Ah, descriptions, my dear friend. To my dear reviewer that thanked me for supposedly making the last chapter full of description, HA! You don't know my style very well at all, do you? I figured about 30% at least of the last chapter was dialogue of a 2k beginning, while 10% of this chapter (roughly twice the length prior) is dialogue. The rest is my beautiful narration.

Still, if there is a reader that is turned off from reading words, why are you on apressing site. XD Be happy I provide you with glorious plot. All the mindless sex rots the soul, you know. Plus, we should have more class than that~

"There is no absolute point of view from which real and ideal can be finally separated and labelled." - T. S. Eliot

[M*S]

Bakura awoke in a cold sweat. Something told him that he had had a nightmare, but by the time Bakura stirred into consciousness and looked at the blaring red "3:34" on his digital clock, he already forgot what the details were in his dream. The angry teenager ran his fingers through his snowy hair and felt the slight moistness from sweat. Vaguely, Bakura remembered two twin shadows highlighted with gold, but nothing seemed to stand out; he only likely remembered gold because it was one of the few things Bakura liked.

For all his years stealing, Bakura never managed to have much of the pure, rich metal. Anytime the thief snuck in someone's home, most golden items were jewelry, especially rings. The women, and even men, wore their rings to bed, as if wedding bands meant something to them still in modern society. Sometimes a cheating spouse would take off a ring and leave it unattended to steal, but Bakura rarely had those lucky nights. Fortunately the boy managed to pocket some necklaces and trinkets, but most of the time the only real gold someone would own was a wedding ring and the rest were either knock-offs or extremely deluded. Such jewelry hardly even paid off the trouble of stealing.

Bakura longed for riches and freedom from burdens. Why would stealing be wrong if it put food on the table for not only himself, but also for his brother? Bakura had every right to try to live beyond the scraps the world left over for the twins to survive on. Bakura had not become a thief for fun and merriment; he did it because no one else gave a damn about two boys that might as well be orphans. Bakura and Ryo were forced to provide for theirselves from an early age; that meant no one would ever hire them for real work. The best the boys could do honestly was mow a lawn or paper route, but that ended with changing times. Bakura worked a modest job when he got to the proper age, but was cut back due to the economy. The choices given were live on the streets, in a worthless orphanage, or starve. Bakura chose none.

The twins technically had a father, but they rarely received word from him. At best the man sent a letter with a measly few tens in whatever currency the place he occupied used showing that he still lived. Once Bakura went to the bank to cash 126 Colombian pesos, but the teller scoffed and told him that he might as well keep the money as a collector's addition due to the measly exchange rate.

The twins no longer even lived in their birth nation. Born into a modest family in England, the twins had faired well enough. Alas, Death is unbiased and a tragedy befell the family. The father wanted to bring the boys on his expeditions, but that came to an end quickly. The only place they stayed was Egypt for a few months before their father buried himself in his work- practically literally because he was an explorer. Once he realized their lives lacked proper stability, he shipped them to America to "enrich their education and lives."

"Fuck," Bakura murmured realizing that he fully woke up. Not much happened other than just his laying in bed, thinking of all life's troubles, but thinking always kept Bakura awake and going. The snowy-haired devil hated thinking.Thinking never led to positive outcomes. The only time he needed to use some brainpower was when he went out to snatch something, but that was more wit than intelligence. Instinct and skill kept Bakura from being caught; thinking left room for hesitation, which led to his downfall.

Even when Bakura shut his eyes, he felt no exhaustion or tiredness. The dark images from his nightmare came as blurry shadows, and he feared the figures slightly. Not the fear as in "I'm going to die, save me!" but more like the sense that he had no idea what they meant. Bakura searched his mind for any reason behind the fear, but no revelation came. Thinking once again proved to be a treacherous habit.

Despite his best judgement, Bakura knew the only way to stop one bad habit was with another, stealing. Hell, he actually had no desire to steal, but he wanted to know he could. All that interested Bakura was being able to sneak into someone's home leisurely. Bakura knew that until he had been caught, the twiddling of a mouse's thumbs were more detectable than his silent footsteps. Bakura wanted to just prowl knowing all prey would be caught in his sneaky claws. Breaking and entering was only a crime if you broke something, which Bakura always avoided.

Bakura pulled on a turtleneck sweater that covered up his lower face and some old sneakers that were so worked they actually muffled his steps. With the stealth of a small, trekking spider, Bakura slid from his room's window and onto the fire escape below. The only peeve Bakura had against stealing was getting in and out, especially from his own run-down apartment.

