Alright! This is a story that SimDragon requested so I'm doin' it. I REALLY
like the plot, but it's sorta an AU (alternate universe) so here's a few
things you gots ta know:
In this fic-
--Bakura and Ryou are brothers/twins. --Yami and Yuugi aren't brothers, they just freakishly look alike. (they're a couple in this story) --Malik hasn't met Bakura yet!, but, he's like best friends with Ryou. --Yes, it takes place in Domino still. --Let's just say that everyone is around the age of 16
It kinda starts out a little plain, but, *evil grin*everything gets better once they get to the club.
Summary: AU-ish- Malik has just transferred in to Domino. When Ryou invites him to go to a club, he agrees, and.when a certain band begins to play with Bakura as the lead vocalist, Ryou decides later on to play matchmaker. But, can he get Malik to see past Bakura's temper? Or will Bakura only achieve in scaring him away?
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Chapter 1
-~-~-~ Bakura held out the last note on his guitar before letting go. The song had ended and they had received a standing ovation--- again. Bakura looked back at Yami who just shrugged and smiled while raising one of his drumsticks into the air, and Jounouchi was grinning like a fool while holding the bass.
This was the fifth time they had been invited back to the club! Sure, they were good, but, THAT good?
The Band exited the stage and crashed out in the back.
"Hey Bakura, I think it's really you that keeps us together," Jounouchi pointed out. "Without your voice, it just wouldn't be the same."
Bakura glared, "Jou, if you want a ride home, just ask. Don't be an idiot about it."
Jounouchi smiled, "How do you always figure me out? Is it that obvious?"
"No, you're just that much of an idiot."
Yami smirked. Jounouchi was at it again. They were a really good band though, and maybe what Jou had said was true. Bakura was the serious one, the one that made sure that when something bad happened, it was quickly corrected. He sort of protected Yami and Jounouchi as well, even if he would never admit it.
They all three made a good group. They had Jou- the sarcastic one, Bakura- the severe one, and Yami- the tranquil one.
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Malik stepped down from the train platform quickly. Finally, after 7 straight hours of sitting, here was here.
Domino City.
It really was all it was cracked up to be. The towering buildings, the fancy streets, and the large amount of people.
"Malik, you're here!"
Malik turned to face the voice and smiled. "Ryou, I was wondering where you were."
Ryou sent him a kind smile, as he always did. What he had to be happy about, Malik had no idea. According to Ryou, he had some crazed psycho brother who was always tormenting him and making his life miserable. But, we all know how that is. Siblings tend to stretch the truth.
"Let me help you with some of your bags," Ryou offered.
"Thanks," Malik said, though he really didn't need the help. He knew though that Ryou would insist, as he always did, on helping him. He handed over one of the duffle bags as they both proceeded to Ryou's house.
"I have to caution you Malik, if my brother is home, you might want to steer clear of him," Ryou warned.
Malik shook his head, "You know, I really am beginning to wonder about this brother of yours. He sounds potentially dangerous," he said smirking.
"He is."
It didn't take long to get to the house, which was, in Malik's opinion, big. Ryou fumbled with the keys to unlock the door and once they were inside, Malik dropped his bags onto the floor and practically fell into one of the couch chairs.
"Finally, I can rest," Malik said closing his eyes.
Ryou laughed, "No you can't, it's only 6pm. I wanted to show you this one club."
Malik cracked open one eye, "Shouldn't your brother be home?"
"Nah, he won't be back until later."
"Well, I suppose a club wouldn't hurt. Let's go then!" he hopped up out of the chair.
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Going to the club was fun, except for the fact that they had to walk there. Ryou had apologetically explained how his brother had taken the car out, the ONLY car, by the way, leaving Ryou to either walk to his destinations or catch a ride there.
Malik almost gasped when he they arrived at the club. He had never seen one before so, naturally, this was a new thing for him. The lights, sounds, and layout. Everything was innovative to him.
"Um, Marik, are you gonna stand there all day or come inside?" Ryou asked.
"I pick--- stand here all day," he smirked and walked inside.
