Lol, only one review so far. But what the heck, I'll continue to update regardless because I enjoy writing this fic so what the hey! And now that this chapter is out, I'll get working on an update for 'Bloody Brilliant' too. Eh, I haven't got much else to say except that I seem to write fairly long chapters. Hn. :x

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Chapter Two: Make a Wish

Bakura's POV

Lunchtime seemed kinda weird. I thought we'd just get into the plan right away so when we went to the cafeteria and got tables, I thought Malik would let me follow him over to Mariku's table. I learned quickly that this wouldn't be the case.

Mariku was yelling out his brother's name and waving him over. I felt annoyed when he didn't notice me standing beside his twin. Malik began to walk over when he came to a halt. He glared at me and told me not to follow unless I can bring Ryou with me.

But Ryou had already found his friends from last year and was already seated amongst them. Crap, I gotcha. Malik's not going to help me with Mariku until I help him with Ryou. What an irritating deal. But I suppose it'll just have to be that way. Fine, Malik. I catch your drift. Even if you're pacing over to Mariku and shooting a backwards glance at me that made me want to throttle the guy. Yeah I'm sure he knows I've worked it out. I've worked it out all right.

I couldn't help but let out a laugh when Malik tripped over on his way to Mariku's table. Luckily he didn't hear me as I made sure to cover it up as best as I can. "Oh Ra, Malik! Still as hopeless as ever!" Mariku yelled, chuckling at his clumsy twin brother. The rest of his friends at his table joined in the laughter. I guess Malik's a definite klutz, huh?

Malik got onto his knees and sighed. I examined more carefully and realised that he spilled all his food on the floor. And the idiot is moping over it instead of cleaning it up. Dumbarse. I walked and held my food tray towards him. He looked up at me and glared, hissing at me and asking what the hell did I think I'm doing. I don't know what I'm doing either.

I suppose Malik reminded me of when Ryou had even less of a backbone. He just wasn't careful at all because he had it in his head that the world was a happy, safe place. I wish that outlook didn't get tainted. But I know that Ryou has improved since then. I wonder if Malik had anyone there for him.

Here I am, making conclusions about the guy. But I suppose it was logical to determine the reasons why Malik is a grouchy bitch, right?

I think many eyes were on me as I handed Malik my tray and let him proceed onwards to Mariku's table. Though maybe Mariku will think good of me for doing so? That... could be a good thing. Actually, I doubt Mariku gives a shit about good deeds. I'll need to rethink my tactics.

As I cleaned up the mess Malik left on the floor, Ryou approached me to see if I was alright. "Why are you cleaning? Staff could sort that out. Though if it's Malik-kun's mess, he should be helping you," he pointed out. Oh, if only Malik could've heard that. He would be not so useless.

"Fucking hell, Bakura! Are you trying to poison me?!" I heard a familiar voice yelling. Looking up, I saw it was Malik picking up a tray with one hand and his expression was that of a pissy Egyptian. What the fuck is his problem now? "We Ishtar's are vegetarian! Why the hell would you give me a tray with meatballs and pasta?"

I groaned. "Well, your vegetarian shit is on the floor if you still want it!"

He brought the arm with the tray back and I realised from that action that he was going to throw it. Scrambling to my feet, I knew that I had to be a moving target; he was more likely to miss. Sadly, Ryou didn't have that same common sense. Malik threw the tray and the contents on the tray spilled onto the floor and my idiot brother didn't think to do anything as the tray connected with his face.

I averted my eyes back to Malik to see how he'd react to what he just did. The cafeteria was in shock as Ryou went sent backwards, falling to the ground with the tray on his face. Malik, you moron.

Mariku threw back his head and laughed as Malik shrunk into some nervous wreck, slumping back in his chair and his head hanging low. Idiot, you should apologise at least. "Malik, you're a dumbshit. At least work on your aim! What did poor old Ryou ever do?" I could say the same but Malik was already looking depressed so... So I guess I will scold him later about it.

The rest of that lunchtime was spent with me having to sort out Ryou. We ended up discussing some stuff and than his friends joined us so I ditched. Yami bopped up and handed me a pile of books that he bought over the summer and had already read. It seems that Yami's the only one with common sense left.

