Palace Rebel!

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Chapter Four

Fight Back

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"Hey little shit!" Ryou moaned as the bigger teen jumped on him, he was kind of getting use to the wake up calls now though. He had only been here three nights but the wake up call in the morning seemed to be a normal thing.

"Get off asshole," he still hated the rude swearing

"Get up!" Mariku bounced on his more

Ryou smirked, he liked having the other teen around

even if he knew

that if the other teen knew him

the real him

he wouldn't act like this

he would kill him

but he liked having this Mariku rebel around, he was fun and he treated him as an equal. A friend.

"Why!?" Ryou moaned again, he still wasn't very bothered to get up. He had never had to get up in the palace, not early at least…unless his father wanted him

he couldn't say no to his father

no matter what

what he said went

Well not anymore, he was free!

"I want to go out!" the other moaned as if the prince should of already known, "everyone is bloody sleeping! Get up! Get up! Can you hear me ass hole!"

"Ok, I'm bloody getting up," Ryou moaned pushing the teen half heartedly and sitting up, "just get off me!"

Mariku smirked getting off this Bakura, he still wasn't convinced he was Bakura but the longer he stayed…the more he believed it was Bakura

Ryou stood up weakly and combed his fingers through his hair he still wanted to look nice, he clutched his necklace tightly as he went up to the other teen, "are you going to get changed? You haven't changed since you got here?"

"Um…" Ryou looked down at his outfit, the room was kind of private…but the door didn't lock, he didn't want anyone walking in while he got changed

he didn't want them seeing his branding

his necklace

his scars

they covered his pale skin, little cuts

it was painful to look at them himself, he didn't want others to look at it

He couldn't image how painful it would be to have them staring

"I'm fine in this bloody outfit," he said weakly

"Just bloody get changed and stop being such a girl," Mariku chuckled, "we already have Marik for that."

"I don't want too!" Ryou fought but was stopped as the other teen walked up too him and lifted his shirt

"Let go of your necklace," Mariku ordered

Ryou slowly released, and looked at his slightly red hand…the spikes had poked through his shirt and into his hand

"You should stop doing that," Mariku finished taking off the other teens shirt, he watched as Ryou shivered. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked nervously at the ground, "you seem nervous Kura?"

"No," Ryou shook his head firmly

"No your not nervous?" Mariku smirked chuckling slightly, his brother was still fast asleep in the next room he didn't want to wake him, "or no your not going to stop hurting your hand?"

"Um…" Ryou didn't really know how to respond, "both?"

Mariku looked at the pale teen standing awkwardly in front of him, he changed so easily…he seemed like Bakura one minuet and the next…he didn't even know who he was "both?"

"Well I'm not going to stop doing what I please because you told me too!" he protested, "I'm not a little kid anymore! and I'm not nervous! I just don't bloody like you removing my shirt all the time!"

"Hmmm?" Mariku stared at the teen curiously, "ok," he smirked, that was more of the Bakura he knew…not exactly, but still

Ryou flinched slightly as the other teen threw him a white draggy shirt, it was patched but it was different to anything he owned at the palace and he loved it, "come on ass," Mariku chuckled as the teen quickly pulled on the top and quickly hugged his necklace before standing next to the other teen, "I just wanted to walk around town today…you know meet the people?"

"Meet them?" Ryou gulped, what if someone recognised him? he was safe as long as the rebels thought he was Bakura…but the towns people, what would happen if they caught him? "I think we should stay mostly out of sight…"

"Hm?" Mariku was already dragging the pale teen into the sunlight

Ryou stared around the town the streets were crowded

he had never seen so many of his subjects

he was happy to mingle among them

"Did you hear the prince is missing?"

whispers were spreading though

about him

"Shit!" Ryou gasped as he pulled Mariku around the corner

"What?" Mariku growled as he was shoved around the corner, he didn't like getting pushed around

"Thats-thats Rishid-kun!" Ryou stared as the tanned teen walked past the dark alley, his face had a tattoo over half his face and a black pig tail on the back of his head…the words were in Arabic or something on his face, "I can't let him see me!"

"Why not?" Mariku huffed as his brother walked past

"Um…" Ryou needed to say something quickly, sugar! what was he meant to say! "I robbed the palace remember?" Ryou decided on, yes…that would have to do for now and the blond teen seemed to be considering this reason

"Ok," Mariku nodded, "your such an idiot sometimes," he chuckled. "You shouldn't of gone that big, you know we only do what we do to survive and thats all…you shouldn't try such risky things"

"It was spur of the moment," Ryou fibbed

he had planned it

weeks of planning

mapping

creating possible out comes

he had planned every thing…except being mistaken for this Bakura teen

He hadn't seen that coming

He hadn't planned for this Mariku

Marik

The rebels

He hadn't planned any of that

"Hey?" Mariku broke into his chain of thought, "lets go get ice-cream you ass."

