Hello! I'm really sorry I didn't continue this story sooner, but I'll explain why. Anyone that lives in my county, well, mostly anyone, knows that a good friend of mine, Devin Rape, got hit by car a little while ago, was kept in ICU for a few days, then had his funeral a few days later. Even so, that's not all of the reason why I haven't written.
My rabbit Phawn has died from cold exposure, my dog Tiger has died from old age, the disk that this story was saved on got too close to a magnet and was erased(meaning that this is a second copy) and I hate nothing more than to rewrite a story. I assure all of these instances have made me cry like nothing else. Hopefully, it won't happen next time and my update will be a lot quicker.
On with the Chapter!
Malik awoke to a rather loud ringing in his left ear. His eyes blinked open and caught the sight of blaring red numbers just before he unplugged the clock and threw it across the room. Feeling a sadistic pleasure when the annoying plastic contraption collided with and broke against the wall, Malik slid his feet out of bed and stood up with a yawn. He made his way to the bathroom, tripping on things that already littered his floor, and sourly turned on the water.
After he finished with his self-hygeine, such as brushing his teeth and washing his face, Malik walked back into his bedroom and eyed the broken alarm clock warily. He sighed in anger because he knew that he would have to waste money to buy another one, simply to have it broken again. As he was fishing through his already dirty closet for his other Domino High uniform, he heard a high pitched tapping on his window.
He turned and strode over to his window, looking outside in surprise. Light lavender irises, framed by a blonde mane, raised to meet Malik's eyes of the same color. The sophomore motioned for the taller male to come in and Marik made his way to the door to accomplish just that.
It only took Marik a few seconds to find the other's room, which both surprised and frightened Malik. He had only met the senior yesterday. Was Marik watching him? If not, how did he find his way up so easily? Malik's room was on the second floor.
Marik sat down on the edge of Malik's gold and silver bed and, as Malik studied him, the suspicions dropped to the back of his mind and faded away. Marik seemed fascinated with Malik's room and Malik, not at all feeling as ashamed as he should have been because of the mess, was following Marik's eyes as they traveled around the room.
First, the senior looked at the bronzed offering statue of Ra, the Egyptian god of the sun, sometimes called Re or Ra-Atum, but when his gaze shifted to the various ancient tomb guardian books that Malik had foolishly left out after he finished studying last night, Malik thanked every god and goddess that he knew of when the senior only raised an eyebrow. The taller male's pupils finally rested on the various weapons that were laying haphazardly across almost every surface.
"Do you even know how to use them?" came the voice that Malik had already fallen in love with. Instead of swooning like he normally would, Malik scoffed at the question.
"Of course. My sister made sure that I was profficient in all of them. I work best with the twin daggers and the staff, but I'm okay with the whip and sword," he said proudly. The arrogant smirk was soon knocked off his face when Marik pulled the short boy into his lap, leaving him sputtering. "Hey--"
Marik grinned and stopped the forth-coming remark with a chaste kiss. Malik groaned and pulled back quickly.
"Stop that!" he snapped, an angry expression contorting his features. Marik looked confused and Malik couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but he schooled his emotions and stood up. "It's rude to interrupt people when they're speaking!"
"What's wrong with you? You're not usually like this," said Marik softly.
"How would you know? I could be bi-polar and act like this normally! You're barely known me for twenty-four hours!" snapped Malik back at him.
Marik growled in the back of his throat and Malik suddenly wished to take back what he had said. He stood up and made for the door, his eyes cold and hurt. Just when he was about to go into the hallway, he turned back. "See you at school, Ishtar."
"Marik, please wait," said Malik suddenly. He scuffed his toe against the wood of his floor and sighed. "Look, I'm not good at this, so I'll only say it once. I apologize. I am not very good mannered when I first wake up. I'm pretty sure I am the reason the phrase 'not a morning person' exists."
"Then we'll just have to work on that, won't we?" asked Marik, his lavender eyes once again open and warm, like the first time Malik saw them. He once again sat down on the bed and glanced down at his watch, then up at Malik, who stared back at him. "You know, we have ten minutes till school starts and you aren't dressed yet."
"Oh, damn!" said Malik, running into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. He was brushing his hair while coming back into his bedroom a scant two minutes later and he pulled on his shoes, grabbing his school-issue briefcase when Marik held it out.
He picked the key to his door from its position on the coffee table in his living room and the two students rushed out of the door. Marik took Malik's hand and they ran to school, getting inside of the gates just as the bell rang.
Resting against a tree, Malik tried to regain his breath. Marik looked hardly winded and Malik stuck out his tongue. Did he always run a mile in nearly three minutes?
