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I remember standing in the rain a week later, cursing my bad luck as I watched my bus turn the corner without me on it.

What was the point of running to catch a bus if it was just going to leave you behind anyways? Stupid detention.

I had been talking to Anzu about the party and of course the teacher chose then to notice us.

Anzu managed to catch up to me, trying to stay covered under her bright pink umbrella. She shot me an apologetic look, though it wasn't really her fault my bus driver was an ass.

"I'm so sorry Marik. You've just seemed so off since the party…I should have waited till after class."

"It's alright, Anzu-chan. Nice of you to be concerned at least."

She pulled out her cellphone, presumably to call for a ride. I tuned out, glaring at the thick clouds and cold droplets.

Unlike her, I had no one to call.

Well, I suppose I could call Seto who could send a limo or something but like hell I was going to do that. As much as I hated walking home, especially in the rain, it was nothing I couldn't handle.

Not a minute later, a car pulled up at the curb and wouldn't you know it, out stepped my old nemesis, Yami.

Could this day get any worse?

Anzu practically ran to him, greeting him with a kiss. Yuck. I didn't mind people kissing; it just made my stomach turn to think of a nice girl like Anzu with that jerk.

"…is that you, um, Marik-san?"

Surprised that I was being addressed, I turned to see it was in fact Yami who had called me out.

Great.

I was wet, my hair was flat, my eyeliner was probably disintegrating in the rain, and Ra dammit I was pissed off already, couldn't he see that?

"Yami. You here to call me a faggot again? Maybe push me around some more? Because I hate to break it to you but I'm still gay as a rainbow colored unicorn."

"No, I'm not here to…harass you. I was just picking up Yuugi when Anzu called to ask for a ride as well. I hear you two were stuck in detention together."

"Yup, I got your girlfriend in trouble. Oops. Go ahead, throw something at me, I dare you."

"No, no, that's not what I meant…ah, this isn't coming out right. What I meant was to apologize for my past behavior…I guess I've been putting it off for awhile now, but you deserve a proper apology."

"No problem, it's only about six years late."

"Well, even if you won't accept my apology, I'd still like to offer it. Being with Anzu has changed my perspective on a lot of things. The world is not as black and white as I thought it once was. I shouldn't have treated you that way. There is no excuse for my actions."

I mulled his words over for a minute. His tone was incredibly awkward, and he could barely look at me, but he seemed sincere.

I hated to believe my childhood bully had really changed, but he definitely made it seem that way. And it was true that Anzu could probably make anyone a better person.

Seeing that I was in no hurry to answer his apology, Yami decided to try a different approach.

"Maybe as an act of good faith…I could offer you a ride home?"

The end of his sentence was nearly cut off by the roar of an engine as a familiar old junk bucket came screeching to a halt at the curb. The dramatic engine warranted both of our attentions.

Though it looked different in daylight, I was only half surprised when Bakura half stepped out of the driver's side door. What I didn't expect was his demand.

"Get in."

I couldn't help being a bit confused. What was he even doing here? I had hardly seen him since the party the week before. He had seemed more like he was avoiding me than trying to do me any favours.

Seeing that I wasn't going to immediately comply, he got annoyed.

"Oh for fuck sake…"

Slamming his door, he made his way out into the rain to where I was standing. The looks he was shooting Yami were cold enough to give frostbite, and Yami flinched appropriately.

What was with them?

To my surprise (again) Bakura was pretty possessive, slinging an arm around my waist, eyes never leaving the older boy.

By my calculations, Yami was two years older than me, which made him one year older than Bakura.

"You got a problem, Yami? Marik's with me. And if history stands, I don't suggest you cross me."

"No problem, Bakura. I was just trying to apologize, whether you believe me or not."

Yami's voice sounded heavy and disheartened, like this was a scene he was used to repeating. It only served to thicken my curiosity, especially when Bakura sneered, spitting at his feet.

No seriously, he spit at his feet.

"See you in hell. Come on."

With that lovely salutation, he used his grip on me to jerk me towards the car. I gave a little cry, but managed to get my feet under me. He sent me a withering look and I couldn't help being annoyed.

"What? I wasn't exactly expecting to be kidnapped today, sorry."

"Just get in the car."

