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Chapter 3
Marik rubbed his eyes and slowly opened them. Why did he feel so strange? He felt almost bad with a tint of regret. He stretched his arms out and yawned. "Hey- wait a-" he sat up quickly and looked around. Bakura wasn't there! A smile slowly crept across his face. Maybe it was all over. Maybe he and Bakura had no more to worry about. Maybe everything was back to normal.
He sat up and swung his legs off the bed and cautiously looked around. Still no sign of Bakura anywhere. This was good.
"Oh yeah," he said looking down. He still had his school clothes on. 'Well then, how did I get into bed?' He stood up and headed out into the hallway at a somewhat fast pace. Where exactly was Bakura anyways? Usually he was up yelling or something. He had to stop walking again. 'How did I even get in here?'
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Marik turned fast to face a furious Bakura. He had his fists clenched, his hair was a mess and, there was a large bruise on his left cheek. A very large bruise.
"Bakura! What happened to your face?" he said and quickly walked to stand in front of the angry white-haired teen.
SLAP!!!
Marik went sprawling. He used the wall to drag himself back to his feet and turned to glare at Bakura. "What the hell was that for!?" he yelled, holding onto his cheek.
Bakura's expression remained unchanged. "Like you don't know."
"I don't have any idea what you're talking about!"
"YOU did this to me Marik! YOU did! Don't even try to deny it! You're the only other person in this house and I sure as hell don't slap myself around in my sleep. Now, let's get a few things straight here: I am obviously not the person you think me to be. I don't give a damn about your feelings, your hopes, your dreams. Nothing! You are useless to me. You're a waste of space. You're a waste of human life. Most importantly, you're a waste of MY time. Now, I hope I've made things clear for you Marik because I don't want to have to say this again."
Marik fought hard and achieved in not crying. He would've only made the situation much more worse. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. "Well, um, I'm sorry you feel that way. You've made things crystal clear. I guess I'll see you at school." He said and quickly exited the house.
Bakura just sort of stood there for a moment wondering why in the world he had just said that. 'Marik.I didn't-" he lowered his head and whispered, "I didn't mean it." He continued to speak aloud. "What have I become? Since when do I give a damn whose feelings I hurt? Since when did I become such a softie?! I really need a break."
--
Marik was running to school. No bike today. He wanted to get as far away from that house as he possibly could. Staying with Bakura was a bad idea. How could Bakura have thought that? Him, hit Bakura? Right. That was preposterous.
He reached school and almost immediately regretted even coming. 'Detention. What a waste of an afternoon.' He rushed to his locker, grabbed his books, and slowly walked to first period. He had plenty of time so there was no rush. As he passed by one of the classrooms he just happened to glance in the window. PANIC! His hair was a mess! He took a second to quickly comb his fingers through his hair in a sad effort to at least make himself mildly presentable.
"Well, good morning young Ishtar."
Marik fought hard not to roll his eyes or swear. He turned slowly to see Principal Satome with that same sardonic smile on his face. And since when did he become 'young Ishtar'? "Good morning sir," he more or less mumbled. "Is there anything I can do for you?" Now that was a mistake.
"Actually there is. I was hoping to have a talk with you about your little friend Bakura." The smile on his face had disappeared, replaced with a thin line.
"Bakura?" Just great. He really didn't want to talk about him right now. Scratch that. Ever.
"Yes. You know, someone like you shouldn't hang out with someone like him. He's a, shall we say, bad influence."
"Well, I'm not exactly sure why you would think that but," now that was a lie and a half, "Bakura is my friend. I can't just stop hanging out with him."
He smirked for a second. "Very well. But, you may come to see that Bakura isn't quite whom you think him to be."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm just saying from past events, Bakura wouldn't save you if you were in trouble. He would just move on to other prey. You're like excess baggage to him. You don't MEAN anything to him. You're just kind of there."
Marik was so close to punching him that he had to hold his right hand tightly just to stop himself. He didn't need to hear that. Not twice in one day. Not again. "Well, thank you for your, uh, concern. I have to go now." He turned around and quickly walked off.
The day passed by as slow as molasses. At lunch, Marik sat alone under his tree and sort of stared off into space. Thankfully no one spoke to him because he probably would've ignored them anyway. He couldn't help but remember what Bakura had said. It was all fresh in his mind.
