Hey hey! I've been thinking of this story for a long time and I just have
to write it down. It's addictive.(don't worry, I'm only joking.)
It's a Yaoi so if ya dun like it then dun read it! (Yaoi= guy+guy
relationships.yep, little children beware!)
The only other thing I guess I should say is that it takes place after
Battle City so if Marik seems a bit ooc at times, it's probably because he
lost all his evil. Don't worry though, it won't be too extreme.
I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Marik's life seems to finally be starting: New school, new friends, mysterious and somewhat scary Principal. Even though he and Yami Bakura seem to start it off on the wrong foot, they still wake up in each other's arms. This isn't the first time this has happened. What's going on? (Yaoi)
Knowing You Are Near
Chapter 1
Marik hastily got up from his bed practically throwing his alarm clock across the room. It was really hard for him to get used to modern day life and the new way things worked but his sister Ishizu insisted that he do just that.
"Where is Ishizu anyways?" he thought aloud.
"Right here, dear brother," Ishizu said coming into his room. "Now get dressed. We have to leave early so we can get you registered at the school."
"School. Why do I have to go to school?"
"I suppose it's only natural for boys your age. I'm not going to have you becoming a delinquent."
'Heh, typical Ishizu. She's always acting like a parent,' he thought. "Very well Sister. I will be ready in 10 minutes."
"Alright. I will be waiting outside for you," she said then left.
Marik changed his clothes and made his way outside to where Ishizu stood patiently waiting. "I am ready."
They made it to the school not too long after that and had no problem getting Marik 'in,' which was sort of strange since he didn't have any real 'records' on file. Guess it was just an accepting school or something.
"Marik Ishtar will start classes tomorrow then," the principal stated. "Don't forget to pick up a school uniform. We'll schedule someone to show him around the school tomorrow as well."
"Ok, thank you Sir," Ishizu said. She bowed before her and Marik left.
The uniform wasn't hard to obtain. As soon as they had it they were on their way back home.
"Are you nervous my brother?" Ishizu asked Marik.
Marik looked up quickly. "Me? Nervous? Of course not." Deep down, he was. He had no idea who he was going to school with. Friends meant nothing to him but it was the fact that he might have to see HIM.
The next day came quickly. Marik changed into his school clothes in vain and headed out to his bike. ((AN: motorcycle is more accurate.)) When he got to school he was given a lot of stares 1) because of his choice of transportation and 2) because of his choice of 'style.' His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows revealing golden bracelets and two gold earrings hung from his ears. He paid no mind to them though as he made his way up the long walk to the school.
He opened the front doors of the high school and made his way in. Scrambling through his pockets his pulled out a crumpled piece of paper that read: "Come to school office first thing in the morning for class schedule." He shoved the note back into his pocket and made his way to the office.
The office was, is his opinion, scary. It was dark and all the blinds remained closed locking out all light. It certainly hadn't seemed this spooky just yesterday when they had come there. He opened the door and walked in.
"Ah, Marik. Come here," a voice from the shadows said.
Marik almost jumped out of his skin. "What?"
"Don't be afraid. I'm over here."
Marik slowly turned and just barely saw the glint coming off of the principal's glasses. "You wanted to see me Sir?"
"Yes. Come here."
Marik took a deep breath and walked over to the desk at which the principal sat. "Yes?"
"Hm. It seems that your daily attire is causing a bit of trouble amongst the students."
"Trouble?"
"Well, they're not used to it, that's all. In time."
"Is that all you wanted to say?" Marik swallowed wanting to leave. The room just seemed to get smaller and smaller.
"Actually, there was one other thing. Don't hesitate to come to me for help." Marik could've sworn he saw him smirk. "My door is always open. Here's your schedule." He held out a piece of paper.
"Um, thanks," he said taking hold of the paper but was surprised when the principal took ahold of his hand. "Uh, what is it?"
"It seems that your attire may not be the only thing causing you problems while you're here."
Marik wasn't sure how to take that but he wanted to get out of that room.FAST. The grip on his wrist was so strong though. Why was the principal looking at him like that?
A moment later the door to the small office was flung open causing the room to be lit up with light. The hold on Marik's wrist loosened and Marik quickly pulled away. A tall, slender figure stood in the doorway.
"Marik, I strongly suggest you come with me." The voice was deep and sounded angry. There was a somewhat strong accent as well.
The principal smirked. "Ah, Bakura I see. Yes, please show Marik around the school today."
Marik's eyes shot open. BAKURA?! No, this wasn't supposed to happen. What were the odds? He said nothing as he walked passed the tomb robber and into the hallway.
