Hello- for anyone who read the original version of this. This is supposedly my story, 'Trust me' just I'm rewriting it because I've changed a lot in the time I started it and now

(The original ending made little to no sense so I'm just going to fix up the entire thing-I'll put here what chapter will roughly leave off from my original if you like that version better and just wanted an ending but still)

Description:

Ryou's a withdrawn boy with two overly protective brothers. Not knowing much about his twins school life, til one fateful incident lands him right in front of one of his brothers friends. Amir. Despite Bakura obviously hating his friend near his little twin, the Egyptian still falls for Ryou and he isn't going to let his 'friend' be an obstacle in the equation.

.Highschool Au.

Again, thiefshipping's hinted and same with ripshipping - I plan on actually developing the thiefshipping side of this story a bit more too. It won't be the focus, but I think it'll give Bakura and Malik more character

Names used for each characters:

Ryou - Ryou Bakura

Yami Bakura - Florence Bakura

Malik - Malik Ishtar

Yami Marik - Amir

Thief King Bakura - Touzoku Bakura

Disclaimer-I don't own Yu-gi-oh! Still, so nothings changed since I first wrote this

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Chapter One

The Back Seat

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The white haired boy barely gave his classroom a glance back as his fluffy hair disappeared around the door frames. Head planted the ground as he hastily ran with all his might, despite the bell going mere moments ago, you'd think he'd have left early. Completely drowning out any strange stares or odd glances sent his way, mostly from teachers who'd had him in previous years. It was a known thing. He was almost always last from the classroom, so this little sprint -not to mention he wasn't too active in the first place. His PE scores were not something to brag about. Right now though, that didn't matter in the slightest. The main and only goal was to get away. Simple as it got. Run and don't stop.

Using a hand against the wall to grip and help him around a sharp corner, running down the slowly filling corridor. Right out the playground doors, class was fine. New semester. New class. Old teacher. Didn't have to sit beside anyone today the person assigned to sit beside him decided to be a no show. Which made things easy. No need to force himself to be social with some new stranger he'd never met before -ok. He didn't even recognise the name when it got called out. There were so many kids in his grade he just didn't know existed. So basically he was saved from showing off how absolutely shit his social skills were.

It'd been better if his brother was placed into his class. But that was always a hopeless dream he held each new year in the school. Teachers always refused to have twins in the same class. Even a boy in his year who had a brother the same age wasn't allowed in the same class. That one was just complicated. But it meant one thing. Once again. He was alone in his class. Well. He had one 'friend' there. Kinda.

Skidding hurriedly around another corner before gripping tightly to his school shirt, puffing in and out. A perfect example of why he didn't try to get more physical activity in his daily routines. Breathing in and out barely taking any of it in ninety per cent of the time but it'd have to do.

Maybe cutting back a few video games might still help in cases like this, shaking his head firmly before daring a hopeful glance background the corner. The booming footsteps reached him first, and his hope dropped almost in an instant flat. Staring shakily out at the taller teens from that new class of his. "Eep," he basically bit onto his fist ducking around the corner praying to any Gods they didn't spot him or they got bored on the way.

His milk chocolate eyes snapped open in shock at the mocking voice accompanying the harsh shove to his shoulder against the brick wall.

"Thought ya could run runt." His snake like grin sent shivers down the pale boys spine, that cocky expression of his friends who stood close behind the scruffy brown haired boy.

His feet were frozen in place the moment the others hand grasped tightly around his wrist. That piercing gaze, he was too slow again.

"Let —go," he struggled to break the grip, using his other freckly hand to try to pull his captured arm away, pulling it every which way but none worked.

"Your that devil Bakura's precious little brother right," the green haired accomplish spoke up, his voice was thick and demanding.

"Twin," his gaze fell down, voice quiet. Almost defeated. To be honest. He knew quiet little about his brothers school life. They didn't hang out anywhere near each other at school and home. They never discussed it, or if they did. His twin would wave him off with a 'it was fine. Nothing interesting.' He probably learnt more from teachers and students like this. He loved his brother. Don't get him wrong. But, Bakura had a slight habit of getting on the wrong side of everything. People, school, even the law. He was a thief after all. He enjoyed making trouble for everyone else, it was like a game to him. The downside to his brothers fun.