"I don't give a damn about your feelings,. You are useless to me."
He buried his face in his hands. The next part seemed to echo through his mind.
"You're a waste of space. You're a waste of human life. Most
importantly, you're a waste of MY time."
He stood up and slowly walked towards the school. He wanted to forget this day. He wanted to erase it from his mind.
"Marik, don't trouble yourself so much. I promise not to give you too much more trouble."
Marik turned quickly. It was that voice again. Who was saying that? He looked around but there was no one near him. "I really need to get more sleep." He trudged back into the school and back to class.
--
Bakura sat up high on a tree limb. He watched with sad eyes as Marik disappeared into the school. Maybe he should've apologized. He definitely should of. He hopped down from the tree and raced towards the school.
As soon as he zoomed through the doors he hit something and went tumbling onto the ground with the unknown object. There was a lot of rolling, pain, and even a yelp. The wall thankfully 'cushioned' the tumble to a stop. Bakura's mind was spinning and he couldn't feel his limbs. That wasn't good. He started to move and in almost an instant all the feeling flooded back into his body. As he opened his eyes he froze. Marik was lying in an unconscious heap on the floor. "Just great."
--
Marik swore he heard sounds but he couldn't see anything. He could hear people talking but it was all muffled. Even when he opened his eyes he saw nothing. He saw darkness. Had he passed out? Where exactly was he anyways? He shook his head, which only seemed to result in giving him a headache, and opened his eyes again. Color. He could see again. Maybe he wasn't seeing 'right' though. It was dark. No, the room he was in was dark. He used his arms to ease himself into a sitting position and rubbed his forehead.
"Feeling any better?" A kind voice asked.
Marik turned to see a short lady with auburn hair and green eyes smiling at him. "Uh, I think so. What happened and where am I?"
"You're in the Nurse's Office. No need to worry. Bakura brought you here. He was really worried about you-"
"No I wasn't!" A voice interrupted her. It was Bakura. "I just brought him here 'cause he had been knocked out."
Marik frowned. "How did that happen?"
"Um, well, I ran into the school and you were standing there or something 'cause I slammed right into you! Talk about stupid. Who stands randomly in doorways?"
"Oh, I was? I really don't remember. I don't remember anything. I do remember walking into the school though."
"Well," the nurse interrupted, "at any rate, at least he brought you here." Marik would've sworn she winked. "I have to go pick up some things from the school office. I'll leave you two alone." And with that, she was out the door in a second.
"What is up with the people who work here?" Marik mumbled.
Bakura cleared his throat making his presence known. "Listen Marik, um, I'm sorry-", he stopped himself.
Marik let him take his time. He knew this would be hard for Bakura.
"Um," he continued, "I'm sorry for-, for-, running into you in the hallway." That last part was a slurred and NOT what Marik had expected to hear.
"Oh, well, I forgive you then," he turned to look away.
This made Bakura angry. "What did you expect Marik? I'm obviously not who you think I am! I don't 'function' the way you do!"
Principal Satome's words were once again echoing in Marik's mind.
"But, you may come to see that Bakura isn't quite whom you think him to be."
"Listen Bakura," he was destined to prove both him and the principal wrong, "I know that you aren't one of the nicest guys on earth. Hell, you're not even very nice at all, but, I also know that you've been through a lot in your life and maybe I'll just have to get used to the way you are, and may always be. I do know that there's kindness somewhere inside of you though, despite your efforts to hide it. I believe there is goodness somewhere in everything. You just have to find it."
Bakura chuckled bitterly. "Now you listen Marik, I think you've been blinded by your own judgment. Not everything in life is happy and perfect. Not everything in life is warm and loving. Tch, I'm living proof. What you need to understand is that you can't change the way I am with a few words. Your little philosophy on how there's good in everything, well, it's wrong."
"Why do you say that? Because YOU refuse to believe it? Look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you've never looked at something and thought it was beautiful or thought about something wonderful. Tell me that!"
"Oh, I see now. You think that just because something looks beautiful or seems like something nice, it HAS to be good."
"Yes, I do. Or else, why would it be the way it is?"
