"So why do you hate Yami anyway?" Marik asked interested.
Bakura mumbled something.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught that."
Bakura sighed, shifting in the seat on the bus. "We're exes."
Ryou and Marik stared at him. "What?!" they said at the same time.
"Yes, I know," he muttered darkly. "I'm not too happy about it, to be honest."
"Why the hell did you date him?!"
"You can't deny the fact he's good looking," Bakura bit his words off.
Marik shook his head. "And you?"
"What about me?" Ryou asked softly, blushing.
"Why do you put yourself around that idiot?"
"I'm friends with his brother," he said softly.
"He's awfully rude to his brother, don't you think?"
"He's absolutely horrible," Ryou said softly.
"Then you're in an agreement?"
"With what?"
"We're going to get Yami Mouto committed."
A grin spread across Bakura's face. "Splendid," he laughed evilly.
Ryou looked between both of them. "Don't you think...?"
"Shut up," Bakura bit off, smacking Ryou on the arm.
~~~
"I'll fucking kill you!" Yami screamed.
Yugi was huddled in the corner, his arms up, trying to protect himself from Yami's advance on him. "Please! Stop!" He screamed as Yami made a lunge for him. "Stop! Oh god, please stop!"
"Yami, stop it!" Kaiba said harshly.
Yami whirled around. "What did you just say?"
"Stop it. Don't hurt him."
"Who do you think you are?!" Yami screamed.
"You're fucking crazy, Yami. He's your brother; your own flesh and blood. Just stop it right now." He caught Yami by the arm and pushed him against the wall. Yami struggled, throwing mad punches, until Kaiba caught him by the wrists. "Stop it right now," Kaiba said through clenched teeth.
Yami pushed Kaiba back and ran from the room. Kaiba shook his head and made his way to Yugi. "Come on, it's okay," he said softly.
Yugi trembled, avoiding Kaiba's eyes. "Please leave me alone, I'm fine."
"He hurts you a lot, huh? Come on, I won't hurt you."
Yugi looked up into Kaiba's soft blue eyes. Kaiba gave him a half smile and took him into his arms. "I won't let him hurt you again," he said softly.
~~~
Marik reached up and pulled the cord on the bus. "What are you doing?" Bakura asked suddenly.
"I have to stop at home. Would you like to join me...Ryou? Was that it?"
"Yeah, Ryou," the smaller boy whispered.
Marik climbed off the bus, the two brothers following him silently. Marik slammed the door behind him, after letting them in, tossing his visor onto the crowded dinning room chair. "I'm home!" he called out.
Ryou looked around, surprised. The apartment was absolutely horrible. At least the apartment they shared, until their father came home, was somewhat decent. Clothes hung off of everything, tables and chairs were knocked over, and small, make-shift beds were in different corners. It didn't smell, however, and their was no random piles of food lying around.
A tall dark-skinned man came in. He seemed older than Marik, though not father-age. His head was almost completely shaven, except the top, which was pulled-back into ponytail. "Marik, you're home from work," he said softly.
"Rishido, these are...a couple of friends."
Yarik burst in the room. "Marik-pretty!"
Bakura and Ryou's eyes widened as an almost identical boy came rushing for Marik. "Um...who is this?" Bakura asked, cocking his head to the side, confused.
"My t-twin. Yarik, meet Bakura and Ryou... I--"
"Hello!" Yarik screamed, then picked up Marik, squeezing him. Marik didn't even try to fight against him, having grown used to it. "This is my brother, this is my brother, this is my brother!" he shouted, jumping up and down.
"Let me down, please, Yarik."
Yarik dropped Marik suddenly. Marik barley stopped himself from hitting his head on a chair. Yarik turned to Bakura and grabbed him by the arm.
***I've lost inspiration from here on out. Anyone have any ideas or even think I should keep going? All ideas will be considered equaling, even the ones saying "Go to hell!"***
Bakura mumbled something.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught that."
Bakura sighed, shifting in the seat on the bus. "We're exes."
Ryou and Marik stared at him. "What?!" they said at the same time.
"Yes, I know," he muttered darkly. "I'm not too happy about it, to be honest."
"Why the hell did you date him?!"
"You can't deny the fact he's good looking," Bakura bit his words off.
Marik shook his head. "And you?"
"What about me?" Ryou asked softly, blushing.
"Why do you put yourself around that idiot?"
"I'm friends with his brother," he said softly.
"He's awfully rude to his brother, don't you think?"
"He's absolutely horrible," Ryou said softly.
"Then you're in an agreement?"
"With what?"
"We're going to get Yami Mouto committed."
A grin spread across Bakura's face. "Splendid," he laughed evilly.
Ryou looked between both of them. "Don't you think...?"
"Shut up," Bakura bit off, smacking Ryou on the arm.
~~~
"I'll fucking kill you!" Yami screamed.
Yugi was huddled in the corner, his arms up, trying to protect himself from Yami's advance on him. "Please! Stop!" He screamed as Yami made a lunge for him. "Stop! Oh god, please stop!"
"Yami, stop it!" Kaiba said harshly.
Yami whirled around. "What did you just say?"
"Stop it. Don't hurt him."
"Who do you think you are?!" Yami screamed.
"You're fucking crazy, Yami. He's your brother; your own flesh and blood. Just stop it right now." He caught Yami by the arm and pushed him against the wall. Yami struggled, throwing mad punches, until Kaiba caught him by the wrists. "Stop it right now," Kaiba said through clenched teeth.
Yami pushed Kaiba back and ran from the room. Kaiba shook his head and made his way to Yugi. "Come on, it's okay," he said softly.
Yugi trembled, avoiding Kaiba's eyes. "Please leave me alone, I'm fine."
"He hurts you a lot, huh? Come on, I won't hurt you."
Yugi looked up into Kaiba's soft blue eyes. Kaiba gave him a half smile and took him into his arms. "I won't let him hurt you again," he said softly.
~~~
Marik reached up and pulled the cord on the bus. "What are you doing?" Bakura asked suddenly.
"I have to stop at home. Would you like to join me...Ryou? Was that it?"
"Yeah, Ryou," the smaller boy whispered.
Marik climbed off the bus, the two brothers following him silently. Marik slammed the door behind him, after letting them in, tossing his visor onto the crowded dinning room chair. "I'm home!" he called out.
Ryou looked around, surprised. The apartment was absolutely horrible. At least the apartment they shared, until their father came home, was somewhat decent. Clothes hung off of everything, tables and chairs were knocked over, and small, make-shift beds were in different corners. It didn't smell, however, and their was no random piles of food lying around.
A tall dark-skinned man came in. He seemed older than Marik, though not father-age. His head was almost completely shaven, except the top, which was pulled-back into ponytail. "Marik, you're home from work," he said softly.
"Rishido, these are...a couple of friends."
Yarik burst in the room. "Marik-pretty!"
Bakura and Ryou's eyes widened as an almost identical boy came rushing for Marik. "Um...who is this?" Bakura asked, cocking his head to the side, confused.
"My t-twin. Yarik, meet Bakura and Ryou... I--"
"Hello!" Yarik screamed, then picked up Marik, squeezing him. Marik didn't even try to fight against him, having grown used to it. "This is my brother, this is my brother, this is my brother!" he shouted, jumping up and down.
"Let me down, please, Yarik."
Yarik dropped Marik suddenly. Marik barley stopped himself from hitting his head on a chair. Yarik turned to Bakura and grabbed him by the arm.
***I've lost inspiration from here on out. Anyone have any ideas or even think I should keep going? All ideas will be considered equaling, even the ones saying "Go to hell!"***