"Sure ass," Ryou smiled, he was pleased the other teen wasn't pushing

Ryou smiled squeezing through the busy streets with the blond haired teen, he felt safe with him

no one was looking at him for once

at least not how they normally would

no judgement in their eyes

looking at him just like any other two kids walking up the street

he smiled happily, he was finally equal with his people and he loved it

he never understood why his father refused to share

they had so many riches

but he refused to share them

Why?

but as he walked along the streets

no one was staring at him like he was any better

he was the same as the next guy

finally

Mariku had a tight grip on his wrist, it bugged him slightly…only slightly

it reminded him of the chains and cuffs

why?

Mariku stopped in a slight clearance as he noticed the white haired teens nervous attribute to him holding his wrist

"What's wrong with you?" he snarled, "your acting weird about me grabbing your wrist?"

"Nothing," Ryou looked down, "it just brings painful memories or punishment…they still hurt slightly…"

Mariku looked down at the hand in his and opened his to just let the pale hand sit… "are those cuff marks? Bakura? were you in jail?"

"No," Ryou shook his head, "kind of…you know what just stay out of my bloody business and personal life!" Ryou snapped angrily snatching away his wrist, but his face was just red and puffy.

Mariku smirked he only had one word for his friends face

cute

"It's ok master thief," he chuckled, "we all get caught now and then! is that why you've been acting funny!?"

"Yes," Ryou decided it would be better to agree and just blame it on that…his supposedly weird behaviour…he wished he knew how to act…how Bakura acted? He only knew his brother slightly before he left, but he still wasn't sure if they thought he was his brother or another Bakura

"Come on," Mariku chuckled, "I know just the thing!"

Ryou gulped as the other teen lead him through town again, they stopped in front of a pub…first thing he wasn't old enough to drink…secondly he couldn't drink, it was wrong

"Drink up," Mariku smirked, "it use to always make you feel better," the tanned teen passed a glass of brownish mucky liquid over to him

"It's not drugged this time?" Ryou asked staring blankly at the other teen

"Nope," Mariku chuckled picking up the cup and taking a sip, "not drugged!"

"Um, ok?" Ryou picked up the cup and begun drinking it. The liquid burned down his throat, but this Bakura drank…than so did he! He had too! It got better the more he drank, it was an interesting flavour…nothing he had ever tasted before

"Better?"

"What ever ass hole," Ryou shoved the other teen playfully. He just hoped the other teen wouldn't order any more, he didn't think he would be able to handle it…he was having trouble handling the one

Mariku's tanned lips turned into a smirk as Bakura drunk the rest, he seemed a bit tipsy…but he was acting a bit more normal, he was happy he could steal the teen before his brother woke up…actually it seemed as if the other teen didn't like Marik's clinginess. He seemed really awkward at any soft touch or normal gentle touch.

"Hey Ass," Mariku grunted, "are you avoiding Marik?"

"No," Ryou answered plainly, looking at his hand…it looked blurry or maybe he just hadn't looked at it properly before

He stared at the pale teen curiously, he was staring at his hand like he hadn't realised he had it until now…was the alcohol taking affect in his friend so soon? Odd, it normally took much longer. Even though his friend was acting weird he kind of liked him like this, though he didn't think it would be wise to give him anymore drinks

Should he take the other teen away before he did something? Stupid? He placed his hand on his friends shoulder softly and was surprised when the other teen jumped at the light touch and guarded his head protectively, "um?" He didn't know what was up with the white haired teen, he seemed more jumpy, "what happened when you were caught?" he chuckled removing the pale arms from in front of the white haired teen

"Nothing," Ryou let the other teen lower his arms from the protective position he had placed them in

"When are you just going to act normal again?" Mariku growled, "just grow up already!"

Ryou looked at this supposedly friend Mariku

or at least he was Bakura's friend supposedly

Bakura…

"I have to go," Ryou stood up suddenly and walked out the door

the streets were still crowed and he had to squish to get anywhere

he ducked, swerved and slithered between the towns people

he found an alley way and slunk into it

he sunk slowly to the ground and balled up

he hugged his knee's tightly and let his white hair cover his face

he was still surprised he had not been beaten for

saying his brothers name

leaving the palace

pretending to be be a rebel

actually being the prince they hated

Who had he been kidding!

He couldn't do this…

He had screwed up! He should of stayed home!

He loved being out in his town

with his people

but…he couldn't be this Bakura

It was too hard

He sobbed hugging his knee's tighter, maybe he should turn himself over to the guards…he didn't want to hurt Mariku, or Marik…he liked the other teens too much, but if they

when they figured out who he was, it would be gone…they wouldn't like him any more

they would know he lied

tricked them

used them

he didn't want them too know, he would just be able to go back to being the hidden prince

his father was sure to keep him locked up for his actions

he wouldn't be aloud out for ages

but then, they would never be able to see him again

they wouldn't know

"Hey asshole," a gruff voice spoke, he looked up at the painting teen above him, "it took me for bloody ever to find you! Seriously crying in an alley way Kura? How you've changed…"

"Mariku," Ryou looked up at the other teen with wide brown watery eyes, he whipped away the tears which had already started spilling out of his eyes, "I should go…" he didn't want the other teen to come close to him again, "don't follow me."