Bakura lunged towards the bed and grabbed Marik, pushing him onto his back and at the same time, sealing his mouth over his. This caught Marik WAY off guard at first but as soon as he realized what was happening, he froze up. Bakura was smashing their lips together and it really hurt. Marik couldn't catch his breath or anything. His mouth was stinging and he felt really terrible. He had to break away but he couldn't. Bakura was too strong. He clawed at Bakura's shirt in an effort to push him away but he only seemed to press harder. Marik tried to yell but he couldn't. It only came out as a muffled sound. It really got worse when Bakura bit Marik's lower lip really hard. Finally, after that, he drew away.
Marik sat up quickly and brought a hand to his mouth. When he pulled it back, there was blood. "What the hell was that for?!" he asked, still shocked, confused and breathing heavily in an effort to catch his breath.
Bakura stood panting and shook his head. "That was what people call a kiss. It's a wonderful and nice thing to some, but, was that very enjoyable for you? Obviously not. A kiss can be a beautiful thing, yes, but I just put all my hate and anger into that kiss and there was nothing good about it, no matter how "nice" it may seem to others. You're wrong Marik, you're VERY wrong and I just proved it." He turned and stormed out the door.
Marik just sat still. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He got out of the bed and used a warm rag to wipe away the blood from his mouth. A moment later, the dismissal bell rang. Marik sighed. Detention time.
He left the small office and made his way to his locker. 'Maybe it didn't really happen,' he thought as he fumbled with his lock.' The small bloodstain on his collar was a dead giveaway that yes, it did happen. He slammed his locker shut, hastily closing the lock's shackle, and slumped off to the detention room.
When he got there, he noticed that the room was empty except for a single teacher with glasses sitting at the front desk.
"Um, Sir, is there where I am to serve detention?" he asked.
The teacher looked up from the papers he was reading and lowered his head so he could look over his glasses. "Are you Marik Ishtar?"
"Yes I am."
"Well, then, it says here that you will be serving detention with Principal Satome instead."
"What?!"
"Do you need directions to his office?"
"No, I don't." He turned and almost had to drag himself to the office. 'Why me?' He reached the door and opened it only to see darkness. Nothing new. "Uh, Principal Satome?" He looked around but didn't see the man anywhere. As he walked in the door was closed behind him. Marik swung around to see none other than the Principal.
"Well, I was afraid you didn't get my message. It's good to see you found your way here. Please, take a seat over there." He pointed to a chair positioned 'conveniently' in front of his desk.
"Um, Alright," he walked over and sat in the chair. No way would he be able to sit here for 45 minutes!
"Marik, I will be right back. I trust you won't be sneaking off or anything."
"No Sir," he mumbled.
"Very well then," he said and exited the room.
Marik slumped down in his chair. 'Damn him.' He was in a really depressed mood. Maybe Bakura was right. He brought one of his trembling hands up once again to touch his mouth then quickly pulled it away. He wanted to disappear, to be no more. Especially if he was such a 'waste' as Bakura said. 'Maybe he really was right,' he thought once again.
His thoughts were interrupted by the pushing open of the door and almost immediately the slamming of it shut. Marik turned expecting to see Principal Satome but instead, he saw the faint outline of a guy younger than the Principal but not too much older than himself. They had a muscular build as well.
"Who are you?" Marik asked, with a cautious tone in his voice.
The stranger just laughed. "That's not important. What is important is deciding what I am going to do with you."
"Do with me?" Marik gripped the edge of the table and stood up. "What exactly do you want?" He narrowed his gaze and backed up.
"Heh, you'll know soon enough." In a quick moment he gripped onto Marik's wrist pulling him towards him.
"Let me go!" he struggled to get away but once again failed. When he looked up into the stranger's face, he saw nothing but a small smirk and it disgusted him. He kicked him in the shin and the stranger loosened his grip allowing Marik to pull free. He took the first chance he got and darted out of the room.
The stranger just laughed cynically and slowly exited the office. "You can run Marik, but, you cannot hide."
---TBC---
===Next Chapter: All the doors of the school have been locked! What will Bakura do when he realizes that Marik hasn't come home yet?
Well, there's that chapter. Craziness I know but don't worry. The next chapter should be up within the next week. I love how this story is coming along!
Please review! Thanks again!