I'd say Mariku too but... he's never had common sense to begin with, I figure. But everyone else... they're all hopeless. Especially Malik. What could he possibly do to get Ryou to like him? My brother is stupid but he has enough moral judgement to know that Malik isn't good for him.

The bell then rung and I had to go to my classroom 2KD. I didn't take me long to find it because it's the same damn form class as last year. But I suppose there are different people in my class. I sat down and was surprised to see Malik slump down next to me. Ugh, he's still down about accidentally hitting Ryou in the face with a lunch tray.

With a sigh, I told him that Ryou knew he didn't mean to hit him; that he knew Malik was aiming for me and that he isn't mad about it.

Malik looked up. "...Really?"

"Yes, really. Why else would I say it? I'm not the type of person to make up shit just so a person can feel better about themselves," I responded flatly.

He rolled his eyes. "Well, you don't have to be so rude about it."

We sat in silence as Kawamura-sensei began handing out individual timetables and before I got a look at mine, Malik snatched mine and began comparing his and my timetables. We have six subjects each this year and thus six classes a day. He grabbed a highlighter pen from his pocket and began colouring in boxes on each of our timetables.

"Everything that's highlighted are the classes we have together," he whispered as an explanation when he returned my timetable. I stared at the sheet of paper. Shit, it's covered in tons of yellow squares. I have four freaking classes with this guy! English, Gym, History and Science are those four classes.

"...Uh-huh," was all I could say. He sighed and muttered something that I didn't quite hear. I decided to let it go for it was probably another meaningless insult.

"Right, time for introductions! We may as well all get to know each other. Say your name and a fact about yourself!' Kawamura-sensei told the class and many of the other students groaned. Nobody gives a shit about each other's name. Especially since we're at a school with no females around but a ton of horny guys. Names are meaningless to the majority of students. He looked around the room and chose a random student to go first.

That student chosen stood up once chosen. "My name is Yami Muto and I have a twin brother at this school." Yeah, that's an easy one. It's better to pick a fact that's common knowledge because nobody cares if you say something really obscure about yourself.

I didn't remember many of the students' names, mostly the ones who I'd encountered often in my first year. Other people in my form class included Hiroto Honda and Katsuya Jounouchi and... Yeah, that's about it. Like I said, names are meaningless. It's easier to recognise faces than to recognise what you're supposed to call those faces by. I guess that was the origin behind insults.

Honda's introduction was pretty half-assed and quite a kick to the balls for some of the students. His chosen fact was that he got a girlfriend. And well, most guys at our school are losers so if someone like Honda got a girlfriend, the rest of us are falling way behind. But Malik and I both know that the two of us needn't worry about girlfriends.

Jounouchi's introduction was pretty half-assed too. He decided to show off a photo of his sister and yeah, most of the guys that got a good look at the photo were in awe. It's like Jounouchi is aware of the effect his sister has on people and wants to use it to his advantage when he can. But I know that once people start taking things too far, Jounouchi snaps and lets them have it.

Eventually it got to my introduction. I decided to follow Yami's example and say, "the name's Bakura Touzoku and I also have a twin brother." Sitting back down again and Malik standing up, I expected him to say something along the lines of what Yami and I said. But I forgot that Malik doesn't like to follow expectations.

"My name is Malik Ishtar and last summer, my twin brother was drunk and tried to make out with me."

...Lucky bastard.

I mean uh, what? What the hell? Everyone stared at Malik, unsure what to think about this. But everyone in the school knew Mariku and knew that this sorta of thing is definitely something that could happen. I'll have to quiz Malik about that sometime.

The rest of the afternoon was spent doing stupid 'let's get to know one another!' activities that appear to be necessary at the start of the year. Then it was dinner time where I was stuck sitting with Ryou and his friends and wishing I was over at Mariku's table. I'm sure Malik would've loved to have swapped places with me. I guess the key is allowing that transition to happen.

Then we got shoved off back to our dormitory rooms and Malik made some comments about how Mariku wouldn't go back to his dormitory room just like that. Yeah, yeah. I know. Mariku would probably go and cause some havoc first.