Was the people who he pissed off chasing down the wrong twin. They had a good base idea around it, hurt him. He'd go crying back to his brother. Bakura would be pissed off and ta da. They win. Is what they think happens, in reality. He didn't bother with going to Bakura, he just got pissed off as planned. Beat the crap out of the kids, sending a few of them to hospital even. Got suspended on and off. And no one saw the pattern. And came after him regardless. Plus. It also meant his brother would pick up the name, 'bully magnet' for him again.

"We've got a little tiff with your brother," he learnt in nice and close, he could almost smell whatever trash he'd eaten earlier. Though he pulled back with an amused grin, dragging the white head forcefully behind him, "and your gonna help us solve it. Now. Act natural for me darling," his sickly voice wasn't helping, gulping and trying to slip his wrist out the entire way as they headed somewhere supposedly more private. Or he called 'bully central'. Less teachers came out to the back of the school. On the accounts kids weren't really supposed to be there. It wasn't new for him to be dragged against his will there. Stopping his protests as they got to the spot regardless of them.

Letting out a pained groans and instantly latching onto his shoulder as it hit the wall for a second time that break. "Why don't-don't you settle your scores with him directly. And cut out the middle man," he suggested hopefully. Getting a slight scoff and a few nudges.

"What'd that do!?" He declared quiet loudly obviously not too stressed about eavesdroppers now they were more secluded. Chuckling at the useless plea, leaning in with a narrowed gaze, grin ever present. "That asshole wouldn't give a crap if we hurt him. Wouldn't care what we did to him. He probably wouldn't even give us the light of day."

"But you," one of his friends joined the 'fun' as the brown haired male in his face shook his chin teasingly.

"He will most definitely care." The final one grinned giving his hair a tug as the supposed leader stood back up with a superior aura.

"I won't tell him." Ryou bit out, more because of the pain. No matter how much he attempted to ignore it staring up at them in weak defiance.

"Oh. You don't need to worry bout that little Ryou." He tapped his head almost warmly with a predatory like gaze, "we are in the same class after all." He purred it out, "we can continue our little meetups each week til the smart little kitty figures it out himself. Sounds fun. Hmmm."

Oh. Ryou's gaze dropped, right. "But. We'll probably be in different classes for next year," he suggested quietly.

"So," he scoffed, "we'll just come after you. Each and every week. We'll be by your side. And what's more fun. Is that we'll make it worse and worse each and every week he doesn't notice. It's like a game. See how badly you have to be beaten to get some attention."

"Why should I care," he couldn't get himself to look at them or hold a warm tone, it was empty staring at the ground. Eyes widening at the cool metal though his sleeve, shooting toward his arm as little red beads started forming soaking up down a path on his shirt. The sticky substance would probably stain by the time he got it home.

"Because we don't care."

He didn't need to look up to see that shit eating grin the others hands on his hips, leaning forward with the red tipped blade still in hand.

"Doesn't matter," Ryou glanced off to the side, "I still won't tell him... it'll be a waste of your time. Why bother."

"Hmm, he'll work it out. I'm sure. And even if he doesn't." He shrugged dramatically, "it'll be a fun little punishment. Fitting for him."

"—Why," he was almost too nervous to ask. But the word slipped out regardless.

"Well you see," Ryou choked as the others fist cut up into his gut, "that idiot. Messed with my little sister. So now I'm gonna mess his little brother up." He'd barely had time to recover from the first blow as a second one came hurtiling up.

Forcing the words out as genuinely as he could make them, "I am truly sorry- about your sister." He attempted to protect his own stomach from another attack. But maybe that shouldn't be where he was protecting as a strong fist knocked him right off balance, an accompanying headache already starting to settle in with the blow.

"WE DON'T WANT YOUR PITY!?" He basically screamed the words, starting shakily up at the teen as he cleared his throat, looking down upon his prey. "We will be having lovely meet ups like this weekly. If you run. We'll find you. If you hide. We'll find you and it'll hurt. If you don't show up. Hmm I'll let you take a guess," he waited a mocking moment, "sorry times up. The correct answer was. We'll pay you back triple for whatever you missed out on. So don't stress ok. We will always be waiting."

