The day after the party. I hope that anyone still reading this enjoys it. Also by the way if you think I'm doing something wrong just tell me, like for example too much swearing or too random. Just say.

Disclaimer-I don't own Yu-gi-oh or the characters

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Chapter 9

Hung over

The pale teen banged on the door again, he had made sure to not come first thing, but this was getting ridiculous. Someone should be awake by now! Hopefully Rishid wouldn't come to the door. He knocked again, harder letting the sound echo through the house. Ryou told him just to ask Marik to bring it on Monday, but he wanted a reason to come. They were probably still hung over from the last night. Bakura smirked, as he remembered Marik tracing patterns on his chest. Still no answer, he banged on the door harder again.

Suddenly there was an answer, "who the fuck is knocking down our door!" a deep voice demanded as a tanned boy with spiked up hair opened the door. His black singlet untucked, and long cargo pants, he still had all his jewellery on though. He just stood there staring at Bakura with a blank expression, like he didn't know what to do. Bakura stared back at him, was he allowed in? The tanned teen continued to look at Bakura confusion plastered on his face. He squinted at the pale teen, then just walked inside without saying a word. But he didn't shut the door, so Bakura just let himself in. Bakura slipped around the door. Stalking through the house like he owned it. He glared around the house looking for the Ishtar he had come looking for. He checked the lounge room, it was empty. Then he heard a sound coming from the kitchen. The twins were in there.

"Ototo! Get your ass in here!" Mariku bellowed.

"Who was it Mariku?" Marik moaned, "they were banging on the door really loud." Mariku moaned.

"No one," Mariku exclaimed.

"Well it had to be someone!" Marik complained.

"Don't talk so loudly!" Mariku complained back.

Than their conversation turned into Arabic, Bakura stood silently, waiting for them to stop. They continued to fight getting louder and louder until finally Marik broke, "Ok! Fine, I'll go! Just shut up!" Marik moaned walking out of the kitchen. The first thing that Bakura noticed was his shirtless chest. Bakura stared at the other teen, he hadn't noticed him yet. His chest was completely bare, he actually had a six pack to Bakura's surprise. It was nicely tanned, the lights shone of it. It was perfect with his skinny pants. His hair seemed really messed up too, but it was tied back into a pigtail. The other teen stared at Bakura blankly for a moment before realising who it was. "Who did you say it wa- Bakura?" Marik blinked at him, "what the fuck Bakura! Mariku! You could of warned me!" Marik screamed through the house, he could hear his brother chuckling.

"Just keep it down! I have a major headache!" Mariku whined going up the stairs to his room.

"That's your own fault! and I have one two!" Marik added looking accusingly at Bakura. "What the hell do you want?"

"Awe, I'm hurt…" Bakura pretended to be hurt. He couldn't help but let his eyes stare down at his chest, it was just so interesting. It just looked so perfect. Obviously it was a good idea to make it a surprise visit. He had managed to catch Marik without his shirt and he god dam he made those pants look good.

"Bakura, I don't have time for this! It's your fault I have this headache!" Marik complained, oblivious to Bakura staring at his bare chest. Bakura smirked looking back up at marik. "Ouch!" Marik grabbed his head, "why are you even here?"

"I wanted my jacket, I left it here the other day," Bakura smirked, "where is it?"

"It's in my room, if your quiet you can come and get it with me," Marik moaned coming closer to the other teen. Bakura's eyes widened as Marik's bare chest got closer. What could he say he was really attracted to it. But sadly he still had on his jewellery, covering his slender neck.

"Does that mean I can stay longer?" Bakura questioned raising an eyebrow. Marik growled. "We could have some fun?"

"Your sick," Marik moaned rolling his eyes at the other teen.

"Well, you should watch your words, don't tempt me," Bakura chuckled. Marik didn't respond, He just stared, until his classmate actually raised a hand to him. Bakura eyed his chest hungrily, but as he went to touch it Marik just turned to go up the stairs. Bakura smirked slightly.

"Pervert," Marik growled.

"Well, I'm your guest and your not doing anything to entertain me," Bakura whined. Then suddenly stopped and looked at the others back. It was carved. Scarred. His hair in a pigtail gave him a perfect view of the cuts. They seemed deep, it was all written in Egyptian. He couldn't help but stare.