After about a minute Bakura walked proudly down the street. The neighborhood never completely died down because of other lowlives running around with their own ill intent or people living in wakeful fear of the crime festered area. Bakura would not even bother going into the homes of the people around the area knowing that they had nothing to offer, which is why a lot of the time they left all they had of almost begging to be stolen.

The thief never went for one neighborhood twice, or at least never at close intervals, but he hardly felt like walking and went to a familiar area. There was another apartment complex a few blocks away that had people from all corners of life Bakura liked to visit. The rich normally lived higher up, but they grew wiser since his past visits, and they weren't worth the time getting up so high that night. Instead Bakura smirked and snuck into the fourth floor by a tree. The room he found, 418, actually had a simple window by a corner easy enough to shimmy, so Bakura went for it.

The window opened with a quick creak, but the thief knew how to mostly silence the noise. Bakura slid himself down inside the room, carefully stepping on unoccupied spots on the shaggy carpet. Bakura looked around the complex and noticed nothing fancy. The place was not ghetto, per say, but it had the bare minimums; a small and stained couch, an old tv, a kitchenette, and a chipped wooden table with two miscellaneous chairs. Thankfully Bakura had not gone in the adventure wanting to actually take anything because the most he would have taken was a dirty plate from the sink.

Still, Bakura crept in deeper, leaving the window open to make escape easier. Bakura felt called, beckoned to go exploring. No voice told his to take anything, but every fiber in his being wanted to find something- a hidden treasure in what came off as a worthless hut. Only two doors were shut, which he assumed would be a bathroom and a bedroom.

Bakura happened to open the bathroom door first and found nothing but the basics. Only one last crevice in the flat remained unexplored, and Bakura opened the door with contained anxiety.

The thief's breath hitched when he saw two decently sized males sprawled on the floor. The two looked closely related, and Bakura never saw them before in his life, but they still looked so damn familiar. One slept in a black undershirt and boxers, and he had ridiculously high blond hair, even if it was just bed head. The other, the one that caught Bakura's attention more, looked much more well-kept; he had only slightly ruffled hair, a lavender hoodie and black skinny jeans on. Bakura almost wondered how far he could get without the other waking if he tried to change the other's clothes, assuming the clothes were uncomfortable to sleep in. Suddenly Bakura finally realized how much the two shined a yellow gleam in the pale moonlight, something that shouldn't happen with as dark a tan as theirs.

Bakura leaped with grace over the larger of the two to the more feminine man. The snowy-haired thief leaned down to examine the shocking metal around their box and figured it to be pure gold. Not cheap, modern styled gold, but ancient gold that looked like it had been made beautiful and valuable from centuries of existence. Bakura turned to the closer cracked slightly ajar and saw a sliver of yellow. Greed and awe consumed the thief, and he went towards the closet.

When Bakura opened the door, he had not expected the absurdly loud creak to occur. That alone startled the thief and the smaller inhabitant, but what really woke the male was Bakura's louder curse.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, causing the man he stared at before to wake into drowsy consciousness.

The man leaned on an elbow and gasped, staring at Bakura's shadow. The tan male assumed a demon had finally come for him due to the horns and crooked smile on the shadow. Only when he actually turned to see Bakura sprinting off to the door did he see the mess of white hair and a small portion of porcelain colored skin. He looked at the closet and noticed it opened more that it had been before. Finally the man awoke completely and shook the other man.

"MELVIN! Get up! Someone's robbing us! He's getting away! Catch him!" he screamed runner towards where the thief headed.

Melvin's eyes darted open with rage and glared at the other. "Fuck! I'll kill the bastard if he thinks he can run! Hurry up, Marik!" he commanded trying to hurry on his feet as best he could while basically half asleep still.

Bakura was halfway out the window when his chasers pulled themselves from their room. "Stop!" Marik yelled making a sprint for Bakura.

Bakura only looked at him for an instant before letting the window shut itself behind him. Marik and Bakura's eyes met for a brief moment, and Marik stopped in his tracks, compelled to not follow the other.

Melvin ran and tripped over Marik's still standing body. "Dammit! Why aren't you chasing him?"

Marik glared at his twin. "He's already gone. Just … I'm calling the police. I wouldn't have been able to catch up anyway," he reported picking up the phone to dial 911. Marik knew someone else had stopped him, something in the half-demonic, red-brown eyes. Something about when their eyes met assured Marik that they would meet again soon enough because the devil works in mysterious ways.

[M*S]

Bakura ran for his life back home. The thief knew cops would be on their way, so he hid in a leafy tree, removing his suspicious sweater and discarding it to the nearby branches. Bakura looked at his palm to observe the item he randomly took. At the moment he barely had any clue what to grab and just took something before sprinting away.