"You shouldn't pick me up anymore. I'm known even in Egypt for being late, no matter how far or close I am to my destination. You'll only be late with me," said Malik bitterly, still attempting to breathe normally. Marik only smirked.
As soon as Malik was able to, they took off again, ramming into a small student as they entered the front office. Pale lavender eyes met deep purple as Marik tried to sit up, rubbing his head.
"That hurt, dammit!" he howled. Malik looked his over and viewed no major injuries and deemed him able to stand up on his own. As soon as Marik stood, the object they ran into bowed as though Marik were a king. Or a pharoah.
"I'm sorry, Marik-sama. I did not see you there," said Yugi Motou, dusting himself off. Marik had to remind himself that this was Yami's favorite person out of the entire student body and were he to hurt him mentally or physically, he would have hell to pay; then he simply scowled and waved off the tiny boy.
Malik sighed. "It wasn't your fault, Yugi. This moron wasn't watching where he was going."
"Thank you for the sympathy, Malik, dear," ground out Marik angrily. Malik grinned and nodded. Yugi watched him with wary eyes, but Marik ignored him easily, focusing on Malik as the male leaned against the wall. The tri-color haired teen had to cough before he had their attention again. "Yes?"
"You do know that the bell has rung, right?" inquired Yugi softly. Malik and Marik both nodded. "Then you both know that I'll have to write you up for being late, right?"
Marik groaned. "Damn. If I get another late note I'm going to be suspended."
Despite the fact that Yugi was the one that was going to personally hand him his doom, Marik found that he couldn't hold it against the sophomore who was only doing his job. Malik patted him on the back, but didn't appear too grieved by it. Marik glared, earning only a laugh.
"You are lucky that Umino-sensei isn't in today," grumbled Yugi. The two blonde looked in his direction as he tore off a red sheet and a blue sheet from two separate pad of paper, scribbling furiously. He strode over and handed the blue one to Marik and the red one to Malik.
Malik stared at it, a questioning expression on his face. "Yugi, what is this?"
"Your official excuse is that you were on time, but I was getting picked on again and you stopped to help. The teachers have a sort of weak spot where their sophomore genius is concerned and they shouldn't give you too much trouble," said Yugi. He smiled and Marik suddenly found out first-hand why Yami favored this boy when there were so many other that were perhaps cuter or, actually, taller. This short male was an angel and Marik couldn't think of anyone, even Malik, that suited the word better.
"Hey, thanks," said Marik. Yugi turned to him and started pushing them through the double doors.
"Shoo, both of you, before I lose my job," ordered Yugi, sitting back down behind the desk, filling out forms quietly. Malik and Marik rushed down the hall and, stopping right outside Malik's classroom, Marik kissed him soundly on the lips and parted, examining Malik's note.
Marik groaned and Malik looked over at him with concern reflected in his eyes. "What's wrong? Did Yugi forget to write down something?"
Marik shook his head. "My first teacher is a pain in the ass. He hates me and if I don't arrive on the time instructed by the tardy ticket, then it's counted as an absence and, like I said, if I get absent once again, I'll be suspended."
"But isn't there something you could do? Let me see your note," instructed the male. Marik handed over both Malik's and his own excuses and Malik studied them like the tomb guardians studied ancient tablets; making sure that nothing was overlooked. Instead of letting out an enraged yell like expected, Malik laughed and handed it back gingerly.
Just before the teacher opened the door to his classroom, Malik kissed Marik on the cheek, walking inside, mouthing the words "Trust me". The teacher glared at Marik until he turned and walked away, looking his longer note over.
Yugi was very intellegent. In fact, he prided himself on that fact. However, this time, even Malik had underestimated his friend's deviousness. The tiny angel now had Marik in his debt and the taller male couldn't wait for their lunch period.
Marik grinned and ran to his first class hastily.
"Marik. Late yet again, I see. What is that, nine times now? I do believe that gets you expelled," said the teacher gleefully, already grabbing a stray pen and fishing through his desk for the expulsion report. Marik handed out his pass and the teacher glared at it, appearing as though he had just swallowed something very bitter.
"First of all, after nine tardies, it's suspension, not expulsion. Second of all, I have a note from the front desk," snapped Marik in his permenant bad mood.
The teacher's beady black eyes searched the note very carefully as though checking for forgeries. He ran his fingers through his overly greasy black hair and glanced back up at the young delinquent.
"Let me get this straight. You arrived at school on time, saw Yugi Motou getting attacked and rushed to his aid with Malik Ishtar and, after Ishtar left for class, you stayed to check for any mental injuries?" inquired the teacher with a disbelieving expression.
Marik nodded noiselessly, examining his well kept for nails.
"That sounds strangely forged," snorted the teacher. Marik shrugged, moving to the back of the class where his seat was. The blonde waved over his head and sat down.