In the office, Bakura shot a cold glance at the Principal before leaving and slamming the door. ((AN: Uh, about the principal's name. Not sure really. For future reference, it shall be Principal Satome.))
"Marik, I strongly suggest that you try and stay away from that room. Principal Satome is not one to mess with."
Marik remained silent. He didn't know what to say to his old 'partner in crime.' That was his old life. Even so, he did somewhat miss it.
Bakura smirked. "Fine then. Go ahead and stay silent. It's not like I have anything important to say to you." He began to walk off then stopped, "Come on."
Marik nodded and followed. He couldn't help but stare at Bakura. He had missed him so much. That face, that hair, those eyes. He could get lost in those eyes forever.
"Marik, are you listening?!" Bakura practically yelled.
"Um, yes sorry."
Bakura sighed then continued on. He may have pretended to be tough, and well, he was but on the inside he really had missed Marik. Not that he would be telling him THAT any time soon, or ever for that matter. All that mattered was that he was once again free. Anyone else was.in the way.
The rest of the tour was pretty much boring. Bakura finally gave up trying to get Marik to pay attention and headed out to the courtyard. What he didn't expect was for Marik to follow him. "What do you need? Go on to class. The tour's over."
"Bakura."
"What is it? I really don't have time for this."
"Never mind then, goodbye." He turned and trudged back inside. 'Damn him.' ((AN: Whoa now, language alert! Little kids shield your eyes!)) 'Why does he have to be like that?' Then he stopped. That was how he himself had been: Cold, harsh, and shut off from the rest of the world. Sometimes it felt like that evil that had once taken over threatened to come back, but that feeling would always subside. He leaned against a wall. Why did he let Bakura bother him so? 'Oh yeah, I love him.'
Outside, Bakura sat at one of the cement lunch tables. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone today. Not even Marik.
/Bakura, you really should be less hard on him./
Bakura scowled as Ryou's message reached him. //I definitely don't need advice from you Ryou. Go crawl in a hole and shut up.//
/I'm afraid I can't. I'm stuck here thanks to you. Just let me out!/
//Don't make me hurt you Ryou, because you know I will. Now be quiet!//
Ryou said nothing after that. What would he say? What COULD he say?
The bell rang signaling lunch and everyone headed out to different places to eat it. Some sat in the courtyard, others sat under trees, and some ate in the cafeteria. Marik sat alone. He wasn't hungry so he planned on sitting through lunch period. Fate must've had other plans because moments after he had just sat down, three looming shadows towered over him. Marik looked up and sighed. "can I help you?"
The tallest guy spoke first. "Hm. The name's Matsuke. You a friend of Bakura?"
Marik smirked, "I wouldn't exactly call us friends." 'Enemies is more like it.' "Who wants to know?"
"I do. A friend of Bakura is a friend of mine," Matsuke held out his hand.
"My name is Marik." He shook his hand.
"Well, we'll see ya around Marik. By the way, these are my boys: Numi and Troi. If ya ever need anything, just ask one of us."
"I'll remember that." Marik watched as the three guys walked away. Well, he really hadn't expected to make any friends, let alone three. Oh well though, it did feel good to know that someone his back.
He stood up, and slowly walked back towards the school. Everyone seemed to be staring at him. Yes, his looks were definitely going to be a problem.
Once inside the school, he was immediately greeted by the secretary. "Mr. Satome would like to see you Marik."
"Well, uh, could you tell him that I'll talk to him tomorrow? I'm busy right now."
"But there's still 15 minutes of lunch left."
"Please," Marik pleaded.
The secretary smiled, "Very well Marik. I'll do what I can."
"Thank you."
Marik watched as she walked away. He was glad when he came across people like that. They were hard to find.
He made his way to the back parking lot and to his bike. He was sure that no one would miss him if he only skipped the rest of today. As long as his sister didn't find out. He walked his bike out of sight of the school and got on it, riding the rest of the way home.
Thankfully when he reached the house, Ishizu was not there. She wouldn't be there until later the next day, which meant Marik had the house all to himself. Even though the day had been pretty much uneventful, he still found himself tired. He sat down on the couch and quickly fell asleep.
--
Marik woke up the next morning feeling VERY strange. Where was he? His room? How did he get there? Everything seemed a daze. AND, what exactly was he holding? He yawned and looked down expecting to see a pillow or something.
What he DIDN'T expect to see was BAKURA and that's exactly what he saw. Oh my god, to make things worse, they were both clothing deficient! He jumped back a little accidentally waking Bakura up. Marik watched as Bakura's expression went through three stages: tired, confused, then mad.
"What happened?!" Bakura yelled.
Marik gulped, "Uh, I was hoping you could tell me."