The time Bakura spent cooped up in the tree, he spent studying his newly acquired treasure. Bakura knew the item was crafted from only the purest gold, but a bit of something else that was darker, something he resented deep down. The strange item called to him, however, like he destined to have it. Bakura could not see himself ridding the gold, either.

The item shaped similar to a dream catcher. A circular ring fused with a triangular piece in the center. In the center of the triangle was a unusual, fully-opened, mystic eye. From the bottom of the ring were five pointers. All of the pieces looked genuine and well-made. The only thing new or non good was the string that held it.

Bakura fastened the rope behind his neck and slipped the ring under the shirt he had beneath the sweater. The thief could not believe he had almost been caught, but he suppose the gains outweighed the risk. The man chasing them, even if Bakura saw him for the briefest moment, had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Bakura would be that even though lighting was minimum, those eyes shined more preciously than any gold in the entire world. Not that Bakura would ever risk seeing those eyes again; he almost got caught because of those mesmerizing violet orbs.

Bakura looked from the tree to see no one was really around by that point and stealthily sneaked down. aleven the thought of walking home at that point exhausted him, but at least he managed to make it rather effectively. Bakura had no interest in taking the fire escape up to his room, and willed himself to just take the elevator due to the off chance of Ryo actually waking up. The front door could be just as sneaky.

The elevator ding, and, not surprising, Bakura was the only passenger. The Briton stepped inside and welcomed the floor his room was on graciously. The room door hardly made a sound as he opened it, and he went back to his bedroom.

From his window Bakura faintly noticed the sun's rising. Bakura knew the outing lasted longer than expected, but by then he stopped caring and wanted the needed sleep. His head rested on the pillow and Bakura finally felt a peaceful slumber wash over him.

He slept until Ryo knocked on the door, just loud enough to be heard, but not enough to startle Bakura into full consciousness. The younger twin growled and checked the clock. 7:12. Bakura got to sleep less than an hour, and was not a very happy morning person.

"Kura, wake up. We need to get ready if we want to walk to the library in time to set up," Ryo's gentle voice called out from the other side of the door with more knocks.

'Really? More walking? Is there a god? Does he fucking hate me?' Bakura grumbled in his thoughts. If only Bakura actually believed he would completely get away with mass murder, so that then he could kill he entire law enforcement, college workers, and his brother for bringing such a horrible fate to him.

"Bakura!" Ryo half-yelled once more.

"SHUT UP! I'm getting up, damn it. You take longer than I do to get ready, so move it yourself!"

Bakura felt the footsteps of someone walking away and released a sigh. The angry twin wanted to chance sleeping for another twenty minutes because Ryo really did take a long while to prepare himself, but he knew twenty minutes would only make him more irritable. The thief might as well begin to ready, starting by removing his old shirt and pants.

Bakura stared at himself in the mirror for a moment. The mystic ring hung low on his chest, and all he had on his bottom were dark green-blue boxers that puffed out a little. Oddly enough, the attire almost felt familiar, but he shook the feeling away. Bakura needed new clothes to change into, but after smelling the old sweat and grease on his body, Bakura opted for a shower before Ryo decided to hog an hour long shower.

Bakura removed the stolen ring and put it in his almost full drawer. Mostly wrappers, some socks, or random papers filled the drawer, so Bakura knew Ryo had no reason to ever look inside it. With the ring safely hidden Bakura grabbed clean clothes and headed toward shower. Ryo seemed to opt out of a shower momentarily to cook breakfast, and Bakura half-wanted to wait until whatever smelled so good was finished. Regardless, the sweaty male stepped in the old yellow shower and turned on the water, which took several minutes before it actually became the right temperature.

Bakura scrubbed himself thoroughly from scalp to toes. Finally his skin looked like its proper off-white pale instead of a grungy gray. His hair dripped a pool on the floor, but he figured Ryo would dry it later because Bakura forgot a towel and merely tried to squeeze out some of the excess water. As girly as it sounded, Bakura always wanted to invest in a cheap hair dryer for Ryo's birthday or something and use it for himself. Cutting the hair wasn't an option for either boy, but waiting to dry natural irked them, especially having it fluff so much.

Bakura dressed into some light blue, worn jeans and a striped T. As much as Ryo hated it, Bakura wasn't dressed to impress, so wearing something else would be a waste. All he needed was food in his stomach and Bakura would be mostly ready to go. He stepped out of the shower into the small kitchen and smiled at the plate of eggs, bacon, ham, and toast at his seat.

