Friends, Enemies, or More?

Chapter 2: You Again?

"Today will be a sunny day, possible showers later in the afternoon but nice enough to…" the radio said, flashing 7:00am, before being picked up by an angry tomb robber and tossed out the window.

He waited for a minute to hear the satisfying crash on the street below and several yells from the neighbors. He loved doing that, the only reason he got out of bed in the morning, in fact.

Bakura stood and went over to the window to peer at Mrs. Jenkins, his next-door neighbor, who was currently screaming her head off. Something like his alarm clock had just hit her cat and made in unconscious. He shrugged; it wasn’t like this was the first time he had done that.

Sighing, he went and took a shower, last night's events still vague in his mind, but in the back. He changed into a white tee shirt, and tight black jeans. Mind as well wear something else today, other than his normal outfit: jeans, blue and white stripped shirt and his long black overcoat.

Bakura headed downstairs, grabbing his overcoat and putting it on. So, the guy had said it was going to be nice today? So what? That didn’t mean he had to wear lighter clothes.

Getting off that topic, the thief quickly devoured the remainder of the steak from last night, glad to hear his stomach wasn’t protesting.

After finishing his breakfast and getting his homework together and in his backpack, he headed out the front door, locking it and putting a shadow barrier around the entire house. You can never be too careful, after all.

And so, Bakura headed toward the bus stop, a new requirement by Ryou, who had said no teleporting to school. 'Damn hikari…' Bakura thought.
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Meanwhile, Malik had long since gotten ready, having getting up at almost 5am. Ishizu had often told him to stop getting up so early, and get ready faster. She even had the nerve to say he was like her in the morning, spending hours with makeup and getting ready for work, at the museum. Malik had only laughed and said he didn’t wear makeup, after many hours of the argument about Kohl, and whether it was makeup or not.

Malik finished brushing his hair and ran downstairs to see what Odion had made for breakfast. When no aroma met his nose at the kitchen, he started to get suspicious. Ishizu walked downstairs a few moments later, wearing her traditional white dress.

"Where is Odion? Where's breakfast?" Malik exclaimed, looking desperately at his sister. Ishizu simply sighed and muttered something about his immaturity and child like behavior.

"Relax Malik. Odion had to go off somewhere to meet an old friend of his. Can't you survive one day with cereal for breakfast?" she said in an annoyed tone, grabbing a breakfast bar from the cupboard and heading out the door.

"No using the stove either. Have a good day Malik!" Ishizu exclaimed before walking out the front door and into her car. A few moments later, the moan of the car started and drove off down the street.

Malik pouted "Great, now I have to make a crappy breakfast…" he muttered, walking over to the cupboards and rummaging through them.

"Cereal, breakfast bars…no those are Ishizu's she'll kill me if I even touch them…hot cocoa, not today…I guess I'll have to stick with cereal…" he said with a hint of sadness. He wasn’t a big fan of cereal, but it would have to do this morning.

He ate breakfast in about 10 minutes, and then looked at the clock. It was 7:30am, meaning he only had 15 minutes to get to school. "There's no way I can get there in time! The bus already left!" Malik yelled in frustration, and then a thought hit him.

"Since Ishizu isn’t here, I can use shadow magic to teleport myself there…perfect!" Malik exclaimed, putting his backpack on and grabbing the millennium rod from the counter. "I love shadow magic." Smiling, he activated the rod and was teleported through a dark portal to the back parking lot of the school.

The back parking lot was always deserted; so it would be a perfect place to sudden appear in. Malik smiled at the millennium rod, "Thank you." He said to it, mentally kicking himself for talking to an inanimate object.

Smiling, and in a pretty good mood, Malik made his way to the front of the school, but not before noticing someone. Right before entering his first period classroom, he noticed a flash of white.

Bakura, of course. Probably the only teen in the entire school with white hair that spiked up like…well like devil horns.
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Bakura was in a pretty dang crappy mood. He had only tried one time to get up in the morning without the aid of the alarm clock, but found he would only stay in bed the entire day instead of getting up for school. All his teachers had been furious, and the thief king took no hesitation to erase their memories to keep his record clean.

The thief king laughed, remembering that event. It had been rather entertaining, except Ryou's lecture afterwards, which had actually been rather scary. He headed toward gym, his first period class.

So, it seemed that him and Malik went to the same school, even though he never knew about it. They didn’t have any classes together, and they never passed each other in the halls, and their lockers were clear across the school from one another.

The millennium ring glowed, sensing another item nearby. "Show me." Bakura commanded as he followed the ring's instructions toward the source of the shadow magic. It led him to the deserted back parking lot of the school, which wasn’t so deserted. There stood Malik, smiling like a crazy person at the millennium rod that was now in his hands.

'I didn’t even know he had gotten that thing back. I thought the damn Pharaoh had it.' Bakura thought to himself. After a few moments of staring at the blonde haired teen in the parking lot, the thief king realized something. Not a fact, no, and not a guess. But something he was pretty sure about.

'Maybe…when my heart was acting weird last night…maybe that didn’t have anything to do with the coldness…maybe…maybe it had to do…that I like Malik…but as more than a friend…'
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