Marik walked to school as usual and had barely set foot in the classroom before he caught Tea's attention.
"Marik! Finally! I just came up with a new friendship speech and I've been looking for someone to try it out on." She squealed excitedly as she ran up him, "Friends are like bras; you can have more than one, they provide support and are always close to your heart." Marik chuckled nervously and took a step backwards as she continued blathering, "Friendship is the best thing ever because with it you can accomplish even what seems logically impossible."
As Tea became engrossed in her friendship speech Marik took a few steps more backward as he slipped out the door; He was just about to turn around when he felt something sharp stick into his back.
"GAH!" Marik yelped, "What the frig?" shouted as he turned around to see a glowing spike attached to a ring pointing at him. He looked up to see a white haired boy holding on the ring.
"Who the frig are you supposed to be." Marik asked now slightly annoyed
"I'm Ryou Bakura, but you can just call me Bakura. It's bloody nice to meet you. I hope we get along swimmingly." Ryou said.
"Hah?" Confusion was plain on Marik's face.
"Is something the matter?" Ryou asked noticing Marik's confusion.
"Why are you talking like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like that! Why are you so British?"
"What's wrong with the way I talk?" Ryou asked beginning to sound a bit miffed.
"Could you be less British? I can barely understand you!"
"You're such a wanker." Ryou crossed his arms over his chest and scowled now thoroughly annoyed.
"Oh, you must be the gay guy Tea was talking about." The thought just occurring to him, recalling Tea's incessant chattering from when they were walking to the game shop.
"I'm not gay, I'm just British." Ryou paused for a moment before adding, "She must be talking about my brother,"
"No, she said Ryou."
"Bloody tarts." He muttered to himself.
"What's your brother's name?"
"Just call him Bakura."
"But, isn't that your last na-"
"Just call him Bakura." Ryou interrupted.
"So you're both called Bakura?"
"Yep."
"That's confusing."
"Even more so when Akefia's in town."
"Who?"
"Never mind." Ryou said stepping back and Marik could see he still had the glowing ring.
"Hey, what's that?" Marik asked, pointing at the ring.
"This is my, gaydar, my dad gave it to me to protect me, because I'm so bloody effeminate." Ryou said before glancing uneasily at Marik as it was clearly pointing at him. Marik did not respond at first as it took him a moment to realize what that implied at which point an indignant look spread across his face.
"Wha- NO! Frig, no! I'm definitely not gay! That thing's broken. It's dumb! You're dumb!" He yelled quickly before running down the hall. Soon he was outside of the school, between the Brit with his gaydar, and Tea with her friendship speeches this seemed like a good day to skip.
Marik rode his motorcycle to a bookstore downtown, chosen specifically because he heard that they sold his favorite yaoi comics in the back. But he was still 100% straight. Reading yaoi doesn't mean he's gay. Not at all.
Upon stepping out of the bookstore with his purchase tucked safely away he looked up to see a familiar blue uniform, accompanied with large tri-colored hair.
"Yugi what are you doing here?" Marik asked.
"Skipping school, what does it look like?"
"You skip school…In your school uniform?" Marik asked before glancing down at his own clothes, he had changed into a baggy white hoody and some dark purple pants.
"No one's ever taken notice before."
"Don't your parents even care where you go?" Marik asked
"Not really. I can't even remember how many months it's been since I've seen them."
"Well, have fun being abandoned by your family, I have new comic books to read." Marik said as he turned down the street to head home.
Marik flipped through the pages of his newly purchased comic book as he walked down the suburban streets heading to his home. He was about halfway through the book when he found his comic book, as well as his clothes soaking wet.
"What the EFF!?" Marik yelled looking around to find a familiar white haired brit holding a now half empty bucket of water.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just watering the plants, I didn't see you there." Ryou said looking over Marik's soaked clothes.
"Ah, frig! You ruined my clothes."
"Oh I'm sure it's not that bad, we could just put them in the drier." Ryou said as he opened the door inside. "Come on, I'll dry them for you."
Within Moments Marik was inside Ryou's house, wearing a borrowed set of clothes, as his own garments were in the drier. Marik was in the bathroom trying to re-apply the makeup he put on at five in the morning, carefully outlining his eyes with kohl and applying a light layer of foundation. With a huff he set down the cosmetics when he heard the driers timer ring, figuring this was the best he could do in such a short amount of time.
"What the EFF!?" Marik yelled as he pulled his clothes out of Ryo's drier. The hoodie had shrunk to almost half its size and color from his pants bled, staining it a pail lavender.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Ryou said when he saw what the wash had done to Marik's clothes.
"Holy frig, this is awesome!" Marik exclaimed as he tore off the borrowed shirt and pulled on the now rather tight hoodie. "Now you can see my midriff at all times!"
Not bothering to find another room to finish changing he pulled down the borrowed jeans and began to put on his tight purple pants, without noticing the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut.
"And just what is going on here?" A gruff voice asked. Marik turned around to see a man with white hair, who was without a doubt Ryou's brother, standing by the doorway.
"Ryou, I thought you weren't into that stuff." He said looking over Marik, who was currently dressed in only the tight purple hoodie and his boxers. Before Ryou could respond, Marik did.
"What? NO! FRIG NO!" Marik yelled as he quickly pulled on his pants. "I'm not gay."
"Sure." He scoffed as he walked past the two, "of course someone as manly as you is definitely straight."
"I am perfectly manly" Marik yelled back, sensing the other's sarcasm. Bakura merely chuckled before coming to a stop at the open bathroom door and noting something sitting on the counter.
"Well, my apparently masculine friend," Bakura asked walking back to Marik, "Do you know who this make up belongs to?" he asked with a smirk while holding a bottle of kohl.
"Yeah…" Marik said clearly irritated. He snatched the bottle away from him and he glanced back and forth between the two Bakuras, "Well nice meeting you and all that, but I think if I spend any more time around British people today, I'm going to get wanker's cramp. See you later." He finished quickly before rushing out the door. He walked the rest of the way home and kicked off his shoes before dumbing his motorcycle keys in the bowl by the door. At which point he just realized he walked home and had left his bike parked by the bookstore.
AN:/ Ten points to whoever can guess Bakura's first name!