"You look ready," Bakura stating taking a mouthful of food and looking at his twin.

Ryo wore his usual teal button-up with a pale yellow sweater over it. His baby blue slacks covered part of his old black tennis shoes. With big brown doe eyes and fluffy white locks of hair, Ryo's appearance screamed momma's boy. All the boy needed were a pair of white wings and a halo, and no one would dispute his angelic aura.

"No talking with your mouth full! I took a shower last night, so I just changed. Breakfast good?" Bakura nodded and Ryo chuckled. "I almost put spinach in the eggs because I know how much you love it, but I decided I would be selfish and eat it all."

Bakura growled at potential healthy food and shallower another bite. "Touch my dinner with your gross spinach and you'll eat through your nose."

Ryo only cooked the last of his meal, spinach included, before eating himself. Ryo combed his hair over once more while Bakura put on shoes and the two left the house.

[M*S]

Melvin and Marik awoke from a painfully annoying alarm ringing. The larger male slammed a hand over the clock on the bedside table, effectively silencing it. Melvin decided that since Marik let he thief get away, that he deserved the bed, and Marik was too tired and confused to argue. Both warily got up and decided to get ready.

Melvin avoided a shower and just put on a plain black shirt and khaki pants. Marik, being more inclined to look nice for the school, showered quickly to wake up and wash away the dirt from the floor.

The smaller male saw a few faint bruises and glared at his mirror's image. The mirror in only reflected his upper body with a dim bulb flickering in the bathroom, but Marik could still tell he probably looked like shit. If nothing else Marik definitely felt worse than he looked.

"Stupid incompetent cops. How hard is it to catch one little thief?" Marik muttered aloud. Marik hardly slept at all. Every item in the closet was precious and irreplaceable. Of the seven items Marik took with him, he only had six. Without the complete set, the value a museum or collector would give drastically decreased. He would lie and say there were only six, but his sister worked for a museum and had advertised them already, helping the twins gain the best offer.

"Are you done yet?" Melvin yelled pounded impatiently on the bathroom door. "You're worse than a fucking woman!"

"So sorry for having to cover up the bruises you left me last night!" Marik called back sarcastically. "I am almost done anyway."

"Almost done" for Marik normally meant at least another ten minutes, but he wanted Melvin to leave him alone for a while longer. Marik towel dried his block hair and brushed it so it that his hair flowed silkily. Instead of his usual outfit Marik threw on a dark sleeveless shirt and a black with the zipper open. His jeans were a dark color with black shoes. Normally Marik would take time to remove the gold accessories when he did not wear his usual outfit, but after the previous night he did not want to chance anything more to get stolen and let the somewhat mismatched items remain.

Marik opened the door after a few minutes only to have Melvin shove him to the side. "Fucking finally!" the larger twin exclaimed likely heading straight to the toilet.

Marik chuckled and went to have toast and jam for breakfast. Marik figured Melvin could be less of a lazy ass and make his own food, so refused to make his twin something to eat. 'The big idiot probably already ate. We will head out right when he gets out of the bathroom. Hope he at least washes his hands.'

"Yo, ready yet?" Melvin asked almost civilly. Marik noticed his hands looked completely dry, but could not bring himself to care enough to make Melvin wash them.

"Yeah, let's go. I want time to get the books and stuff."

Melvin shrugged but compliantly enough followed Marik out the door.

[M*S]

"Okay, Ryo! I have the hour log in the back for your brother. Make sure he monitors how many hours he earns and have proof, or they cannot be verified," a short-haired brunette girl explained. Her big blue eyes shined with excitement at the idea of having a new member on the library staff. "His name was Florence, right? I'll make his name tag now."

"Er, no!" Ryo blurted in a rush. "He hates his name. Just write 'Bakura' on it, Tea. I'll go get him from the hall while you make him a tag." Tea nodded in understanding, so Ryo left to find his brother.

Ryo left Bakura standing outside the library while he set things up, but that does not mean Bakura could not still manage to get into trouble in an empty hallway. Thankfully Ryo found his brother only leaning on the wall as he slept. Bakura really could not sleep while working, so Ryo shook him gently to bring his brother back into consciousness.

"Time to get started! We just need to get your name-tag. You start by alphabetizing the miscellaneous books in the "D" part of the Nonfiction section. Shouldn't take more than an hour," Ryo said with an innocent smile. With any luck Bakura would do as he should and finish his service hours quick and effectively.

"Oh, joy. I love Nonficion. Maybe I'll find some nice educational book on popular pornography." Ryo glared as best his gentle eyes could at Bakura, and the younger twin sighed in annoyance. "Whatever. Let's just get the day over with."

