This was not an easy theme to come up with. I'll be re-visiting the last post Life and give it another edit as well since it was written and posted in a hurry, as well as a few other chapters. Enjoy dear readers.

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Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: # 57: Lunch

Word Count: 1,248
Rating: M for safety.

Chapters: 20/100

Summary: "Thanks for lunch." Bakura gave Malik a wink as he stood up.

Warning(s): No spoilers here.

Chapter 20: Lunch.

Malik sat outside the cafeteria with his home made box-lunch and a book in his hands. He liked the peace and quiet from the screaming, shouting, giggling teens that always thought it absolutely hilarious to throw food at him and make jokes at his expense like they were comedians. The more popular teens made it their mission to torment him and just about anyone that wasn't in their tight little group. Malik just wanted to avoid being their target today and ate alone every lunch break.

So on warm days Malik always sat outside enjoying the sun and warm breeze. "Hey Ishtar?!" The book was snatched right out from his hands. "Didn't know you could read?!" Joey Wheeler said, his little group laughed.

"He's such a brain." Anzu giggled her arm linked with the hottest guy in school according to her own opinion, Yami Moto. Malik sighed, he had enough bruises on his body from gym class, where they had given him a hard time; in fact they gave everyone a hard time. So he didn't say anything or do anything and hoped they'd get bored and move onto someone else.

"So poor he has to cook his own meals." Tristan scoffed and before he could stomp on the little lunch-box, he was grabbed onto and yanked backwards off his feet with a frightened yelp and foot came down on his neck and pinned him there.

"Back off or I snap his neck." Malik could hear the smugness in the words.

"You can't do that!" Anzu huffed.

"Try me." Bakura snarled and Tristan cried out.

"You wanna take this outside!" Joey snapped rolling up his shelves and before he could blink, he was sitting on his ass with a busted nose and blood pouring out of it.

"We are outside, moron." Bakura snapped giving his hand a shake.

Yami and Anzu turned and walked away with a promise that this was not over. "Come near him again and you'll regret it." Bakura let Honda go; he scrambled to his feet and ran full speed after his friends. Joey got up slower and stumbled away glancing back a few times.

A shadow cast over Malik and swallowed thickly, so it was his turn now. Malik briefly thought that he would have preferred the tormenting from Yami and his group rather then anything this guy could dish out. "Your Malik... ahhh..." Malik looked the other over from head to toe suspiciously, white long hair, pale skin, well shaped body and dark brown eyes. Bakura is handsome, had all the girls and a few guys swooning over him when he walked down the halls or in class where he'd have notes thrown or passed his way.

"Ishtar." Malik offered or the guy was going to be standing there all day thinking on his last name.

"Yeah, that's it." He said as he sat down folding his legs. "Seen you about." Bakura tossed the book Joey had dropped, back to Malik.

"We have a few classes together." Malik bit his lip looking the book over for damages.

"Really?!" The other looked surprised as he reached in and took a slice of fruit out of Malik's box-lunch and popped it into his mouth muttering between bites. "Haven't seen you in class, would have remembered someone like you."

"Because you don't pay attention or you spend that time sleeping." Malik watched again as he reached in and took a bite of his sandwich.

"Why are you out here by yourself?" Bakura asked.

"Because," Malik sighed exasperated, "I like the peace and quiet."

"You're out here every day." Bakura raised an eyebrow as he took a pack of chips out of Malik's lunch-box, opened it and started eating and then helping himself to the bottle of water. "Don't you have someone to hang with?"

"I spend this time studying."

"Why?" Bakura looked shocked. "It's school! We're locked up here, for about ten hours a day some of us and you pick lunch to study?" Finishing the chips Bakura ate the rest of the fruit. "You're going to be a doctor or something?" He raised an eyebrow. "Or you're going to give yourself brain damage reading and studying all the time, doesn't it hurt?" Bakura poked Malik on the forehead.

Malik laughed swatting his hand away. "I want to be a doctor."

"Sweet," Bakura grinned leaning forward a little. "Later when I'm the world's greatest thief, you can patch me up with no questions asked." Bakura raised an eyebrow at the stunned look on Malik's face. "Relax, I'm only joking, laugh a little kid its good for you." Malik couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

"So, what are you reading?"

"Huh? Oh, Call of the Wild." Malik showed him the cover.

"I read that last year." Bakura moved sitting beside Malik, taking the book out of his hands and started flipped through the book. "Read this page and this one, ummm... definitely this whole chapter." Bakura dog-tagged the pages to save Malik time on reading the whole thing. "Ms. Hitomi always gives the same tests every year." Bakura handed the book back. "I charge the freshmen thirty bucks for that tip."

"You are a fiend." Malik scowled him to which Bakura only chuckled, he was grateful for the pointers none the less but he would read the whole book.

"Bakura?!" His name was called out. The said teen growled and then turned his dark eyes onto Malik, who blushed at their closeness.

"Thanks for lunch." Bakura gave Malik a wink as he stood up. "See ya around." With that he jogged away. Malik glanced down at his box-lunch to find it empty.

Malik sighed as he picked up his things and headed inside.

Malik sat down under the tree reading his book, glancing up when Yami and his group walked by, they did nothing but glare at him... strange, how these days they were leaving him alone that his bruises were healed up. "Sooo hungry... stupid exams."

"You should pay attention in class and they wouldn't be so hard or try studying." Malik muttered without taking his eyes off the page. Bakura sat beside him digging through his lunch-box.

Bakura bit into the sandwich while fishing about the small lunch-box. "Don't see the point of getting good grades." He muttered with a mouthful.

Malik sighed closing his book and turned looking at the lunch-thief. "Don't you want good grades? Get a good job?" For the past month, Malik sat in his usual spots, Bakura didn't show every day, but when Bakura did he'd sit down and start a conversation like they had been in one for most of the day and eat his lunch, like today, or while Bakura ate, Malik would read to him and Bakura would fall asleep with his head on Malik's lap.

"Why?" Bakura glared at him from the corner of his eyes as he pulled out a container of small rice-balls. "I love rice-ball day." He cracked open the lid and shoved a rice-ball into his mouth, so thankful that Malik was a great cook. "A good job?" He downed his mouthful with a bottle of water. "To work endless hours for minimum wage, have a boss bitch at you day in and day out, no weekends... sounds like the dream to me." Bakura downed the other two rice-balls and said around the mouthful of food. "I rather the alternative any day."

"The alternative?" Malik raised an eyebrow; blushing when Bakura leaned right in looking more serious than usual.

"The alternative is you become the doctor you want to be and I'll marry you." Bakura stared at him dead in the eyes. "I'll be your trophy husband."

Malik was silent for a long moment, he gathered his things and got up and walked away saying over his shoulder. "I won't marry a lunch-thief."

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