I hate Mondays

What will happen next?
Are Yami and Yugi going any further than they already have?
What has Bakura in his mind, and where is his Hikari?
And will Malik still sleep through all of this?

This are the Questions from last time, and now you can have the answers. I hope you will like it and you don’t will be mad at me after reading it…

And again I changed a few things after Youkai-Braut did the Beta for me…


Thanks to Diva for the Review, I know there are many mistakes, and I fear it will not get much better, like I said, I changed more and more things the longer the story get on. I'm glad you liked it anyway.

/Yugi to Yami/
//Yami to Yugi//
'Thinking'
(Comments and such)
"Yelling and screaming"

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2. The arrival of Marik and Bakura
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When Yugi turned around to him, Yami stood by the window once again, smirking at him happily.
He seemed to like that place for some reason, the sun's rays shining on his bare back caressing him tenderly, a soft breeze, smelling like all kind of flowers, ghosting over lightly tanned skin.
/And you’re really sure they can’t see you? Because the way they are grinning right now…/ he asked, a little unsure, looking at the grinning faces of his friends. It seemed like Joey believed Honda, but he still gave him several side looks.
//Yeah, I’m pretty sure that no one can see me! Or do you think they would still look at the teacher if they could?// he asked with a self-confident smirk, and at that the smaller one had to agree wholeheartedly.
No one would look at the boring teacher any longer if they could see his Dark like that. (6)
But luckily they couldn't.
He was all his, and his alone…

And the former pharaoh returned to his little ‘game’, swaying his hips again suggestively gaining Yugi's attention once more before he could come up with a decent reply.
Yami ran his hands carefully over the hem of his pants, before opening the button slowly and undoing the zipper little by little, after the belts were gone with a seemingly loud jingle in the silent room.
For a moment Yugi was sure everyone would hear the sound, but no one reacted to it, and the dark spirit opened the silvery buckles one after another.

He sure took his own sweet time to lower the tight, dark leather, teasing both himself and Yugi at the same time with that.
As much as he wanted to go slow, he also wanted to free himself of the restraining pants really badly.
He felt the garment sliding down over his sensitive thighs, showing more and more of his black boxers to eager amethyst eyes, watching him openly, with anticipation and desire written clearly in those violet pools.
As he had his pants down to his knees, he could see a red face disappearing from the corner of his eyes. Yugi had laid his arms on the table to hide his head in them.

//Hey! Don’t you want to look at me?!// asked Yami with a teasing smirk.
/No! No chance!/ Yugi refused to look up as he answered quickly and with more determination then he really felt.
//But why not?// there was clearly a pout in the mental voice, as well as a quiet laughing.
It sound like Yami was enjoying the effect he had at his Aibou, as he looked down at him with gentle eyes.
/Stop that!/
//No, why should I?//
/Cause I can’t tell what will happen if you don’t! Maybe I loose control…/
'And everyone would see it’ Yugi added in his thoughts, but he didn’t tell him that.
//Who said that isn't my intention in the first place?//

But Yugi still didn’t look at him, and Yami sat down at the windowsill with his pants around his knees, his legs crossed; and so were his arms, as he looked at his Aibou for a moment with small, narrowed eyes.
He wanted Yugi to watch him, he thought with something like a pout on his face again, or he would feel really silly in that get-up, half-naked in front of the class.
Even if they can't see him!
There has to be a way to get his gaze back up at him again…
//You don’t love me anymore// he said with a hurt tone in his deep, sad voice,
//Or you wouldn’t ignore me so rudely like that!
If you love me, you would play with me, pay attention to me, not to that women. You like her more than me…//

Immediately Yugi’s head flew up startled from his hiding place
/That’s not true! Don’t ever think that!/ he said quickly, but Yami had his face turned away from him and didn’t say a word, didn’t meet his eyes.

/Look, Yami, I really didn’t mean to hurt you, you know that, right?
Because I really, really love you!
And you know how much I like to play with you, no matter what kind of game it is!
It’s just that, this is not the right place! Now is not the right time!
Please put on your clothes again. This is the last class I have today, then I’m done with school and I have all my time just for you…/ he told him in a pleading tone.
He hate it when Yami was offended and hurt like this, he just want to embrace him and kiss him until it is better and alright again.