On the interior of the place, there was a vast choice of seating, most of which were blocked by people, and on a stage up front, a band was playing. Ryou suggested that they sit somewhere up close to the stage so that Malik could listen to the band so they had.
The previous band had finished, and another one had begun to set up. The lead vocalist cleared his throat and looked out over the crowd. Suddenly, everyone began to cheer!
Malik looked up from his drink with a confused look. Ryou only looked at the band, sighed and faced Malik. "I had a feeling he'd be playing tonight," was all he said.
A few taps on one of the drum's rims and the song began. Almost immediately Malik was engrossed. The Band was amazing. The way the beat flowed, and the music intertwined, it was captivating. The band's members did everything skillfully, making no mistakes and only causing the crowd to cheer more. And--- that voice. It was captivating. Before Malik even realized it, the song had ended and the Band was clearing the stage.
Bakura pulled the strap from around his neck and sat his guitar on the ground. "Jou, you better have a ride home tonight, because I have to be getting home soon."
Jou waved it off. "Yep, don't worry about it. Honda's takin' me home."
"Oh," he gave a conniving grin. He scanned the crowd once more before starting to turn around and froze. His gaze stopped on his brother- Ryou, and his guest. "Hmm. I'll have to go pay my brother a visit."
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"Uh, Ryou, who was playing tonight?" Malik asked.
Ryou smiled. "My brother."
"Oh. Where is he?"
"Right here," a deep voice spoke.
Both Ryou and Malik looked up to face Bakura and his scheming smile.
Ryou swallowed hard. "Bakura."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Don't you 'Bakura' me. Why don't you introduce me to your- companion." He averted his icy stare towards Malik.
"Right. Um, Bakura, this is my friend Malik. Malik, this is my brother, Bakura."
"Ryou, this beanpole is the one who's going to be staying with us for a while?" he asked, sounding aggravated. He looked Malik up and down in a sort of 'inspecting' manner. 'Hmm, of course my brother would have to have a friend who was downright striking staying with us. Damnit, why can't he be ugly.'
Malik raised his gaze. "Excuse me? You certainly don't have the right to be calling anyone a 'beanpole'."
Bakura's expression was grave, "Malik, don't tell me what I can and cannot do."
"Well then, Bakura, don't disparage me while I'm right here."
"Oh, don't worry about that. Most of my criticizing of you will be done behind your back."
"Oh really. Afraid to tell me how you feel to my face?"
Bakura simmered. "I doubt you'd be able to handle what I have to say."
"Try me," he said with a triumphant grin.
Yami made his way over to their table. "Did I miss something?" he asked, turning towards Bakura.
"No. Yami, let's go. We'll leave these two alone," Bakura said with a scoff. He took ahold of Yami's hand and practically dragged him to a nearby table.
They situated themselves in comfortable seats, ordered two waters, and conversed.
"I just can't believe it, Yami," Bakura said, propping his chin in his palm.
Yami tilted his head slightly, "Don't believe what, Bakura?"
"My brother--- and him," he said, motioning to their table.
"I think they're just friends."
"I'm sure." 'Just friends, my ass. Damn him for being so impertinent and attractive at the same time! He makes my blood boil.' "Well, at any rate, how are things with you and your significant other?" he asked, not really sounding interested.
Yami smiled. "Things are good. Yuugi is full of life, as usual."
"I can only imagine."
"Hey you two!" Jounouchi said, grabbing a seat and sitting at their table. "Bakura, I thought you said you had to leave early or somethin'."
"I did. I won't be here much longer. Where's Honda?"
Jounouchi shrugged. "He'll be here soon."
Yami smirked, "Jou, Bakura's got his attention on someone else."
Bakura sneered, "Who, that skinny blonde-haired teen? Riiight. 'Sides, he looks too infatuated with my brother. He sure has guts, talking to me the way he did. Either that, or a death wish."
Jounouchi cocked a brow, "Which skinny blonde-haired teen are you talking about?"
Yami pointed and Jounouchi followed his gaze.
Malik turned slightly and paused. "Uh, Ryou- why are they all staring at us?"
"What?" he turned towards his brother's table and sighed. "I really couldn't tell you." He sighed, "We should get going."