"No," Mariku snarled latching onto the pale boys wrist as he got up to leave again, "your not bloody leaving until you give me a damned reason!"

"No," Ryou tried to snatch his wrist back, "I don't have to bloody explain myself! I just need to go!"

"No you don't," Mariku snarled slamming the other teens back to the wall and pinning both his hands on either side of his head, "break out if you can little thief~"

"Mariku!" Ryou blushed deeply at the closeness of the other teen, "get off me!" he wiggled hopelessly, how was he ever meant to return to the palace with this teen around!? He seemed to corner him every time…though did he want too?

Return to the palace that is

"No~ Make me," Mariku smirked as the pale teen squirmed helplessly, he had always been stronger in that aspect than Bakura…though he usually put up more of a fight

Ryou puffed up his cheeks

He knew he had no chances of making the teen move using strength

He looked down slightly, but the other teen forced him to look up again

He growled angrily, was this some punishment? Had he failed a test? Well than again it didn't really hurt, mostly just awkward

Awkward?

he smiled as an idea to make the teen move, he would make it awkward…but for this Mariku rebel instead of him, though should he?

He had always been told to follow rules

Not to fight back

Even if he thought it was right or wrong

He just stood there limply, he couldn't fight back

Not then

and defiantly not now

Maybe this is why he was the hidden prince?

He would never be able to do anything…people would look at him with such judgement but if they ever threatened him or told him something, he wouldn't be able to fight back

He couldn't

"Bakura," the other teen purred, "why won't you fight back?~"

"I can't," Ryou mumbled

"What? I couldn't hear you," Mariku gripped onto the other teen tighter

"I can't ok!" Ryou practically yelled, "I can't fight back! Even if your wrong!"

Mariku seemed to release him at that, he stared at the pale teen with confused lilac eyes…Bakura had never said anything like that…he had never acted like that… "What the hell is wrong with you!" Mariku growled throwing the pale teen to the ground

"I don't know!" Ryou sniffed sitting up off the ground a bit and dusting his white hair, "I can't be who you want me to be! I can't do it!"

"Bakura," the other teen latched onto his arm and pulled him up, "I want you to be Bakura…be yourself, just stop acting stupid! I don't care if you've changed! Just you can turn into such a different person in the matter of seconds!"

"Well excuse me!" Ryou snapped, "I'm sorry! That I'm not the same as you remember! That I can't live up to your dumb expectations!"

"Expectations," Mariku chuckled, "I have none…it is no fun or use having them, you should know this…Bakura, just stop bloody running away! I think we should go, back home I mean," Mariku started to leave as Ryou stared after him, unsure if he should follow

was the other teen leading him into a trap

was he going to kill him

did he know who he was?

"You coming ass?" Mariku looked back at the white haired teen who nodded feebly

even if those were true…if he did know

if he had those things planned

he wouldn't be able to stop them anyway

He followed the tanned teen quietly through town back to the underground hide out

Kids stared at them as they returned

"Hey Bakura," one of the teens said suddenly coming closer, he had tricoloured hair…sugar! It was the kid glaring at him when he first arrived, "what not going to look at me?" he huffed

"Leave him alone Yami," Mariku grumble pushing the other teen, Yami out of the way and latching onto Ryou's wrist and taking him quickly to where they lived

"I just wanted to ask the asshole a question!" Yami yelled after them throwing his arms in the air, Bakura was never this quiet…he normally would be out boasting about some random thing he did. Even if it was something lame

"You really should talk more Kura," Mariku gruffed shoving him into a room, but it wasn't the one he had been sleeping in…he glanced around the extremely similar room, it had two beds though and Marik was on one of them staring at him with wide curious lilac eyes

"This isn't my room," Ryou stared at the bigger teen who had shoved him in here

"I know, but does it matter?" Mariku raised an blond eyebrow, Ryou shook his head…it didn't really matter, No. "Ok, but I don't know what's up with you yet? Why your acting so strange, but until I know I don't want Yami or any other rebels speaking with you."

"Why brother?" Marik stared at his brother in confusion

"Because," he stared at Ryou blankly, "I said so."

"Maybe I want to go talk with everyone!" Ryou spat angrily, he wanted to meet more people, "why do I have to do as you bloody say! I'm leaving!" he got up and stormed to the door and huffed walking out and too the entrance and shuddered slightly under the suns rays but continued

He froze as someone place there hand on his shoulder, probably Mariku. "I told you I bloody going out!" Ryou growled turning around only to freeze under the deep purple gaze of the tricoloured haired teen, his hair was spiked into three spikes, black, outlined with a pinky red and they yellow spikes running up each of the bigger spikes and a blond fringe type thing, he wasn't even sure how some one could make their hair so perfectly spiked, he quickly pulled his shoulder out of the other teens grip and stormed off…the other teen didn't follow

"Oh! and Bakura," the teen yelled after him, "we will have to talk soon!"

Ryou stormed into the streets pushing past crowds of people, he sighed as he realised once again he was lost…in his own city

"Hey kid?" a voice came from an alley way, he eyed over to who it was, "Bakura right?"

"Huh?"

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