Ryou walked down the sidewalk on his way to school while keeping an eye out for Marik. Bakura had said something about needing a little bit more time, and had told Ryou to go on alone without him.
The fact that Bakura had gone shopping until late last night did not help ease Ryou's fears. He quickly got over it, however, as he saw blonde hair sticking out from around the corner.
"Marik!" Ryou cried, before dashing forward. A smile lit up his face as he prepared to hug his best friend. However, when the blonde bit of hair walked out to reveal a body, Ryou quickly rethought his plan of action.
The whittete swiftly dug his heels into the ground and slowed down his walk just in time before running straight into Melvin. The elder Ishtar smirked down at him.
"Well, hello, creampuff," Melvin smirked, before shoving his hands in his pockets. "What brings you down this path of destruction?"
Ryou stammered for a moment as he felt heat rush to his cheeks. "Oh, w-well I just thought I'd meet Marik on the way here so . . ." Ryou's words quickly failed him as he stared up at Melvin.
"Ah, yes. The little faggot's just running a bit slow this morning. He's just collecting his books now." Melvin snorted and his eyes rolled. "Damn bitch takes to long."
"Shut your ass up!" A voice commanded, and Ryou and Melvin quickly turned to see Marik aproaching.
"Hullo, Marik!" Ryou squeaked happily, while bouncing on his toes and waving his hand. Melvin arched an eyebrow, before chuckling softly.
"When did you grow some balls, little brother?" Melvin sneered, but Marik just flipped him the bird before scanning his gaze around.
"Where's. . . Where's Ish. . . I mean Bakura?" Marik asked, looking pointedly at Ryou.
"What's wrong?" Melvin smirked. "Last night's wet dreams weren't enough?" Ryou looked confused as Marik's face flushed from the statement. The shorter of the Ishtar's quickly stormed past his brother, and didn't say another word to him.
"Where is your brother?" Melvin questioned as he and Ryou followed after the receding Marik.
"Oh, well, I don't really know," Ryou said, fiddling with his fingers as he walked next to Melvin. "He just said he needed some extra time, is all." The whittete then instead focused in on Melvin as they quickly approached the school building.
-(-o-)-
Marik made his way down the street, a smirk on his face. Oh, Bakura would pay. That damned fluffy albino would pay dearly. Marik was quite the vengeful person, if only Bakura knew.
Well, Marik chuckled, I suppose he'll know here soon enough.
-(-o-)-
Bakura sat on the stairs to the school building as he ran his hands through his blonde hair. He kept scanning his gaze around for a flash of white. The only white haired person he was seeing, though, was Ryou, who was hurrying into the school buidling. Bakura quickly averted his gaze, and didn't see Melvin walking close behind.
"Dammit Ishtar, where the hell are you?" Bakura grumbled.
"Oh my God!" Bakura heard a girl squeal next to him. She and her friends stood up on tip toe to look downwards at something. Bakura cast them an irritated look. Couldn't girls shut up for once?
"Isn't that Bakura Touzouku?" One of the girls yelped, and Bakura quickly lurched to his feet to see what the hell they were looking at. His eyes searched everywhere, before they found their target.
Bakura felt his stomach drop and his mind shut down.
Marik was sashaying across the sidewalk, with his white hair tied back in a pink ribbon. He was wearing a short pink skirt that only just barely fit school rules. It was matched by a pink tanktop, and stilletos. A purse swung from Marik's wrist as well, along with several bangles, each a different color of the rainbow.
And, as Marik neared, Bakura could see that he had applied make-up of some sort around his eyes and lips. His cheeks were also painted with some type of blush. Marik finally stopped in front of Bakura, jutted his hip out, and smirked. Bakura could see lip gloss shimmering on his lips.
"Marik. . . What . . . How. . ." Bakura's words seemed to be failing him as he stared at his body dressed up like some sort of super Barbie. Marik just twirled around a little, before striking a pose with one foot and his hands in the air.
"Don't you like it Bakura?" Marik grinned, before running a tongue over his lips.
"I. . . ." Bakura was slowly gaining control of his senses, and was slowly growing angrier and angrier. "YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Bakura exploded, before grabbing Marik's wrist. He heard the bangles clank together as Marik let out a small yelp. Bakura ignored this though, and dragged the albino drag-queen away from the populated areas of school.
