Draga: Okay, here's the deal. This is AU. Yami and Yugi, Marik and Malik, Ryou and Bakura are twins. Yami and Malik are JUST FRIENDS. I don't know if the shonen-ai is going to show up in this chapter or not. Happy trails!
"Look at that freak," Malik muttered, pointing to the boy who had just walked into homeroom. He was new, no one had ever seen him before. He had long white hair with black tips, russet eyes tinted with crimson, and a few piercings. One in his tongue, one in his left eyebrow, and earrings on both ears all the way up.
"It's not like you can talk, Ishtar," Yami returned, also glaring at the new kid.
"Yeah, but at least I don't look like that," Malik countered. Yami nodded, sizing the freak up.
"I guess that's true. He's not even wearing a uniform!" This was true. He was wearing a pair of black pants and a loose white button up shirt with the top button undone.
"What a dumbass. The teachers'll kill him, especially the principal," Malik nodded. The boy went back and sat in the back corner after talking to the teacher for a minute. He placed the ornately decorated notebook he had been carrying on the desk, and pulled his pen out from behind his ear. He opened the notebook and began to write, not even looking around to see who was in the class.
"Shall we introduce ourselves?" Yami asked, a cruel smirk settling on his pretty face. Malik nodded, a leer coming to his face as well. The shorter boy stood, followed by the blonde, and walked over to the new boy. Yami stayed on one side, while Malik stood on the other. The white haired boy, however, seemed to take no notice. Yami took this as incentive.
"Hey, new kid," Yami started, but was answered before he could continue.
"Fuck off and get away from me," the boy said, not even stopping the pen's motion on the paper.
"Ooh, freak's a tough guy, huh?" Malik taunted. "I guess he has to be, to protect himself anyone who picks on him for being so damned girly looking." The boy's fist clenched, his long nails digging into the palm of his hand. Yami just looked smug.
"Yami Mouto and Malik Ishtar! Take you seats and leave Tazaka-san alone," the teacher demanded. The two boys went back to their seats, feeling accomplished by leaving their 'argument' at that.
"Oh, don't bother Tazaka-san," Malik imitated his teacher in a high-pitched voice. Yami laughed quietly, hand over his mouth. The bell, signaling the end of homeroom, and everyone stood and headed for their classes, Yami and Malik walking together, and the new boy walking slowly behind them to his class.
Lunchtime
"Where's the shrimp?" Malik asked his friend as they walked into the cafeteria. "I haven't seen him all day."
"Yugi? He had a stomach ache or something, so he stayed home," Yami replied, getting in line for food behind Malik.
"What is this shit?" Malik exclaimed, disgusted, as he poked his jiggling mass of… food, if it could be called that. "I swear, this should be illegal," he muttered. Yami stood behind him and laughed, having made the smart decision and grabbed a sandwich.
"Dumbass. Find somewhere to sit," Yami commanded. The Ishtar's eyes scanned the lunchroom, landing on their 'friend' from homeroom. The boy grinned wickedly and pointed, and Yami's expression mimicked the younger boy's. They set off to reacquaint themselves.
"Hey, freak, didn't your momma pack you a lunch?" Malik asked, putting his tray down beside Yami's, across the table from the other boy. He didn't even look up.
"My momma's dead, for your information. And so is my father, so fuck you. Why can't you morons go find someone else to try and get to?"
"I'm Mouto Yami. What's your name?" Yami inquired, almost feeling guilty. Almost.
"Tazaka Bakura. It is not a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Bakura returned. Malik raised an eyebrow, putting out his hand for a shake.
"Ishtar Malik. You know, you might be pretty cool. You should hang with us sometime," the boy stated as Bakura shook his hand.
"Hey, my brother is having a sleepover tomorrow night. You wanna come?" Yami asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. The semi-white haired boy ran a hand through his hair, which, in Yami's opinion, made him look very sexy.
"I would, but I have to take care of my brother. He's a year younger, and I'm all he has. Sorry," Bakura replied with a sigh. Yami and Malik both looked impressed.
"You live alone?" Malik asked. Bakura nodded, slightly suspicious.
"Well, close enough to it. Ryou already has friends here, so he has a pretty good social life. He not home very often. And when he is, I don't see him."
"He can come too. Here, give me your hand. Malik, pen," Yami demanded. Bakura held his hand out, and Malik swiped Bakura's pen and handed it to him. Yami scribbled down their address, and the time people would start arriving. He gave the writing utensil back to Bakura, who put it behind his ear.
"You were just joking before about your parents, right?" Malik asked suddenly, eating Yami's biscuit.
"…No. There was a fire at one of my old houses. I got my brother out, but I couldn't get my parents. The firemen wouldn't let me go back in." Bakura shrugged. "Oh well. You win some, you lose some."
"How can you be so flippant about something like that?" Yami asked in wonder. Bakura shrugged once more.
"They weren't the best parents in the world," he confided. "Here, Malik. I'm not hungry anyway." He shoved his paper bag lunch over to Malik, who took it hungrily.
"But you haven't eaten any," Yami reminded him.
"Like I said, I'm not hungry. I had a big breakfast." Malik devoured the lunch, and Yami just shook his head.
"So, I noticed that you don't have a big female following," Yami said, trying to start a conversation.
"They're intimidated. Do you really think they would go for someone like me anyway?" Bakura smirked. "I sure as hell hope they stay away," he added. Yami smiled, and Malik was just oblivious. Oh yes, they would turn out to be good friends.