"Yeah. Your brother looks like he might kill me."
"He might. You said some pretty hard-headed things not too long ago."
Malik sat back in his seat. "So did he."
An innocent smile came to Ryou's face. "Um, Malik, I'd hate to break it to you but--- you're sharing a room with him."
Malik's jaw dropped. "What? You're joking. Why can't I share a room with YOU?"
"My room is way too small. Plus, he has a couch with a pull out bed."
"But he's--- he's--- pure evil! I can't stay in his room! That is like asking for a quick painful death. Besides, he's mean, rude, inconsiderate, evil, uncaring, selfish, and thoughtless. I mean, he's practically the devil incarnate! Possibly worse!"
Ryou sighed. "While I'll have to agree with you on most of those things, there's nothing I can do."
Malik slumped in his chair, "Don't say that."
"So Bakura, what exactly is it that you like about him?" Jou asked with a smug grin.
Bakura smirked. "Well, he's funny, he's nice, he's cute--- everything I've ever wanted in a guy." He rolled his eyes, "Please, give me a break."
Yami shifted uncomfortably. "Bakura---"
"Yami!" a soft voice chirped.
Yami turned and smiled. Large violet eyes looked back at him, a kind smile displayed. "Yuugi, when did you get here?"
"Just a second ago. Honda drove me," he said and climbed into Yami's lap.
Honda stood next to the table. "Hey guys. Sorry we got here late. I couldn't find my keys."
Yami rested his chin on Yuugi's head. "It's alright. We were waiting for you to get here so Jou wouldn't have to wait alone."
Bakura snickered, "At least you got here before he started to cry. He was really worried about you."
Jounouchi suppressed a blush. "I was not."
Honda laughed. "Jou, are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, I'll see you guys later. Bakura, have fun with Malik," he teased and stood up. "Bye."
Bakura glowered. "Bye Jou."
Yami waved. "See ya, will you be meeting us tomorrow at the club downtown?"
Jounouchi nodded. "'Course. See ya then," he said and walked off with Honda.
Bakura sighed and stood up. "Well, I should get going as well."
Yami looked up at him. "Are you taking Ryou and Malik home?"
"I have to now," he grumbled. "It's dark. I don't know how I'll be able to get them home without killing Malik though."
Yami smiled slightly, "You'll be able to do it. Will I be seeing you tomorrow then as well?" he asked.
"Yeah. Bye Yami," he said, grabbing up his keys and walking away.
"Bye Bakura."
Ryou smiled at Bakura when he came to their table. "Are you leaving?"
Bakura exhaled noisily. "Yeah, come on. I can't just leave you here."
"Thanks," he looked to Malik as he stood up, "Come on."
Malik stretched and got to his feet. "Alright."
They left the club and walked to the car. Bakura placed his guitar in the trunk and walked back around, surprised to find Ryou in the driver's seat. "What do you think you're doing?"
Ryou shrugged. "I'm driving. Besides, you and Malik should try and get to know each other better."
"I don't want to."
Ryou sighed, "Why not. It's only going to make things more unbearable."
"I don't care. He's disrespectful, strangely unnerving, annoying, rude, mean, insolent, brazen and impertinent. I don't want anything to do with him!"
Ryou chuckled lightly. "Where have I heard this before? Bakura, it's not that bad. He's a nice guy. Just try and be nice to him."
Bakura glared as he opened the door and sat down in the back seat next to Malik. He managed a "Hey again beanpole," as he buckled his seat belt.
Malik didn't turn to face him as he muttered a, "Hello." He turned quickly, "Don't call me that!"
Ryou started the ignition, and started off in the direction of the house. He looked in the rear-view mirror and couldn't help but smile. Bakura and Malik were sitting exactly the same. They each had their chins resting in their palms and both were gazing aimlessly out their window with a perturbed look on their face. "Bakura, did Malik tell you yet?" he asked, getting a crazy idea.
Bakura looked up, "Tell me what?"
"He's sleeping in your room."
Bakura froze, then went off. "No! He is not sleeping in my room! You're crazy!"
Ryou shook his head. "He can't sleep in my room, I don't have any space for him. You have a pull out bed, remember?"