He didn't stop until they reached the back part of school where nobody was. Panting from anger, he whirled on Marik with clenched teeth. And the boy still had that damned grin!
"Why the hell did you do this!" Bakura demanded, before curling his hands into fists. More then anything he wanted to pummel the boy till he was a bloody pulp. "And where the hell did you get all this?"
"To answer your second question," Marik said, before pulling his hand from Bakura's grasp. "I bought it with your money. Don't worry, though. This was all only five bucks. I went to one of those places that has that five dollars if you can fit it all in one bag deal."
Bakura's chest heaved as he slowly reined in his anger. It'd only costed him five bucks. And his reputation. But, the problem with that was, that Bakura liked his bad ass reputation!
"Well, why the fuck did you do it in the first place?" Bakura demanded, glaring angrily up into Marik's crimson eyes. The boy merely snorted, before pushing some white bangs from his forehead.
"I dunno, maybe because you touched my dick!" Marik yelled, finally showing an emotion other then smug satisfaction.
"Touched your. . . What?" Bakura yelped. There wasn't any possible way that Marik could know about last night! So what the hell did the boy mean? Bakura still fidgeted though, and took a step back.
"I got a text from Melvin last night," Marik sneered. "It said 'Marik's jacking off to your name'. Sound familiar? I mean, really Bakura? That's a little bit to narcissistic, even for you!" Marik glared, and Bakura fought to keep control over his face. He quickly put the mask of no emotion on, and leveled his gaze with Marik's.
"So that's why you did all this? Even without proof?" Bakura stayed calm on the outside, but he was grinning like a maniac on the inside. Marik opened his mouth to argue, but quickly shut it. He seemed indecisive for a moment, before tapping his fingers along his chin.
Bakura glared at the fact that Marik had even painted his nails that atrocious feminine color.
Marik sighed, before glaring at Bakura. "Seeing as I don't know whether it's true or not, I suppose I'm just going to have to wear this for the rest of the day." Marik smirked, before plucking at the skirt.
Bakura growled.
"By the way," Marik chuckled, before walking past Bakura, making sure to sway his hips, "we're going camping over fall break."
"Wait, what?" Bakura demanded, before chasing Marik down the hall.
-(-o-)-
Ryou frowned at the note on the door for his first period. It said they'd be going to the gym today, and that there'd be no work. Sighing, the whittete quickly moved to the gymansium. He moved to a far off corner, before sliding down to his bum and pulling out a book.
He sat there for about fifteen minutes, blissfuly undisturbed, until he felt a ball smack him roughly in the face. He let out a small cry, before dropping his book and staring at the basketball that was now in his lap.
"Hey, creampuff!" A voice Ryou recognized all to well yelled. And, sure enough, Melvin appeared before him, blonde hair just as crazy as ever. Sweat was dripping down his face, as he bent down one knee and grabbed the ball from Ryou's lap.
Ryou squeaked a little, before looking up at Melvin. "M-Melvin? I didn't know you had gym this period."
"I didn't know you had it either," Melvin smirked, before tucking the ball under his arm.
"Oh, I don't we're just here since. . . Well I don't really know why. . ." Ryou mumbled as he fidgeted with his book.
"Ah, that would be why there's so many kids here today. . ." Melvin mused, before looking at Ryou. "Well, why the hell are you all alone in a corner over here reading?" Melvin snorted. "Get your pale ass up and do something!"
"Oh I. . ." Ryou blushed, "I get sick and tired really easily so. . . I'm not supposed to do sports. . ."
Melvin rolled his eyes, before reaching down and grabbing Ryou's hand. He pulled the boy up, despite his protests, before shoving Ryou's book inside of his bag. Then, Melvin dragged him into the court.
Ryou squealed as several boys ran past, and quickly clung to Melvin. He grimaced as he felt the sweat soaking through Melvin's t-shirt. Melvin looked down at the whittete, before laughing loudly.
"C'mon, creampuff! Don't be such a girl!" Melvin smacked Ryou on the ass, before handing him the ball. Ryou let out a yelp, and jumped away from Melvin. The elder Ishtar just grinned. "If you start feelin' sick or tired, just tell me and I'll shove your ass to the floor and drag you to the corner."