"Check with the boy genius yourself if you don't believe me," said Marik, opened his textbook with a lazy grin. The teacher crumpled the note, threw it away and furiously turned to the chalkboard, continuing with the interrupted lession.
Marik drowned out the instructor almost immediantly. Watching the clock out of the side of his eyes as he buried his face in his arms, Marik waited for the class to end. As the second hand ticked slowly, he was reminded of the old saying, "a watched pot never boils". He sighed and fell asleep slowly.
A loud ringing awoke Marik and he moved to his next class like a zombie. The next three and a half hours passed a lot quicker than the first and Marik couldn't help the yell of mirth as the wait ended and the last bell before his free period, commonly labeled LUNCH, came.
He quickly gathered his books and placed his briefcase in his next class, going to the school courtyard as quickly as he possibly could, searching for Malik around every corner. He was just about to give up and join the "popular" table with his most trusted friends when he heard the tailed end of a conversation.
"--You know you can tell us," came a very calm, slightly English-accented voice. Marik, half of his body concealed behind a sakura tree, listened as the talking started up again. "We wouldn't blame you, Malik. You do know that, right?"
"Blame me? For what?" giggled Malik. He smiled at the two. "You worry too much."
"We're just not used to having friends as out-going as you. And, on the first day of school, you got detention and on the second day you show up with a well-known. . .scary person. . .we just thought. . .I don't know. I'm just not used to this and I worry," admitted Yugi's innocent voice.
"Not used to this? What do you mean? You're in highschool. Live like it!" said Malik.
"Malik, I live in the second story of a gaming shop in downtown Domino with my grandpa. After my mom and dad died in a plane crash when I was seven, I became very introverted and soft spoken. I fear large crowds and I get skittish around people I don't know. You seem like my polar opposite and, because of that, I can't help but worry about you," reasoned Yugi, his intellegence showing through stronger than before.
Malik considered the conversation and sighed. "I'll try to act like a good little boy, okay, Yugi? Ryou?"
"I certainly hope not," said Marik, walking up and placing his arms around Malik's waist. Malik instinctively leaned backwards into the embrace and Marik smiled at the blonde's two friends. "Oh, by the way, I'm pretty sure you know me. As Malik said, I'm described in one word: psycho. Odd, but catchy."
Yugi turned bright pink and Ryou flushed, looking down at the dirt ground as though he discovered something very interesting there. Surprisingly, Ryou was the first to speak, asking, "Malik, you told him?"
The lavender-eyed beauty nodded absently, looking over at where Yami and Bakura were watching the exchange. Marik pushed his present boyfriend off his chest gently and grabbed Yugi's hand, dragging the tiny Domino High student over to where he usually sat. Malik pushed Ryou in front of him and followed the senior.
When they arrived at the now deadly quiet side of the courtyard, Marik shovedYugi and Yami caught him instantly, clearing a spot for the smaller boy to sit next to him. Malik snickered and easily picked Ryou up, setting him down in the fuming Bakura's lap. He grinned as he sat down between Marik's legs, noticing that Ryou hadn't moved and Yugi had scooted close to Yami.
"Well, hey, I'm Malik Ishtar, and for those of you who don't know, that's Ryou Bakura and that's Yugi Motou," introduced the blonde, bowing with a goofy expression on his face.
Yami stared. "Do you mean Ishtar of the Ishtar Corporation?"
"No," said Malik, glaring at Ryou, wordlessly warning him to remain silent. Nobody else noticed the confrontation but Marik, who tightened his arms around Malik's waist.
Chatter started up as Mai walked over and sat on top of the table, stretching, and smirked at Seto, patting him on the head, her hand being slapped away by Jono as soon as he returned from getting drinks for himself and Seto.
As soon as Jono sat down, beside Seto for once, Yami started laughing at random things they spoke of and Bakura kept hitting the older tri-color haired male's forehead silently when he said something that didn't make any sense.
Malik studied the group for the most part, not taking part in the conversation. Yugi and Yami had joined hands and Bakura had his arms around Ryou's waist. However, Marik had been completely innocent throughout the entire period and Malik was starting to wish that he wasn't. As he started thinking, he barely noticed when his hair was parted and pushed over both his shoulders.
It wasn't until a pleasantly warm hand intertwined their fingers, the left hand of Marik massaging Malik's inner thigh, that Malik suddenly felt very hot. Marik tongue slipped out of his mouth and he proceeded to lick and nip at the base of Malik's neck.
The shorter blonde bit back a moan and his one free hand was about to raise to the back of the senior's head when Marik nudged Malik, standing up. They gained the stares of everyone at the table, including Jono, who was currently talking.
Mai hid her laugh behind her right hand and Jono stared. "What's going on?"