"Yeah, but, just--- no! I am not sleeping with him!"
A moment of silence, then pure insane laughter.
Bakura turned slightly towards Malik with fists poised to punch. Malik was laughing his head off. He now officially hated double meanings.
To make things worse, Ryou was now laughing.
Not too long after the laughing had died down, they pulled into the driveway. Ryou pulled the key out and went and unlocked the door leaving Bakura and Malik alone in back seat.
Bakura glanced at Malik and finally broke the silence. "You had better not snore."
Malik turned towards Bakura and raised an eyebrow. "I don't. Do you?"
"Tch, no. Do you eat a lot? Wait, never mind. You're a beanpole, what am I thinking? Wait, I know the answer to that too: Why on earth did Ryou put the child safety locks on our doors!?"
"I can't believe you two are twins, and yet you act so different."
"Well, one of us has to be the rigorous one. Ryou's too poignant. One thing's for sure though, I definitely inherited the good looks," he said jokingly.
Malik rolled his eyes. Ok, maybe he was slightly attractive. 'No! I did not just think that!' he slightly knocked his head against the glass. 'The LAST thing I need is to start thinking that my best friend's brother is good- looking.' He turned slightly toward him, 'why is he so bothersome ALL the time? Someone must really want me to suffer to make me have to stay in HIS room.'
"It's getting cold out here, where the heck is Ryou?!" Bakura said suddenly.
Suddenly Malik's door opened. "Ok, you two children out," Ryou instructed.
Malik exited quickly and made his way into the house, standing at the front door while Bakura and Ryou walked in. "Um, I guess one of you are going to have to show me where my room is."
Bakura turned and glared at Ryou, "Fine, I will. Come on."
Malik followed him through the house, down a hallway, and finally into a room. Bakura flicked on the light revealing a surprisingly clean and organized room. There was a bed, a couch, two dressers, a closet and a desk.
"Just throw your stuff anywhere." A smirk tugged at his lips, "You're sleeping on the couch tonight." He walked over and pulled a lever attached to the large, taupe sofa changing it from a couch to a bed. A mattress rolled out from under the cushions and the pillows fell into place. "Well, there you go," he said standing up.
Malik sat on the edge of the makeshift bed. "I need blankets."
Bakura shrugged, "Go get them from Ryou. I'm not your slave."
Luckily, Ryou came to the door holding clean sheets. "Here you are Malik," he said and sat them on the bed.
"Thanks, Ryou," Malik said.
Ryou brushed his hands together and stood at the door. "So, how are things so far?"
Bakura fell back in bed with his hands tucked behind his head. "Bad. I can't believe you stuck him in my room."
"I had no choice."
"Yes you did, he could've slept on the floor or something."
Malik raised a brow, "Thanks a lot."
Bakura sat up, "You're welcome. You're lucky enough that I'm allowing you to sleep there."
"I call that, unlucky. All you've done is insult me ever since you first met me!"
Bakura shrugged, "It's not my fault you're a beanpole. Try eating more."
Malik gave up. "You are impossible!"
"I'M impossible?" Bakura asked in an unbelieving tone. "What do you think YOU are?"
Ryou sat back and watched the whole ordeal with a fond smile. They were almost fun to watch. They acted like such--- a couple--- and that gave Ryou an idea. He could try and get them together! It could work! They were pretty much proving to themselves that they were made for each other, whether they liked it or not. Yep, it could work. It would! "I'll see you two in the morning. Goodnight."
But neither of them paid attention as he smiled and closed the door.
Malik grabbed a shirt from one of his bags. 'I don't know how I'm going to survive in here.' He slipped off his shirt, throwing it on the armchair and threw on an oversized one.
Bakura had already changed into his nightclothes and was sliding under the sheets and into his bed. "Tomorrow, you and Ryou are coming with me to a club. Be ready by 9."
"Joy. PM or AM?"
"AM," he snickered. "Goodnight beanpole."
Malik scowled. "Goodnight."
The lights turned were turned out.
One thing was for sure: It was going to be a LONG night.
---TBC---
Well, first chapter completed.
