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The Breakfast Club

Chapter 1

A sliver BMW was parked outside Domino High School at 6:55 a.m. on a Saturday in late March. Sitting in the driver's seat was none other than Mr. Bakura, who was dropping of his son for a Saturday detention. Whoever thought of that?

Ryou sat there, doe-brown eyes looking up at the school out of the window. A little disgusted he had to be here on a Saturday. He sighed, shaking his head a little, silver locks shaking with it.

"I can't believe you can't get me out of this," he moaned. Mr. Bakura sighed, he hated seeing his son unhappy. "It's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday!" Ryou said, more to himself than to his father. His gaze leaving the window he stared at his feet. "It's not like I'm a defective of anything." Mr. Bakura had to chuckle at that.

"I'll make it up to you," he promised, before reaching into the back seat for Ryou's lunch. "Son, skipping class to go shopping does not make you a defective," he said, handing Ryou his lunch. Why his son went shopping of all things was beyond him, and he didn't really want to press the matter. "Have a good day," he said while smiling. Ryou rolled his eyes and got out of the car, walking up to the hell hole on the one day it was almost forbidden to be at.

Sitting in an old brown Honda behind Mr. Bakura was Mr. Mutou and his two grandsons; Yami and Yugi. But Yugi was the one who had detention, Ra knows how, and Mr. Mutou wasn't happy about it.

"Is this the first time of the last time we do this?" He asked. Yugi was staring at his feet, just as he had been doing the whole way there.

"Last," he said quietly. Yami couldn't help but feel sorry for his little brother.

"Well you go in there and use the time to your advantage," Mr. Mutou said sternly.

"Grandpa, we aren't supposed to study. We just sit there and do nothing," Yugi protested.

"Well, mister, you find a way to study!"

"Yeah," Yami said with a smile. Yugi looked back at him, giving him the closest thing he could give to a glare. Yami just ruffled Yugi's hair before saying under his breath to him. "It'll be alright, detention's not that bad. Believe me, I would know." Yugi nodded, still not smiling at all.

"Well go!" Mr. Mutou said, and Yugi got out of the car saying a brief good bye before heading up to the school.

On the curve was a brown pick-up truck, and inside was the famous Marik Ishtar, star player on the wrestling team, and his father. And Marik didn't look to happy, his father just looked sympathetic.

"Hey I screwed around," he said. "Guys screw around there's nothing wrong with that." Marik nodded just to keep his father talking, not really wanting a lecture. "Except you got caught sport."

"Yeah, mom already reamed me, alright?" Marik said in an irritated tone.

"You wanna miss a match?" His father demanded. "You wanna blow your ride?" Marik shook his head a little. "Now no school is gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case!" Marik looked over at his father, eyes emotionless, but you could tell he was angry, if not hurt, by his father's words.

Without another word Marik got out of the truck, slamming the door and going up to the school, more like storming but that wasn't the point.

Marik's father drove away just as a boy walked across the street. Sunglasses on, heavy retro boots with red bandanas tied around them clad his feet, an over coat with his hand shoved into the pockets, and messy spiked white hair hung past his shoulders. He walked up to the school not looking anywhere in particular. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was sleep walking, especially as he walked into the street and was almost run over by a car.

The car stopped, tires screeching but the boy never wavered his pace or his gaze, which seemed to be up at the sky.

Stepping out of the car was a boy named Malik, he was clad in black jeans, a black t-shirt about 3 sizes too small for him, and a black trench coat that was ripped in many places. He had large black boots with two different colored socks. His eyes were heavily outlined in black and he had some sort of bag slung over his shoulder. Standing next to the car, he started towards the drivers seat window, but the car pulled away before he got there. Leaving him standing in the street.

Ryou sat at one of the tables, the one closest to the door so as soon as it was 3:00 he would be the first one out. He sat there for a few minutes, till he started to think he would be the only one there, that wouldn't be so bad. But all too soon Yugi came in, Ryou nodded to him, they had seen each other in the hallways and had homeroom together but besides that they weren't really 'friends.' Yugi sat down at the table behind Ryou, dropping his back pack on the floor.

Soon after that Marik walked in, looking a little frustrated. But Ryou couldn't really blame him, especially if he was in detention too. Marik pointed to a seat at the same table Ryou was at. Ryou just shrugged, so Marik sat down, burring his head in his arms, breathing deeply a couple of times before sitting up.

'Anger problem,' Ryou thought mentally to himself. He and Marik were kind-of friends, they were as other people at school would say 'popular' and he went to a party with Marik once, so detention wouldn't be so bad since Marik was there to talk to.

Or so he thought until the worst student in school walked through the door. The white-haired boy pushed the handles on both doors as he walked in, so they made the most annoying 'clinking' sound. Took both phones off the hooks on the library desk, smacked the computer making it shut down, and picked up a pad of hall passes before shoving them into his coat pocket.

Sliding his sunglasses on top of his head to revile narrowed mud-brown eyes he walked over to where Yugi was sitting and motioned him to move. Yugi picked up his stuff and moved in the direction the boy was waving, and sat down at a table across from him. The boy moved two chairs out, sitting in one and propping his feet up with the other. Dropping his sunglasses on the table.

Malik stalked in, walking around everyone very fast, not giving them a second glance, and slumping into a chair at the table farthest from everyone. Marik looked over at Ryou and they both sniggered a little.

This sure was going to be an interesting day.