"..." he gulped down quickly before nodding, "ok." His quiet voice barely made a sound. But he saw no way out of it. The simple fact was. His brothers problems. We're his problems too.

It didn't help their father was never home, to put Bakura in place. And if he ever did tell him off, his brothers famous come back was: 'maybe it'd be different if you were here.' It wasn't even that they saw eye to eye anyway, so he doubted it'd help much. Especially since they also had their eldest brother, who was almost. If not more troublesome than Bakura. Luckily in its own way, he graduated last year, so at least school didn't have both of them running around causing mischief and mayhem. College was stuck with him now. So even he wasn't home too much between studies and work. But he was almost certain. He was most likely at home lazing somewhere every chance he got. He could be really lazy a lot of the time, he lacked motivation. Teachers use to say he wasn't applying himself to the fullest and he agreed. But nothing changed.

"Whelp today was just a friendly warning," he did another dramatic shrug smashing a foot out into him as he turned his back on the pale boy, his friends turning around as well with a slight snicker. "We'll see you next Tuesday runt. Enjoy."

Ryou felt the tears welling in the corners of his eyes, shakily forming a fist and hitting it against the ground. He didn't want to be seen crying, clutching his teeth tightly together to keep the unshed tears in just a bit longer.

Why was this his problem now. Didn't he have enough on his own without the student body hating on him too.

Forcing himself up, hand tightly clutching his probably bruised gut. Or bruising. His legs told him to sit back down. But he couldn't just sit here.

Ignoring his bleeding arm completely. His gut hurt. Not it. So right now he had to prioritise. Just get to the car. He'd started to keep a first aid kit in his brothers car when kids like this first started to show up. It'd come in handy one too many times. He never wanted them to see what. Those- what kids did when they weren't looking. Shaking his head. Look on the bright side. At least he'd chosen to take off his jacket earlier. No unnecessary sewing. Lifting up his arm just barely to stare at the bloody line. Though. His shirt was a different story.

Going slowly to his brothers car, deciding to keep his arm down and blood hidden as much as humanly possible during the trip there. Staring at the older vehicle, before dropping his bag down, dragging out a puffy blue ball a key dangling from one end. Unlocking it with a soft click. Finally. He Carefully opened the door checking his hand for any blood first then sitting helplessly in the back. Crawling in. And ensuring the door was firmly closed behind him.

He'd gotten a spare key for the purpose of keeping things in his brothers car. Like his PE or books. And on the rare occasions actually drive it.

One thing he liked was there was enough room to sit comfortably on the ground in the back, using a gentle hand to slip out the first aid kit. Placing the item onto the seat and pulling the door handle with a free hand and kicking the door open, pulling a water bottle out from his bag and holding both out of the car. Washing the water right down his arm til it cleaned away all the red that had polluted the milky flesh. Shuttering openly at he finally dragged the liquid high enough to attack the physical wound. Patting it gently dry with a small orange towel, and wrapping it up nice and tightly. Unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it back, pulling out a spare he kept just in case. If well this. Shoving the other one into his own bag. Not that his brother looked through his own car. But he wouldn't risk him finding it. Slipping everything back under the chair and pulling the door closed again. Hugging his own knees tightly as the door cut out most of the light directly around him. Taking a deep breath.

He didn't want to go back out. He felt himself shaking and old tears from earlier welling. No one would see him here. Not unless you opened the door, still he hid. Ryou hid his face firmly into his knees. Letting the tears flow out now. He couldn't get out.

Not yet. Maybe when the bell rang. He could then. He forced himself to nod. Class was important. He had to- had to. He didn't even want to go to school. He didn't want to have to put up with this every Tuesday. He didn't want to- he shouldn't have to put up with it. So why did he have too. He knew even with out today. Kids from last years class still came to beat him up every few weeks. Not to mention. It was basically destiny written in the stars. Bakura would piss off someone else.

And guess who'd they'd come too.

He just didn't want any of this.

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The unruly haired males chuckle boomed out as he spread out along the grass it was a beautiful day out. What a shame so many idiots were wasting it in classrooms. The back of the field wasn't visible by any of those idiots too. So the location. Was perfect.

