Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Catastrophe ❯ Making Friends or Making Enemies ( Chapter 3 )

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Making Friends or Making Enemies

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BAM!

The door slammed close. Ryou watched as Marik paced around the room angrily. Random objects were thrown around the room, and nothing was safe from his rage. The sight of an angry, worked up, and tense Marik was making him a little hot.

It hadn't even been ten minutes after Kaita had left when another fight had broken out. This time Ryou had distracted Marik long enough for the other two to leave safely, and Marik was dealing with his rage in one of the few ways he knew how.

By destroying everything in sight.

It wasn't how Ryou had really wanted him to deal with his emotions, he had been hoping for an angry fuck, but this would have to do.

“Marik?”

Marik stormed past him, not paying him any attention.

“Marik?”

A stress ball whizzed through the air, and Marik let out a frustrated growl.

“Marik?”

“Would you shut up? !” Marik balled the front of his shirt in one hand, and the other was held threateningly in a fist.

“No.”

For a second, Ryou could have sworn Marik's eyes turned red, as the fist flew at his face. It was during that second that Ryou, for the first time, was afraid of Marik. His eyes closed to brace himself for a blow.

One that never came.

Opening his eyes, he saw Marik had stopped a few centimeters away from his face. He was shaking, and his eyes were a bit wild.

“Marik?”

He found himself wrapped up tightly in Marik's eyes. Bewildered he could do nothing more than return the embrace.

A few moments later Marik began to loosen his grip.

“Marik, you can't go to school tomorrow if you're so tense.”

No reply.

“Crawl on the bed, I'll give you a massage.” He kept his voice low, and murmured into his ears. For the next little while, he realized, it would be better to treat Marik more like a frightened animal than a person.

Marik still didn't speak; he just crawled onto the bed. He could still hear her words, running through his mind.

Promise me that you will break the cycle.

~~~ *** ~~~

The alarm clock rang, forcing the two occupants out of bed. Ryou groaned tiredly, before rolling over and hiding his head under a pillow. As Ryou moved from his place on Marik's chest, Marik rose from the bed and stared at his sleeping lover.

Standing he stretched a bit, before walking to the other side of the bed, and he moved the alarm clock so that it was out of Ryou's reach. Heading over to the closet, he grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom to start his morning ritual.

Ryou grumbled as his hand searched for the blaring noise, ignoring the sound of the door closing. He let out a loud groan as he realized what Marik had done, forcing him to either get up or attempt to tune out his alarm clock. Throwing a pillow at the closed washroom door, he got out of bed and walked over to his alarm clock.

He contemplated tossing it out the window for a few glorious minutes, before returning back to reality and resetting it for tomorrow. Yawning he made his way to the closet before pulling out a towel and rushing to join Marik in the shower.

After all, they didn't get up two hours earlier than necessary for no reason.

~~~ *** ~~~

A sharp wailing sound was what woke up Bakura initially, and he mentally slapped Malik when he realized it was his alarm clock. He mentally slapped him again when he realized that they only had half an hour for the both of them to get ready and leave. That would be a problem, because if Malik saw him naked or vice versa, they'd never leave the house. Mumbling obscenities under his breath, he began to shake Malik awake.

Malik fought with everything he had against the pull of reality, he was enjoying his dream. It was really, really, really hot. Naturally, when something started shaking him, he rolled away to escape it. When that didn't work, he rolled towards the thing and bit down. Hard.

Bakura didn't flinch; he just used his other hand to fondle Malik, trying to entice the boy into waking. Eventually though, after a good ten minutes of trying, he managed to rouse the boy.

“What?” came the grumbled reply.

“School.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“Later?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Ryou.”

“So?”

“Marik.”

A small growl left Malik's throat at the name.

“Kura, I don't want that name to be among the first things I hear in the morning.”

“Then get up, and stop wasting time, we have,” he glanced at the clock, “twenty minutes.”

Malik grumbled as he sat up.

“Shower?”

“Yes, you can go first.” He silently rolled his eyes at the fact the Malik had gone back to one word questions.