Finally Yami turned his face to him, he just couldn’t hide his smirk any longer
//But what if I want you now?
Sighing and blushing and squirming, moaning and trembling and groaning for me!
You know how much I love it when you do that, just for me, me alone… // he hummed with a certain glint in his eyes, a glint that said ‘And so I get what I want after all. Like always‘.

Yugi starred at him in disbelieve for a moment, until it made ’click’ in his head
/You tricked me! That was so mean, Yami! How could you do that!?/
//All is fair in love and war! And I really want you to watch me…//
He shoved his pants down the rest of the way, under Yugi’s watching gaze, which he easily caught after the boy had made the mistake of looking at him again.
He hadn't meant to stare at the darker one, and giving him that easily what he wanted, but he just couldn’t help it.
It was like a normal reflex to look at him, stare at him; nearly drool at him…

Not that it would have been the first time he did that, the view was just too tempting and amazing to simply be ignored.
‘When did he get rid his shoes and socks by the way?’ Yugi wondered absently, as he watched him putting the leather away to the pile made of the discarded rest of his clothes, a black heap at the windowsill, forgotten and unwanted.
But he really couldn’t remember, not that he cared much about it, as his mouth suddenly went dry as he saw all the tanned, perfect skin right before him, but…

Yugi caught the gaze in Yami’s eyes, and what he saw there made him shudder.
‘He looks just like a cat.
A big, big hungry cat, watching his prey in the shadows of some deep, unknown forest, ready to jump at it and hunt it down any moment…’
Only in that he himself was the lucky prey, and he was and always will be grateful for it.

And then this dangerous predator snuck up to him, with a smile that nearly made him melt on the spot.
Slowly he came closer, and to the boy it seamed to take him an eternity to cross the few steps distance, as he looked deep into the others red gems he called eyes, groundless pools full of swirling emotions.
Emotions directed at him, just for him…
Love, lust, tenderness, passion…

Yugi felt the heat rising in his cheeks as he kept on staring at him unashamed.
/Please stop that, Yami./ Yugi whimpered in the others mind as he licked over his lips, before he tore away his gaze and closed his eyes firmly and determined.
That was not an easy task to do for the small Hikari.
He felt a little dizzy as the former pharaoh nearly undressed him with his very gaze, and the blood was now not only rising in his cheeks, but also more southern, below his belt.

//But why should I stop, Aibou?// Yami whispered seductively
//You look so adorable when you’re all red and flushed like that, I just can’t keep my hands from you.//
Yami sat down on Yugi’s table, right in front of him, and had his feet lazily tangling on both sides of Yugi’s, trapping them between his longer ones.
Said boy sat there with closed eyes and a bright blush was once more staining his face. (Shouldn’t he be already used to such behavior?!)

/Maybe if I don’t look at him, he'll go away…?/ he thought without noticing that he said it through their mind link.
//What do you think I am? A nightmare?//
/Sometimes you are one, yes. Definitively!/

Yami couldn’t hold back a smirk at that comment as he leaned forward, his palms covering Yugi’s cheeks, from where he let them stroke over soft, soft skin, down over an ivory neck to lay them on his shoulders and push him a little more into his seat.
//So you are dreaming of me?
I’m hunting you in your sleep as well? To hold you and taste you, to feel and hear and smell and love you and… // but he didn’t get an answer, Yugi just squeezed his eyes firmer shut, except for the faster breathing and the small shivers running down the delicate body.

//Yugi…// he heard his darker side whispering in his ear, before those warm lips are ghosting over burning cheeks, barely touching them at all.
//Yuuugggiiii~…// the voice breathed in his other ear.
Teeth were tugging at his earlobe and he had a hard time keeping quiet and not yelping at that pleasant treatment.

//Come on, little One, look at me… come play with me…/ he wouldn’t stop with his tempting whispering, Yugi knew that.
And he loved that deep voice, dark and mysterious.
It always made him shiver and squirm and he wanted more of it. Needed more of it, like he always wanted and needed more of his beloved Yami.

Suddenly there was a rough tongue running over his jawbone, leaving a wet trail behind in it's way, from one side to the other, and he could feel a light breeze sweeping over the moist skin, but he couldn’t tell if it was the wind or Yami’s breathing.
Yugi couldn’t suppress a shudder at that, and he let out a deep sigh of enjoyment, as that talented tongue licked down at his neck to nibble there lovingly and then kissed back up to his ear, tickling him.
And suddenly his mind shoved away the fact that he was still in school, eagerly and without much effort, and his common sense had already put out a sign which said ‘Out for lunch’ for quite some time.
All he wanted at the moment was the feeling of those lips on his face, his neck, everywhere, and when Yami’s lips left him he couldn’t help but whimper a little at the sudden loss.

