Heartbreak? Who is getting heartbroken? Also this is based the day after Marik's little outburst!

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Chapter 26

Heartbreak

"Oh, hey Marik?" Jounouchi greeted awkwardly as Marik came to sit with the group. They had obviously heard everything he said yesterday and were freaked out or something.

Marik stared at them blankly, "if your just going to act weird around me, I can sit somewhere else. I don't understand why you would act differently around me, I'm still the same person," Marik stated blandly sitting with the group. He like them, but sometimes he just couldn't be bothered if they were going to treat him as the odd one out.

"We are just a bit surprised that you came today, thats all," Anzu smiled, "you don't have to leave."

"Why wouldn't I come?" Marik raised an eyebrow, "I had fun yesterday. Minus the fact I don't think Isis is cool with the fact Bakura kissed me," Marik glanced at the other teen. "She's just mostly about the fact that two guys shouldn't be together, it's mostly about our religion. I don't mind either way," he shrugged, "also Mariku isn't here today because he was annoyed and got him self sent home for the day before he made it to class."

"I know…it's just," Honda started.

"Just?" Marik sighed, he had a feeling he really should of sat somewhere else.

"Just what you said yesterday," Yugi finished, "it was really deep. You've been mentally scared, and are still in obvious pain from it."

"Oh, Yugi!" Marik purred, "I think that is one of the smartest comments I've ever heard from you. But can I ask why something that was happening to me over 5 years ago would make me skip school today? I didn't even go to school than, so why would I skip it now? School has absolutely nothing to do with it." He purred softly to Yugi, staring at him calmly. He wanted to have fun with this, he hadn't seen Yugi act grown up or at all nothing but innocent since he met him. He was interested in what he would say or do.

Yami glared but didn't say anything as Marik lent in to stare at Yugi, waiting for an answer. "But your still hurting from it, you may of thought you were having fun. But I could tell you were just laughing it off like nothing again, trying to trick your self."

"I'm not a trickster, little Yugi," Marik patted some hair behind his ear, "I'm a thief." He held up the kids wallet and smirked as Yugi quickly grabbed it back, "it was like the first 12 years off my life. So what? Crying about it isn't going to bring them back, so try answering properly. Why wouldn't I come to school today?"

"Marik," Anzu tried butting in.

"Not now Anzu! I'm bloody asking Yugi!" Marik snapped breaking his staring contest with Yugi to glance at the girl who interrupted them, "go on Yugi!" he purred returning his lilac eyes to Yugi's deep purple ones. Bakura was growling, he didn't like how Marik was talking with Yugi.

"You still haven't let it go though, you said it still haunts your dreams," Yugi fought back, "it still would be hard."

"Than should I skip school every time I have a bad dream? Should I hide away in my room, thinking about it? How he hurt me? That's what you think I should do?" Marik purred, "but why of all days would today be the day for me not to come. I came the day after my brother tried killing me, I literally cornered him and apologised. Because I still believed it to be my fault he tried killing me."

"But you are hurting and the wounds have been opened," Yugi started but was cut off.

"The wounds never closed, you know not all my dreams are horrid. Even if they do involve a little death," Marik purred rubbing his hand down Yugi's cheek. "You know you look so much like him, you both do."

"Like who?" Yugi asked uncertainly.

"The one who my family sacrificed our lives too, the Pharaoh. The one my family lives to serve," Marik chuckled, "you look so much like him. But want to know a secret? I just know you do, if he does come back I will not hesitate to kill him. I never understood anyway why I had to give up my existence to him anyway. But Yugi, I'm still curious why you think I shouldn't of come today?"

"Marik," Yugi gulped as the other teen purred closer to him again, "your just fighting it still. Your hurting deep and while you laugh off your dreams, they will return the next night."

"Dreams are dreams, you wake up. After a while any way, you get kind of use to seeing all your closest friends and family killed, sprawled out and being told it's all your fault. Watching the blood trickle down the dead caracas, and many many different ways of death too! How exciting," Marik purred, "only one problem with dreams, you have to wake up and sometimes real life can be worse." He was staring at Yugi right in the eyes now, only a small gap between them, "so why Yugi? Why?"

Marik flinched as he heard a whack, "shit!" he pushed away from the other teen, "Akefia!" he moaned looking over the other teen. "I got carried away didn't I? I forgot you can't handle blood well and murder probably wasn't the best topic," he sighed. He quickly rummaged through his bag and grabbed out his drink, he threw it over the other teen. It was just water anyway, if he was desperate he could use the bubblers.