The joys of morning incoherency.

~~~ *** ~~~

Ryou resisted the urge to fidget as he stood in front of his new class. Marik stood to his left, standing tall and proud as was his normal stature. Bakura and Malik, who had barely made it to school on time, were on his right side, glaring at everyone who gave them a second glance.

He hated this. Meeting new people was not something he enjoyed, it made him uncomfortable. It felt like everyone was sizing him up, and that made him want to crawl into a hole. Marik said his reaction in these situations was cute; personally he was rather proud that he never threw up in them.

Someone had escorted them to class, and they all had resisted the urge to bang their head against a wall when they had an epiphany.

They were all in the same home form. That meant no matter how hard they tried to avoid each other during the day, they were stuck together for this one period.

Glancing at Marik from the corner of his eye, Ryou wandered silently what his schedule was like. He really, really, really hoped they started gym soon, seeing as the class had entered the health section of the course. Especially if the swimming unit hadn't passed already.

“Sorry, I'm late class. I wanted to check something out about our new students.”

Ryou and Bakura froze. They'd be able to recognize that voice anywhere.

“Mai?” they echoed, whipping around to stare at their new teacher.

“Ryou, Bakura, as nice as it is to see you guys again, from this moment on you're my students. So please, call me Ms. Kujaku.”

The blond teacher stepped into the room, her hips swaying more than they should legally be allowed.

Bakura smirked at her as she walked past him. “Did you get something done to your tits?”

Silence.

Mai twitched slightly.

“My breasts are real!”

“Sure they are.”

“Bakura, you've just earned yourself a week of detention. Now if you'd kindly tell the class about yourself, apart from the fact that you're a pig, we can get on with our life.”

Snickering softly, Bakura moved forward slightly. “Name's Tsuki Bakura—”

“Akatsuki Bakura.” Mai interrupted.

Shooting her a glare he continued. “I hate pretty much everything and everyone—”

Malik cleared his throat, glaring at Bakura.

“Except for my boyfriend Malik—”

“Boyfriend! You can't have a boyfriend!”

Every turned to stare at Mai.

Her head whipped back and forth between Ryou and Bakura trying to work something out. “But… but… but…” Ryou turned to Mai and gave her the cutest look he could muster, pleading with her not to reveal their situation and she groaned. “Great. Now I'm stuck knee deep in whatever shit you've guys managed to get yourselves into. Malik, you're up next.”

“I'm Malik Ishtar, and I'm Egyptian.” He stopped and the rest of the class stared at him, waiting for him to continue. “That's it. I'm done.”

“You forgot that you're a complete moron and a slut.” Marik added.

“Why you—”

“Oh, you also didn't mention your temper.”

Malik let out an angry sound.

“I'm sorry, did I hit a nerve?” Malik glared at him. “Good. I'm Marik Ishtal, and that's all you'll need to know.”

All eyes turned to Ryou, with the exception of Mai who was glaring at Marik. If that exchange hadn't happened so fast, Bakura would've gotten a detention buddy.

“I'm Aka Ryou.”

“Akatsuki.” Mai corrected automatically.

Ryou paled slightly, “I like … hanging out with my friends and playing games.”

Unbeknownst to him, a few students in the class perked at that revelation.

“Well, now that we've got that out of the way, Ryou you sit next to Honda.” Near the center of the classroom a boy raised his hand, and Ryou made his way over there. “Marik, there's a seat next to Mazaki. Bakura sit near Kaiba; and Malik go sit beside Jounouchi.”

Glancing around the classroom, Ryou noted where everyone was sitting. He was in the middle of the class, with Malik in front of him -he would make sure to have a lot of fun with him. Marik was in the second row from the front, right by the door; and Bakura was all the way in the back of the class, one seat away from the window.

“Now, today's lesson is on the food pyramid.” Mai began.

“Uh, Miss Kujaku, isn't that the kind of stuff six-year-olds learn?” the blond asked, Ryou hazily remembered his name being Jounouchi.

“That's what makes it so appropriate for you, mutt.” a snide voice called from the back.

“What'd you say Kaiba?” Jounouchi leapt from his desk.

“Down boy!” Mai called.

The blond grumbled as he sat back down in his seat.

“That's right, mutt, listen to your master.”

Jou started twitching, and they all wondered silently if he was about to have a seizure. Thankfully the twitching subsided, though Mai's glare did not.

“Kaiba, one more crack out of you, and you'll officially be Bakura's detention buddy for the week.”

A snort was her answer, though her eye twitched slightly she moved on with the health lesson.

Ryou soon realized the lesson would be easier to follow if there wasn't a giant sitting in front of Malik.

~~~ *** ~~~

It was lunch time, and though Ryou was overjoyed at the fact he did have gym with Marik, he was disheartened to find he also had it with Malik and Bakura. At this rate, he would probably have all of his classes with them.

On the bright side, he hadn't missed much. They had only transferred a few weeks into the first semester, though the schedules were a little strange. They had four classes of seventy-five minutes, a five minute transition time and an hour lunch break. Also home form wasn't the first class of the day, it was the second. As he sat there pondering the strangeness of it all and nibbling on his sandwich, a large shadow suddenly covered him.

At first he thought it was Marik, hoping that maybe he'd changed his mind about being alone. The loud clatter of his books hitting the floor proved him wrong. Glancing up he stared wide eyed at the giant who sat in front of Malik.

