I fucked up when I originally uploaded this chapter only putting half of the damn chapter (Smooth move).

The song featured is Gold Digger by Kanye West. (I don't listen to most of his music probably older songs. I find his egotism rather assuming.)


Malik looked at the small girl, "You're coming to work with us. Okay?"

"Ok. Where do you work?" Amane asked, wearing his oversized shirt.

"Paper Company." He said, ironing her dress.

"Seems boring."

"It's fun at times."

She kicked her legs, "Does Mr. Touzoku work there?"

"Yes."

"Is he as mean at work?"

"Oh, he's not mean!" Malik defended him, "He's grumpy. He's just surprised by this."

"Hmm...he seems mad at you."

"He's always a bit annoyed with me but he's not mad."

She smiled at him, "That's good."

"Now let's fix that bed head." He grabbed the brush off his dresser

She giggled.

000

"Hey Bakura, what's for breakfast?"

The man glared at him then exiting with his toast. Amane watched him, "He's grumpy huh?"

"Uh, we're no morning people." He shrugged.

The girl frowned, "Malik, you're not my daddy."

"Yea, I know." He was a bit surprised.

"Does he?"

Malik blinked, "Well..." Maybe Bakura didn't believe him when he said she wasn't his. Either way he's just looking out for his good friend, "He's just being protective."

"Oh ok." She nodded.

"Do you want some poptarts?"

"Brown sugar?" Amane asked.

"Strawberry tastes like dirt."

She smiled, "Right. Yes please then."

He popped the treats in the toaster, "What does your dad look like?"

"White, short hair, tall. Business man. He came to see my half brother. I'm not sure who he is though."

"Oh okay. How did you get separated?"

Amane jumped a bit, "Well...um. He didn't bring me here. I kinda...came on my own."

Malik looked at her then screamed, "You ran away?!" He ran over to her, "Are you hurt! Did anything happen!" He grabbed her face looking for wounds.

"I'm fine." She muffled out of her smooshed mouth.

"Are you crazy!" He shook her, senseless. She was flung mercilessly until he finally snapped out of it.

"Haven't you ran away before?" She asked, holding the table for support.

He stood still, "Oh god." All the 22 times of trying to run away, "I did. I had good reasons though! You would see your pops in a few days, Amane!"

She pouted, "I want to be with him now. He's all I got."

Malik looked at her knowingly, "Alright. No more running from home though. It's too dangerous out here for a small girl."

"The fact is I'm small not that I'm a girl."

"True but are you gonna tell that to those creeps out there who only want to hurt you for being a girl."

She didn't reply.

"Amane, just be safe. Please, I never want to see you hurt." He said, patting her head.

"Okay. I promise." She smiled.

The pop tarts popped out the toaster, "You're eating in the car. I really have to go or I'll be late!" He grabbed the treats, burning his hands, "Fucking hell!"

Amane raised her eyebrows.

"I mean frickle frackle!"

She nodded. He smiled then picked them up with a paper towel. He grabbed his keys, "Bakura C'mon!" He yelled, walking with Amane to the door. He opened the door to see Bakura driving down the street.

"BAKURA! BAKURAAAA!" He screamed after him.

Amane scowled, "Got tokens?"


Amane sat quietly on the bus as Malik loudly complained to someone over the phone.

"Can you believe that! I don't know what's gotten into him!"

Jealousy? Anger? Betrayal? She kicked her legs. She very much like this Bakura guy. Too grumpy and apparently temperamental. Bad combo.

"Malik, eat this." She said.

"Huh? No, no, hun. You eat your food."

She placed half of her pop tart in his hand, "You should eat too."

He brightly smiled at her, "Thanks."


"So you planning on buying your own home?"

Malik held her hand, walking into the parking lot.

"Yea, recently picking out homes in Allentown."

Amane said, sipping her juice box, "I heard there's good homes in Scraton."

He nodded opening the door to the office, "Hi, Mai."

"Uh, Malik you're an hour late."

"Uh well I had to catch the bus."

She looked at him then Amane.

"She's my buddy for the day, right?"

The silver haired girl nodded. Mai smiled, "Cute. Don't forget to deal with Yami."

"Yea." He walked to his desk with Amane. He sat her in the chair, "Akefia."

The man glared at him.

"Watch Amane."

He looked at the girl for identification. Malik nodded he was right. He shrugged in response but Malik knew he'd watch her. He walked straight into Yami's office.