The other teens golden eyes blinked open slowly and he rubbed his hand over his scar as if he was waking from a really short sleep, "oh! I fainted? Didn't I? Sorry Marik, I tried not too. You seemed happy," Akefia rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"It's ok Akefia, I have to remember sometimes other people have ears too. Anyway, Yugi wasn't cracking as easily as I expected. What a pity," Marik sighed, "I was hoping to have won that discussion more than I did. But it was quiet funny to see Yami's reaction when I was talking with Yugi. Though it is true you do resemble the Pharaoh."

"It is true, Yami does look a lot like him and so does Yugi," Akefia looked them as well, "I don't like the Pharaoh though."

"We like you guys but," Marik smiled sweetly at Yami and Yugi, "we just don't like the dead guy you look at lot like. Anyway, I'm bored now. I can't try my creep tactic again this break, I'll try again another day. When the time comes up," Marik chuckled, "hey Bakura could I come over sometime? I wanted to ask you dad a question, he seems to know my past as well. I'm just curious."

"Fine," Bakura growled.

"It's ok kitty," Marik laughed rubbing the top of Bakura's head, "I will play with you after and if I went after school today, you could get me without my brother~?" Marik smirked, he knew the other teen wasn't keen on his brother hanging around all the time.

"I'm not a kitty," Bakura snapped, taking Marik's hand of his head and gripping it in his. "And I already said you could come."

"If your going to grumpy about it I could invite Mariku too, Ryou wouldn't mind," Marik smirked glaring at the other teen. Bakura glared back.

"No, I don't want that psycho over," Bakura growled.

"Thought so!" Marik smirked pulling away from the other teen, "I have my motorcycle at school today so I can drive it to your house, so you don't even have to worry about that! I still have Mariku's helmet though, so you could ride with me or at least let me put the helmet in your car."

"I'll ride with you," Bakura crossed his arms, he was losing this fight.

"Sweet! I'm going into class early today!" Marik bounced out of his seat in the circle, "Katio seems distant lately. I'm going to go see whats bugging her!"

"He can be so dense sometimes," Miho sighed, "Katio-san is heart broken."

"Good," Bakura added gruffly.

"Katio!" Marik bounded up to the blue haired girl, she was sitting alone today. She normally had a group of friends, he scanned the classroom he couldn't see them anywhere. "Is something bugging you? You seem distant, and a bit upset. Did I do something? I'm your friend Katio, you can tell me."

"Marik, I'm glad to see your better today," Katio smiled. She couldn't say why she loved the other kid, but she was almost certain he was never going to love her back. Not in the same way, "I saw your outburst yesterday. I wasn't sure if you would come to school today," she smiled awkwardly.

Ok, he wasn't going to start this now. Why wouldn't he come to school though! "Katio," he started calmly, "your avoiding my initial question."

"Nothings wrong Marik," Katio smiled sadly, "I will be fine."

"Will be," Marik repeated to her, "so your not ok now? Why?"

"I'm just hurting," Katio sighed, "Marik I love you and I know that. I can't prove it to you or tell you why, I just do. But, I can see you will never love me. I have to live with that," Katio looked up a Marik with watery eyes, "it's hard to get over a heart break. But I can't force you to love me either." Katio sniffed slightly.

"Oh, Katio!" Marik stared at the other teen in shock, he sighed it was true he felt no feelings towards the other teen than anyone else in Ryou's group. He didn't know what to do, he sighed and wrapped his arms around her and let her cry into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I really did think you had a shot, but I don't see you as anything but a close friend. Its ok," Marik sighed he wasn't great at calming people.

"Thank-you Marik," Katio smiled still letting the other teen hug her, "I'm glad I've got to know you and become your friend, but I think I'm going to start hanging around my old friends again. I still want to be your friend, it's just hard at the moment."

"I understand," Marik sighed hugging the girl tightly and rubbing her head, "I hope we can continue to be friends" Katio smiled, she knew she still had feelings for him. But, he may not realise it yet but Bakura likes him and she can tell Marik likes him too. They stood in silence, just hugging. "I'm sorry Katio." Marik whispered pulling away from the hug, the bell went and people were filing back in. He sighed and just stared at her before picking up his bag to get to his seat.

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Marik sighed, it had been kind of a long day and he couldn't get Katio off his mind either. He felt bad, it was obvious to him now how hurt the other teen was. The signs he didn't see before, all seemed so obvious now. He sighed starting up his engine, Bakura was trying to put in Mariku's helmet. His little flaps in his hair were proving to be a problem, "here," Marik sighed poking them through two of the holes in the top of the helmet.

"What up?" Bakura suddenly broke in jumping onto the back of the bike. "You've seemed off since your talk with Katio." Bakura couldn't stop the growl when he said the girls name, Marik had been hugging her when he came into the classroom.

