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(Bakura's POV)

I headed out after Physics and Maths. Ugh, those were the most boring lessons of my entire life. Seriously, I wish Marik was in at least one of those classes... I really needed someone to mess around with and, honestly, Marik is clever and he lets me copy him. Speaking of Marik, there he is. The feminine boy was leaning against his motorbike, he looked up at me and his mouth slowly curved into a small smile. Okay, someone remind me to stop him from smiling like that... it's kind of cute and I really don't want to think of him as cute. I walked up to him and grimaced. It is time to ride that death machine again. He laughed at my expression and then spoke. "Are you ready to go, 'Kura?" I nodded and he climbed onto the bike. How is he not scared of this thing? I truthfully like riding on the back of this thing will be the death of me. I can see my tombstone already 'Here lies Bakura, fell off of his in-the-closet best friend's motorbike'. I wonder who would come to my funeral... Ryou would, Marik would, they'd both force Melvin to come... Maybe Marik would bring his sister Ishizu? Maybe his brother Rishid too? Neither of them really know me, but I'm sure Marik has spoken about me to them before, or maybe Melvin has complained about me to them before. I guess Melvin will have gotten over everything once I'm dead, maybe he'll even feel sad. I suppose people from my classes would be invited, none of them coming means a thing to me though. I don't talk to any of them really. Some have tried speaking to me though, I just ignore them. I'm sure Ryou would be the most upset at my funeral. I felt my heart almost burst with sadness as I imagined my adorable and loving younger twin cry his eyes out over me. Marik would probably cry too, I mean, he cried today just over the fact we had a fight. I got the mental image of Marik Ishtar shedding millions of tears over my death, over how he had lost his best friend, how he had lost me forever. I frowned. Marik crying almost hurts me as much as Ryou crying. Am I becoming soft? Damn you, Marik.

"Bakura? What's wrong? Why aren't you getting on the bike yet? Are you scared? Why do you look upset? What are you thinking about?" Marik asked all his questions one after the other, not bothering to give me time to answer. I put my hand over his mouth to shut him up.

"Nothing's wrong. I got lost in my thoughts. I am not scared. I am not upset. I was thinking of something that is none of your business," I answered. He replied but I couldn't understand because my hand was muffling his voice. I grinned. "It's about bloody time that I didn't have to listen to your nasally voice whine on and on at me."

I felt something wet on my hand. I pulled my hand away instantly. Did he just-? "Marik, did you just lick me?" I asked, shocked. As I wiped my hand on my trousers, he nodded with a smirk. Smirking is my thing, idiot.

"Get on the bike, I want to get home," he said.

"Yeah, I want to get home too, the quicker we get home, the quicker you can make me dinner!" I replied cheerfully.

"Who says I was making dinner tonight?"

"Do you really want me to cook?"

"Oh Ra, you'd make a complete mess of my kitchen! I had to spend an hour cleaning up after you last time!"

"So, you'll cook?"

"Okay, fine. Just get on the friggin' bike!"

I did as told and wrapped my arms around his waist. Almost forgot! I removed my arms from around Marik's waist and put on a helmet. Safety first. I re-wrapped my arms around his waist. He tensed up at my touch but after a while, he relaxed again. The bike started, I gripped onto Marik tighter and then we were off. Marik didn't wear a helmet because he only had one and it was on my head. Unfortunately for me, this meant his hair blew wildly and kept getting in my face. After a while, I leant my head onto his back to avoid the violent hair. I felt Marik tense up again. Ah, is it because I'm touching his back? He didn't relax for the rest of the journey but I didn't take my head off of his back, I did not want another slap from those sandy blonde locks. This time, I didn't try to fluster him; I stayed still and tried to let him concentrate on the road. I better not distract him even more, he may be experienced at driving this bloody death machine but I don't want him to pay more attention to me than the road. I do not want to die on this and I don't really want it to be his cause of death either. Even though he was tense, Marik was quite comfortable to lean against. I relaxed and shut my eyes. I had almost fallen asleep when Marik stood up. I opened my eyes in shock and fell to the ground. Oh, we're home. Marik laughed at me for a while and then held out a hand to help me up. I took his hand and released immediately once I had stood up. We walked to the door and Marik pulled the house-key out of his back pocket and unlocked the door. I followed him in and as I walked through the hall I took off the helmet and lazily threw it on the floor. Marik sighed at me but didn't bother saying anything.

"So, what do you want for dinner?" he asked as I followed him into the kitchen.

"Steak!" I exclaimed and climbed on top of the table. I watched him as he wandered around the kitchen and found a steak in the freezer. I grinned. Tasty. "What are you cooking for yourself, Marik? You can't eat steak, you little veggie, you." He looked at me and rolled his eyes. I had decided I was always going to act cheerful and jokey when he made me food because I thought it might encourage him to do it more often.

"I'll have vegetable stir-fry, I guess. What do you want with your steak?"

"I'll just have some of the stir-fry," even though I'm not that keen on vegetables, Marik's stir-fry always looks and smells delicious. "Marik, how did you get so muscular?"

"What do you mean?"

"When you were in the towel this morning, you know, when you wouldn't let me see your back, I noticed you were actually muscular. I also discovered that you didn't have a third nipple and the reason why you don't get changed for PE in front of other students is because of something on your back."

"I eat healthy and exercise a lot. Also, at work, Ishizu makes me lift a lot of heavy boxes. Why do you care? You've got better muscles than me," he said, prodding my stomach as he walked past me to hunt down some vegetables, "and, for Ra's sake, don't sit on the friggin' table, we friggin' eat on there!"

I stayed sat on the table as he turned the oven on and started preparing our food.

"I don't know, I was just wondering. You don't seem like that much of a strong type of person. Well, yeah, you can tell by your arms you've got some muscle but really, before I saw you topless, you looked like a well-toned girl."