“Can I help you?” he murmured quietly.

“Yeah. You can give me all of your money.” Ryou stared at him. If it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't sure whether the guy was serious, he probably would have let out a nervous giggle.

“I don't have any—” He was cut off by the giant shoving him out of his chair.

“I'm sorry, what were you saying?”

Ryou bit his lip nervously, glancing around the classroom. He was starting to regret giving Marik his space. He started to collect his books from off the floor when he was suddenly kicked in the gut.

“What the hell are you doing in my hangout anyways?”

“I'm sorry, I didn't know—”

Another kick to the gut.

“Did I say you could speak.”

Laughter from a few other guys filled the room. Ryou grumbled silently as he realized that these guys were bigger douches than Malik and Bakura combined.

The door slammed open, and the laughter suddenly stopped. Silently, Ryou prayed it was Marik.

“What's going on in here?”

He cringed when he realized that he didn't recognize the voice.

“Nothing, Yami, get the hell off my turf.” the giant snarled.

“Nothing my ass, Ushio.”

Footsteps made there way over in his direction, and Ryou didn't dare glance up as he continued to collect his books again. As he reached over to grab the last one, another hand grabbed it. Suddenly he felt himself being hauled to his feet, and when he looked up he blinked.

The student in front of him looked like the one that sat behind Marik. Besides that, he still looked vaguely familiar, and he just couldn't put his finger on it. He offered him a kind smile, his red eyes glinting slightly as he handed Ryou his book.

“Come on, Ryou, let's get out of here.” He grabbed Ryou's lunch off the table and gave Ushio a cold look, before leading him out of the room.

After walking in silence for a few minutes, Ryou spoke up. “Thanks for your help…”

“Call me Yami.”

“Okay.” He offered him a bright smile.

“You probably don't know, but I'm in your health class.”

“Oh! I thought you looked familiar!” he said.

“Well, it's nice to know that I wasn't completely overlooked.”

“Oh no! That's not what I meant at all!”

“Calm down, I was just messing with you.”

“Oh.” Ryou blushed slightly feeling a tad embarrassed.

“So, you mentioned in class that you liked games. Any type in particular?”

“TRPG! They're the best. Are you a gamer?”

“Well, I have yet to lose a game.”

“What? No way!”

“It's true.”

“I don't believe you!”

“How can—”

“What happened, Ryou? Marik dump your ass so you're fucking around with someone else?”

Ryou and Yami whipped around to stare at the people who had interrupted their conversation. Bakura and Malik smirked at them as the other two stared shock. Biting his lip, Ryou thought about his next course of action. He held back a sigh as he realized that he didn't know anyone at this school well enough to be himself; for now, it would be better to play innocent, and slowly introduce them to his personality.

He lowered his head and began to turn around, grabbing Yami's arm he dragged him in the direction they'd been walking in.

“That's right, you little slut, keep walking!” Malik cried after him.

Yami stopped walking. “What right do you have to speak to him like that?” he sneered.

“Excuse me?” Bakura growled.

“You heard me.”

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“Actually, I baby-sit part time, and I feel it's my duty to do some off the clock hours.”

They bristled at the insult. Bakura snarled as he approached Yami and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Do you want to start something.”

“As a babysitter, it's my job to end things.”

“You little—”

“Bakura, don't!” Ryou grabbed Bakura's raised fist, and was surprised when Malik flew over and shoved him into a locker.

Yami managed to break free of Bakura's hold and trip Malik, as he rushed over to Ryou's side. Seconds later a loud BANG sounded though the hall as Bakura smashed into a locker. Glancing up, Ryou saw an angry Marik standing there.

Where the fuck did he come from?

“What's going on out there?” a loud mature voice called. Obviously a teacher had heard all the commotion.

“This isn't over,” Bakura growled, “we'll get you for this.” With a threatening gesture Malik and Bakura glared at the three of them before walking down the hall.

Marik gave Yami a cold glare, everything about it promising a slow painful death, before taking off.

“What just happened?” Ryou asked dazed.

“I was walking through the hall when I heard Ushio little cronies laughing, upon investigating I realized it was you. We were in the process of going to my friends when those two started up some bullshit, and then Marik came and… I have no idea what the fuck happened.”

“Marik is mad at you, he's probably jealous.”

“That doesn't make any sense.”

“It doesn't have to, but I think,” Ryou started, “I think you just made three enemies, you really don't want to have.”

TBC

That's the end; this chapter was a real bitch to write. Most just the middle section… actually after finishing Reverse Psychology it just sort of wrote itself. Thankfully, there's only half of Stupid Pointless Arguments left to write. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!