[M*S]

"Success!" Marik exclaimed looking at his class schedule. "All midmorning classes with a balance of he tough and simple courses. Business and Dance Tuesday, Calculus BC Wednesday, Simple English Thusday, and then Ancient History Friday. This is so great, right, Mel?"

Melvin had been looking away from his brother with a bored expression on his face, picking at the ear closer to Marik for wax with his pinky. "Huh?" he muttered out without the faintest interest.

"Ew! Stop, idiot," Marik ordered rolling up his papers and swatting at Melvin's arm. "Show at least some pride that your twin is getting a real education."

"Yeah, yeah. Like it matters. What the hell type of degree needs classes like those? You're all over the place."

"Shut up! I am just testing the waters right now. I will choose what major to really pursue after a try my hand at a few different things. This is the first time I get to really try new things, do not spoil my moment! I need course books soon, but I will pay for them when I have all the money. Let us see if I can use anything from the library selection."

"Whatever. So long as they have porn or something in the library, I don't care. Lead the way, Fruit."

Marik almost raged and attacked his twin, but held himself together for the most part. "Shut up! I read that if one twin is gay then the other is 75% likely to be gay, too. You are practically calling yourself a fruit, idiot." Marik seethed through his teeth. People and their worthless opinions normally did not matter to Marik, but his twin had a way of getting in his head and driving him crazy. "Let us just go to the library."

Marik looked at his map for general directions and led the two to the library doors. The school campus setup came across straight forward enough with buildings in accordance to degree with the cafeteria, cafe, library, and vibrant garden in the center. Dorms were west of the main campus just a short road away, but Marik had no use for those. All the Egyptian needed were a few books the could help with his coursework or keep him somewhat entertained.

Melvin went through the library doors first, eager to ditch his brother and find something else in the Colosseum of books. Marik did not bother to stop him and merely went to the nonfiction section.

Marik had not the faintest idea of how to navigate around the fortress-like setup. Stumbling around the different rows, he came across someone with the word "staff" written on the back of his shirt. Marik walked to the person, a girl?, with long white hair, but felt far too familiar around the other. He heard the other snore, a very masculine snore, and assumed the other was male and sleeping on the job.

Marik could not believe the audacity of a worker not working, and roughly shook the man's arm. "Hello, sir. I need help finding basic books for English. Do you has anything like that?" Marik asked in a bitter nasal voice.

The man turned and slowly revealed his maroon eyes. The man looked furious for a moment before registering the man before him. An audible gasp escaped his lips as their eyes met, and he almost yelled a distinct "You!" when he recognized the face.

Marik beat him to it, however.

"How dare you! You are the one! It is you- the one from last night! I know it was you! You-you-you-" Marik lost his words and just looked at the thief's name-tag "Bakura! I have your name! I am reporting you right now, you thief!"

Bakura growled and pinned Marik's wrists to the bookshelf, keeping his own body inches away. "Not another word. This is a library, idiot. People do … library things here. Like sleep. I can have you kicked out, you know," Bakura said in a low snarl, keeping his cool as best he could and ignoring the new moistness on his palms.

"Kick me out? I will make sure you are sent to jail, you lousy thief! You took something priceless from my brother and me. You will face justice."

"Sod off, you damned pansy! I've never met you in my life."

"You may not have met me, but you had all the nerve to steal from me, thief! Let me go if you are really an innocent man," Marik ordered while his glare met an even feistier glare from Bakura. Neither looked away, but Bakura did let go of Marik because pinning him did not help his case, and Marik could press charges just for assault.

"Happy? I should kick you out for all your yelling and bitc- Ryo!" Bakura gasped switching moods. Ryo had definitely screamed, and Bakura knew the other was in trouble.

Another, more menacing sound echoed in the once silent library. A blood-freezing laugh right after Ryo's scream.

"Melvin!" Marik cried out to himself. Neither noticed the other, but both Bakura and Marik ran to where the voices originated.

The two turned the corner to see Melvin holding up Ryo by the collar with one arm, pressing the benevolent boy into the wall harshly.

"Ha ha ha! Have enough, thief? Payback isn't so nice, is it?" Melvin cackled. "Give me back my stuff and I'll get the police take you instead of me."

"Get away from him!" both Bakura and Marik barked in unison. For all the anger Marik felt, he could tell those were not the same eyes as before, and that his twin was holding the wrong person. Bakura just fumed at the thought someone could actually mistake little Ryo as him, and felt slight protective urges for his kin.

The library would not know peace for a long time.

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