Once in the dormitory rooms, Malik was lying on his bed mulling over things so I decided to flick through the books Yami gave me earlier. One of them didn't catch my interest but one of them seemed particularly appealing. I do appreciate decent vampire novels. Not stupid vampire romance shit but proper vampires who saw the humans as nothing more than prey. The smell of blood made their spirits thrive. And when the light comes, they retreat into the shadows until they can strike once more.

"Mariku told me what he said for his introduction..." Malik mumbled. I closed my book and looked up, ready to listen.

"What did he say?"

"Apparently he said, 'Everyone knows my name so I'll just say that I had a threesome during the summer!' and he made the teacher faint." I chuckled at this. I bet Mariku would say something outrageous like that. "...Then he told me over dinner that sorry, that threesome was held in my bedroom and the reason why I came home to discover that parts of my bedroom including my bed had been burnt down was because he was too lazy to clean up. At the time, when I saw about half my room burnt down, I ended up grabbing the hose and flooding his bedroom mostly out of fury. I found it funny, learning the reason behind why he did it today."

I wasn't sure what to say. Was this supposed to be an amusing family tale? Because holy shit, Malik's a psycho in his own right. They're both crazy but different kinds of crazy. Mariku burnt half of Malik's room down because he was lazy and felt like being a jerk while Malik flooded Mariku's room because he was furious. I wonder what Mariku did about that. Probably laugh.

Mariku seemed like the kind of person who didn't get truly angry. He just liked to mock everyone, take a piss at the world around him. Carefree, I guess. He probably thinks he can get away with everything. I think he can get away with everything too.

"Bakura... go on. Tell me a random story."

"Eh?"

"You can't possibly think I'll just tell you my story and not expect anything in return?"

A story huh? Uh... I can't tell stories to save my life. What would satisfy the Ishtar? Eh, I'll just make a sentence up and roll with it.

"Once upon a time..." A pillow was thrown at my face. I chucked the pillow back and glared, irritated about the interruption. "What the hell was that for?"

"I don't want a fairytale! An actual story, like in real life or something!"

I frowned. I am telling a proper story. One that happened in real life. With a sigh, I decided to continue speaking. "Once upon a time, there were two boys who were born as twin brothers. One brother's name was Bakura and the other's name was Ryou. From the beginning, they were opposites. Ryou grew up to be a happy boy while Bakura was lured by shadows and the dark side. Bakura wanted to believe in ghosts and was irritated by how Ryou wouldn't go along with it. So for Halloween, Bakura decided that he would once and for all, make Ryou believe in ghosts."

Malik raised a hand. "Is this a real story as in... it actually happened?"

"Duh. I can't make up stuff for shit."

"Figures. Idiot."

"And so Bakura decided to ignore Malik's rude commentary and continued with his plotting to scare the living hell out of Ryou! So he set up things like fake hands sticking out of toilets. Mind you, this Bakura was a little dumbarse seven year old who thought his plans were brilliant. Ryou discovered these traps and was so frightened that he avoided the bathroom for weeks. He would always go to the neighbour's house everytime he needed the bathroom. Bakura found it really amusing but Ryou still didn't believe in ghosts. He did however, get a phobia of hands coming out of toilets."

Malik chuckled at this. "I see. You're a bastard." He stretched his arms out and then snuggled under the covers. "Turn out the light, I'm going to sleep."

"You're closer to the door, you do it."

"Turn out the light, damn it!"

I decided now wasn't a good time to get Malik pissed off so I flicked the light switch off and went to sleep as well.

---

...Why do I feel like something's on top of me?

Oh yeah, because something is. Fine, I'll wake up already. Just get the hell off me. I woke up and went bright red. Some guy is right on top of me. I swear he's almost straddling me. It was hard to properly make out who it was but I get the feeling it's an Ishtar.

"Mariku...?"

"Guess again."

...What? Uh... Shit, not Malik! I sat right up, my forehead bashing into his face, causing a somewhat painful collision. It didn't help that Malik decided to punch me back in retaliation. The bitch still wouldn't get off me.

I saw that the Malik was holding a torch and he looked somewhat energetic despite his tired eyes. He suddenly clamped a hold of my wrists and held them down to prevent me from kicking the damn kid off properly.

