Ch.1

Bakura lay in bed, unaware of the chaos about to ensue as his alarm clock of doom drew closer to six a.m.

Suddenly, it began to blare the wildest song from Otep. The lead singer's powerful female voice shrieked as if in agony, and the guitar answered it. Bakura roared and leapt up, fists at the ready then cursed and hit the "off" button. He muttered obscenities under his breath as he strode past his brothers' bedroom.

Turning the hot water up, he stepped into the porcelain shower, drawing the curtain closed behind him.

The instant he stepped out again, he merely shook his head back and forth like a wet animal, ridding his mane of silver-white hair of excess moisture. He glanced at the tangled mass in the mirror, "Perfect." And, whistling the song his satanic alarm had been playing he strode nude from the washroom and into the hall, towards the kitchen.

Ryou choked on his coffee as Bakura strode, still naked, into the dining room. Yuugi sighed, and muttered, "Stupid." Bakura ignored them both and walked to the toaster of evil. He put two slices of bread in and waited.

And waited. And waited some more. Finally, when the beads of moisture from his shower had stopped racing down his skin, he lost it. He punched it with a snarl of, "Damn inanimate objects!!!" and out popped two hot, fresh pieces of toast. They were slightly burnt, but Bakura ate them and chased them down with some cranberry juice from the jug, ignoring Ryou's cry of, "Bakura! That's disgusting!"

Then, still in the buff, he strode back to his room to finally get dressed. He slid eel-like into his black boxers, pulling his blue denim pants over them. He hated the school uniforms at Domino High, they were… Disgusting. Then, with a smirk, he wriggled into a silken black under-armor shirt, and pulled his denim jacket around his body. Then, he again headed down the hall, and out to where Ryou and Yuugi were waiting.

After a hug from the couple he shared the house with, and a quick, gruff, "'Bye." He was on his way to school.

"Bakura!!!" The teacher, Ms. Tamarac, snapped when she discovered he was late to her class again, "How is it, young man, that you can always be late to my class in the morning, when I clearly know that you are not late to lunch?" Everyone giggled.

"Well, you see, Ms. Tamarac, I'm tired of hearing you go 'Nag, nag, nag, nag….BIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH, Bitch, Bitch." There was a pause, and he smirked as her face turned the color of a ripe tomato.

"Young man! How dare you speak to me in that way, GO TO THE HEADMASTER!!!" Bakura snorted and rolled his eyes, turning to leave.

He paused at the door, "You see, this is what I was talking about." And as the classroom erupted into laughter, he shut the door behind himself.

In the headmaster's office, he was reprimanded mildly. Mildly by his standards, though any weaker student would've sobbed until they puked. All Mr. Mikazi had to say (with editing) was, "I'm very disappointed in you, and I expect to see you in ECCO (that's a three hour detention period after school.)."

Bakura merely walked out thirty minutes later, acting bored, but with that infamous smirk of malice pasted on his feline face. There were about ten minutes of class left, so he decided to spend it in the hallways, checking to see of anyone had left their locker unlocked as he went, emptying the ones that were.

By lunch, he was ecstatic, his buddies, Malik and Marik, were back from vacation in Egypt. He smirked as the two approached, and their answering grins made his mood spike.

Malik was the gentle one that you were afraid to piss off, for his voice could raise very high in volume,

Marik was the more standoffish, crazy one, but he had a soft side that he expressed only when he was alone with Malik. And Bakura only knew this because he had let Malik confide in him about his lover.

Bakura almost gagged when he noticed something about their left hands, "You didn't…" But Marik cackled maniacally, "I asked him on the plane, and he said yes, so we decided to confirm it while on vacation."

Malik was blushing as Bakura mimed puking, but giggled when Marik kissed him gently in the cheek. Bakura snorted, "So now where does that leave me?" Malik smiled, "Well, we're still going to hang out with you if that's what you're asking." "Not what I meant." "Oh. Well, you'll find someone soon." Bakura snorted, and thought, whatever.

By the end of the day, Bakura and his two friends were laughing and jeering at passerby who dared scoot closer. It was as if nothing was wrong.

But as the final bell rang, and the trio split into two. Bakura's expression darkened. He was angry. And he could feel the unhappiness in his soul, "I'm home." He announced, slamming the house's door shut. Ryou and Yuugi looked at him, " How was school?" they chimed together. Bakura shrugged and flopped down in the recliner.

That was when the news came. Ryou cleared his throat, "Bakura." 'What?"

"Well, Yuugi and I have a question for you." "Hm?" "Yuugi's cousin Yami has been taken from school in Egypt, and is being transferred here, so we were wondering if it was okay if he lived with us." "Ok… When does he get here?" Yuugi paled, "He's already here."

All was silent. Bakura snickered, "Where is he, then?" "Well, we kind of told him he could share your room…"

More silence, then, "WHAT!?!" And Bakura was flying up the stairs. He flung the door open with a solid bang, and froze at what he saw. There, in his room, in the bottom bunk, was a pile of suitcases and a person.

A beautiful person. He took in the figure staring back at him in surprise. Yami was gorgeous. His tan hawkish face, framed by a wild, gravity defying mess of red, gold, and onyx hair, was sleek and pointed.

The body was lithe and lean, petite.

But what caused Bakura to gaze for a long time were those eyes. He could've written a book on them, an arrangement of poetry bound together in a beautiful blood red leather binding.

Blood red. Like those eyes. They were slanted and exotic, lined in Kohl liner, and gleaming with hidden fire.

Bakura found himself caught in a rush of heat, he was being surrounded by blood red pools of magma, he was drowning in it, he couldn't move until a cool baritone floated beside him, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?"