---TBC---
Well, I hope you liked this chapter! Sorry about it's shortness ( It's hard to make the first chapters very long since they're sorta like intros. Next chapter should prove to be interesting. PLEASE review. It helps A LOT! Thanks 4 reading!
```AmethystRoze```
Summary: Marik's life seems to finally be starting: New school, new friends, mysterious and somewhat scary Principal. Even though he and Yami Bakura seem to start it off on the wrong foot, they still wake up in each other's arms. This isn't the first time this has happened. What's going on? (Yaoi)
Knowing You Are Near
Chapter 1
Marik hastily got up from his bed practically throwing his alarm clock across the room. It was really hard for him to get used to modern day life and the new way things worked but his sister Ishizu insisted that he do just that.
"Where is Ishizu anyways?" he thought aloud.
"Right here, dear brother," Ishizu said coming into his room. "Now get dressed. We have to leave early so we can get you registered at the school."
"School. Why do I have to go to school?"
"I suppose it's only natural for boys your age. I'm not going to have you becoming a delinquent."
'Heh, typical Ishizu. She's always acting like a parent,' he thought. "Very well Sister. I will be ready in 10 minutes."
"Alright. I will be waiting outside for you," she said then left.
Marik changed his clothes and made his way outside to where Ishizu stood patiently waiting. "I am ready."
They made it to the school not too long after that and had no problem getting Marik 'in,' which was sort of strange since he didn't have any real 'records' on file. Guess it was just an accepting school or something.
"Marik Ishtar will start classes tomorrow then," the principal stated. "Don't forget to pick up a school uniform. We'll schedule someone to show him around the school tomorrow as well."
"Ok, thank you Sir," Ishizu said. She bowed before her and Marik left.
The uniform wasn't hard to obtain. As soon as they had it they were on their way back home.
"Are you nervous my brother?" Ishizu asked Marik.
Marik looked up quickly. "Me? Nervous? Of course not." Deep down, he was. He had no idea who he was going to school with. Friends meant nothing to him but it was the fact that he might have to see HIM.
The next day came quickly. Marik changed into his school clothes in vain and headed out to his bike. ((AN: motorcycle is more accurate.)) When he got to school he was given a lot of stares 1) because of his choice of transportation and 2) because of his choice of 'style.' His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows revealing golden bracelets and two gold earrings hung from his ears. He paid no mind to them though as he made his way up the long walk to the school.
He opened the front doors of the high school and made his way in. Scrambling through his pockets his pulled out a crumpled piece of paper that read: "Come to school office first thing in the morning for class schedule." He shoved the note back into his pocket and made his way to the office.
The office was, is his opinion, scary. It was dark and all the blinds remained closed locking out all light. It certainly hadn't seemed this spooky just yesterday when they had come there. He opened the door and walked in.
"Ah, Marik. Come here," a voice from the shadows said.
Marik almost jumped out of his skin. "What?"
"Don't be afraid. I'm over here."
Marik slowly turned and just barely saw the glint coming off of the principal's glasses. "You wanted to see me Sir?"
"Yes. Come here."
Marik took a deep breath and walked over to the desk at which the principal sat. "Yes?"
"Hm. It seems that your daily attire is causing a bit of trouble amongst the students."
"Trouble?"
"Well, they're not used to it, that's all. In time."
"Is that all you wanted to say?" Marik swallowed wanting to leave. The room just seemed to get smaller and smaller.
"Actually, there was one other thing. Don't hesitate to come to me for help." Marik could've sworn he saw him smirk. "My door is always open. Here's your schedule." He held out a piece of paper.
"Um, thanks," he said taking hold of the paper but was surprised when the principal took ahold of his hand. "Uh, what is it?"
"It seems that your attire may not be the only thing causing you problems while you're here."
Marik wasn't sure how to take that but he wanted to get out of that room.FAST. The grip on his wrist was so strong though. Why was the principal looking at him like that?
A moment later the door to the small office was flung open causing the room to be lit up with light. The hold on Marik's wrist loosened and Marik quickly pulled away. A tall, slender figure stood in the doorway.
"Marik, I strongly suggest you come with me." The voice was deep and sounded angry. There was a somewhat strong accent as well.
The principal smirked. "Ah, Bakura I see. Yes, please show Marik around the school today."
Marik's eyes shot open. BAKURA?! No, this wasn't supposed to happen. What were the odds? He said nothing as he walked passed the tomb robber and into the hallway.
In the office, Bakura shot a cold glance at the Principal before leaving and slamming the door. ((AN: Uh, about the principal's name. Not sure really. For future reference, it shall be Principal Satome.))
"Marik, I strongly suggest that you try and stay away from that room. Principal Satome is not one to mess with."