But Yami ignored the small sound as his hands rubbed down Yugi’s chest in small circles, and a little, annoying rest of his common sense- that stubbornly refused to shut up and die in some dark deep hole- came back to remind him of the fact that they were not at home and alone, like he wanted so badly at the moment.

//You know, Aibou,-// said Yami between tickling kisses around his ear //-if you move you chair back a little-// and he dipped his tongue into the ear, earning a hiss for that //-then I can sit on your lap…// and he rubbed a bare calf along a clothed thigh, alluring and invading.

And Yugi moved his chair… closer to the table!

/No! You will not!/ but Yugi silently cursed at that little bit of common sense that stood in his way so eagerly, talking to him now without being asked…
Yami let out a little groan of frustration too, but then at second thought, he smirked again.

Because now Yugi was so close with his face to his chest, he could feel every hot breath washing over his sensitive skin.
And Yugi’s hands were now resting at his thighs, squeezing them unconsciously.

//I know you want it too, little One.// he said with a dark voice
//Why don’t we go somewhere else? You know, you want to, sweet Yugi, don’t deny it, that’s for no use.// and with a sing-sang tone he dragged his fingers over the hand on his thighs lightly, up to the small shoulders, causing the smaller one to shiver and… was that a quite moan he heard? as he leant forward to kiss his neck, flicking his tongue over Yugi's pulse and earning a deep sigh from him.
With a satisfied smile he saw Yugi roll his head to the side, exposing more of his pale neck for him to caress.
An invitation, and Yami took it gladly and made good use of it.

Yugi enjoyed the little kisses and soft nips on his neck, the warm breath caressing his throat and wash over the moist paths.
The hands stroking around his neck and over his shoulders.
Yami’s weight as he held on to him slightly for balance as he bit down along his collarbone so he wouldn't fall off the desk while leaning forward.
And most of his thoughts have chosen to go the same way as his common sense earlier and put out their own ‘Out of Order’-sign and were now disappeared to god-know-where.
Not that he needed or missed them, anyway.

He wiggled around on his chair, couldn’t sit still any longer at the pleasant feelings Yami's caressing stirred in him.
He too wanted to touch and tease and kiss the other, not letting him have all the fun alone.

His hands were still laying on Yami’s thighs, and now they started to move around a little out of their own will.
He squeezed the warm skin under his hands lightly and painted little patterns with his fingertips over it, up and down, and further up, until he brushed against something smooth, silky, dark.

//What do you think, Aibou? Should I take this off, too?// Yami asked with a teasing tone.
Yugi took his hands away as if he had burned himself when he touched the black fabric and violet eyes flew open with a startled yelp.
/No!/ came Yugi's startled reply, even if his mind was screaming ‘Yes!’ by now.

Not much longer and he would give in and try to think about an even slightly believable excuse to leave the room as fast as possible.
But not right now, even if he let out sighs, couldn’t stop gasping and hissing.
And that Yami rubbed his calves over his legs again and again didn’t help thinking clearly either.

Yami shoved his hands under the shirt of the smaller one, stroking over hot, sensitive skin.
He could feel the rapidly beating heart under his palms and he wished desperately he could just throw away that shirt which kept him away from tasting more of this delicious, soft skin it hided under it.

Since he sadly couldn’t change that at the moment; he dragged his hand down again, lightly rubbing here and tickling there a little.
He knew exactly where Yugi loved to be touched, and he took advantage of this knowledge now.
He pinched and caressed his pink nipples, ran his nails over them, tugged lightly until they were as hard as possible.
Yugi’s breath was going fast by now, and he couldn’t stop the quiet moans and gasps falling from his slightly parted lips, even if he bit down on them in an useless attempt to stop them.
He knew, if he made just a single sound, Yami would never stop this madness, and at this rate he had no chance to say ‘No’ any longer.
He simply couldn’t get himself to lose the warm and dizzy feeling Yami’s actions triggered in him.

So he did the only thing he could do for now:

Yugi shifted his chair back a little to avoid these teasing, tickling sensations, not knowing that he played right into Yami’s hands with that.
Because now he had more room to run his hands down the smaller body before him, search and explore the clothed form before him once more.

