..Love, Your Secret Admirer

Chapter Three

Malik smiled warmly and looked around at the class.

"It's nice to meet you all!" He said, his smile dazzling all the fangirls like usual.

On the other hand, Marik, Malik's brother just stood there, silent like Ryou always remembered he did.

"Why don't you tell us something about yourselves?" Mrs. Takizawa asked, herself flustered by the Egyptians at the front of her class room.

Malik beamed. "Well me and my brother are from Egypt. I like to go for long walks on the beach and snuggle! Marik here sits in his room most of the day doodling. He doesn't talk much..." He said.

"Oh and we're both single ladies." He added, winking.

In the back, a fan girl fainted.

He looked at her weirdly before looking back to Mrs. Takizawa for instructions.

"Oh! Oh yes, Malik, you can sit by... ummm... Ryou. Ryou raise your hand."

Ryou raised his hand hesitantly.

Malik instantly waved as his hand came up.

"Oh hey Ryou!" He yelled.

Ryou blushed from embarrassment and hid his face in his hands.

Malik giggled and walked over to Ryou, tugging on his hair teasingly, then sat down.

"And you.. Marik-" She stuttered slightly when she got a glare from the stronger Egyptian, "Y-you can sit wherever you want.."

Marik simply nodded and took a seat next to Yami Motou.

Yami gave him a small greeting to which Marik nodded to.

Ryou, who had moved his hands away from his eyes, was surprised to see this. Marik usually either sneered or ignored people who greeted him. Perhaps he respected the tri-colored haired teen.

Ryou himself had respected Yami when he first saw him; Who wouldn't?

Student council president, top grades in the school, and the fact that almost everyone in the school was scared out of their wits when he was around.

You see, Yami Motou had these strange powers, like the ones that paralyzed you, or the ones that make you have bad visions or dreams. When he gets mad; there will be hell to pay for whoever did it.

Especially when it comes to his friends. He was very protective of them, which was why Ryou was glad Yami considered him a friend; it sure helped out when bullies wanted to attack him.

"Ryou Bakura!"

Ryou squeaked as he was pulled out of his thoughts.

Next to him, Malik was laughing. Obviously he was the one who had yelled his name like that.

Ryou growled. "What Malik?"

Malik was still laughing.

Ryou waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And finally, Malik was done laughing.

The whitette raised an eyebrow. "Are you finished now?" He asked impatiently.

The Egyptian nodded, his cheeks pink from all of the laughing.

"How did you get to Japan so fast?" Ryou asked. "And into the school too!"

Malik smirked. "I have connections."

Ryou raised an eyebrow. "You asked my father to help you, didn't you?"

Malik nodded sheepishly.

A sigh escaped the whitette teen's lips as he stood up.

"We should get to our next class. Which do you have next?" Ryou asked.

Malik beamed. "Same as yours!"

A frown came upon Ryou's face as he looked at Malik's schedule. It was almost the same as his except for one class; Art.

Ryou frowned. "You don't like art Malik."

Malik nodded. "I know.. I just wanted to learn something about Marik's art, you know. I've not... exactly been the best brother lately."

Ryou nodded. He knew exactly how Marik felt about his brother... Ryou was the only one Marik had ever opened up to.

"I get it." Ryou said, looking at the floor.

Soon the school day was over and Malik, Marik, and Ryou were walking home together.

Marik and Malik were going to stay with Ryou because they didn't get a place to stay when they suddenly rushed over to Japan.

As they were walking, Ryou's name was called.

"Yo Ryou!"

Ryou turned and saw Bakura running towards them.

Ryou blinked and waved. "Oh hello Bakura!"

Malik looked over at him. "Bakura?"

"A friend." Ryou explained.

Malik giggled. "Oh really? I bet he's your boyyyyfriend!" He teased.

"No!" Ryou exclaimed, "He's not my boyfriend!"

"Would like to though."

Ryou squeaked when Bakura was suddenly behind him.

"Bakura! Don't scare me like that!"

A chuckle came from the taller whitette. "Sorry creampuff."

Malik laughed. "You're one to be talking fluffy."

Bakura's eyebrows furrowed. "What did you call me?" He asked, menacingly.

"Fluffy. What do you not like being called Fluffy. Fine then I'll just call you Kura-Kitty." Malik said, teasing.

Bakura instantly tackled him to the ground. "I am not a kitty!" He snapped.

The two stopped for a moment, hearing a small chuckle.

Marik was laughing softly.

Ryou was surprised.

Marik never laughed!

"Marik?" Ryou said.

Marik just kept laughing. "S-so f-funny!" He stuttered through his laughter.

A giggle escaped Ryou's lips at Marik's reactions.

Malik laughed too.

Bakura was the only one not laughing.

He was smiling though. "Yeah I suppose that was pretty funny."

Silence.

Malik smirked. "Yes, yes it was Fluffy."

A yowl sounded as Malik was tackled once more.

Ryou and Marik laughed.

Overall, it was a pretty good day.

There. Here is your longer chapter. It took forever to come up with!

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