"We have to go--"
". . somewhere. . ."
"--to the bathroom--"
"Riiiiight," came the chorus of replies and Marik shot them a dirty look. Mai countered with a vulgar gesture made by the middle finger of her left hand and Malik tugged the senior away.
They rushed, stopping briefly when Marik held the other against the wall, assualting his lips and moving to touch every part of bare skin he could get his hands on. Malik's voice cut through, "We should go somewhere. Oh Ra, anywhere!"
Marik paid him no heed and started tugging at the hem of Malik's shirt. The sophomore raised his arms to helped with the removal of clothing, but it didn't get very far, as a sharp voice rang out, "You two! Stop that right now!"
"Wha--" started Malik, blushing a deep red. His eyes shifted in the direction of the sound and was graced with the sight of an older male that Malik hadn't seen before. He broke away from Marik, who simply stood there, dumbfounded, and stared at the teacher, waiting for a reaction.
"You two, get to the principal's office! Now!" snapped the irritated and slightly dazed instructor. Marik shrugged and grabbed Malik's hand, tugging him away to a foreign place. Malik followed obediently, still unable to comprehend what was going on.
Marik sighed and frowned as they made their way through the hallway and the bell rang, allowing the students to return to class. Considering where they were, at the administrators offices, no students were going to come by, and Malik broke the grip on his hand. Marik studied him carefully.
"Yes?" came the drawling question. Malik leaned against the wall.
"I don't want to go back home," said Malik in a quiet voice. "I was suffocating there."
Marik grinned. "Then don't. This is your first offense and the prinicpal is actually quite lenient when it comes to PDAs."
"You don't understand. My guardian is my sister. If she catches word of this, she could recall me in a minute," stated the blonde, almost trmbling from repressed emotions. His head tilted to the side and glanced at Marik. "PDAs?"
"Public Displays of Affection. Jono and Seto and getting cited all the time, but Seto is a millionaire and he helps fund the school, so he has been let off the hook so many times it's not funny," said Marik, closing his eyes in though. "Unless, of course, you're watching Seto talk to the teachers. Then it's hilarious."
Malik didn't appear convinced and Marik intertwined his fingers around the shorter boy's neck. "You'll be fine, Malik-chan, if I have to take all the blame myself. I mean, it's not like I have parents, so nobody'll care."
The blonde frowned, but made no more objections as they entered the principal's office. Marik found himself grinning, despite Malik's trepidation, and bowed at perhaps the only male to actually earn his respect.
Silver hair flowed from the man's head and it shivered as he shook his head from side to side. "Marik, what am I going to do with you?"
His voice had a sneering quality to it and Malik couldn't figure out why Marik had a liking to this particular human. His tone alone was able to frighten Malik. "You could let me off the hook, you know. I mean, really, who will notice?"
"I will, and that's enough. I was called before you got up here, Marik, and I was informed that you were caught with a first offender. Because of that, you get a loophole," came the principal's voice. Marik smirked.
"Lucky me," he muttered, earning a glare. Malik ws paying rapt attention, though, and didn't notice. "Well. . .?"
The principal sighed and leaned his head back. "I will simply call your gaurdians. So, you should be fine, Marik, but I'll have to call your parents. . .?"
"Malik," prompted the blonde hesitantly.
"No," said Marik firmly. But the principal and Malik turned to frown at him in silence. "Malik can't have someone called. He'll most likely be sent back to his sister."
The silver-haired male growled and stood up. "Marik, I'm already pushing the envelope! Don't make me lose my job!"
Malik rubbed his temple. "It's fine. My sister sent me here for a reason and she won't want to waste the money. I'm sure that if I just promise to not do it again, I can stay. Marik, I'll deal with it, don't worry. Oh, by the way, Principal, what exactly is your name?"
"Pegasus. Maximillion Pegasus," he said. Malik gasped and the tall man dropped back into his chair with an odd glance in Malik's direction. "What's wrong?"
"Do you mean Maximillion Pegasus as the egyptologist pioneer?" demanded Malik. He had never met the man personally, but he had heard stories about the man who dedicated himself to finding all about ancient Egypt, losing his wife in the process.
Pegasus nodded and Malik gaped, but bowed as a professional acknowledgement. Marik watched the situation with calculating eyes, but Malik made no other move. Then Pegasus waved his hand and ordered them out of his office.
They strolled into class, hand in hand, and Yami smirked at them, receiving only a glare and a stuck-out tongue in response. The teacher accepted their notes and pointed them in the direction of their seats. With one last parting glance of sorrow as they moved to where their desks were, on opposite sides of the room, they sat down and waited for the day to end.
Another chapter! Yay! Oh, and, I have a cold, so, sorry if I cough on you.