"If you try to rape me, I'll kill you." I got a punch for that comment but it meant I had a free wrist, which I used to shove the Egyptian off me. "At least give me a decent explanation as to why you decided to get on top of me."

"I have no idea. Anyway, now that you're awake, we have to get up and watch Mariku's show."

"Mariku's... show?"

Malik nodded. "That's right! The first night of our second year at Domino Boarding School. Mariku wanted to make it special. Prepare to really fall for him."

What he said made me wonder. All I could do was think about what Malik's words meant. No, what they meant to me. He yanked me out of bed by my arm and made me follow him. We went up so many staircases until we were on the top floor, which had a door leading to an outside deck where we could look out over the school. The top floor is also the fifth floor. There weren't dormitories here, there wasn't anything here. But there was the view.

I hadn't bothered coming up to the fifth floor much. It was more of a Ryou kind of thing to do. He appreciated beauty and stuff like that. I decided to mention this to Malik and he sighed.

"I know. This was where I first met Touzoku-kun," Malik explained and with the torch light and moonlight, I could make out a sad smile upon his lips. "I was an ass at first though. I was here before he was and when he first appeared, I told him to fuck off. I used to be really horrible to him but he'd keep returning. Again and again, Touzoku-kun kept forgiving my behaviour. I didn't understand but... I guess it made me notice him more."

"When you have someone like me for a brother, you tend to forgive jerk-like behaviour," I commented with a grin.

Malik laughed at this and nodded in agreement. "We're not so different, you and I."

"Please don't compare me to the pms-ing bitch that is you!" I joked. But I understood what he was saying. We both have weird desires. We both know want more than what we have. We both have an attitude of sorts. And... The two of us are a pair of hopeless fools. I used to think that nothing could be more irritating than being me. Perhaps the world is worse from Malik's eyes.

Speaking of Malik, I was surprised that he didn't hit me, letting me off with a glare and a mutter of "Idiot" under his breath. I grinned at him, amused by Malik's irritated expression rather than annoyed at him. Somehow, I felt that we were getting on fast. It's a damn weird partnership that we share. Or maybe once when you know more about Malik behind that temper, he's actually a decent person.

But I think he's more interesting when snapping off at people.

"So why are we up here?"

"I'm going to make you jump off this building."

"What?!" I backed towards the door and Malik snickered at me. He grabbed my arm and shoved me towards the edge. Thank god there were deck railings. He forced me to look down and so I squinted to see some figures moving on the field below.

Malik came up beside me and yelled out to the figures on the field. "Mariku! Touzoku-kun! We're in place!" For fuck's sake Malik, you're going to wake everyone up. Wait, Mariku and Ryou are down there? What's going on?

"Awesome!! Did you drag Bakura along?!" Mariku yelled back. If I squinted properly, I saw the outline of his body with the brilliant spiked hair of his. It seems he dragged my brother along and they both had equipment. I think I heard Ryou try to call out to me but only Mariku and Malik had the ability to yell from such a distance away and hear each other.

"Yup!"

"I'll get started then!"

I spun round to face Malik and ask what was going on. He just told me to watch and wait. So I decided I'd have to. The next thing I knew, bursts of colour shot up into the sky and instantly I knew it was Mariku's doing. I could tell people were waking up due to this. The fireworks and Mariku's maniacal laughter could probably be heard by the entire world.

Mariku, I always knew you were brilliant. You know how to make yourself known. And I think nobody will enjoy their life more than you. You're deliciously psychotic. I just know that if the teachers get pissed over this, they have a lot to be prepared for.

There isn't anything in this world more ingenious than Mariku's setting up fireworks, the explosions of colour in the night sky caused by said fireworks and the roaring laugh that Mariku did to accentuate his actions. Damn, we really do have the best view from up here. Second best anyway. Mariku's assistant Ryou probably had the number one best view of the event but the fool will never really understand its worth.

"Stop getting turned on, I can't make a wish properly with your perverted face beside me."

Why did Mariku have such an irritating twin brother?

"You're such a killjoy," I grumbled. "You wish on shooting stars, not fireworks anyway."

"I'm making a wish anyway so you should make one too."

"Fine. I wish Malik Ishtar would stop being an asshole."