And this time he didn’t stop at the others waistband, but went further down, below the hem.
He squeezed down slightly before his hands brushed over clothed thighs, caressing them tenderly. Now even the last remains of common sense and clear-thinking were on a long vocation…

//Awwwhhhh… Look what I found here!//
He gave the bulge in the boy’s pants a light stroke, a happy smile clearly evident in his voice. //Seems that you have a little problem there.// and Yami squeezed a little, grinning cheerfully down at him
//Or maybe it's not that little a problem. Want me to take care of it?// the former pharaoh asked teasingly, and a bit hopefully with a smirk, as he squeezed harder.
Yugi’s only answer was a sharp intake of air, his eyes widen in surprise and darkening in want.

Yugi couldn’t care less about his surroundings now, he simply forgot all that was around him, as he couldn’t help but buckle up into that teasing hand of his darker half.
Slowly he leant forward to place a small, nearly shy kiss at the tanned skin right before his face and licked his lips appreciatively to save the taste of his Yami on them, a taste of summer and sun and desert, and he wanted more of that addicting flavor, so he leant in again to get more of it.

His hands were moving on their own once more, and he could clearly feel the difference of warm skin and cool fabric, as he let them slide from his desk over to the sides of Yami’s legs, and up over the silken boxers to his sides, where he let them rest for the moment.
Yami leant into his touch and let go of his neck to enjoy the smaller ones hesitant caressing as he sat up.
He had his ruby eyes closed in bliss and let his head fall back, purring slightly to encourage his Hikari for more.

Yugi could feel the light trembling of muscles under his lips, as he kissed his way over them, from the navel over his stomach.
He could feel the shivers he caused under his tongue, as he slowly licked a path upwards over the toned chest; and he could feel the rumbling of a groan under his teeth, as he found a nipple to suck on.

He slid a little forward in his chair and tightened his grip on the taller ones waist.
He heard a deep moan through their mind link, as he let go of a hard nipple to take care of the other one in the same way, and answered with a moan himself.
As the other nipple was also hard and wet, he left them to bite and nibble again upwards.

But as he was about to stand up to get better access, his hands, which were stroking lovingly over his stomach and chest to follow the damp path his mouth had created, were caught and stopped with Yami's own hands.

The former pharaoh looked deep into the others lust clouded eyes as he laid a wet, open mouthed kiss on each palm.
He heard Yugi giggling softly, as he tickled them with his tongue a little before he let go of them with a sigh.
//Shove your chair back a bit for me, little One.//

And this time, Yugi didn’t object, he did like he was asked to without a second thought.
With a triumphant smile Yami slid down from the table onto Yugi’s lap gracefully and laid his arms comfortably around the smaller ones neck, as he rested his forehead against his.
They locked eyes with each other, burning red met sparkling violet ones.

Yami closed his eyes for a moment, as he dragged his lips over glowing cheeks and suckled at the skin under Yugi's ear, earning another moan for that.
He could feel gentle fingers playing over the whole length of his spine, and he squirmed and shuddered a little under that tickling caressing.
His squirming, however, was not going unnoticed by the other due to their close proximity to each other, as their hips touched.

Yugi gasped in surprise, and the dark spirit, liking this sound also, did it again; earning a keen sound from him this time.
Yami pinned the smaller one back in the chair and laid his arms around his neck to hold him there, as he slowly rocked back and forth, back and forth, unhurriedly, to make sure Yugi unmistakably could feel their hips touching every time, and their clothed arousals brushing against each other.

Yami’s breath nearly caught in his throat for a moment, as he gazed down at the beauty beneath him:
The amethyst eyes were firmly closed and hide the from lust and want darkening eyes.
His Hikari panted harsher now through slightly parted, cherry-colored, highly kissable lips.
His head was thrown back in bliss, exposing the vulnerable, porcelain skin of his throat.

He could feel the others annoying shirt rubbing over his bare chest and the warm arms around the former pharaoh tighten and loosen their grip on him in time with his movements, holding him close to get more of that delicious, painfully and wonderful friction.
Yami moved a little faster and rubbed harder against him as he heard his Aibou moaning unashamed through the link that connected their souls, and the smaller one pushed up into him hungrily.

/Yami…/ The smaller one moved his head in search for the others lips, but Yami just stopped his fast rocking and rubbing and leaned back with a playful, teasing smirk.
He ignored the whining he earned from the teen, when all he wanted for the moment now was just a little kiss from his beloved dark spirit.