Please review! It helps a lot. Tell me what ya thought and whatnot. SimDragon, email me!
Thanks a lot for reading!
```AmethystRoze```
In this fic-
--Bakura and Ryou are brothers/twins. --Yami and Yuugi aren't brothers, they just freakishly look alike. (they're a couple in this story) --Malik hasn't met Bakura yet!, but, he's like best friends with Ryou. --Yes, it takes place in Domino still. --Let's just say that everyone is around the age of 16
It kinda starts out a little plain, but, *evil grin*everything gets better once they get to the club.
Summary: AU-ish- Malik has just transferred in to Domino. When Ryou invites him to go to a club, he agrees, and.when a certain band begins to play with Bakura as the lead vocalist, Ryou decides later on to play matchmaker. But, can he get Malik to see past Bakura's temper? Or will Bakura only achieve in scaring him away?
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Chapter 1
-~-~-~ Bakura held out the last note on his guitar before letting go. The song had ended and they had received a standing ovation--- again. Bakura looked back at Yami who just shrugged and smiled while raising one of his drumsticks into the air, and Jounouchi was grinning like a fool while holding the bass.
This was the fifth time they had been invited back to the club! Sure, they were good, but, THAT good?
The Band exited the stage and crashed out in the back.
"Hey Bakura, I think it's really you that keeps us together," Jounouchi pointed out. "Without your voice, it just wouldn't be the same."
Bakura glared, "Jou, if you want a ride home, just ask. Don't be an idiot about it."
Jounouchi smiled, "How do you always figure me out? Is it that obvious?"
"No, you're just that much of an idiot."
Yami smirked. Jounouchi was at it again. They were a really good band though, and maybe what Jou had said was true. Bakura was the serious one, the one that made sure that when something bad happened, it was quickly corrected. He sort of protected Yami and Jounouchi as well, even if he would never admit it.
They all three made a good group. They had Jou- the sarcastic one, Bakura- the severe one, and Yami- the tranquil one.
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Malik stepped down from the train platform quickly. Finally, after 7 straight hours of sitting, here was here.
Domino City.
It really was all it was cracked up to be. The towering buildings, the fancy streets, and the large amount of people.
"Malik, you're here!"
Malik turned to face the voice and smiled. "Ryou, I was wondering where you were."
Ryou sent him a kind smile, as he always did. What he had to be happy about, Malik had no idea. According to Ryou, he had some crazed psycho brother who was always tormenting him and making his life miserable. But, we all know how that is. Siblings tend to stretch the truth.
"Let me help you with some of your bags," Ryou offered.
"Thanks," Malik said, though he really didn't need the help. He knew though that Ryou would insist, as he always did, on helping him. He handed over one of the duffle bags as they both proceeded to Ryou's house.
"I have to caution you Malik, if my brother is home, you might want to steer clear of him," Ryou warned.
Malik shook his head, "You know, I really am beginning to wonder about this brother of yours. He sounds potentially dangerous," he said smirking.
"He is."
It didn't take long to get to the house, which was, in Malik's opinion, big. Ryou fumbled with the keys to unlock the door and once they were inside, Malik dropped his bags onto the floor and practically fell into one of the couch chairs.
"Finally, I can rest," Malik said closing his eyes.
Ryou laughed, "No you can't, it's only 6pm. I wanted to show you this one club."
Malik cracked open one eye, "Shouldn't your brother be home?"
"Nah, he won't be back until later."
"Well, I suppose a club wouldn't hurt. Let's go then!" he hopped up out of the chair.
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Going to the club was fun, except for the fact that they had to walk there. Ryou had apologetically explained how his brother had taken the car out, the ONLY car, by the way, leaving Ryou to either walk to his destinations or catch a ride there.
Malik almost gasped when he they arrived at the club. He had never seen one before so, naturally, this was a new thing for him. The lights, sounds, and layout. Everything was innovative to him.
"Um, Marik, are you gonna stand there all day or come inside?" Ryou asked.
"I pick--- stand here all day," he smirked and walked inside.