Before I could even get my seatbelt on, we were roaring off down the road. Bakura drove pretty calmly despite the sound of his car, but I wasn't fooled.

His pale hands were even paler than normal. He was gripping the steering wheel so hard I thought it might snap.

"You gonna explain what that was about?"

"That homophobic dipshit bullied Ryou to the point of trying to kill himself. I don't care what he has to say for himself, he's nothing more than a little shit as far as I'm concerned and I'd kick his sorry ass again if I had to."

Well that explained a lot, about both about Yami's change in behavior and Bakura's intense hatred of him.

I almost felt bad for Yami.

But not that bad.

We rode in silence for a couple minutes before I thought it was safe to ask another question.

"So what were you even doing here today? I thought we were avoiding each other."

"Why the hell would you think that?"

"Because I haven't seen you since you refused to have sex with me last week."

"I refused to have sex with you in the back of my car. There's a big difference between that and refusing to have sex with you at all."

"Didn't feel like a big difference last week."

"That's because you're an incredibly horny teenaged boy."

"And you're not?"

"At least I could go out and get some if I wanted to and not worry about being a virgin."

"Fuck you."

"You'd like to, wouldn't you?"

"You know, sometimes I can't tell if I hate you or if I…like you."

"Funny, I guess I could say I feel the same way."

"You're a jerk. You can't just say 'I like you too, Marik'. You have to be all vague about it and string me along."

"Well I was here today right when you happened to need me wasn't I?"

I thought about saying I hadn't needed him, Yami would have given me a ride, but if I was honest I probably wasn't going to say yes to Yami, even if I was less convinced that he hadn't changed than Bakura.

And I recognized that this was Bakura's way of saying that he had actually been waiting for me after school today.

It was almost a little bit…romantic.

Oh, Ra. My life. What was happening to it?

We jerked to a halt outside my house. He looked over at me, dark red eyes burning straight through me.

No matter how much he pissed me off, he still never failed to attract or intrigue me.

Flipping up the cup holder between us, he grabbed me by my jacket and hauled me closer. I couldn't help holding my breath as his lustful gaze flickered over me desirously.

"Same place, same time tomorrow."

"What?"

"I tried avoiding you. Didn't work. So I'm willing to try something else."

His voice was deep and husky with seduction. Ra dammit, how did he do this to me?

I was a little flattered though. Despite his blunt words, they said a lot.

Couldn't resist me, eh?

"Do we at least get to make out some more before I decide?"

He laughed at my suggestion, but had no problem acquiescing to my request. Our lips met in a hurried dash, like we were both desperate to have the other under our skin once again.

As always, sparks flew when we kissed, tongues, teeth and lips going to battle all at once. His hands were inside my jacket, gripping my hips tightly, and my hand was dangerously high on his thigh.

He leaned me back and I almost complained at the awkward angle but quickly realized his goal was to reach the door handle, because the next second I was being spattered with a face full of rain.

Of course, he pulled back fast enough to avoid it.

"W-what are you…I thought…"

"You asked if we could make out. So we did. Now get out before your sister gets suspicious."

"What" –

"Despite what you might think of me, I will drive away with you half way out the door."

I needed no more encouragement, annoyed as I was, and clambered out the door onto the pavement, glaring daggers the whole time.

How did he always manage to make a fool of me?

"Same place same time tomorrow."

"Why not right here right now?"

He gave no answer, simply leaning across the passenger seat to swing the door shut behind me. His dark smirk told me exactly what he would say if he had answered.

Just to piss me off some more though, he mouthed it nice and big while he revved up the engine and gunned it out of there.

"Family rule."

"You are going to fucking explain that to me sometime soon!"

I shouted it after his disappearing car, even knowing he couldn't hear me, but what the hell. It made me feel better.

Despite it all, I felt a smile tugging at my lips.

We had actually made plans hadn't we?

I didn't dream that?

Looking at my building as I started up the driveway, I knew life was about to get a lot more complicated.

A/N: BAM. There you go. Was it worth waiting for? You gotta mega thiefshipping AND some closure to the whole Yami thing, which a lot of you were curious about. Let me know what you all think! ;D (And yes I know I trolled you with the rules thing...I bet you were all thinking I'd reveal it this chapter. Whoops!)