I'm in love alright, with my crazy beautiful life.
With the parties, the disasters, with my friends all pretty and plastered.
Every night we are down to go out,
Waking up on a different couch.
Til the next night, on the next flight.
Yeah, I guess we're doing alright.
Oh oh oh
We're falling in love
Oh oh oh
Til the suns comin' up.
Oh oh oh
Just livin' a life
Oh oh oh
Ke$ha – Crazy, Beautiful Life
Mika Koyama was sitting on Marik's shoulders as he ran full speed up a set of stairs that led to the dorm room he shared with Bakura, all the while she was laughing in the high-pitched way she did when she was nervous and excited and happy.
Bakura was right on their heels, fuming at the fact that he was left to carry her bags and that the two goons in front of him were chanting his name in a ridiculous sing-song tone.
"Yuichi, Yuichi, Yuichi, Yuichi…!"
They rounded the last corner just as Bakura launched his keys at them; they landed on the floor in a tinkling pile that only made Mika and Marik laugh harder.
By the time that Bakura got into the room, the two were sitting on the couch smiling at him brightly. "I've told you both on several occasions not to call me that name."
"But Yu-"
Bakura cut Marik off with a stern glare and Mika stifled some more giggles, "Aw come on Marik, I've only just gotten here. There's no use in making Bakura mad at us for the whole time I'm supposed to be here."
Marik shrugged and got up to use the bathroom, sighing rather dramatically as he relieved his bladder. Bakura rolled his eyes and Mika smiled up at him, "You're not mad at me, are you?"
He quirked a perfect white brow at her, his eyes seemed darker than usual and Mika felt herself staring. He blinked and sat down next to her, "No, why would I ever be mad at you?"
She frowned playfully, "I hate when you do that."
He leaned closer to her, his nose touching hers, "When I do what?"
She was able to contain the urge to shiver in pleasure at the sound of his voice, and instead answered him by mussing his hair, "When you make it seem like you're the most innocent person to ever walk the Earth."
He laughed and put her in a headlock, "Why Mika, you're absolutely hilarious. Who on Earth has ever been more innocent of everything than me?"
Marik, who had walked out of the bathroom and was currently going through Mika's duffel bag, looked up and replied in a very matter-of-fact tone, "I believe the fellow's name was Jesus …"
"Jesus Christ, Marik!"
"Ah, yes, that's him. Thanks Mika," he looked at Bakura, whose grip on Mika's head had slipped when Marik started acting like a total and complete idiot, "His name was Jesus Ch-"
"No, Marik, I mean 'Jesus Christ, get your hands off of my underwear and get your hands out of my bag!"
He looked down at the article of clothing in his hands, well, if the little scrap of lace and satin could be called clothing. He blushed a bit when he realized that he was holding a hot pink thong in his hands, and was about to drop it when he thought better of it. "Why Mika, I didn't realize you had such grown-up undergarments."
Mika flushed pink at his comment and lunged forward to forcefully take the hot pink item out of his hands, but he held it up and she went face first into his crotch. He cackled as she lunged again, but he held her down easily with one arm while he was waving her underwear around with the other, "What did you bring a thong for anyway?"
She blushed harder, and was about to reach it when Bakura ripped it out of Marik's grip. She was about ready to drop dead at the fact that not one, but two boys had now put their hands all over the very private piece of clothing. Bakura was about to hand it to her when he thought better of it, grinned like the Grinch when he stole Christmas, and smirked, "Why did you bring a thong, Mika?"
Her navy blue eyes widened at him, his lips turned up even more into one of the rare Bakura smiles, "Well?"
She narrowed her eyes at him and ripped them from his hand, "I don't have to explain myself to you." She accentuated her statement by shoving her underwear back into her duffel bag and zipping it up tight.
"Well, well Bakura, it looks like our little Mika is growing up!" He reached down and pinched her cheeks, making an absolutely obnoxious kissy face at her.
Bakura sneered involuntarily, "I don't know if I like that."
Mika scoffed at him after swatting Marik away, "You're the ones that made it happen in the first place."
The boys exchanged looks with one another and Mika hoped that her bluff would hold up. How in the world would she ever be able to tell them that the whole reason she had a duffel bag full of lacy underwear was because her friends were absolutely convinced that she was sleeping with Bakura or Marik or both of them. They'd been ridiculous enough to each go out and buy her a lingerie set.
And lucky for her, the day they went thongs were on sale.
Several hours later, the thong fiasco was all but forgotten and Mika was dancing her way over to the bar where Marik and Bakura were trying to get the bartender's attention. The two were dressed in slim-fitting jeans and long-sleeved button ups with the sleeves neatly rolled up. Mika had noticed the girls staring when she had walked into the night club with the two; obviously they were going to be jealous, just like everyone in high school always was. She couldn't bring herself to understand why though, she was just their friend and she was hardly competition compared to half of the girls in the building.
She pulled her dress down to cover more of her bottom, consequently allowing it to reveal more of her top. The bartender appeared out of nowhere, smiling down at her, "What can I get you, sweetheart?"