Ryou frowned at Melvin, not quite convinced, but he slowly began to dribble the ball.
"That's it, creampuff," Melvin grinned, and Ryou began to move with the ball. In a flash, though, Melvin came up in front of him and grabbed the ball before flinging a surprised Ryou over his shoulder.
The whittete let out a little cry as he felt his stomach settle on Melvin's shoulder, and he all of a sudden had a good view of Melvin's backside. With a flushed face, he was carried until Melvin was close enough to make a shot.
Ryou twisted around in time to see the shot go in, before clapping slightly. Melvin smirked, before setting Ryou down.
"See? You didn't have to run!" Melvin laughed, before darting forward and grabbing the ball up again. Ryou smiled shakily, before lurching towards Melvin, hands outstretched for the ball.
-(-o-)-
By the time lunch rolled around, Marik and Bakura were finally on speaking terms again.
Marik opted to eat outside, and Bakura followed after the white haired drag queen. They settled in a small corner, where Bakura flopped down ungracefully before digging into his food.
Marik stared at the grass, before awkwardly lowering himself down. He kept tugging at the skirt, and trying to find new ways to cross his legs.
"Jeez, you're a dude, what does it matter if people see your underwear?" Bakura grumbled, casting an irritated look at Marik. The albino's cheeks flushed, before he looked at Bakura.
"Well I'm. . . Kind of wearing . . .Panties . ." Marik mumbled, before Bakura smirked.
"Oh really?" He grinned, before lurching forward. Marik cried out ast Bakura pinned him down, before sneaking his hands lower to hoist up the skirt. "Holy shit!" Bakura cried, before lifting the skirt up higher. Marik made little screeching noises as he tried to shove down the skirt.
"B-Bakura!" The boy pleaded, while trying to wriggle his legs around. Bakura just snorted, before tugging at the panties.
"You got lacy ones! Holy fuck!" Bakura cackled, before rolling off of Marik. "The sad part is. . . I'm not even mad anymore! This is just amusing as hell, now!" Bakura continued to laugh as he stuffed more food down his mouth.
Marik huffed angrily, before sitting up. "Glad to know you're enjoying your punishment so much." Bakura just grinned.
"So how has it been being in my body?" Bakura questioned, before leaning back on his elbows. Marik blinked, before picking up some of his food to eat.
"It's been confusing, what the hell else would it be?" Marik grumbled, before chewing at his salad. Bakura gave him a lazy grin, before rising back up into the sitting position.
"Being in your body is confusing as well, but it's quite interesting." Bakura said, before stealing some of Marik's food.
"Hey!" Marik yelped, before lurching forward. Bakura just laughed and grabbed Marik's ponytail, halting the boy in his tracks. Bakura tutted, before releasing Marik.
"I must say, it's quite funny how if this whole thing had never happened, I never would've talked to you," Bakura mused, before flicking some of his blonde bangs from his face.
"Yeah. . ." Marik muttered. "I used to hate you, too," the boy said softly, and Bakura looked over at him.
"You don't anymore?" Bakura questioned, arching a blonde eyebrow.
"Well. . . No. . ." Marik grumbled, obviously not pleased at admitting this. "I thought you were just a stuck up ass who thought I was a piece of shit." White shoulders shrugged.
"What do you think of me now?"
"That you're a stuck up ass with a good sense of humor."
"Please tell me you're joking."
"Oh, if only."
They both grinned at each other then, before bursting into laughter.
"I told you you have a good sense of humor!" Marik said snootily, before poking Bakura on the nose. Bakura glared at him, before shoving his tongue out.
"Not to mention I'm sexy as hell."
Marik rolled his eyes, before lifting the skirt up a little.
"With these frills? Oh hell yes."
-(-o-)-
I wanted to write this chapter so bad. . . And more Deathshipping!. . . I am slowly liking this pairing more and more (dammit). They were originally going to be an off to the side thing, but I quite like writing them (DAMMIT ALL) so they will have bigger appearances from now on. . . -Sigh-
I was so confused on what I wanted to do for Marik's revenge, when I saw a girl walking around Wal-Mart with that outfit on and I was like "HECK YES!" xD
Ah, god. . . Bakura makes a pretty lady, me
Ah, well, that's all for today.
The review button wants some more rapin'!
Seeya!