"What the fuck you doin'?" He asked.

Yami was on his desk getting a massage, "Getting a massage. Why you late?"

He told him what happened.

"Damn. Massage?"

000

"You know Yami?" Malik said, soaking his hands and feet next to him. He had the typical face mask on with cucumbers over his eyes.

"Huh?" He muffled with a hot towel over his face.

"Sometimes I don't get Bakura. He's so cryptic at times."

"You guys have know each other since forever. It's just because he's worried."

Malik frowned, "He wasn't even this mad when I accidentally set the kitchen on fire."

Yami shrugged. Bakura was jealous and betrayed obviously, "Don't worry about it. The girls to nails too, want your nails done?"

"Hell yea."

000

"I want Malik." Amane said to Akefia.

"So?" He said, on the phone with a customer, "Not you so shut the fuck up."

"I want to be with him."

Bakura sat a coffee on Akefia's desk, "Get in line."

She glared at him, "You."

"What did I do?"

She stood up, pushing the chair onto the ground, "You're the reason he was so upset! You insecure bastard."

"Listen twerp, grow a few inches so I can hear you."

"I swear I'll put a curse on you!" She cried.

Ryou ran out the break room, "Someone say curse?"

Bakura took the tape dispenser and throw it at him. Amane smirked knowing he was pissed. He looked at her with fury.

"Gonna hit a child?"

"Hitting is the half of what I want to do."

She flipped her pigtails, "Try me." She coaxed.

He smirked, "Dare me?"

"Double dog dare you, dumb fuck." Her eyes turned frightening. Akefia slightly jerked. This girl was batshit crazy! He looked at Bakura who stood with the same look. Oh lord.

000

"Is this usually what you do?" Malik asked looking at his long stiletto nails with crystals.

"When Yugi's out."

Made sense. Yugi would totally not allowed this.

Yami sketched out, "This was fun. Haven't had anyone join me on one of these beauty days."

"Shit I'll join anytime."

"Good. It gets boring without Yugi."

Malik frowned, "He still ignoring you?"

"No, he's still very strong in the fact we are never getting back together but hey."

"It'll get better! Yugi can't hold grudges for long."

Yami nodded, "True."

"Good luck with him though." He said, walking to the door.

"You too."

The blonde gave a snort, "Ha, you say that like Bakura and I are a thing!"

Yami looked into the camera then back at him. He smiled, "How would I ever get an idea like that!" He humoured him.

"I don't know!" He laughed, "See ya!" He left.

The man shook his head, "That poor sexually confused boy." He turn to the masseuse, "Wanna watch some Spanish soap operas?" They looked at each other then nodded.

000

Malik walked to his desk to find no one was there. Neither Akefia, Ryou or Amane. He heard noise coming from the breakroom. He followed the commotion.

"Guys what's going on?" He asked as he opened the door.

"The world's most intense glaring contest." Joey said.

"They've been at in for a solid thirty minutes." Akefia stated.

He blinked, looking at the table where Amane and Bakura were. They were giving each other unblinking death glares.

"Bakura! Amane!" He called.

Everyone shushed him.

"Not now Malik." Bakura growled.

"Yea, but out. I'm glaring in your honour." Amane scowled.

He stared at the two idiots. Whaa...


They sat quietly in the car ride home. Malik had to jump on the hood of the car for Bakura not to speed off. Amane was asleep in the back seat.

"Ba-"

"Shut up, I'm driving."

The blonde slouched. He reached for the radio only to have his hand slapped.

"Why would you turn the radio on?"

"I need simulation."

The pale man blinked then narrowed his eyes, "If I told you to shut up then I obviously don't want noise so why?"

He shrugged, "I need noise to feel sane."

That was true about Malik. That's one reason nighttime was so difficult for him.

"Well shut up for now."

The car was silent again. Malik started to pushed on the door and Bakura's seat. He kicked his foot up, pushing the windshield.

"Malik!" Bakura yelled, angrily, "Don't start that panicking shit!" He groaned seeing he was stopping then turned on the radio.

Malik calmed down.

"Fucking idiot."

The blonde narrowed his eyes, "You know I have a phobia."

"I don't care."

Last straw. Malik slammed the gears into neutral.

"What are you-"

"I'll fucking leave."

The white haired man looked at him, "I'll should only take 20 minutes to-"

"I'll leave completely. Move out. Leave the neighborhood. You don't fucking care? Good riddance. I don't need a friend who doesn't give a shit about me."