/Yami… not fair…/
Yami laid a finger on Yugi’s lips and leant forward as if to kiss him, something he had avoided previously by purpose, touching and kissing everywhere, but not his lips.
He licked slowly at the corner of the sensitive skin, and Yugi turned his head to follow and capture him, but Yami held him where he was.

Thoughtfully, he looked down.
//Should I? Should I not? After all, you said the whole time I should stop that…//
A pout was the result of the thoughtful question and the mocking glint in his red eyes, as Yugi knew exactly that the other one was just teasing him with his little game again.
/Yaaammiii… stop teasing me… please…/

Yami gave in then, after all, and leant forward again to the waiting boy, who tilted his head to meet him, but then the dark spirit changed direction at the last possible moment toward his sensible ear.
//I think I should take that annoying piece of cloth away first.
They are very uncomfortable and way too tight by now, you know. What do you say, little Hikari? Should I?//
Yugi could only whimper, as he wanted a kiss from those delicate, soft lips so badly, he followed Yami's head with his, but Yami didn’t let him have one, even as Yugi once again gave a small, needy whine.

As he stood up from his Hikaris lap, Yami licked over his lips at the sight of the smaller one, with his lips slightly open and those hungry eyes watching every move he made fiercely.
He stroked over that angelic face he loved so much again, before he let his palm slip away, causing the smaller one to moan quietly and then whimper softly at the loss of any and all contact with him.
How he loved all the sounds his Hikari would make, just for him to hear, just because of him, it was he who made him sound like that and look like that…
//Gorgeous// Yami said as he stood right beside him by the window, swaying his hips suggestively, his hands running over tanned sides and he let out a deep moan.

The former pharaoh hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and looked up from under his eyelashes to make sure Yugi was still watching him.
But there was no need to worry about it. The younger one couldn’t tear his eyes away, even if he had wanted to.

At a sudden stop of movement a violet gaze was traveling up, never leaving the slender form before him, to meet questioningly with deep, dark red eyes.
//Still sure you just want to sit there, little Hikari? I could need a little help with this, you know.// and he tugged a bit at the hem of his boxers.

/Sure…/ but he didn’t know, or cared, if he meant sure to sit there or to help him.
Yami came over to him again, teasing him with every step, and Yugi was lost.
He reached out and laid his hands over the tanned ones of his Yami, to move them down together.

Yugi leant more and more forward, until his nose nearly touched the spirits stomach, as the dark fabric was about to reveal even the last hidden skin.
He could feel Yami shiver lightly under his touch, and he knew he wanted him to go faster, but he kept his hands firm over the others. Slowed them down, as the other tried to speed up a little.
Yugi couldn’t help but blush a little and lick his lips, as a few curly strands of dark hair could be seen under the hem of the boxers.
Yugi looked up teasingly from under his bangs, as he licked around and dipped his wet tongue in and out of the dark spirits navel, again and again, earning a deep moan for that.
/Should I go lower? To take it off completely for you? I don’t know, Yami, tell me…/

…

Somewhere outside, a white haired thief king wandered around in his boredom, with all his plotting and planning and looked in through the windows.
Maybe he could find something to do, without Ryou to find out about it…

(Change of scenery, I know I‘m mean ^__^ )

And then he saw it!
There was it, his great change!
He nearly didn’t believe his eyes!

There, over the open window, are the clothes of that stupid pharaoh hanging half outside, fluttering a bit in the breeze!
He knows that black leather pants and that jacked, there was no doubt about it…

As he carefully risked a look inside, he saw Yami standing beside the window, only in his boxers with his back to the window, and the little runt he called his Hikari was sitting at his desk, face all red and flustered, and he looked like he had a hard time not to drool at the sight before him…

And the other target,…ähmm, students in the class gave Yugi curios looks at was he might be staring at all the time…
‘So, what can I do now?’ thought Bakura with a evil grin, while he silently crawled up to the window, right as he heard a women inside call Yami’s shrimp several times to bring him back to reality among the laughter of the other targets, ähmmm students!
And, of course, that was a chance Bakura really couldn’t let pass by.

If his mind hadn't been this dizzy, Yugi would already have thought about an excuse to leave earlier; or better yet, right now, like Yami asked, wanted the whole time before.
As his hands reached out on their own to help Yami to get out of the last remaining material covering him.
Long forgotten were all the others in the class; all he saw was Yami waiting for him with hungry and burning eyes like melted fire; all he heard was that deep voice muttering sweet nothings and seductive words to him; all he could feel was that beautiful tanned skin under his seeking touch, and trembling hands running through his dark hair; and he couldn’t help but lick over his lips in anticipation at the thought of what he could have if he just wanted to.
And hell how he wanted to, it almost hurt!