"Did you know I broke her heart?" Marik said quietly, "I made her cry."

"It's not your fault," Bakura chuckled latching around the other teens waist as he begun driving off, "the girl was just confused. She will get over it."

"I just feel bad, ok?" Marik huffed as he continued to drive off.

"Ok," Bakura ruffled his helmet side to side.

"Bakura! Your going to make me crash!" Marik giggled slightly. He always seemed to know just the right way to cheer him up, "hey Bakura. Do you know why she knew I didn't like her? It seemed like she thought I already liked someone or someone really liked me. I was just wondering if you knew."

"Who knows Marik," Bakura chuckled, but he was just grateful Marik couldn't see him, he liked him. "Girls just act like that," he shrugged hopelessly. "What did you exactly want to ask my father anyway?" Bakura questioned, he didn't really like the thought of Marik talking with his dad.

"Just about what he meant when he said, I was an Ishtar and why he seemed to know so much about the tomb keeper or even know of their existence. He didn't say he thought I was one, but still," Marik explained briefly quickly pulling into Bakura's street. "That type of thing, then we could hang out or whatever. No weird stuff today though," Marik warned jokily.

"But Marik! I'm nothing but weird," Bakura chuckled, but he still didn't really feel comfortable with his little Egyptian talking with his father. Bakura sighed, his dad's car wasn't there. That meant he was probably out, he seemed to be out a lot since he returned. He would have to watch out for that, his dad was up to something.

"I know," Marik smirked jumping off the bike, Ryou had beat them. "Let's go," Marik gestured to the door. Bakura smirked as he followed he was sure his father was out and wouldn't be home to talk. So Marik would be all his, until his father showed at least. "Hello Ryou!" Marik yelled cheerfully into the house as Bakura opened the door for him.

"Hello Marik, I'm please you made it here safely," Ryou smiled walking out of the kitchen holding a tray of snacks, "our dad isn't here at the moment, so I made snacks!" He smiled gleefully, Marik chuckled a little. Ryou was just so happy all the time.

"Thanks Ryou," Marik smiled following him into the house leaving Bakura to close the door, "what do you guys want to do while we wait?"

"I think I have some work," Ryou smiled, "but you two can have fun! If you need me, I'll be in my room."

"Ok," Marik waved as the other teen disappeared up the stairs. Bakura slammed his palm into his face, he knew what his brother was doing. He was playing match maker. Marik didn't seem to mind though, "um Bakura. Did I make you uncomfortable earlier?"

"What do you mean?" Bakura said gruffly. Marik never seemed to notice those things before.

"When I was talking to Yugi," Marik prompted, "you seemed annoyed. Did I make you feel uncomfortable?"

"No," Bakura huffed. He didn't like how close he was with Yugi, it did bug him. But he wasn't going to admit it. "Why should it, you can act how ever you please."

"Would it bother you if I did it with Ryou?"

"What!?" Bakura took a step back with a shocked expression, Marik was staring at him like a curious child. Was he trying to get something from him.

"Thought so!" Marik smiled, closing his eyes. "It did bother you, thought so. Why?" Marik stared at the other teen, he was confused and he wasn't going to ask Bakura outright. He kept kissing him randomly, it was bothering him. He really didn't know the other teens view on him, he wanted to know more. He didn't seem to like it when he got close with other people and he seemed protective. Why though? Was it a friend thing, he never acted like this around Ryou and his friends only Bakura.

"Pfft, in your dreams," Bakura huffed, "I couldn't care less who you flirted with."

Marik's eyes widened, "I never said it was flirting. It never was." Bakura seemed jealous, but is that just what he wanted to see. No, he didn't like Bakura in that way.

"It sure sounded like it," Bakura huffed, "and could you of gotten any closer to his bloody face!" Bakura growled crossing his arms.

"Bakura," Marik sighed, "you sound jealous of Yugi. Yet, you've kissed me. Multiple times. Why would you be jealous, were just friends right!?" Marik smiled innocently, hopefully Bakura would just say yeah and scruff up his hair.

"Yeah, whatever," Bakura huffed angrily, Marik was still trying to act dense, but it was obvious that he wasn't as dense as he always acted. He took it in, he just put it aside. "Come on fuzz ball, lets sit down. My legs are getting tired." He scuffed up Marik's hair as he walked towards the lounge room.

"Sure," Marik smiled. Bakura was kind of acting normal, "and by the way," Marik smirked, "did you infer I have dreams about you earlier?"

"Why wouldn't you?" Bakura chuckled, "I'm too awesome not to be in them."

