Title:
Falling for You
Rating: PG-13 for shounen-ai and maybe some
cursing.
Summary: Bakura and Malik are new students of Domino
High. They become best friends and discover two other best friends
with an uncanny resemblance of themselves. As Bakura first falls for
Malik, Malik falls for his look-alike instead. Bakura is a bit
disappointed but begins to turn to Ryou and slowly, the two find that
they were meant for each other.
This will be the second YGO
fic I'm writing. I apologize to the people who are waiting for me to
update my other fic xD But I just got this sudden burst of
inspiration to write a B/R that actually doesn't feature Bakura
abusing Ryou! This fic should be pretty light, nothing angsty, or at
least I think. And maybe some Anzu bashing '' Hope you all enjoy
this fic
Chapter
1
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"Hey
Ryou!"
I turned. "I'm not Ryou," I replied, a
bit agitated.
"Oh, sorry."
Sigh. Who's this
Ryou? Why does everyone think I look like him? Frowning, I shrugged
and continued to walk through the corridors. I peered curiously
around this new atmosphere, adjusting to the new smell, new feel, and
new settings. God, I was getting confused.
"Where the
hell is my class?" I said to myself. "Ow!" Something,
or rather someone who was running had bumped into me, knocking me
down.
"I'm sorry!" A voice cried in sincere apology.
A dark colored hand quickly extended and pulled on my arm, dragging
me to my feet. Rubbing my back, my eyes met with deep lavender
ones.
"Err, hi?"
A bleached hair boy looked
back at me, smiling nervously. "I'm sorry for knocking you
down!" He repeated. "I was in a hurry." His mouth
slanted in a frown. "I'm new around here so I'm not sure where I
belong, and I don't want to be late for class!"
"No
kidding! I'm new too! Where are you going?" I glanced over at
his schedule and compared it to mine. "Hey, you're in my first
and seventh period class." The boy nodded in
acknowledgement.
"Then come on! Let's go!" He
grabbed my arm and hurried off with me stumbling clumsily after.
Arriving at the classroom, he slid the door open and the both of us
bowed.
"Sumimasen, Sensei!" Yamano-sensei looked up
at us with a cold glance, then his eyes quickly softened and he
nodded.
"Introduce yourselves briefly and you may sit
over there." He gestured towards two empty seats in the back. I
bowed before the class.
"Boku no namae wa Bakura desu.
Yoroshiku onegaishimasu"
The other boy stepped forward
and bowed, like-wise.
"Boku no namae wa Malik Ishtal
desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu."
Murmurs ran through the
class as students pointed at us and began to whisper to each other
curiously. We both rushed to our seats as Yamano- sensei began the
lesson. I turned my head to the boy I had just met moments ago. Malik
was his name? I studied him closely.
He was a mix of
inquisitive exoticness, his thin blonde hair contrasted with his firm
tanned skin. The sleeveless purple shirt he wore, strung with two
silver chains at the chest, wasn't long enough to cover his stomach.
Was this some sort of fashion that I didn't know about? The lavender
shirt did match nicely with his eyes though. My eyes traveled down
and rested on his leather pants. Inwardly, I winced as I thought how
uncomfortable it looked. And the most peculiar thing...he was wearing
jewelry! On his ears dangled golden earrings, his neck some sort of
golden choker, and two sets of golden armbands to match with the rest
of his accessories; a smaller set on either of his forearms and the
other set extending from his wrist to his elbow.
Wow, this boy
must have some sort of fetish for gold. He seemed completely
submerged in his work, delicate eyebrows gathering together in a
frown. Suddenly, Malik turned his head and was about to say something
when he caught me staring. I quickly felt my face burn and turned
back to my work as he gave me a small
smile.
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Malik's
POV
As I watched Yamano-sensei explained the calculus problem.
I became more and more confused. Gritting my teeth, I stared down at
the problem on my worksheet. How could anyone figure this stuff
out??? Well, maybe Bakura might know. I turned my head to ask but as
I did, I saw him staring at me.