She stiffened as he referred to her; she hadn't even been calling for his attention. She felt Bakura put an arm around her shoulders as she continued to blink up at the bartender. "Two whiskey and cokes and a cranberry and vodka for the sweetheart," Mika shuddered at the not so subtle anger that permeated Bakura's otherwise polite request.
The bartender gave Mika one last glance and went off to prepare the order. Bakura's hand stayed firmly on her shoulder, Marik smiled down at her, "Having a girl around is so useful, we've been standing here for almost twenty minutes."
"Well, I'm glad my femininity could be of service," Mika said sarcastically, sticking her tongue out at Marik. He laughed and mimicked her action, continuing to shake his bottom to the beat of the music.
She had been really grateful that Marik and Bakura had gone through the trouble of getting her a fake ID for her weekend visit. The bar scene was something totally new and exciting and much more appealing than the house parties that she had become accustomed to when she had first started hanging out with the boys.
The bartender came back and Bakura threw some money his way, and even though Mika couldn't see his eyes she knew that he was giving him a dirty look. She ignored it and made her way over to a less populated space of the night club, she clinked glasses with each respective boy before they each took long drinks of their cocktails.
Soon the trio was working with a pretty good buzz and they were out on the dance floor moving with the crowd to the too-loud bass. Mika hadn't had so much fun in ages, but she could see that Marik and Bakura seemed to be taking turns keeping guys off of her.
When she finally had enough she pressed up against her white-haired companion (Marik had been momentarily lured away by a girl in a red dress), "Really, Bakura?"
He looked down at her, his body involuntarily reacting to her body pressed up against his. With her heels she was almost eye level with him and every time he looked down at her he caught sight of the generous swelling of her breasts. He wrinkled his straight, aristocratic nose, "What do you mean?"
She reached up and threw her arms around his neck, "You're totally twat swatting me!"
He looked like someone had just punched him in the stomach. "I'm doing no such thing, and what do you know about all that anyway?"
She could see the totally invasive question in his eyes, but she wasn't exactly prepared to share her virginity status with Bakura while they were grinding in the middle of a club.
So instead, she met his stern look with one of her own, but broke out laughing when she felt heard Marik fake grunting as he gyrated toward them. He managed to sandwich her between them before Bakura broke off and told Marik to meet him at the car in five.
When Bakura had said it was time to go, Mika hadn't expected for it to be a whole ordeal. He'd apparently gone to pick out the sluttiest girl in the club to bring home. Marik had apparently taken care of that business at the club and so he and Mika were sleeping out on the couch so that Bakura could enjoy himself.
Marik promptly went to sleep, thanks in part to his drunkenness and in another part to the fact that he'd had a quickie in the club's bathroom. Mika, however, was stuck listening to the grunts and groans coming from the other room. Every time the girl cried out in pleasure she tried to push the pillow further into her ears.
It wasn't that she was jealous. It was that this wasn't her idea of fun. Or maybe she was jealous.
The three-day weekend ended all too soon and before she knew it the trio was getting into Bakura's Mitsubishi Lancer again to make the two hour trip back into Domino.
Marik was chattering away for the most part, he quite enjoyed playing road trip bingo, especially since he was usually the only one paying attention and therefore the winner by default. Mika decided to humor him this time around and was actually giving him a run for his money, Bakura, on the other hand was focused on weaving in and out of traffic.
The drive was unnecessarily awkward – like the remainder of the weekend had been – thanks to Bakura's sour mood. Mika had a sneaking suspicion that she knew exactly what had irked the white-haired man, but she wasn't quite ready to forgive him just yet.
In the entirety of the two years that had passed since she and Bakura had become friends he hadn't expressed a shred of romantic or sexual interest after her birthday. He had always made a joke of it, always said that he didn't have those kind of feelings.
She distinctly remembered going to his senior prom with him and not having one issue whatsoever. Well, not an issue with him. Some of his ex-girlfriends had been pretty pissed, that was another story entirely.
When they finally pulled into her friend's driveway – because her parents would never have allowed her to go spend a weekend with two college boys – she was relieved to get away from the awkwardness.
She hugged Marik tightly and told him that she couldn't wait for summer break to come around again so that they could all be together again. He agreed and then reminded her that next year she could be joining them at their University (she had applied in the fall and was not so patiently awaiting a response). That made her eyes light up and she hugged him again, squealing with excitement.
Bakura was a little more stiff for their goodbye, or he was until Mika pulled him down so that her lips could brush his ear, "I know what you were going to ask, and yes I'm still a … I still have my V-card."
She wanted to laugh when he hugged her tighter and pressed a kiss onto the side of her head. Other than that, she avoided eye contact with him completely as she scurried up the steps to her friend's front door.
She did laugh when Bakura almost ran over their mailbox because of his self-absorbed stupor, prompting Marik to scream obscenities at him at the top of his lungs even though the car windows were completely rolled down.
Occasional humiliation aside, Mika absolutely loved her friends.
Who cares about sleeping? I absolutely had to get a chapter of Three's a Crowd typed up before I lost my mind. I love this story ... I don't even understand my unnecessary neglect of it -.-'
Love to all my reviewers, thank you for loving this story as much as I do :)