"Yeah, whatever," Marik laughed slightly, sitting on the lounge next his white haired friend. He was taking off his blue school jacket and throwing it carelessly on the ground in the corner of the room.

"So, you do dream about me then?" Bakura smirked raising an eyebrow.

"Hey! I never said that!"

"You didn't say otherwise either," Bakura chuckled, "its ok. Your aloud to dream about me, only PG rated through."

"Um, I don't have those kind of dreams Bakura!" Marik flushed ten shades of pink.

"Oh, so are they M rated then?" Bakura chuckled darkly, "oh, naughty naughty Marik."

"No!" Marik quickly looked away from Bakura, he didn't want the other teen to see him blushing like a stupid love sick girl. "My dreams aren't anything like that!" he protested, "they are normal."

"Well Marik, normal for you might be weird for someone else. For all I know normal could be screwing together in some bush or watching a disney film," Bakura shrugged.

"I don't dream about either of those things!" Marik protested flushing even darker. "I dream about actually normal things and just life."

"Marik, as I stated normal is different for everyone and dreams aren't meant to make sense," Bakura chuckled looking over at the other teen, he was blushing a deep red. He smirked, "and what about life, life could mean anything. Like us screwing in a bush or just sitting around school."

"I don't dream about screwing in a bush!" Marik fought back flustered, "we are just friends! and life I mean, just stuff." He didn't really want to tell Bakura he dreamt about his father mostly, though from his outburst the other day it was likely the teen knew. "And Egypt…" he added quietly.

"Do you dream about that often?"

"I guess," Marik adverted his eyes, "sometimes."

Bakura opened his mouth to say something else when he heard the door open, his father was home. "Hello Ryou and Bakura!" he yelled through the house.

"Oh, it seems like your dads home," Marik smiled slightly, he wanted to talk to him. But he was nervous, he didn't really want to know if Bakura's dad actually did know he was a tomb keeper. "Hello, Mr Touzoku," Marik walked into the hallway, "glad to see your home."

"Oh! Isht- I mean Marik," he smiled down at the Egyptian kid. Marik frowned, he almost called him his last name again.

"What do you mean when you call me Ishtar, or an Ishtar?" Marik looked at his feet nervously, "why do you keep doing it, like your classifying me under a category. Is it bad that my last name is Ishtar?"

"Oh, not at all Marik," the older man smiled sweetly at Marik, "I just don't met many of my son's friends so I'm use to calling people by there last names."

"No, thats not it," Marik looked up at the other blue haired man standing in front of him, "you don't say it like that. Your classifying me, why?"

"You've never call one of Ryou's friends by their last name," Bakura growled stepping in.

"I'm not meaning to make you feel that way Marik," he smiled looking past is sons grumpy face to see the shy Egyptian standing nervously behind.

"I believe that," Marik looked up, "but you are doing it. I want to know why, how do you know my family?" Marik decided to get to the point.

"Your sister works at the museum and your brother is a police officer, while your other brother doesn't seem to like me very much," Hideki smiled at Marik, "thats all. I've talked with your sister about the artefacts she has in the museum."

"What one?" Marik looked at him, "in particular."

"I'm interested in the whole section, all the ancient tablets and artefacts."

"You must have a favourite," Marik promoted.

"Well I liked the items that were recently stolen, they were inscribed on some of the tables back in Egypt that I was examining," he smiled.

"Ok, and another thing. I remember you said something about some random clan when we first met," Marik tired to act dumb, "tomb safer, keepers or what ever."

"Tomb keepers," Hideki corrected, "why do you ask?"

"I was just curious about Egypt, it was my home town after all. It sounds interesting having a secret clan, I'm just wanted to know," Marik lied.

"Oh, well all I know is that they were a secret clan who protected the Sennen items and awaited for the Pharaoh to return. Those are the items that were recently stolen, your sister brought them to Japan? Correct except for two of them, and one was stolen almost immediately. Did you know where the other two were?" Hideki raised an eyebrow.

"No, we were just lucky to find the ones we did, we aren't actually even sure if the other two exist," Marik stared at the older man, "I think I should be heading home now. Thanks Bakura for your hospitality."

"All good?" Bakura raised an eyebrow, it was true his father knew too much and he could tell Marik felt off, was he safe to drive home? "I will take you home."

"No, its ok. I have my motorcycle," Marik waved leaving the house.

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Katio is heartbroken! By the way she is probably going to mostly leave my story for now…Also yes Bakura's dad is still around! I haven't forgotten about him! and he is still as creepy as ever! I hope you guys liked Marik messing with Yugi, also I figured Mariku wanted to hold his reputation so I figured he could get him self sent home for the day!

Thankyou for reading…