First day back and obviously. Who was he if he went to class. He hadn't a clue. Like hell he wanted to go sit in a new class with a new lot of imbeciles mixed among the old ones. Why should he want that. Rolling onto his side and gaining a slightly cocky grin, clearing his throat to grab as much of the attention as possible. Before he purred our in a richly accented tone, "so. Spike ball. Do ya think you'll survive without me this year." The larger of the two Egyptians he was with let out a dry chuckle in response.

Flipping his head and feigning a pained expression, holding a hand to his chest before responding deeply, "oh dear. The journey may be difficult. But. I'll survive it just for you asshole," he tapped the others nose teasingly watching his whack at it himself a few times and huffing out. Chuckling at the reaction and turning his lilac gaze back to the sky.

"It'll just mean. You HAVE to bring us to your house," the other blond perked up on his arms staring at the other too with his own mischievous grin. But his eyes showed nothing of his actual thoughts.

"No way," he shoved the others face back from over him as he rolled onto his back, "your still in my fucking class. So I'm stuck with you here. And your damn well stuck with me. Weather you like it or not."

"So!" The 'attack' didn't deter him one bit, jumping back up into place, "that's not a good enough excuse. You always~" he drew up the word dramatically flopping over the others lap, arm resting against his forehead. "Alway refuse to let me over to play. You've seen my place. Come on," he grinned again looking across to the other basically ignoring his requests and complaints, "what are you hiding from us BB."

"Nothing," he couldn't help the sneaking snarl in the response. But these two asses could be relentless bored and like hell. They would ever be allowed near his house. Or probably more so.

Ryou.

They didn't know he existed just yet. And visa versa. And he very well planned to keep it that way. "I don't like people coming over. Simple," he concocted the same boring lies per usual waving off the pouting blond.

"Awe come on. Isis hates it when your sorry ass come over. That never stops us dragging ya there." The bigger blonde joined in with a snicker. He couldn't care less about seeing the white heads house or not. But it was always a little amusing to rile him up about it.

"She knows she 'loves' it deep down," he purred it out smugly.

"Pretty sure that's not it." The twins dead panned the response, sharing a similar blank look.

"Or you'll have to dig really really deep for it. And it's still pretty skeptical on what you'll find." The blonde over him rolled his eyes. Another attempt was failing. He sighed admitting a silent defeat, pulling himself up into a sitting position. Giving his golden hair a quick shake out. "In saying that. We should probably head to class soon Amir." He yawned out sleepy with the thought of actual lessons. "Don't want her more pissy at us then she is."

"Awe," the white head grinned slickly draping himself in an equally dramatic fashion as the blond did so earlier to him. Lazing over his shoulders, "but Malik-" he ran a hand down the others cheek gently, "the bell will go any minute now. I bet ya. Just stay." Skipping class was all and well. Didn't mean it didn't get lonely or that certain idiots couldn't cox him to class.

"Hmm is that so," Malik hummed leaning back into the others chest, "I suppose we'll just have to wait til after break. It'll be much less suspicious. For an idiot Bakura. You sure know how to avoid rules like the plague. So. I suppose. We only have the one option."

"Perfect!" He flopped back without warning sending them both to the ground and watching the leaves. Malik deciding it best not to move from his spot on the other chest. His fault.

Bakura grinned wider as the bell shrilled around the school, sure it meant bratty loud kids would start coming and going soon but. He could live with it. "Told ya it'd go soon."

Should he check how Ryou's morning went. He contemplated the thought for a moment. Who'd beat him up on the first day. His brother was too placid to get on anyone's nerves this fast. Surely. Plus. It also meant he'd have to find a method of ditching the blondes, which presented quite a task most of the time.

"So what'cha want to do anyway." Surely. He'd be fine. "I can't really be fucked to go mess up some idiots morning. Returning to school is enough for one day."

"Ditto," both blondes waved off the idea of causing trouble for the school just yet.

Amir scratched his head with a yawn letting his wild spikes of hair bounce back up being freed from the earth finally to frizz out in every way possible.

"Well. I mean. We could always make out BB. See how many kids we make flustered when they come too close," Malik suggested lightly sitting himself up.

"I don't see why not. Let's make a tally." Bakura agreed easily to the idea, sitting up and walking fingers along the others shoulder, "I wonder if we'll get a disgusted screamer today."