```AmethystRoze```
Chapter 3
Marik rubbed his eyes and slowly opened them. Why did he feel so strange? He felt almost bad with a tint of regret. He stretched his arms out and yawned. "Hey- wait a-" he sat up quickly and looked around. Bakura wasn't there! A smile slowly crept across his face. Maybe it was all over. Maybe he and Bakura had no more to worry about. Maybe everything was back to normal.
He sat up and swung his legs off the bed and cautiously looked around. Still no sign of Bakura anywhere. This was good.
"Oh yeah," he said looking down. He still had his school clothes on. 'Well then, how did I get into bed?' He stood up and headed out into the hallway at a somewhat fast pace. Where exactly was Bakura anyways? Usually he was up yelling or something. He had to stop walking again. 'How did I even get in here?'
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Marik turned fast to face a furious Bakura. He had his fists clenched, his hair was a mess and, there was a large bruise on his left cheek. A very large bruise.
"Bakura! What happened to your face?" he said and quickly walked to stand in front of the angry white-haired teen.
SLAP!!!
Marik went sprawling. He used the wall to drag himself back to his feet and turned to glare at Bakura. "What the hell was that for!?" he yelled, holding onto his cheek.
Bakura's expression remained unchanged. "Like you don't know."
"I don't have any idea what you're talking about!"
"YOU did this to me Marik! YOU did! Don't even try to deny it! You're the only other person in this house and I sure as hell don't slap myself around in my sleep. Now, let's get a few things straight here: I am obviously not the person you think me to be. I don't give a damn about your feelings, your hopes, your dreams. Nothing! You are useless to me. You're a waste of space. You're a waste of human life. Most importantly, you're a waste of MY time. Now, I hope I've made things clear for you Marik because I don't want to have to say this again."
Marik fought hard and achieved in not crying. He would've only made the situation much more worse. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. "Well, um, I'm sorry you feel that way. You've made things crystal clear. I guess I'll see you at school." He said and quickly exited the house.
Bakura just sort of stood there for a moment wondering why in the world he had just said that. 'Marik.I didn't-" he lowered his head and whispered, "I didn't mean it." He continued to speak aloud. "What have I become? Since when do I give a damn whose feelings I hurt? Since when did I become such a softie?! I really need a break."
--
Marik was running to school. No bike today. He wanted to get as far away from that house as he possibly could. Staying with Bakura was a bad idea. How could Bakura have thought that? Him, hit Bakura? Right. That was preposterous.
He reached school and almost immediately regretted even coming. 'Detention. What a waste of an afternoon.' He rushed to his locker, grabbed his books, and slowly walked to first period. He had plenty of time so there was no rush. As he passed by one of the classrooms he just happened to glance in the window. PANIC! His hair was a mess! He took a second to quickly comb his fingers through his hair in a sad effort to at least make himself mildly presentable.
"Well, good morning young Ishtar."
Marik fought hard not to roll his eyes or swear. He turned slowly to see Principal Satome with that same sardonic smile on his face. And since when did he become 'young Ishtar'? "Good morning sir," he more or less mumbled. "Is there anything I can do for you?" Now that was a mistake.
"Actually there is. I was hoping to have a talk with you about your little friend Bakura." The smile on his face had disappeared, replaced with a thin line.
"Bakura?" Just great. He really didn't want to talk about him right now. Scratch that. Ever.
"Yes. You know, someone like you shouldn't hang out with someone like him. He's a, shall we say, bad influence."
"Well, I'm not exactly sure why you would think that but," now that was a lie and a half, "Bakura is my friend. I can't just stop hanging out with him."
He smirked for a second. "Very well. But, you may come to see that Bakura isn't quite whom you think him to be."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm just saying from past events, Bakura wouldn't save you if you were in trouble. He would just move on to other prey. You're like excess baggage to him. You don't MEAN anything to him. You're just kind of there."
Marik was so close to punching him that he had to hold his right hand tightly just to stop himself. He didn't need to hear that. Not twice in one day. Not again. "Well, thank you for your, uh, concern. I have to go now." He turned around and quickly walked off.
The day passed by as slow as molasses. At lunch, Marik sat alone under his tree and sort of stared off into space. Thankfully no one spoke to him because he probably would've ignored them anyway. He couldn't help but remember what Bakura had said. It was all fresh in his mind.