"Thanks for that, 'Kura."

"No problem. Moving on from that point, I asked Ryou what was on your back."

Marik dropped the knife he was chopping vegetables with and turned to me, eyes wide. "Does Ryou know? Of course, he knows, Melvin shares everything with him... Did Ryou tell you? Ryou didn't tell you, did he?" His voice was hoarse and worried. Why doesn't he want me to know?

I shook my head. "Why can't I know? Why do you want to keep it from me? Ryou knows. It's not fair, Marik. I'm your best friend, right? You're supposed to tell me stuff like this!"

Marik frowned at me. "Why do you want to know so badly? I don't want anyone to know. I wish Melvin didn't tell Ryou. Oh Ra, what if he showed Ryou? Poor Ryou... No one should have to see something like that. Oh. I'm rambling a bit. It's nothing to worry about, Bakura. You honestly don't want to know."

What did Ryou see? Why can't I see it? Why 'Poor Ryou'? Is it that bad? What's going on, Marik? "Marik, please, let me see."

"No. I don't want you to."

"Then at least tell me what it is that you're hiding from me? I want to know. Don't leave me out."

"Please, drop it. I don't want to talk about it. Maybe I'll show you another time." You don't mean that. If you meant that, you'd just show me now. I'll ask again another time, I don't want to push him too far but I will get it out of him. I swear I will make him tell me.

"Fine, how about we talk some more about your chat with Anzu?" I asked, slyly. He groaned and turned back to his cooking. Well, that's one way for you to avoid making eye contact with me, Marik.

"What about it? I just didn't want her to hurt Yugi. You can tell he likes her. You weren't even that bothered about your date with her anyway, I don't see why it matters," he replied calmly.

"Since when did you get so buddy-buddy with the Yugi lot? We only sit with them occasionally! You don't even know Anzu, I heard your conversation with her, and she wasn't even sure whether you were a boy or a girl so how could you know if Yugi liked her?"

"Hey! When we sit with them I talk to them, you just don't know them because you ignore them and try to get my attention and Ryou's attention the whole time. By the way, about that, maybe you should try making other friends! I don't know Anzu because out of their whole group she is the one who isn't in any of my classes and when we do sit with them she's always talking with Yami. I knew that Yugi liked her because I speak with him mostly out of that group and once when he was talking to Ryou and me, I noticed he kept looking over at Anzu and anytime she looked at him his cheeks went a little red. Ryou commented that Anzu's hair looked nice and Yugi said 'her hair always looks nice, Ryou.'"

"Okay, okay, fine. So you were playing matchmaker for Yugi, I see."

I didn't know Marik was that close with them. How odd.

"I don't really understand how Anzu thought you were a girl, Marik. We even sit with them. Sure, you do look like a girl but you've got no rack whatsoever. I suppose she could've assumed you were just flat-chested," I mumbled. I imagined Marik as a girl with huge boobs. Creepy. That kind of turns me on. If only Marik really looked like that. I noticed that Marik's stir-fry was nearly finished so I jumped off of the table and sat on one of the chairs. Yes. Food.

Marik ignored my last comment and mumbled something about how we were having dinner ridiculously early and then he sighed when he heard my stomach grumble. I grinned at him. He dished up our food and sat opposite me. I muttered a thank you and then dug in. Delicious. Well done, Marik. I have no idea how you are able to cook this well.

"So, what shall we do after we finish eating? Want to watch a film? Or do you have homework?" Marik asked. Of course I have homework, but I don't plan on doing it.

"Yeah, I suppose watching a film will be fun. We don't have school next week do we?"

"No, it's the start of the Christmas holidays," he murmured. I raised an eyebrow.

"You don't seem that excited for Christmas? Not into the festivities?"

"Oh, my family have never really celebrated Christmas. Ishizu has only vaguely explained Christmas but I don't think Ishizu and Rishid are planning on celebrating it this year anyway, it's not part of our religion. Christmas will just be another day for us. Although, Ishizu will probably want to celebrate my birthday this year we never really celebrated back in the tomb, I mean, back in Egypt."

The tomb? He lived in a tomb? Marik's never told me about his life in Egypt. I suppose I've never told him about mine. He doesn't know why Ryou and I lived alone. He has no idea where or who my parents are... He's never celebrated his birthday either... He only moved here this January. Wow, it's nearly been a year since we met.

"Do you want to celebrate Christmas with Ryou and me? I assume Melvin will join us so it'd be nice if I had you to talk to...?" I asked. His eyes lit up.

"Really, Bakura? Thanks!" He grabbed one of my hands and held it in between both of his, "thank you so much for the invite... Are you sure? Ryou will be okay with it?"

"I'm sure... And of course, Ryou will be okay with it. He considers you one of his closest friends. Now let go of my hand please."

"Oh, sorry..." He let go.

I smiled at him. I never expected Marik to get so happy over spending Christmas with us.

"So when's your birthday?" I asked.

"The Friday next week, why?"

"So, the 23rd, right? Cool. How about I get Ryou to plan a birthday party for you on... hmmm... the Saturday coming? I assume you'll be celebrating on your actual birthday with Ishizu and Rishid."

"Thanks, Bakura. You're my best friend."

"You too, Marik, you too." I grinned.

I'm being weirdly nice, aren't I? Marik, you make me soft.

We got up, watched a film and sometime during the film we both fell asleep. All in all, it was a good afternoon.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoying.
Please review. ^-^
I realised I needed to put a Christmas thing in because in the chapter where Bakura and Marik went to the Cafe, there were Christmas decorations up. Haha. ^^
Sorry if you notice any plot holes. I don't really have any of this planned out- I just type. XD
-Dani. :)