"Be serious, you fool!" Malik snapped, kicking my shin. I bit my lip and clenched my fists, hoping like mad that Malik didn't see that damn it, his kicks hurt like hell. But why is he insisting that I make a wish? Fireworks aren't a proper substitute for shooting stars and that's that. "The last wish I made was during a fireworks festival and it came true so make your wish before Mariku runs out of fireworks or the teachers get pissy and make him stop." He yanked at my hair. "Do it!"

"I wish Malik would stop pulling at my hair!"

"Don't tell me your wish!" he snapped, pulling at my hair even more. "It won't come true if you don't that!"

I sighed and tried to think. When was the last time I made a wish? Did it ever come true? I got the feeling Malik was the type of person who felt the need to make wishes regularly. He doesn't seem to be the type of person who really knew how to believe in himself. He's too unsure. He needs to rely on wishes as some hope to latch onto. And if that's the truth, then fuck, he is a sad case. On the other hand, I don't need wishes. I'll just make one I know will come true. I've got it.

I wish I will become a psycho in the near future.

"...I've made my wish," I told Malik and he released my hair from his grasp. I swear this guy will be the death of me. He thinks he can push me around but someday, I'll have to show him who's boss.

...And that'll be me.

"Excellent! Starting tomorrow, you will make it so that it's okay for me and Touzoku-kun to approach each other like actual friends. I don't want to always be the jerk that he keeps on showing kindness to. I want to be on even ground. Friends," he explained to me and I just kept nodding my head at his words like some kind of retarded bobble-head doll or something.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I can't forget a damn thing about our plan with you hanging around! Just don't show your temper in front of Ryou so much and you'll be fine."

"...Mm..."

We continued watching the fireworks display that Mariku was doing. It seems the teachers wanted to wait until he was finished with his show. I wouldn't want to interrupt Mariku either. Seeing the fireworks from up here was decent but to be at Mariku's side, helping set those fireworks off into the sky would be key. That's what would be ideal.

When he ran out of fireworks did I finally notice that so many students were awake and an excited vibe filled the building. Yeah, that's the Mariku effect. I wanted to watch and see what happened to Mariku and Ryou but Malik dragged me back down the stairs and to our dormitory. Geez Malik, you were intent on making me your slave from the beginning, weren't you?

Whatever. I guess that since I'd already agreed to your bargaining, I knew I'd be riding some kind of crazy rollercoaster.

Just give me something to rave over at least! I want a thrill!

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"Let me tell you some key points about Mariku..." Malik began in a low voice. We were at the cafeteria eating breakfast and we grabbed a separate table so we could begin plotting. After all, Malik has a crush on Ryou so I have to help him get together with him while Malik's side of the deal is that he'll set me up with Mariku.

I wasn't as shocked when I woke up to Malik sitting on me again. I guess it's a habit of his. He said I woke up with a lively mood whenever he did that and he hates waking up to tired old grouches or something. It's obvious he can't tell the difference from a lively mood to a pissed off one. Maybe I should learn to wake up before Malik does, then that wouldn't be happening.

Anyway, Malik's telling me some vital information so I better listen up. The subject of conversation was currently in a dilemma between shoving his food in his mouth and laughing at some joke. Hn, he decided to try both at the same time. It wasn't the most attractive thing I'd ever seen.

"Number one: Mariku is far too honest. He's totally fine with telling you everything he's thinking regardless of whether you want to know or not."

"Gotcha," I replied to indicate that I was listening properly. Eh, I'm not too surprised though I can see how people would find this troubling.

"Number two: Mariku's... hormonal. He makes out with people regardless of whether they want him to or not."

"I could live with that."

Malik rolled his eyes at me. "Number three: Mariku never tidies up after himself. He has people who can do that for him if needed."

"He's a way better slave master than you."

"Shut up, slave. Number four: no matter what you do, never ever express hate for anyone when around Mariku. Mariku will torment that person more than necessary."

"I'm not sure if that's actually a bad thing but I'll take your word for it."

"Number five: no matter what you do, remain on Mariku's good side. Pissed off Mariku is well... dangerous. Even teachers have let him off huge punishments just because he glared at them. Anyway, just don't do it!" Malik warned me. Judging from his expression, I'd say he was serious. Personally, I think a pissed off Mariku sounds extremely intriguing but eh, maybe I'll just take Malik's advice for now.

