripping the journal. Flipping open to the last page he'd read, he resumed reading.
We've moved to Domino City. It's strange, but not in a bad way I guess. We're starting school soon. I've never been, but it's certainly interesting. Daddy still hits me sometimes, but at least Melvin is talking to me again.
However, when daddy gets mad, Melvin goes away, and he leaves me alone. For some reason, daddy likes to hit me more. I think it's cuz I was closest to mommy. And with my long hair I look more like her. Melvin's hair is too spiky, and he's to manly to be thought of as mommy.
Bakura frowned as the entry ended. Turning the page, he saw his name in the next one...
Today we started school. It's not bad, but I don't really like it all that much. None of the other kids can read and write. However, this one boy talked to me, and I liked him. He was nice.
He's strange though. His skin is like the color of clouds, and so is his hair. He's a twin like me and Melvin are. His twin looks just like him, too, but he has these really red eyes the color of stones that I sometimes saw on the statues of the Gods.
The one that talked to me was Ryou Touzouku. His name is funny. I told him I thought so, but he told me that he thought mine was wierd. It's strange how things work, isn't it journal?
Ryou kept asking questions about my scars though, and that makes me nervous. Melvin says nobodys is supposed to know about daddy hitting me. I hope Ryou doesn't ask anymore . . .
Bakura sighed, remembering that day all to well . . .He fiddled with the pages, before turning them over. Marik's handwriting was slowly getting better.
Dear journal, I'm sorry I haven't written, but nothing's happened really. I'm six now, though. So are Ryou and Bakura. Since the last time I've written, Ryou and I have become good friends, and Melvin and Bakura now hang out with each other. They like to tease Ryou, but they usually leave me alone. I think that's cuz of Melvin, cuz Bakura doesn't seem to like me much.
I don't care. Bakura's a big poo-head anyways.
Bakura smirked at the childish insult.
Daddy's been hitting me more and more, but I've gotten used to it. Melvin and me still get along okay, though we're not as close as we once were cuz Melvin got backhanded because of me.
Anyways, Ryou had a birthday party not to long ago, in September. He and Bakura have the same birthday, but they have different parties. I didn't go to Bakura's though.
Ryou was so happy, and I gave him a bouncy ball. It was the only toy I had, since I couldn't afford a new one. I'm sure he didn't really like, and Bakura made fun of me for it. I'd never wanted to hit somebody so bad in my life.
Bakura felt something like guilt picking at him.
Melvin found a quarter on the ground somewhere, and won a plastic spider ring out of a machine thing. He gave it to Ryou, who got scared. After a minute he got over it though, cuz me and Bakura showed him it wasn't real. Then he put it on, thanking Melvin. Melvin was to busy laughing though . . .
I think that's all that's happened. Other then that, I've gotten stronger here lately. Maybe it's from daddy hitting me so much, but I think it's also because I've started doing exercise. I'm mostly doing it because I want to protect Ryou.
He's my one true friend, and while Bakura can protect him sometimes, he's not always there. So when bullies start picking on Ryou, I can stop them, and if they try to hit them, I can beat them up instead.
That's all for now. I'll try to write more often, journal.
Bakura closed the book, and set it in the shoebox. He stretched out his body and yawned a little. So he'd been mean to Marik when he was younger . . . But the boy had already admitted that he liked Bakura's company a little bit more to Ryou's.
Grinning slightly, Bakura ignored the pain in his back and rolled over, slipping into sleep.
-(-o-)-
Did anybody ever notice that Bakura is almost always made to be taller in fanfictions, but yet he's shorter then Marik in the anime/manga? . . . . Hm . . . Ah well.
Oh, this chapter is inspired because I had to scrape gum off of desks during class. Lol, and I wanted Bakura and Marik to have detention together.
I literally sat in school a whole day and was pondering over what they could do to get into detention, and for some reason the whole scene with Bakura poking Marik in the crotch came to mind . . . I don't even know anymore, to be honest . . .
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I can't think of a question today, so~
Please review and all that stuff!
Seeya!