"Guest my ass," Marik moaned. "Aren't you coming?" Marik questioned looking back at intruding guest in confusion.

"Um…yes," he gulped, he never gulped. Marik stared at him in confusion, but shrugged and continued up the stairs. He wondered if he touched them, would Marik mind? He slowly followed him up, he reached out a hand and ran a cold finger down one of the various cuts.

A flustered Marik turned around, "leave," he spluttered. Turning ten shades darker red, even with his tan it was obvious, wincing at the same time.

Bakura raised an eyebrow, as an extremely flustered Marik pointed at the door. Normally he would of had some smart ass comeback, and what was that he saw. A wince? what was that for, disgust? Joy? No he knew a look of pain when he saw one. Intinaioisly Bakura's jealously lit up, who had hurt his precious Egyptian!

"Leave!" Marik demanded again. Turning around and racing up the stairs, slamming his door after him. He soon realised his mistake and clutched his head as he ran out of his room to get aspirin than retreat to his room again. Mariku also raced out of his room groaning at the sharp pain. Bakura stared after the teen, it had apparently bugged him. Bakura glanced back as he noticed Marik's sister standing there confusion plastered on her face.

"I still need my jacket," Bakura yelled up the stairs, he waited but didn't get a response. "Come on Marik! I'm sorry! Just stop acting like a baby!" Bakura groaned. "Fine, I'm going!" Bakura growled after he didn't receive a response. He sighed, as he turned to leave. He didn't want to leave it like this.

Marik opened his door a crack and threw his jacket down the stairs, Bakura smirked. "I wont touch your back!" Bakura promised getting a strange look from Marik's sister. He walked up the stairs and banged on the door, "your the one without a shirt!" Bakura reminded him. He sighed, sliding down the wall next to the door. He wasn't really one to wait, but he had waited so far.

"Bakura?" a weary voice came from inside the room, Bakura kept quiet. Marik was probably checking to see if he left. Bakura could hear footsteps coming closer to the door. He smirked as the teen slowly opened the door. He peered side to side. Missing the pale teen grinning up at him off the floor and opened the door. He still didn't have a shirt on.

Bakura jumped up, "got you! Bitch!" he stuck his arm in the door as Marik squeaked in surprise and slammed the door on Bakura's outstretched arm. Bakura winced in the pain spread through his body, "come on! This bloody hurts!" Bakura growled.

Marik slowly opened the door, "sorry," Marik whispered, "but I thought I told you to leave!" Marik snapped. Completely changing his tone. Bakura smirked and barged his way into the room, it was obvious Marik wasn't going to willing let him in. "Hey! This is my fucking room! Get out!" Marik roared.

"Shut up!" Mariku roared from the other room.

"So, Marik," Bakura smirked, "does your idiot brother know what he did last night? Do you remember?"

Marik sighed, Bakura wasn't trying to talk about his back, "um, I don't really remember anything. You got me drunk, I don't think Mariku remembers much either." Marik shrugged, "why?"

Bakura chuckled, "you purred on my legs and Mariku got jealous, then he ran off with you down the street hiding around corners. He soon got bored though and than he got out his knife which sadly Ryou took," Bakura stared at Marik, he seemed to have calmed down a bit, "your brother was acting like a two year old, than you started a conversation on all the ways you could kill people with a knife," he looked a Marik, that didn't seem to bother him. "Than you went on about some Egyptian crap, before Mariku decided he want to tell a secret to Ryou, that Ryou wasn't allowed to know. He went on and on about no being able to kill Ryou and that meant Ryou had to be a friend," Bakura sniggered as Marik screwed up his face, "than he saw a bird and chased it, right into a tree. You were both confused why you couldn't fly," Bakura paused as Marik let out a small laugh, finally. "You had a theory, because I had a flat chest and birds had round ones than you lifted up my…" Bakura paused.

"What?" Marik looked at Bakura, "what did I lift?"

"Um, you lifted my shirt…" Bakura added awkwardly, "then you traced patterns on it before calling Mariku over who assessed it too. He poked it than lifted up Ryou's and placed a hand on his chest, he nodded at you and then you both just walked off."