On the interior of the place, there was a vast choice of seating, most of which were blocked by people, and on a stage up front, a band was playing. Ryou suggested that they sit somewhere up close to the stage so that Malik could listen to the band so they had.
The previous band had finished, and another one had begun to set up. The lead vocalist cleared his throat and looked out over the crowd. Suddenly, everyone began to cheer!
Malik looked up from his drink with a confused look. Ryou only looked at the band, sighed and faced Malik. "I had a feeling he'd be playing tonight," was all he said.
A few taps on one of the drum's rims and the song began. Almost immediately Malik was engrossed. The Band was amazing. The way the beat flowed, and the music intertwined, it was captivating. The band's members did everything skillfully, making no mistakes and only causing the crowd to cheer more. And--- that voice. It was captivating. Before Malik even realized it, the song had ended and the Band was clearing the stage.
Bakura pulled the strap from around his neck and sat his guitar on the ground. "Jou, you better have a ride home tonight, because I have to be getting home soon."
Jou waved it off. "Yep, don't worry about it. Honda's takin' me home."
"Oh," he gave a conniving grin. He scanned the crowd once more before starting to turn around and froze. His gaze stopped on his brother- Ryou, and his guest. "Hmm. I'll have to go pay my brother a visit."
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"Uh, Ryou, who was playing tonight?" Malik asked.
Ryou smiled. "My brother."
"Oh. Where is he?"
"Right here," a deep voice spoke.
Both Ryou and Malik looked up to face Bakura and his scheming smile.
Ryou swallowed hard. "Bakura."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Don't you 'Bakura' me. Why don't you introduce me to your- companion." He averted his icy stare towards Malik.
"Right. Um, Bakura, this is my friend Malik. Malik, this is my brother, Bakura."
"Ryou, this beanpole is the one who's going to be staying with us for a while?" he asked, sounding aggravated. He looked Malik up and down in a sort of 'inspecting' manner. 'Hmm, of course my brother would have to have a friend who was downright striking staying with us. Damnit, why can't he be ugly.'
Malik raised his gaze. "Excuse me? You certainly don't have the right to be calling anyone a 'beanpole'."
Bakura's expression was grave, "Malik, don't tell me what I can and cannot do."
"Well then, Bakura, don't disparage me while I'm right here."
"Oh, don't worry about that. Most of my criticizing of you will be done behind your back."
"Oh really. Afraid to tell me how you feel to my face?"
Bakura simmered. "I doubt you'd be able to handle what I have to say."
"Try me," he said with a triumphant grin.
Yami made his way over to their table. "Did I miss something?" he asked, turning towards Bakura.
"No. Yami, let's go. We'll leave these two alone," Bakura said with a scoff. He took ahold of Yami's hand and practically dragged him to a nearby table.
They situated themselves in comfortable seats, ordered two waters, and conversed.
"I just can't believe it, Yami," Bakura said, propping his chin in his palm.
Yami tilted his head slightly, "Don't believe what, Bakura?"
"My brother--- and him," he said, motioning to their table.
"I think they're just friends."
"I'm sure." 'Just friends, my ass. Damn him for being so impertinent and attractive at the same time! He makes my blood boil.' "Well, at any rate, how are things with you and your significant other?" he asked, not really sounding interested.
Yami smiled. "Things are good. Yuugi is full of life, as usual."
"I can only imagine."
"Hey you two!" Jounouchi said, grabbing a seat and sitting at their table. "Bakura, I thought you said you had to leave early or somethin'."
"I did. I won't be here much longer. Where's Honda?"
Jounouchi shrugged. "He'll be here soon."
Yami smirked, "Jou, Bakura's got his attention on someone else."
Bakura sneered, "Who, that skinny blonde-haired teen? Riiight. 'Sides, he looks too infatuated with my brother. He sure has guts, talking to me the way he did. Either that, or a death wish."
Jounouchi cocked a brow, "Which skinny blonde-haired teen are you talking about?"
Yami pointed and Jounouchi followed his gaze.
Malik turned slightly and paused. "Uh, Ryou- why are they all staring at us?"
"What?" he turned towards his brother's table and sighed. "I really couldn't tell you." He sighed, "We should get going."