Marik remained silent. He didn't know what to say to his old 'partner in crime.' That was his old life. Even so, he did somewhat miss it.
Bakura smirked. "Fine then. Go ahead and stay silent. It's not like I have anything important to say to you." He began to walk off then stopped, "Come on."
Marik nodded and followed. He couldn't help but stare at Bakura. He had missed him so much. That face, that hair, those eyes. He could get lost in those eyes forever.
"Marik, are you listening?!" Bakura practically yelled.
"Um, yes sorry."
Bakura sighed then continued on. He may have pretended to be tough, and well, he was but on the inside he really had missed Marik. Not that he would be telling him THAT any time soon, or ever for that matter. All that mattered was that he was once again free. Anyone else was.in the way.
The rest of the tour was pretty much boring. Bakura finally gave up trying to get Marik to pay attention and headed out to the courtyard. What he didn't expect was for Marik to follow him. "What do you need? Go on to class. The tour's over."
"Bakura."
"What is it? I really don't have time for this."
"Never mind then, goodbye." He turned and trudged back inside. 'Damn him.' ((AN: Whoa now, language alert! Little kids shield your eyes!)) 'Why does he have to be like that?' Then he stopped. That was how he himself had been: Cold, harsh, and shut off from the rest of the world. Sometimes it felt like that evil that had once taken over threatened to come back, but that feeling would always subside. He leaned against a wall. Why did he let Bakura bother him so? 'Oh yeah, I love him.'
Outside, Bakura sat at one of the cement lunch tables. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone today. Not even Marik.
/Bakura, you really should be less hard on him./
Bakura scowled as Ryou's message reached him. //I definitely don't need advice from you Ryou. Go crawl in a hole and shut up.//
/I'm afraid I can't. I'm stuck here thanks to you. Just let me out!/
//Don't make me hurt you Ryou, because you know I will. Now be quiet!//
Ryou said nothing after that. What would he say? What COULD he say?
The bell rang signaling lunch and everyone headed out to different places to eat it. Some sat in the courtyard, others sat under trees, and some ate in the cafeteria. Marik sat alone. He wasn't hungry so he planned on sitting through lunch period. Fate must've had other plans because moments after he had just sat down, three looming shadows towered over him. Marik looked up and sighed. "can I help you?"
The tallest guy spoke first. "Hm. The name's Matsuke. You a friend of Bakura?"
Marik smirked, "I wouldn't exactly call us friends." 'Enemies is more like it.' "Who wants to know?"
"I do. A friend of Bakura is a friend of mine," Matsuke held out his hand.
"My name is Marik." He shook his hand.
"Well, we'll see ya around Marik. By the way, these are my boys: Numi and Troi. If ya ever need anything, just ask one of us."
"I'll remember that." Marik watched as the three guys walked away. Well, he really hadn't expected to make any friends, let alone three. Oh well though, it did feel good to know that someone his back.
He stood up, and slowly walked back towards the school. Everyone seemed to be staring at him. Yes, his looks were definitely going to be a problem.
Once inside the school, he was immediately greeted by the secretary. "Mr. Satome would like to see you Marik."
"Well, uh, could you tell him that I'll talk to him tomorrow? I'm busy right now."
"But there's still 15 minutes of lunch left."
"Please," Marik pleaded.
The secretary smiled, "Very well Marik. I'll do what I can."
"Thank you."
Marik watched as she walked away. He was glad when he came across people like that. They were hard to find.
He made his way to the back parking lot and to his bike. He was sure that no one would miss him if he only skipped the rest of today. As long as his sister didn't find out. He walked his bike out of sight of the school and got on it, riding the rest of the way home.
Thankfully when he reached the house, Ishizu was not there. She wouldn't be there until later the next day, which meant Marik had the house all to himself. Even though the day had been pretty much uneventful, he still found himself tired. He sat down on the couch and quickly fell asleep.
--
Marik woke up the next morning feeling VERY strange. Where was he? His room? How did he get there? Everything seemed a daze. AND, what exactly was he holding? He yawned and looked down expecting to see a pillow or something.
What he DIDN'T expect to see was BAKURA and that's exactly what he saw. Oh my god, to make things worse, they were both clothing deficient! He jumped back a little accidentally waking Bakura up. Marik watched as Bakura's expression went through three stages: tired, confused, then mad.
"What happened?!" Bakura yelled.
Marik gulped, "Uh, I was hoping you could tell me."
---TBC---
Well, I hope you liked this chapter! Sorry about it's shortness ( It's hard to make the first chapters very long since they're sorta like intros. Next chapter should prove to be interesting. PLEASE review. It helps A LOT! Thanks 4 reading!
```AmethystRoze```