"I touched your chest!" Marik blurted out, turned ten shades darker pink.

"Um, yes…" Bakura sighed, "but you seemed happy with your investigation," Bakura chuckled, "and I didn't mind."

"Your such a pervert sometimes Kura," Marik spat.

Bakura sniggered at the nickname, somehow Marik had remained to call him by it. "Than Mariku later found a marker and drew all over Ryou, he was drawing Egyptian symbols all over him and those Kohl lines under his eyes." Bakura shrugged, "the second I tried to say something, he drew an x on my mouth, then later accused me of mind raping you. I don't think you knew what he meant though, because you just thought we were going to fight and asked Ryou if he wanted to leave us alone to do so," Bakura chuckled at Marik shocked expression from the mind raping comment. "Then we all went home, you fell asleep in the car and Mariku wouldn't let go off you so we had to convince him a pillow was you instead."

"Wow, I hope we didn't seem that stupid," Marik moaned. "And were you mind raping me?" it sounded like a stupid question, but he wanted to know.

"No, but I could be if you wanted. It's much easier when your ready missing a piece of clothing," Bakura smirked, "but yes you did sound really stupid."

"Screw you!" Marik moaned, "your sick."

"I heard people are attracted to sick people, but Marik…this is all so fast," Bakura smirked, "I don't know if I'm ready."

"I'm not gay…" Marik moaned.

"Could of fooled me," Bakura chuckled.

"Well sorry to disappoint, but no," Marik sighed.

"How do you know?" Bakura decided to ask.

"Um, well…" Marik blinked, he didn't know. Not really, but it was just easier to say. "How do you know? Wait are you gay!"

"Marik, I've told you I'm not. Gender doesn't matter to me," Bakura smirked, "you just have to experiment."

"Oh," Marik sighed, "wait! So your bi?"

"Guess so," Bakura shrugged. Suddenly Marik stood up and grabbed a black singlet much like his brothers and started to leave, Bakura blinked at him. Where was he going? He jumped up and followed him out, Mariku stared at the two. "Marik? where are you going?" Bakura questioned following the other teen down the stairs.

Mariku poked his head out curiously, "to the park." Why was his brother going to the park. He wasn't going to let him go with just the Albino. "Oh, Mariku? are you coming too?" Marik questioned realising his brother coming down stairs. He nodded. "Ok, you know neither of you have to come?"

"Well, your currently my host and the only reason I'm in this bloody house," Bakura grumbled.

"Host, pff…yeah right," Marik rolled his eyes, "but if three of us are going, we're going to have to walk. I can only fit two on my motorcycle."

"I brought my car genius," Bakura rolled his eyes.

"Oh, ok," Marik smiled, "thanks Bakura!" They all filed out of the house one by one, ignoring Isis completely as they got into the car. To Mariku's disliking, Marik jumped in the front with the Albino. They drove in complete silence to the park, Bakura and Mariku had no intent on talking to each other and Marik was lost in thought.

"Marik," Bakura sighed, rolling his eyes towards the other teen, "why are we going to the park?"

"I want to test something," Marik mumbled, not completely listening. Practically waving off Bakura's question.

"What are you testing brother?" Mariku questioned from the back, glaring at the other teen.

"Oh, just something, never mind…" Marik sighed, "why was it that you wanted to come anyway?"

"Felt like it," Mariku pouted. Bakura rolled his eyes as he pulled the car to the side of the road. Marik jumped out and went to the only buildings in the entire park. Mariku and Bakura followed suspiciously.

"Katio!" Marik greeted the blue haired girl.

"Marik-kun!" Katio smiled cheerfully, "oh, Bakura-san and Mariku-san here too?"

"Yeah, not sure why they came," Marik shrugged.

"Well why did you want to meet me here anyway Marik-kun?" Katio questioned.

"Yeah Marik?" Bakura raised an eyebrow.

"I wanted to test something," Marik shrugged. He turned to Katio, "do you like me?" Katio's face lit up five shades redder, but she nodded. "Ok," Marik looked at her.

"Do you like me?" she asked unsure. Marik shrugged, he didn't really like the girl, but he just wanted to see if he liked guys or girls.