Uh? Er...ok. Maybe I won't
ask. I gave a nervous smile, or at least I think it was a smile and
he hurriedly turned his head.
Ring! The bell rung. I stood up
and began to walk out of class. "See you, Bakura!" I called
back to him. He smiled and nodded.
"Room 149...Room 149..."
I muttered to myself. I looked up at the number plate of the door. "I
guess this is it." Walking in, I immediately caught sight of two
people and my mouth dropped open.
Literally.
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Ryou's
POV
"Marik! Stop it! Please! I need my homework!" I
cried as I jumped, not able to compare with Marik's height. He let
out a light laugh, holding my homework high above my head.
"Come
on Ryou, you've never missed homework, one time won't work." He
grinned playfully.
"Maaariiiiiiik!" I whined.
Finally he relented and gave it back. I snatched it and replaced it
in my notebook. Marik patted me on the head.
"You know
I'd never really do that to you, Ryou." He said with a smile. I
rolled my eyes.
"Yea, I know."
"Then why
do you get so paranoid?"
I shrugged. Out of the corner of
my eye, I thought I saw someone staring. I turned around and saw a
boy whose expression matched my own. I stared back at Marik. Back at
the boy. Back at Marik. Back at the boy. Marik gave me a puzzled look
and slowly followed my gaze.
"What the-." Marik
said. The boy looked like Marik! The only difference was the
hairstyle and outfit! "Hey!" Marik called out. The boy
seemed to snap out of his surprise and he quickly responded.
"Uh,
yea?"
"Who the heck are you?"
"Malik
Ishtal."
Marik paused. "So let me get this straight.
Not only do you go through plastic surgery to look like me, but you
copy my name, first and last, too?!" He was practically in
hysterics. I clamped a hand over Marik's mouth.
"Shutup,
Marik! Don't be so mean! I don't think he would want to be
someone as rude as you." I said sarcastically. I quickly turned
to the boy, or Malik, and bowed my head apologetically.
"Sorry...He's
not very sane."
"Bakura?" Malik said in a
surprised tone. I furrowed my eyebrows. What was he talking about? I
shook my head.
"My name's Ryou." An even more
confounded look screwed up his face. "Uhm, is something
wrong?"
"It's just that...you look like...someone."
His voice trailed off. Marik bit my hand and with a yelp, I let go of
his mouth.
"If you don't mind me saying so, you look like
me, yourself. Now what's up with this?" Marik demanded.
"I
just moved here from Egypt."
Marik raised an eyebrow in
sudden interest. "Really? That's where I'm from too! Come on
buddy, let's find you a seat—next to me!"
Laughing
lightly, I sat down in my own seat. Bakura? Who's that? Malik said I
looked like him. Oh well. I shrugged the issue
aside.
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Bakura's
POV
Upon arrival in my fourth class, I felt a hand around my
shoulders.
"Hey, Ryou! I didn't know you were
transferring to this class!" I turned to face a tall, blonde
haired boy. Gingerly picking his hand off my shoulder, I
replied.
"I'm not Ryou." God, I must've said that at
least a million times today. My patience was wearing thin. That's it,
time to tackle this annoying problem. "Who is this Ryou?
Everyone has been mistaking me for him today."
"Woa,
wait a minute, if you're not Ryou, then you
are...?"
"Bakura."
"Katsuya
Jounouchi." He grinned amiably. "Well, you look exactly
like this kid in our school."
"That's not
possible."
Jounouchi shrugged. "You're not the only
pair."
"Huh?" I was more than utterly confused
now, if that was even possible.
"I'll show you at lunch."
He gave me another smile before he plopped down in his seat and
casually swung his legs over on his desk, placing his hands behind
his head. I began to laugh silently at this comical scene.
"Katsuya,
get your feet off the desk, this is a classroom." Tazuki-sensei
said sternly as a few students snickered a bit.
"Oh
right, sorry Tazuki."
"SENSEI." The teacher
corrected.
"Right, right. Tazuki-sensei. Same thing."
Jounouchi scowled. Fuming, the teacher picked up his pointing stick
and hit Jounouchi smartly over the head.