"Oh! What fun!" Amir clapped his hands together in sarcastic excitement, rolling his eyes as he spoke, "watching my ass of a friend make out with my little brother." He whacked the back of Bakura's head out of pure principal. Shoving himself from the ground, with the help of his friends leg. "Enjoy lovelies," he danced his fingers back at them more then ready to just leave.

"Hey! Your only older by a few seconds!" Malik protested with a slight pout, dropping his fist from the air. Being quickly dragged away from his easily bored friends teasing kisses just above the golden choker he wore on his throat.

"Best few seconds of my life," Amir muttered with a roll of his eyes, poking out his tongue. It wasn't that he cared about Malik and Bakura making out. Not in the slightest. But didn't mean he had to sit around and watch them. It wasn't like he could complain. He'd kissed the idiot too. Multiple times.

Maybe he'd find his own idiotic girl to make out with. But as good and well that was. His preference was much more in the male variety. And high school guys. Beside experimenting. We're always much harder to convince. Not that it helped. Most of them feared him. So he'd be the last person they'd want anything to do with. So that idea was a dud.

Maybe. He'd head out. For some outta school fun, grinning to himself as he swung his friends keys around his finger smugly. The only obstacle in his path now was figuring out where the ass parked his car. He changed the spot every bloody day just for this. Growling lowly to himself as his feet aimlessly took him around the school.

A new year in high school. New class. New wimp to sit beside. Because of cause. Once again this year. He was in the class alone. It was a matter of figuring out which poor defenceless scaredy cat they'd stick him besides.

Last year he must have won some bloody lotto because he was stuck dead beside a friendship loving fool. The kid, Yuugi was a horrid choice to be stuck beside. Not only did he refuse to do anything. At all slightly fun. He had a way over protective brother who constantly came to pick fights whenever the runt mentioned anything to him he wasn't even certain the kid was meaning to send his brother over to tell him off. But that's what happened. And after getting an earful he's the one to get in trouble. Just because of a simple punch. The guy was all talk. He couldn't beat anyone in a physical match.

A smirk drawing to his lips at the sight of a black car. Found your little hiding spot again. He swore he was getting worse at hiding the thing sometimes. It was almost like he'd given up. Walking confidently up to it, he swiftly unlocked the thing with a simple click. Swinging the door open widely before getting him, checking everything was adjusted to his liking. Not giving a shit about his friends preference of the vehicle.

Twisting the key in and letting music hide anything else, pressing his foot to the gas and riding off smugly. Right out the school gates and onto the streets. Roaming them to find anything amusing to do, before giving up with a slight huff. Just drawing the car to a stop and staring out at the quiet area. Even if more people had been around, the doors were locked and he ensured that, so no one would bother him. No way anyone else was allowed in the bloody car. Screw that.

Running fingers through his hair to puff it back more or less, but a very soft. Very quiet little sniff made his hand freeze in place. Just staring ahead into his arm. That came from inside the car. He'd already turned off the engine. So he dropped his hand down instantly. Flipping his head back. All he could see was white.

Staring a moment longer before deciding he needed a better look, knowing his idiot friend this could be anything in the car. They'd found five month old fast food before. Basically sneaking silently out and to the back door around the other side of the car. He still couldn't see it properly.

Opening the door and staring at the shaking white haired boy, freckles decorating his tightly hugged arms. Staring for an extended moment, before crouching slowly. Reaching a hand out.

Bakura was crying in his car? But wasn't he was Malik still. How'd he get to the thing first. Or get in without keys- he stopped as his hand forcefully tilted the boys chin up to look him in the eye. The boy blinked glassy eyes at him, more tears escaping. But not a single word.

So he spoke up slightly curiously tilting his head at the boy with a blank stare, "'Kura. Why are you crying."

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Whelp if anyone decides to read this-I'll see how far I get in writing it

Hope you enjoyed

(And don't mind the few name changes-I've changed which names I use for them and it was getting confusing trying to use Marik instead of Malik or Mariku instead of Amir-I interchange between those but I hope you don't mind me using Amir for this rewrite-also Bakura's name being Florence has nothing to do with the abridged series and most likely won't affect anything, I just like using Bakura as their last name and Touzoku for Thief king)

Next few chapters shouldn't have this much authors things above and under, just wanted to explain a bit

Thankyou for reading