"Don't do what?"

Malik jumped five feet in the air. Okay, not really. But his reaction to the newcomer to our table was interesting. Ryou had come to join us. Malik's sun-kissed skin was now becoming a shade known as tomato red. Shit, his temper may be gone but whenever Ryou appears, does he switch to being insanely nervous? Holy crap, I can already sense disaster.

"Malik was just telling me that I shouldn't... uh..." Fuck, where's a good excuse when I need one?

"Drugs! Don't do drugs!" Malik blurted out in a rush. Thank god Ryou knows the language of babble and so he caught all of that. He placed his tray on our table and pulled up a seat beside Malik, who let out a small squeak suddenly. Shit Malik, are you male or not? Gah, I can tell that Malik was happy to have Ryou sit beside him but his goofy expression was disturbing too. And the fact that Ryou is oblivious to this baffled me even more.

"I agree, Malik-kun! Even though I know people who have done drugs, I made it my personal decision only to take prescription drugs," Ryou agreed with a smile. Thank god Ryou is the way he is. His cluelessness can prove to be useful at times.

But there's a disadvantage to the seating plan. I can't whisper anything to Malik in terms of making good discussion with Ryou. I guess I'll just have to take charge. "So Ryou, show us your timetable. Let's compare and see if we got any classes together." Ryou nodded and pulled out a notebook and opening it up on the page where he'd stuck in his timetable. I looked through it and grinned. "We have History and Math together."

"Really? Hey Malik-kun, get out your timetable." Malik immediately scrambled through his pockets and pulled out his scrunched out timetable. He handed it to Ryou who scanned through it with his constant smile. "Us three all have History together and... I'm in your Drama class. I hope you can show me the ropes in that subject, I only took Drama in the hopes of boosting my confidence. I hear a lot of people wanted you for the big school production but you refused. Why was that?"

Malik jabbed his fork into a hash brown and began cutting it up into small pieces. Shit, is he trying to distract himself from the fact that he has no idea how to talk properly when around Ryou? He is really is like some pms-ing girl!

"Uh... um... well... I... didn't like the script?"

"Ah, not into western tales?"

"I prefer uh... I don't know?"

"Musicals? I like musicals best."

"I like musicals too."

"Which is your favourite? I really loved this musical that I saw in the summer called Wicked! Have you seen it?"

"...N-No..."

"If they do another performance of it sometime, we should all go to it then!"

Malik's eyes lit up. "Sounds like a plan."

"What sounds like a plan?" Why does everyone like interrupting our conversations? This interruption, I didn't mind however. Ryou babbling on about musicals to Malik who clearly didn't know any better was starting to get tiresome to listen to. Mariku pulled up a chair and placed himself beside me. Now that's something else I don't mind.

"Good morning Mariku-kun! Malik-kun and I were thinking about seeing this musical together if it ever gets performed again somewhere locally," Ryou answered the crazier of the Ishtar twins with a warm greeting. Yeah, that's Ryou alright.

Mariku let out a laugh. I swear I could never get tired of that laugh. "Hey Malik! Remember when we set fire to those DVDs? I think one of them was a musical. What's it called again? West Side Shit?"

"West Side Story," Ryou corrected him. I could tell from his expression that he disapproved of hearing that Mariku and Malik set fire to DVDs. To him, that would be a tragedy and he doesn't even watch television.

"Ah, right. Yeah well, our parents should be getting a call from the video hire store about the DVDs being overdue and we'll let them suss out what to do about the ashes, right Malik?" Mariku continued, winking at his brother.

"Is that what you meant by liking musicals, Malik-kun? That you liked to set fire to DVDs of musical films with your brother?" Ryou asked and Malik shook his head. Malik, it's too late. Mariku's already screwed you over. But with the way you're behaving right now, you deserved that. Now man up and talk properly. If only I could say that. Actually, Ryou's used to be being an ass and Mariku approves of asses. Okay, I'll be an ass.