"Yeah. Your brother looks like he might kill me."
"He might. You said some pretty hard-headed things not too long ago."
Malik sat back in his seat. "So did he."
An innocent smile came to Ryou's face. "Um, Malik, I'd hate to break it to you but--- you're sharing a room with him."
Malik's jaw dropped. "What? You're joking. Why can't I share a room with YOU?"
"My room is way too small. Plus, he has a couch with a pull out bed."
"But he's--- he's--- pure evil! I can't stay in his room! That is like asking for a quick painful death. Besides, he's mean, rude, inconsiderate, evil, uncaring, selfish, and thoughtless. I mean, he's practically the devil incarnate! Possibly worse!"
Ryou sighed. "While I'll have to agree with you on most of those things, there's nothing I can do."
Malik slumped in his chair, "Don't say that."
"So Bakura, what exactly is it that you like about him?" Jou asked with a smug grin.
Bakura smirked. "Well, he's funny, he's nice, he's cute--- everything I've ever wanted in a guy." He rolled his eyes, "Please, give me a break."
Yami shifted uncomfortably. "Bakura---"
"Yami!" a soft voice chirped.
Yami turned and smiled. Large violet eyes looked back at him, a kind smile displayed. "Yuugi, when did you get here?"
"Just a second ago. Honda drove me," he said and climbed into Yami's lap.
Honda stood next to the table. "Hey guys. Sorry we got here late. I couldn't find my keys."
Yami rested his chin on Yuugi's head. "It's alright. We were waiting for you to get here so Jou wouldn't have to wait alone."
Bakura snickered, "At least you got here before he started to cry. He was really worried about you."
Jounouchi suppressed a blush. "I was not."
Honda laughed. "Jou, are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, I'll see you guys later. Bakura, have fun with Malik," he teased and stood up. "Bye."
Bakura glowered. "Bye Jou."
Yami waved. "See ya, will you be meeting us tomorrow at the club downtown?"
Jounouchi nodded. "'Course. See ya then," he said and walked off with Honda.
Bakura sighed and stood up. "Well, I should get going as well."
Yami looked up at him. "Are you taking Ryou and Malik home?"
"I have to now," he grumbled. "It's dark. I don't know how I'll be able to get them home without killing Malik though."
Yami smiled slightly, "You'll be able to do it. Will I be seeing you tomorrow then as well?" he asked.
"Yeah. Bye Yami," he said, grabbing up his keys and walking away.
"Bye Bakura."
Ryou smiled at Bakura when he came to their table. "Are you leaving?"
Bakura exhaled noisily. "Yeah, come on. I can't just leave you here."
"Thanks," he looked to Malik as he stood up, "Come on."
Malik stretched and got to his feet. "Alright."
They left the club and walked to the car. Bakura placed his guitar in the trunk and walked back around, surprised to find Ryou in the driver's seat. "What do you think you're doing?"
Ryou shrugged. "I'm driving. Besides, you and Malik should try and get to know each other better."
"I don't want to."
Ryou sighed, "Why not. It's only going to make things more unbearable."
"I don't care. He's disrespectful, strangely unnerving, annoying, rude, mean, insolent, brazen and impertinent. I don't want anything to do with him!"
Ryou chuckled lightly. "Where have I heard this before? Bakura, it's not that bad. He's a nice guy. Just try and be nice to him."
Bakura glared as he opened the door and sat down in the back seat next to Malik. He managed a "Hey again beanpole," as he buckled his seat belt.
Malik didn't turn to face him as he muttered a, "Hello." He turned quickly, "Don't call me that!"
Ryou started the ignition, and started off in the direction of the house. He looked in the rear-view mirror and couldn't help but smile. Bakura and Malik were sitting exactly the same. They each had their chins resting in their palms and both were gazing aimlessly out their window with a perturbed look on their face. "Bakura, did Malik tell you yet?" he asked, getting a crazy idea.
Bakura looked up, "Tell me what?"
"He's sleeping in your room."
Bakura froze, then went off. "No! He is not sleeping in my room! You're crazy!"
Ryou shook his head. "He can't sleep in my room, I don't have any space for him. You have a pull out bed, remember?"