That was when they heard the coughing from the teacher, followed by a loud “Yugi Mutou!!!” and Yugi turned his head as fast as possible, his face beet red, and he looked up, blinking cutely at her with wide, violet eyes while trying to look innocent.
Or as innocent as you could look when seemingly everyone heard you moaning and touching something they couldn’t see.

“Funny as it may be watching you daydream, but I would appreciate it if you stopped making all those strange sounds and listen to what I have to teach you!
But only if it’s all right with you, of course!
Or you can have detention for the rest of the year, if you don’t like my lessons!”

Yugi couldn’t suppress a light groan of disappointment, as his gaze was forced away from the much more interesting view by the window.
His face turned even more red as he realized that everyone in the class looked, no stared at him with big eyes and open mouths.
And it seemed that his teacher was very unhappy with him, to say the least.
She stood in front of him with an angry face like an archangel, and apparently she had been calling him more then once, and now her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
/Looks like I wasn’t as quiet as I thought. Apparently I can never stop making noise, no matter how hard I try…/

For a moment Yami really thought about mind-crushing the stupid woman for interrupting them and turning his lights attention away from him!
Not to mention that she was screaming at the poor boy!

But Yugi would probably not be very happy about it if he had his thoughts together enough to think clearly about it; and the last thing he wanted was upsetting the boy by sending one of his teachers to the shadow realm (again).
The bullies had stopped always hunting his little one since a wile, after Yami had a ’nice, friendly little talk’ with them.
And since a decent number of them had ’mysteriously’ vanished toward the shadow realm and was never seen again.
At last, not by someone who could tell about it, that was it.
And the rest of them had gotten the message: ’Don’t pick at Yugi, cause you don’t want to mess with Yami!’

But some of the teachers hadn’t learnt that until now, so all he could do for now was watching the scene, holding his temper back and wish them all together to hell.
The teacher, the other teens, the whole school…

He didn’t look behind him to see a fluffy white head poking up and he also didn’t see the evil grin, and the hand reaching for the black pile on the window, since he was standing with his back to the window and waited for the loud woman to vanish into thin air.
//You know, little one, I love it when I hear your voice…//
Yami purred to the smaller one as he stepped behind him, while his hands slipped down over Yugi’s chest to lay again on his pants, and he stroked and squeezed the hardening bulge there…
/But not right now, damn it!/

Bakura nearly laughed out loud, this was way too easy.
And so he grabbed Yami’s clothes and ran away laughing like the manic he sometimes was. Yami only needed a second to realize what the white haired thief was up to, and he followed him quickly.

“Damn thief, give them back!”
“Make me, baka pharaoh!”
“Give them back, you sad excuse for a tomb robber, or I send your thieving ass back to the hell you came crawled out!”
And, laughing insanely, Bakura ran away, Yami hot on his heels; as he tried to catch the sidestepping thief and get his clothes back.

But Bakura had it easier with his longer legs, and so he waved his prey wildly around over his head, turning the attention of the whole class to him.
But all they saw was a long-haired thief running from side to side, a wide grin on his face and something dark in his hand, running away from nothing.
What they didn’t see was a Yami, clad only in his boxers, glaring daggers at the thief while he tried his best to catch up with the tomb robber, his face red in his anger in a shade normally only Yugi was capable of archiving.

Yugi didn’t need to hear him to know that he promised Bakura a painful journey to the Shadow Realm after he was finished with killing him in ten different ways.
At least the attention of the others was forced away form himself, Yugi was thankful for that.
But he also felt a little sorry for his lover, since he had to get back his pants from the thief now.

And Bakura hates to give something back, no matter what it was or which way he got it.
And surely he would not shut up about it and tease Yami whenever he had the chance.
He didn’t need Ishizu’s Necklace to know that.
And Yami, being the proud ancient pharaoh he was, would try to kill him each and every time for it.
And who had to stop them before they could destroy too much?
Right, he and Ryou had to do that!
Always at the poor, innocent little Hikaris!
Damn it!
Yugi hid his head in his arms on his desk at these bleak prospects, only risking a short glance as he heard a loud plopping sound.