"Do you mind if I kiss you?" Marik questioned, he figured he should ask first. Katio's eyes grew double their usual size. Mariku stared at his brother in anger.

"I-I don't mind," Katio whispered, as Marik leant in.

"Bloody hell! I mind!" Bakura roared suddenly ripping Marik back as Mariku pushed the blue haired girl away.

"Bakura? Mariku?" Marik rolled his eyes, "this is why I couldn't understand if you wanted to come." Marik sighed. "Sorry Katio-kun, another time perhaps…Thank you for your time!" He yelled as Mariku pulled him in tow away from the other girl, he really had to stop getting towed away so easily. Katio was blushing like mad even though they hadn't actually kissed yet.

"What the hell do you think you were doing!" Mariku roared.

"Well, I wanted to figure out my sexuality," Marik pouted, "Bakura said I should experiment and I figured Katio wouldn't mind." Marik shrugged like it was nothing. Mariku glared at Bakura.

Bakura completely ignored Mariku practically forgetting the other teens existence. "When I said that I meant on a guy or someone you didn't really know, or me!" Bakura blurted out.

"Well I didn't want my first proper kiss to be on some random, especially since it's harder to just kiss someone you don't know," Marik pouted.

"First kiss," Bakura exclaimed.

"Yes, well the first proper one," Marik pouted. "I've kissed people, but I don't count them really. Wait! What did you say before?"

"When?" Bakura shrugged, he kind of knew of where Marik was going.

"When you were suggesting who to kiss," Marik pouted, Bakura probably knew what he was talking about. Bakura shrugged, "it was like two seconds ago!" Marik moaned.

"Oh, than…" Bakura chuckled, "I said, on some guy or someone you don't really know or me," Bakura whispered the last part.

"Did you just say you?" Marik raised an eyebrow.

"Well were friends so why I can't I help you figure it out?" Bakura pouted.

"Would it make things weird?" Marik pondered. Yes it was one thing to joke about it and actually doing it. What if Marik liked it and then it became really awkward between them, Bakura was if first friend he didn't really want to change that.

"No, only if you make it weird," Bakura shrugged.

"Come on Marik, were walking," Mariku growled, "Bakura has his jacket, we can go home without him." Mariku glared at the pale teen. He was not going to kiss his brother.

"Maybe I don't want to go home," Bakura pouted.

"Well your not coming back to our house," Mariku snapped.

"Whose going to stop me?" Bakura pouted. "I have a car, I'll even beat you there."

"Rishid should be home by now, I suppose you could get equated?" Mariku pondered, "he will just love to know his little brother is hanging around the great old thief king." Mariku smirked.

Bakura glared at Mariku, "well I haven't done anything wrong at the moment? Have I?"

"Well I don't know for sure, but I'm pretty sure you have a history?" Mariku smirked wider.

"Guys!" Marik suddenly broke in, the other two teens stared at Marik lazily. "Does it always have to end in a bloody fight with you two?!"

"I don't see the blood Marik," Mariku chuckled rubbing Marik's head. At least his brother wasn't thinking about kissing the other boy now. He wanted Bakura out, maybe if he got them suspended again? or maybe he could just get the thief away from his brother, by turning him off somehow?

"You know what I mean Mariku!" Marik pouted, "lets just go home."

"Finally!" Mariku rolled his eyes, death staring Bakura, "but he's not coming." He pointed at the white haired teen, Marik shrugged. He didn't really mind if Bakura came or not. Maybe it would be weird because he had offered to help figure out his sexuality, but they hadn't actually kissed. Was Bakura joking though? Was he just trying to mess with his head?

"Bye Bakura," Marik decided quickly, the other teen was probably thinking it was weird that Marik had actually considered his kiss offer.

"But, Marik!" Bakura whined.

"Bakura, I will see you at school," Marik moaned, it felt really awkward. Bakura just stared at him, he shrugged and walked off. Once he was far enough away from Bakura, he decided to ask his brother, "you wont tell Rishid, that Bakura's a thief? Technically we are thieves too."

"I wont for your sake Marik, but if he crosses the line. I will not hesitate to rip his head clean off his body," Mariku shrugged.

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Bakura saw Marik's carving on his back and also Marik is still blind to Bakura's love towards him.

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