"I don't give a damn about your feelings,. You are useless to me."
He buried his face in his hands. The next part seemed to echo through his mind.
"You're a waste of space. You're a waste of human life. Most
importantly, you're a waste of MY time."
He stood up and slowly walked towards the school. He wanted to forget this day. He wanted to erase it from his mind.
"Marik, don't trouble yourself so much. I promise not to give you too much more trouble."
Marik turned quickly. It was that voice again. Who was saying that? He looked around but there was no one near him. "I really need to get more sleep." He trudged back into the school and back to class.
--
Bakura sat up high on a tree limb. He watched with sad eyes as Marik disappeared into the school. Maybe he should've apologized. He definitely should of. He hopped down from the tree and raced towards the school.
As soon as he zoomed through the doors he hit something and went tumbling onto the ground with the unknown object. There was a lot of rolling, pain, and even a yelp. The wall thankfully 'cushioned' the tumble to a stop. Bakura's mind was spinning and he couldn't feel his limbs. That wasn't good. He started to move and in almost an instant all the feeling flooded back into his body. As he opened his eyes he froze. Marik was lying in an unconscious heap on the floor. "Just great."
--
Marik swore he heard sounds but he couldn't see anything. He could hear people talking but it was all muffled. Even when he opened his eyes he saw nothing. He saw darkness. Had he passed out? Where exactly was he anyways? He shook his head, which only seemed to result in giving him a headache, and opened his eyes again. Color. He could see again. Maybe he wasn't seeing 'right' though. It was dark. No, the room he was in was dark. He used his arms to ease himself into a sitting position and rubbed his forehead.
"Feeling any better?" A kind voice asked.
Marik turned to see a short lady with auburn hair and green eyes smiling at him. "Uh, I think so. What happened and where am I?"
"You're in the Nurse's Office. No need to worry. Bakura brought you here. He was really worried about you-"
"No I wasn't!" A voice interrupted her. It was Bakura. "I just brought him here 'cause he had been knocked out."
Marik frowned. "How did that happen?"
"Um, well, I ran into the school and you were standing there or something 'cause I slammed right into you! Talk about stupid. Who stands randomly in doorways?"
"Oh, I was? I really don't remember. I don't remember anything. I do remember walking into the school though."
"Well," the nurse interrupted, "at any rate, at least he brought you here." Marik would've sworn she winked. "I have to go pick up some things from the school office. I'll leave you two alone." And with that, she was out the door in a second.
"What is up with the people who work here?" Marik mumbled.
Bakura cleared his throat making his presence known. "Listen Marik, um, I'm sorry-", he stopped himself.
Marik let him take his time. He knew this would be hard for Bakura.
"Um," he continued, "I'm sorry for-, for-, running into you in the hallway." That last part was a slurred and NOT what Marik had expected to hear.
"Oh, well, I forgive you then," he turned to look away.
This made Bakura angry. "What did you expect Marik? I'm obviously not who you think I am! I don't 'function' the way you do!"
Principal Satome's words were once again echoing in Marik's mind.
"But, you may come to see that Bakura isn't quite whom you think him to be."
"Listen Bakura," he was destined to prove both him and the principal wrong, "I know that you aren't one of the nicest guys on earth. Hell, you're not even very nice at all, but, I also know that you've been through a lot in your life and maybe I'll just have to get used to the way you are, and may always be. I do know that there's kindness somewhere inside of you though, despite your efforts to hide it. I believe there is goodness somewhere in everything. You just have to find it."
Bakura chuckled bitterly. "Now you listen Marik, I think you've been blinded by your own judgment. Not everything in life is happy and perfect. Not everything in life is warm and loving. Tch, I'm living proof. What you need to understand is that you can't change the way I am with a few words. Your little philosophy on how there's good in everything, well, it's wrong."
"Why do you say that? Because YOU refuse to believe it? Look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you've never looked at something and thought it was beautiful or thought about something wonderful. Tell me that!"
"Oh, I see now. You think that just because something looks beautiful or seems like something nice, it HAS to be good."
"Yes, I do. Or else, why would it be the way it is?"