Seemingly he had watched the whole time and, because suddenly Marik appeared from his soul room sitting on Malik’s desk and laughed.
And then hell broke loose:

Marik was not invisible as he came out, and so almost everyone was screaming
‘The ghost’
‘Ahhhh… the monster is back.’
‘Run as fast as you can! The manic is here!’ and other things along those lines…

Marik was not a stranger in the school.
Even if no one knew exactly who he was, or where he came from; everyone had heard about him and feared his pranks.
And he liked having fun with Malik’s classmates, and it sounded like they had missed him a lot (Yeah, sure, like pest and cholera)

Or maybe they remembered his last prank, just a few weeks ago, as the pharaoh and the tomb-robber played in the chemistry lab and gave him the perfect opportunity to snatch away a ‘few things’.
It was fun to put them together and the havoc after that, as the liquid blubbered and changed its color, before it exploded and started to smell like ten year old eggs.
Good thing that they didn't catch him and he was able to flee into his soul room right after, where he rolled on his floor laughing his ass off.

(Yes it was Marik’s fault that the unfortunate teacher thought that the accident was her fault)

And the best thing was, no one could really know it was him who did it.
There were rumors that it was his fault, like every time something bad happened, but no one had seen him do it, so there was no need worrying about getting in trouble.
Just his Hikari and his friends didn’t believe that the teacher had made such a mistake, especially since everybody knew of his fondness for everything that might goes ‘boom!’.

And also because every time something exploded or was suddenly on fire, it was one of the Yamis or all of them together.
Yes, as surprising as it sounds, there were really a few, rare times when they actually worked together to play pranks on innocent people, or people they didn’t like.
Or peoples who are going on their nerves.
Which is mostly the same anyway.

Marik simply loved the sound of the fire alarm, telling them that they where successful with whatever they where up to at the moment.
The panic and havoc that simple sound could create was amazing.
The not so funny thing about it were the angry voices of their Hikaris shortly following, yelling ‘What the hell did you ancient idiot do again’ and ’If I get your sorry ass, I kick you into your next life’ or ‘You sleep on the couch for the rest of the week, mouth, and if you keep up with that- for the rest of the year!’ and other unfriendly things an innocent and sweet Hikari shouldn’t say or think…
They didn’t even consider that maybe, just maybe, it was someone else's fault!
Not that it ever was, but anyway!
It could be!
Really!
It could!

Malik woke up from his slumber as he heard a loud ‘thud’ beside him.
As he saw that it was just his insane other half, who had fallen from the desk in his laughing, he was about to go back to his sleep.
After a few moments his eyes flew open again and he sat up straight in his chair suddenly:
”Hey! What are you doing here!?” Then he took a closer look at his surroundings, and added as an afterthought: “And what the hell have you done this time!?”
But Marik rolled around at the floor, unable to answer, all the while under the horrified looks of a few brave (or stupid?) classmates, that didn't have anything better to do.

As for the rest…

Half of the class was hiding away as soon as at first Bakura and then Marik appeared.
Two of the three greatest troublemakers in the same place, that was never a good sign.
Even if they didn’t go to school here, there were quite well known (famous, or better, infamous) for his pranks and jokes, as well as the duels they have often with loud swearing and treating.

And that was even if you didn’t count Malik as one of them, even if he could act just as crazy as his darker half sometimes, they were bad enough.
The other half of the class, that was not hiding under their tables were in or on the closet or under the skirts from the girls, was looking out of the window curiously to where Bakura was still running around laughing and cursing loud and waving something black over his head.
He was so busy running in circles that he didn’t see the misery in form of his own Hikari coming to him.

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TBC…
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(6) He has a point there, hasn't he? ^_^


At first: I’m really sorry, but I couldn’t resist.
I know how everyone wished/ hoped it would go on with Yami and Yugi…
I hope you’re not that disappointed that you don’t read the next 2 chapters, because I’m not done with the ’Romantic’- part of this all…
But then.. Bakuras fantasy is not what you can call… innocent or pure…and it will earn him some mad words and angry glares from the other Yamis.

But before that Marik will play a little with all the sacrifice… ähmmm, I mean the students.
What will he do to them, or are Malik and Yugi able to stop him in time? Do they even care?

And what will the poor teacher do when she look in the face of the hell her class will be soon.
Answers to that questions will the next chapter hold in store for you, if you read it.
Hope you liked it, I would be happy to hear from you