I'm gunna write this one in third person

Ryou and Malik stood outside the bathroom doors. Malik still growling slightly.

Turning on his heals, Malik headed towards the nearest exit. No one would notice that he wasn't in class. The teacher had ever stopped calling his name when doing attendence.

Ryou looked in Malik's direction, then back towards the classroom, then back to Malik again. Could he handle class alone after that little show? No, he decided he couldn't.

Running towards Malik, who was halfway down the hallway, slowing his pace when he finally got to him to a fast walk. Malik turned his head slightly to give Ryou a, what took you so long? look. Ryou just shook his head to awnser the question.

Malik shrugged it off and continued to the exit with Ryou in toe.

After exiting the building, Malik and Ryou reached Malik's motorbike. Malik climbed on pulling the two helmets from under the detachable seat, handing on to Ryou, and placing the other on his head. Fishing the keys out of his pocket he jammed them into the igniton as Ryou slipped onto the bike behind him, slipping his hands around Malik's waist.

Turning the key, making the bike roar to life, Malik kicked off and speed towards the exit. Ryou turned his head to the side as to be able to get clean air. Staring ahead of him he though he saw two shawdoy figures standing next to the last tree before the exit. He shook is head and looked again and they were gone. Playing it off as his imaginaion Ryou closed his eyes and clung to Malik as he dipped and waved through the trafic.

Ariving at Ryou's house, Malik turned off the bike adn helped Ryou off of it.

The house was empty with no sign of life. Yet that was to be expected when one lived alone.

Pulling a pack of cigarettes from his school bag he offered one to Ryou, remembering how he was pouting this morning about not havign any.

Ryou smiled greatfully and pulled his lighter out of his pocket and light it. Taking a drag off of it before offering Malik the flame. Malik dipped his head forward placing the end of his cancer stick into the falme before pulling back taking a drag off his like Ryou had done.

They sat there flicking their ashes into the ashtray Ryou had retreved from the kitchen. A few minutes later they both stabbed out their butts into the tray and moved to the kitchen. Both lingered near the sink, looking at eachother.

Malik looked at Ryou, Ryou stared back before slowly holding his hand out in a "give it to me" manner.

Malik looked at his hand before closing his eyes and reaching into his pocket to pull out the object he knew Ryou was asking for.

A box cutter. It had and orange handle with Malik's name writtten in Arabic on one side and Ryou's name written in English on the other. (1)

Handing it over to Ryou, Ryou extended it a few clips, a faint line of red on the first clip. Poping it off, Ryou threw the clip into the trash bin under the sink before rolling up his sleve. Faint white scars littered his arm. Criss crossing in places.

Bringing the blade to the middle of his forearm, Ryou quickly slashed. A few moments later beades of red started to pop out of the self-inflicketed wound. He repeated the motion again another three times before Malik grabbed the arm that held the box cutter.

Extending his hand in a similar motion to that of which Ryou had done, Ryou placed the box cutter in his hand.

Walking over to the drawer that was only a few steps away, Ryou opened it and grabbed out two towels. Turning on the tap and placing both under the water stream. Once soaked Ryou turned off the tap and pulled out a towel and placed it over his wounds, hissing slightly as he did so.

While Ryou had been doing this, Malik had broken off the clip with Ryou's blood on it, rolled up his sleve, which was littered with just as many scars as Ryou's, and made many more wounds than Ryou had. They weren't as deep as Ryou's but he had many more than Ryou did.

Placing the box cutter on the counter top Malik grabbed the other towel from the sink and placed it over his wounds as Ryou had done.

Malik looked up from his arm to Ryou, who had just done the same as Malik. They looked at eachother for a few moments before Ryou tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes and smiled at Malik.

Malik didn't follow Ryou's example this time. Instead he looked down and started crying silently.

"Bakura, do you think we're being too hard on them?" Mariku asked. His arms were crossed on the table while his head rested in the crook of his elbows.

"Hum?" Bakura asked cracking an eye and casting it in Mariku's general direction. His hands were behind his head and his had his chair tipped back on the two back legs.

"Do you think we're being to hard on the mutes?" he burryed his head in his arms. What was he saying? He and Bakura had been tourtering the two mutes for years, and now he decided to grow a contious?

His head shot up as he heard Bakura's chair hit the ground in a loud thud the reverderated throughout the room.

"What?" Bakura spat. He had no idea what was going through Mariku's head but he was going to knock the crap out of him if he kept speaking like that.

Sighing Mariku burryed his head back into his arms, "Nevermind."

1 - remember people they're in Japan.

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