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Yay here's chapter 2! Bakura's here now! Tell me if you like this story any advice is greatly appreciated.

'kay i'm pretty sure Mariklover222 was my first reviewer so chapter 2 is dedicated to you. I'd also like to add that chapter one was dedicated to AiKo-Chan15 who helped me edit the first chapter and helped me come up with the idea. Check her profile out and her thiefshipping story "The Proposal"

Chapter 2

From outside the dingy detention room of the old school building, Marik could hear the squeaks and banging of the desks and chairs inside, and the loud voices of the troublemaking schoolmates he would be spending the next couple of hours with. He could only imagine how dull and unenjoyably this experience was about to be. He considered not going at all but realized Ishizu and Rishid would be getting a call from the school to notify them he'd gotten into trouble and would be staying late at school for his detention, and skipping would get him in even more trouble.

He took a deep breath, slid the door open, and in the next instant was taking a brave step into the packed room. There are more people here than I was expecting. Marik was suddenly overcome with a wave of anxiety at the small, over-crowded, room.

Am I Claustrophobic? He thought to himself as he felt his heart beating faster and faster by the second. Knowing he'd eventually have to find himself a place to call his own for the next couple of hours, Marik began his attempt at maneuvering through the crowd looking for a free seat somewhere (Preferably in a secluded corner).

And his wish was granted. There was one lone unclaimed seat in the far left corner on the back wall of the classroom, farthest from the door. Marik found it was odd that the people sitting in the desks surrounding the one that would be his were talking to their friends that stood instead of taking the empty chair. I guess it's their loss then.

Some heads turned to watch him as he made his move to sit down, while others chuckled at how stupid the new kid was. He had no idea why. Seconds later the same heads and those of the rest of the student in the room turned to the door immediately after it was slammed shut.

Marik assumed it was just the teacher who finally bothered to arrive now almost 5 minutes late. So once again, he'd have to put away his sketch book, pencil and eraser he had taken out as soon as he reached his seat.

But that's when he noticed it. As he pulled the book away from his desk and into his bag, the young boy's hand fell on a large groove in the surface of the desk he was sitting at. Marik then dropped his gaze to the small wooden table below him. He could see the deep dent forming the letters 'T.K.'. It was engraved beautifully. His hands traced the exquisite piece of art in the wood exterior of the desk.

"T.K." he repeated out loud in a soft tone. What does it mean? The young Ishtar suddenly felt the eyes of the classroom on him once more as the feeling of anxiety crept up on him yet again.

"Yes?" A gruff voice said from above him. Marik looked up to find his lavender eyes met with a pair of brownish red ones.

"…"

"You called for me didn't you, boy?" The spikey white haired boy standing over him asked in a smug voice. He couldn't have been more than a year older than Marik himself.

"…" He couldn't find the words to say and was quite confused at the situation.

"Well, you were obviously trying to get my attention." He stated. A smirk growing on his face after seeing Marik's obvious discomfort.

"You know" he continued, "by sitting in my seat."

"Why can you claim this seat as your own?" Marik was quite annoyed at this point and that was clear in his voice. He just wanted to get through the rest of the day and keep to himself. In fact, for the rest of his school year if he could manage it, carrying on with his anti-social ways that he had adopted.

"Because, new boy, I am the Thief King. You should learn not to mess with me. It would be wise." 'The Thief King' as he called himself, now took on a much more threatening expression. "Now get out!" The Thief King demanded.

Marik thought about this, This guy seems like a jerk. I don't have anything to lose anyways. I'll show him I can play his game too. "And, Thief King-sama, what if I don't want to 'get out'? What will you do then, big shot?" That came out a lot bolder than he had originally meant it to. However, despite this, he decided he'd roll with this new found confidence. That is, if he was able to.

"New kid's got more balls than I thought" The Egyptian boy heard someone say. Yeah, me too.

"What's your name, kid?" Marik's attention was brought back to the older boy in front of him.

"Marik Ishtar, what's it to you?" He responded with the same confidence he showed in his earlier statements.

"I like to know the names of the people I victimize" The older, pale boy chuckled darkly.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." Marik shrugged "Then what's yours, Thief King"

"Huh? I though you just said it." He laughed again, "Hmm, you can call me Touzoku, Bakura Touzoku."

"Okay Bakura, would you mind leaving me alone now? How 'bout it?" This is probably the longest and most pleasant conversation I've had with anyone while being at this school, considering most of the other ones ended with bruises to my skin or pride. Unless it was with a teacher. Speaking of teachers, isn't one supposed to be here?

"I'm afraid I can't do that, kid. I'll let you sit there for today, though. Don't expect this to be the last you see of me, Ishtar." Bakura explained patting Marik on his upper back, his smirk growing even larger than before. Marik tensed up at this action as Bakura was close to touching his scars.

"That's nice, Bakura." The younger boy said dismissively trying to move out of Bakura's hold on his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow at this.

The older of the two pivoted around to face the crowd surrounding them. He inspected each and every one of their faces in an instant before once again returning his attention to the boy sitting in his seat, and continued on to stare at him as well for a good minute this time.

"I like this one! He's got spunk!" He uttered with a start. "Yes, kid, this is definitely not last you'll see of me." That statement seemed as though it was directed at Marik, but in actuality, Bakura was promising himself this. "Well then, there's more fun to be had at the front of the room" The whitette turned around and headed toward the front of the class. A path was cleared for him immediately as he found himself a seat at the front of the room right in ahead of the teacher's desk. Many of the seats were clear now as most of the students were still deforming their crowd.

Weird, Marik thought It's almost like they're scared of him or something… Oh shit! I hope this won't get me into any more trouble. Touzoku is starting to sound familiar. He realized there was probably a reason no one sat in that seat, everyone turned their head to the door when Bakura Touzoku walked in, and why no one dared to step in his path. But he said that he liked me does that mean he'll leave me alone or doing anything but that. Sadly, it was more like the latter.

The next chapter will probably contain answers to some of the questions you have by the end of this chapter. There's still more to this scene to come. 2 or 3 more characters added in the next chapter depending how long it is.

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- Witch12