"Ow!"
"Up to the front, right now." And walked back up to the front of the classroom as Jounouchi followed, sulking. Tazuki-sensei grabbed a stack of books and gave it Jounouchi. As if he had done it a thousand times, which I didn't doubt, he held the heavy books high above his head but paused to flash a mischievous grin."Remember kids, no pain, no gain!" He quipped, blatantly referring to the size of his arm muscles. The class burst out in laughter.
"KATSUYA
JOUNOUCHI!"
Ring!
Ahhh, finally, the boring class
period ended.
"Come on, let's go!" Jounouchi grabbed
my arm and raced down the hallways. I ran, desperately trying to
match his speed, turning at different points, occasional bumping into
people. Finally, we reached a nosy cafeteria room. I clutched my
head, dizzy from the run. Jounouchi smiled as he seemed to find what
he was looking for. Geez, he sure does smile a lot. He pointed to a
table. "Right there."
Slowly, I followed him to a
large round table, almost filled with people.
"Hey guys!
Look who I met!" He dropped down into a seat and pointed to me.
All eyes turned to me and peered curiously.
"Uh, Ryou?"
A spiky haired boy with crazy colors in his hair questioned.
"Yea, so? We see the dork everyday." Said a tall boy with brown, cone-shaped hair.
"Great change of fashion there! Maybe you should try leather next." Another spiky-haired boy suggested.
Wait, wait a minute, there was another spiky haired boy? Only he seemed older.
Jou shook his head. "No, guys! Now I know this sounds weird, but this isn't Ryou. It's some new guy named Bakura."
I scanned the befuddled, new faces before me.
"...Okay."
Jou muttered in reply to the silence. "Come on, grab a seat."
Each person briefly introduced themselves and went back to their
previous conversations and fooling around.
Hm, so there's
Kaiba, Jounouchi, Honda, Yuugi, and Yami. I looked around the
lunchroom. Was Malik here? A pair of flirtatious eyes met with mine
and winked. Disgusting. Hurriedly, I looked away.
"Lunchtime!
Yes!" A voice said from behind me. I quickly looked back to see
the familiar face I had met this morning...and Malik's twin? As
well as another boy who appeared to be a replica of me, only his
features were more softened, and his eyes, wide and round. What the
hell was going on today? "Woa." The boy who looked like
Malik said. "What is this? Long Lost Twin Day?" Malik
plopped down on a seat next to me as Marik and Ryou sat down
too.
"Hey." He said to me, smiling.
"Who's
that?" I asked, nudging towards the two newcomers.
"Marik...and
Ryou. Err, I don't know why he looks like me. I don't know why Ryou
looks like you either. So don't ask." He laughed. The group
talked and laughed, trying to include Malik and me in their
conversations. This wasn't bad, I guess. I noticed that occasionally,
Ryou would timidly look over at me.
"HI GUYS!" A
voice screeched from behind me, yet again. I jumped and turned. What
the—it was the same girl who winked at me. Ugh, disgusting, truly.
"I see we have some new friends here!" She said in a syrupy
voice. Everyone remained silent, trying to avoid her gaze. Finally,
Malik spoke up.
"We're from Egypt, so yea...we're
new."
"Oh I see." She leaned her face close to
ours. "My-name-is-Masaki-Anzu. Do- you-understand-me?" She
pronounced each word distinctly and a bit too loudly for my liking,
not to mention that spit flew out of her mouth sometimes. Annoyed, I
turned back around and spoke crossly.
"Of course we
understand. We're not idiots." I add another not-so-silent,
"Unlike you." Everyone heard and laughed.
"Good
job, Bakura!" Marik howled. The girl, Anzu stomped off
furiously. "This is going to be the beginning of a beautiful
friendship!"
Ryou rolled his eyes. "That is such a
clichéd thing to say!" Marik shrugged and resumed his
weird cackling.
What do you think guys? Should I continue this? I got a little bored in the end so if the story sounded like I got bored.I got bored. X) Ok well, feedback is appreciated, I just wanna know if I should continue the story. =)