"Yeah, but, just--- no! I am not sleeping with him!"
A moment of silence, then pure insane laughter.
Bakura turned slightly towards Malik with fists poised to punch. Malik was laughing his head off. He now officially hated double meanings.
To make things worse, Ryou was now laughing.
Not too long after the laughing had died down, they pulled into the driveway. Ryou pulled the key out and went and unlocked the door leaving Bakura and Malik alone in back seat.
Bakura glanced at Malik and finally broke the silence. "You had better not snore."
Malik turned towards Bakura and raised an eyebrow. "I don't. Do you?"
"Tch, no. Do you eat a lot? Wait, never mind. You're a beanpole, what am I thinking? Wait, I know the answer to that too: Why on earth did Ryou put the child safety locks on our doors!?"
"I can't believe you two are twins, and yet you act so different."
"Well, one of us has to be the rigorous one. Ryou's too poignant. One thing's for sure though, I definitely inherited the good looks," he said jokingly.
Malik rolled his eyes. Ok, maybe he was slightly attractive. 'No! I did not just think that!' he slightly knocked his head against the glass. 'The LAST thing I need is to start thinking that my best friend's brother is good- looking.' He turned slightly toward him, 'why is he so bothersome ALL the time? Someone must really want me to suffer to make me have to stay in HIS room.'
"It's getting cold out here, where the heck is Ryou?!" Bakura said suddenly.
Suddenly Malik's door opened. "Ok, you two children out," Ryou instructed.
Malik exited quickly and made his way into the house, standing at the front door while Bakura and Ryou walked in. "Um, I guess one of you are going to have to show me where my room is."
Bakura turned and glared at Ryou, "Fine, I will. Come on."
Malik followed him through the house, down a hallway, and finally into a room. Bakura flicked on the light revealing a surprisingly clean and organized room. There was a bed, a couch, two dressers, a closet and a desk.
"Just throw your stuff anywhere." A smirk tugged at his lips, "You're sleeping on the couch tonight." He walked over and pulled a lever attached to the large, taupe sofa changing it from a couch to a bed. A mattress rolled out from under the cushions and the pillows fell into place. "Well, there you go," he said standing up.
Malik sat on the edge of the makeshift bed. "I need blankets."
Bakura shrugged, "Go get them from Ryou. I'm not your slave."
Luckily, Ryou came to the door holding clean sheets. "Here you are Malik," he said and sat them on the bed.
"Thanks, Ryou," Malik said.
Ryou brushed his hands together and stood at the door. "So, how are things so far?"
Bakura fell back in bed with his hands tucked behind his head. "Bad. I can't believe you stuck him in my room."
"I had no choice."
"Yes you did, he could've slept on the floor or something."
Malik raised a brow, "Thanks a lot."
Bakura sat up, "You're welcome. You're lucky enough that I'm allowing you to sleep there."
"I call that, unlucky. All you've done is insult me ever since you first met me!"
Bakura shrugged, "It's not my fault you're a beanpole. Try eating more."
Malik gave up. "You are impossible!"
"I'M impossible?" Bakura asked in an unbelieving tone. "What do you think YOU are?"
Ryou sat back and watched the whole ordeal with a fond smile. They were almost fun to watch. They acted like such--- a couple--- and that gave Ryou an idea. He could try and get them together! It could work! They were pretty much proving to themselves that they were made for each other, whether they liked it or not. Yep, it could work. It would! "I'll see you two in the morning. Goodnight."
But neither of them paid attention as he smiled and closed the door.
Malik grabbed a shirt from one of his bags. 'I don't know how I'm going to survive in here.' He slipped off his shirt, throwing it on the armchair and threw on an oversized one.
Bakura had already changed into his nightclothes and was sliding under the sheets and into his bed. "Tomorrow, you and Ryou are coming with me to a club. Be ready by 9."
"Joy. PM or AM?"
"AM," he snickered. "Goodnight beanpole."
Malik scowled. "Goodnight."
The lights turned were turned out.
One thing was for sure: It was going to be a LONG night.
---TBC---
Well, first chapter completed.
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```AmethystRoze```