"Malik, you're really screwed, aren't ya? Trying to keep Ryou satisfied by saying you like musicals but it's also true that you joined in with burning the DVDs. Stop being a moron and contradicting yourself like that. Make up your mind on what you – Ow, fuck!" Right in the middle of while I was talking, Malik jabbed both my eyes with his fingers. The fucking arsehole was now wiping his fingers with the tablecloth and Mariku was laughing, clearly amused. Ryou gasped and ask if I was okay. "No, fucking hell Malik! You know that what I'm saying is the truth!"

Malik scowled at me. "Idiot. I'd hit you again but I'd catch the stupid off you."

I rolled my eyes and Mariku continued to snicker at our bickering. He whacked me on the back and I decided to assume what was a friend gesture of his. "Looks like Malik has found a new best friend. Good luck, Bakura."

"Hn, I'll need it," I muttered, wiping my eyes.

Ryou giggled nervously and then he turned to Malik, patting his shoulder. This action of course, made the dumbass turn all shy again. "Thanks for being nice about my interests, Malik-kun. But it doesn't matter, I don't mind if we don't have all the same interests. You don't have to have everything in common with your friends, right? That would be a bit boring; it's good to meet people with different hobbies and lifestyles."

Malik's eyes widened, his blush getting darker. "Friends?"

"Yes," Ryou nodded, "we're friends, right?"

Mariku slammed his fist on the table. "Ryooooooouuuuuu, get me more chocolate milk!"

Malik stood up. "I'll get it!"

I grinned. "Why don't the two of you go together? I'll have lime milk." And just like that, I successfully gave Malik some alone time with Ryou. Gosh I'm brilliant. But to my surprise, as Malik and Ryou walked over to the cafeteria counter, Malik turned his head and shot me a death glare. What the hell? Dude, I gave you a chance to be alone with your crush, what more do you want from me? I guess there's still a lot I need to learn about Malik.

Oh who gives a shit! I'm hanging out with Mariku, just me and him. This is freaking sweet. I don't care if Malik's not satisfied because I know for sure that I am. But Mariku's expression was different. He didn't seem to have that crazed look in his eyes that he usually does. He looked rather sour, actually. Shit, am I not interesting enough for him?

"Man, does your brother usually act like that? He seems to switch from being foul-tempered and being shy and contradictory!" I asked, hoping to make some form of conversation.

"...I don't know what his deal is," he replied, placing his elbows on the table, resting his head in one hand and fiddling with his hair with the other hand. What the hell? Where did Mariku go? I mean, where did his usual attitude go? "...Oi, Bakura. You're a decent kid."

I raised an eyebrow. "That was a stupid compliment."

He grinned at this. "Fine, everytime I see you, I get aroused. Better?"

"That was stupid as well but an improvement. I assume you're trying to go somewhere with this?"

"Oh yes, yes I am," he replied with a seductive tone. I think I do like where this is going. Then his expression reverted back to his more serious expression. "No, I need you to do me a favour."

I leaned in to show I was listening. "Do tell."

Mariku outstretched his arms and let out a yawn. Then he slammed down his fist and his eyes lit up again. He yanked me by my shirt collar and pulled me in close. I think I still like where this is going, I still like where this is going.

He opened his mouth and I could feel his hot breath tingle against my skin. Damn, Malik wasn't kidding when he said his brother is horny. I still don't mind. I still like where this is going.

"I want you to seduce Malik," he whispered softly.

...

I don't like where this is going anymore.

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Aw Bakura, he thought he was going to score! XD I like him being all, "hell yeah I like psycho people 8D" because I can kind of see him being intrigued by psychotic people often. And yeah, part of him being all "hell yeah" over Mariku's psycho side will make it fun for when he actually gets to know Mariku better in the fic and see how he responds to other aspects of Mariku. As for Malik being overly shy when around Ryou, yeah I just felt like having him act that way just to complicate things and so there's a real contrast to how he acts around Ryou and how he acts around everyone else.

Yeah, I'm done rambling. Pondering whether to plonk in Prideshipping on not. And eventually, my other main character will bop up soon too. Cuz my main cast will be Bakura, Malik, Mariku, Ryou and another dude... Try and guess who you think it is! X3

In any case, what will Bakura do? Will he stick with his plan of happening Malik get together with Ryou or will he agree to Mariku's favour? Find out in the next update!

Adios!

Mel-Girl.