"Wait til we get home. We're in traffic-"

"Fix your attitude."

Bakura glared at him, "Don't order me around, Malik. I'm not the one."

"Fix you shitty ass attitude." He said, venomous.

"Make me."

Malik punched him in the face. Bakura slammed him into the car door. Amane woke up, startled. They continued to punch and kick each other while she screamed. Malik accidentally kicked the volume button on the staring wheel. They stopped at the sudden song. Bakura pulling Malik's hair and Malik ripping Bakura's sleeve.

"She take my money when I'm in need

Yeah she's a trifling friend indeed

Oh, yea she's a golddigger way over town

That digs on me."

They looked at each other.


Malik sat on the park bench, he ran away from his foster home again. This was the third time this month. The home wouldn't even call the police, they didn't feel like having a case so they sent other kids out to find him. Brilliant.

Philadelphia. Some call it Filth-adelphia. The only place where you can buy a live chicken then walk down the street and get a fancy meal but that was 9th street. It was a nice place to live for lots though.

Akefia finally showed up, scowl on his face as usual, "I hope you know I have other friends."

"Doubt they're as pretty as me."

He didn't respond to that, "Get up. I have a birthday party to go to and I guess you're coming."

"Alright."

Akefia was a good friend despite his attitude. That was just his sucky personality.

"Don't over do it with the drinking." He said as they arrived at the party.

"No promises."

He rolled his eyes. He knew it was only a joke. They walked inside. The party had already started, the music was loud, the kids were drunk and there was not a parent to be seen. Not like Malik saw them often anyway.

"I have to give this gift to the host. Stay here."

"Don't be so worried. You have fun."

"We're not staying long."

"Fine. You have even more fun then." He said.

Akefia gave him one last look before leaving. He put his hands in his pockets. He stood there a few moments before closing his eyes. Anywhere was better than his foster home.

"Hey."

Malik looked to his right, "Hi." It was a white haired boy. How strange but he was used to such colours after seeing Akefia with a full head of grey hair.

"You look quite bored for a party." He smirked.

"Hn. You don't look too turned up either."

"Me? No, not a party person."

He nodded, "You don't want to be drinking with these fools." He commented watching them play drunk twister.

"Hah, yeah."

"Got a name?" Malik asked.

He sipped his drink, "Bakura."

"Name's Malik. I like you Bakura. Very chill." He looked out the window to see one of the other foster kids looking for him. Damn! He grabbed Bakura's arm, "Where's the drinks?" He pulled him.

"Kitchen."

"Smart place to put them."

"I know right?"

They walked into the kitchen. There was a group of kids just listening to music and rapping along. Malik walked over to the cooler and pulled out a beer. They leaned on the wall and listened.

"This is my song! You fuck wit this music or naw?"

"Hm?" Bakura glanced at him.

"Or do you like rock n roll or something like that."

Bakura smirked, looking at him, "18 years, 18 years
She got one of your kids, got you for 18 years
I know somebody paying child support for one of his kids
His baby mamma car and crib is bigger than his!"

Malik looked shocked then laughed, "Haha! You are crazy!"

"You think I can't like rap?"

"I won't ever again!" He smiled, "C'mon." They finished the song together and Malik forgot about his god awful foster home.


They stared at each other.

"Do you remember-" Malik asked.

"Yea." Bakura said, not blinking. He let go of Malik and Malik let go of him.

"I'm sorry." The blonde said, sullen.

"Should be."

He pinched him.

"Ow dammit! Fine me too, I'm sorry."

"You forgive me?"

"No- Ow! Stop pinching me with your talons! Yes, I forgive you."

"I forgive you too." Malik said, opening his arms, "Come on."

"What, no."

"Bring it in here."

"Malik no!"

"Shut up. You know you want this good loving! Stop playing."

Bakura crossed his arms, "I'm not playing."

The blonde rolled his body in a wiggling motion, "Gimme some huUUUGGGSSS!" He poorly tried to hit a high note like Mariah Carey or Sia.

The albino busted out into laughter, "Oh god, let's go home!"

"Wait, I can hit it!"

He rolled his eyes and pulled off, finally letting traffic through properly.

"Now that gay marriage is legal in the states, do you think Kayne West will finally marry himself?"

Bakura smirked, "Shut up, Malik. You're trying to make me laugh and crash this car."

"Buddy I love you more than Kanye loves Kayne!"