Bakura lunged towards the bed and grabbed Marik, pushing him onto his back and at the same time, sealing his mouth over his. This caught Marik WAY off guard at first but as soon as he realized what was happening, he froze up. Bakura was smashing their lips together and it really hurt. Marik couldn't catch his breath or anything. His mouth was stinging and he felt really terrible. He had to break away but he couldn't. Bakura was too strong. He clawed at Bakura's shirt in an effort to push him away but he only seemed to press harder. Marik tried to yell but he couldn't. It only came out as a muffled sound. It really got worse when Bakura bit Marik's lower lip really hard. Finally, after that, he drew away.
Marik sat up quickly and brought a hand to his mouth. When he pulled it back, there was blood. "What the hell was that for?!" he asked, still shocked, confused and breathing heavily in an effort to catch his breath.
Bakura stood panting and shook his head. "That was what people call a kiss. It's a wonderful and nice thing to some, but, was that very enjoyable for you? Obviously not. A kiss can be a beautiful thing, yes, but I just put all my hate and anger into that kiss and there was nothing good about it, no matter how "nice" it may seem to others. You're wrong Marik, you're VERY wrong and I just proved it." He turned and stormed out the door.
Marik just sat still. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He got out of the bed and used a warm rag to wipe away the blood from his mouth. A moment later, the dismissal bell rang. Marik sighed. Detention time.
He left the small office and made his way to his locker. 'Maybe it didn't really happen,' he thought as he fumbled with his lock.' The small bloodstain on his collar was a dead giveaway that yes, it did happen. He slammed his locker shut, hastily closing the lock's shackle, and slumped off to the detention room.
When he got there, he noticed that the room was empty except for a single teacher with glasses sitting at the front desk.
"Um, Sir, is there where I am to serve detention?" he asked.
The teacher looked up from the papers he was reading and lowered his head so he could look over his glasses. "Are you Marik Ishtar?"
"Yes I am."
"Well, then, it says here that you will be serving detention with Principal Satome instead."
"What?!"
"Do you need directions to his office?"
"No, I don't." He turned and almost had to drag himself to the office. 'Why me?' He reached the door and opened it only to see darkness. Nothing new. "Uh, Principal Satome?" He looked around but didn't see the man anywhere. As he walked in the door was closed behind him. Marik swung around to see none other than the Principal.
"Well, I was afraid you didn't get my message. It's good to see you found your way here. Please, take a seat over there." He pointed to a chair positioned 'conveniently' in front of his desk.
"Um, Alright," he walked over and sat in the chair. No way would he be able to sit here for 45 minutes!
"Marik, I will be right back. I trust you won't be sneaking off or anything."
"No Sir," he mumbled.
"Very well then," he said and exited the room.
Marik slumped down in his chair. 'Damn him.' He was in a really depressed mood. Maybe Bakura was right. He brought one of his trembling hands up once again to touch his mouth then quickly pulled it away. He wanted to disappear, to be no more. Especially if he was such a 'waste' as Bakura said. 'Maybe he really was right,' he thought once again.
His thoughts were interrupted by the pushing open of the door and almost immediately the slamming of it shut. Marik turned expecting to see Principal Satome but instead, he saw the faint outline of a guy younger than the Principal but not too much older than himself. They had a muscular build as well.
"Who are you?" Marik asked, with a cautious tone in his voice.
The stranger just laughed. "That's not important. What is important is deciding what I am going to do with you."
"Do with me?" Marik gripped the edge of the table and stood up. "What exactly do you want?" He narrowed his gaze and backed up.
"Heh, you'll know soon enough." In a quick moment he gripped onto Marik's wrist pulling him towards him.
"Let me go!" he struggled to get away but once again failed. When he looked up into the stranger's face, he saw nothing but a small smirk and it disgusted him. He kicked him in the shin and the stranger loosened his grip allowing Marik to pull free. He took the first chance he got and darted out of the room.
The stranger just laughed cynically and slowly exited the office. "You can run Marik, but, you cannot hide."
---TBC---
===Next Chapter: All the doors of the school have been locked! What will Bakura do when he realizes that Marik hasn't come home yet?
Well, there's that chapter. Craziness I know but don't worry. The next chapter should be up within the next week. I love how this story is coming along!
Please review! Thanks again!
```AmethystRoze```