Oh, crap! What's this? Oh no! I was right! It's a story! Not only that, but it's a story that I came up with today and only have one chapter written! WHAT HAVE I DONE? Anyway, yes, this is a Valentine story. Yes it will be multi-chapter. And yes, it is Tendershipping. Cuz I loves me sum gooooood Tendashippin'! Yup, yup!

Now, the first chapter might not be very good because I wrote it when I was tired so if there are any mistakes just let me know and I'll fix them ASAP.

Also, I know this chapter is VERY short. I'm hoping to make the chapters longer. This is really just a kind of prologue. Mainly cuz I'm tired.

Disclaimer: I own Yugioh just about as much as I own Valentine's Day. Meaning I don't own it.

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February 14th, 2012: Tuesday

Beep! Beep! Beep! Time to wake up and watch all those happy couples give each other presents and remind you of how single and lonely you are while you try to tell yourself that it's just a stupid Hallmark Holiday! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Bakura threw the alarm clock across the room. It made a noise between a beep, crash, and 'ouch!' Though, Bakura might've just imagined the 'ouch' for self-satisfaction. He plopped his head back onto his pillow; face down to block out the increasingly apparent sunlight.

"BAKURA! If I find you broke that blasted alarm clock again, I swear to God, I'll string you up by your toes and beat you black and blue!" Bakura groaned.

"I didn't fuckin' break it a first fuckin' time…!" he yelled weakly, not awake enough to really respond.

"Don't you dare use that foul language in this house! And if you can't tell a one from a three then it's broken!"

"Then why don't you get me a fuckin' new clock?"

"Because you keep breaking your clocks! Now get your lazy behind out of that bed!" Bakura pulled the covers up some more. "GET!"

"I'm going! I'm going! God…" As much as Bakura loved his mother, she was just too much in the morning…

Walking into the kitchen, Bakura noticed a plate full of sausage, bacon, and eggs. He also noticed how pink, red, and Valentiney the plate looked. He chose to ignore the most likely reason for his mother making breakfast and played dumb.

"What's with breakfast? Usually you thrive on making me run around for a piece of toast." Bakura's mother giggled. A grin adorned her face.

"Oh silly!" Apparently, she decided to forget about what happened just minutes before. "Don't you know what today is?"

"… Tuesday…" She let out another giggle.

"Oh, you! It's Valentine's Day!" 'Shoot me now…' Bakura thought to himself. "Now hurry up and eat you knucklehead! You don't wanna be late and have someone else snatch up your crush before you!" Bakura glared, not amused, but ate anyway. At least the food was good. Bakura then finished his food, grabbed his stuff, and fled from his mother and her embarrassing statements. Now, sure, no one but them had actually heard her but still! Bakura was the tough guy! Tough guys don't go around falling in love and act all sappy no matter what those stupid romance books say! Of course, now that he was alone, he had time to think to himself. Something he didn't really like to do because it often left him in a less than happy mood.

Today was Valentine's Day. A day where couples run around giving gifts to their 'other half' and singles either mope at their singleness, hate the couples for being happy, or try to convince themselves that they really don't care about Valentine's Day. Wonderful. Bakura really wouldn't mind Valentine's Day, though, if he had someone to share it with. Sure Malik and Marik were fun to hang out with but they were a thing and Valentine's Day was a couple thing, not a friend thing. So Valentine's is usually a lonely event for Bakura, especially now that his mother had found a boyfriend. It also didn't help that his crush had recently found a boyfriend as well. Now who is Bakura's crush? Well…

"Lonely! He is so lonely! He has nobody! For his own! OH! He's Mr. Lonely!" So much for peace and quiet. Bakura sighed.

"Would you shut up, Marik? I don't care that I'm single on Valentine's Day." Marik smirked, striding towards the white haired single.

"Oh, please. You know that you and every other single in this school are wishing for a boyfriend or girlfriend to fuck up a tree!"

"As if." Marik licked his lips.

"And speaking of fucking, there's my little hell cat now!" Standing next to the gate to Bakura and Marik's school was Marik's smaller doppelganger… With less hair. "Malik! Oh, Malik!" The Marik Doppelganger glanced over before sprinting towards us and leaping into Marik's waiting arms.

"Marik! Oh, I'm sorry I never texted you! My sister had me working up a wall all night! Something about needing to do my homework or something."

"Aww! But homework's no fun!"

"I know, right?" Bakura had had enough.

"Hey, Malik, aren't you going to be late for school?" Malik's eyes widened before they found his watch.

"Oh, crap! You're right! Bye, Marik!" Kiss. "Call me after school okay? I want to spend as much time with you on Valentine's Day as possible!" Kiss. "Bye!" Malik raced off down the street as Marik pouted. Malik went to a different high school than Bakura and Marik, but he always managed to find some time in the morning to hang out with Marik.

"Man, why'd you have to do that?" Marik questioned, suddenly in a more subdued mood.

"There is only so much of your lovey dovey crap. Especially on Valentine's day! Save it for when I'm not there." Bakura started in the direction of his locker. Marik followed.

"You wouldn't mind it if you had a boyfriend." Bakura knew where this was going.

"Well, I don't so shut up."

"You would if you would just tell Ryou how you felt!" Bakura clamped a hand over Marik's mouth, blushing.

"Shut. Up. Do you want someone to hear you?" Marik swatted the hand away. "Besides, what exactly would I say to him? 'Oh, hey! I know you have a boyfriend and all but I just wanted to make things difficult and awkward between us by saying that I've had a crush on you since-'"

"You have a crush on someone?" Bakura's heart sped, his mind shut down, he could feel a warmth spread across his face. Turning around, he spotted the owner of that voice. Ryou, his crush, smiling innocently up at him, awaiting an answer. Bakura stuttered.

"Uh… W-Well…"

"Hypothetical situation discussion." Ah, what would Bakura do without Marik? …Probably not get in this situation in the first place.

"Y-yeah." Ryou made a little 'o' with his mouth.

"I see. So did you two have a good night?" Bakura just nodded while Marik went into great detail of all the ups and downs of the night. Ryou comforted Marik sympathetically. "It's okay. At least you and Malik will have some time together today!" Marik nodded dejectedly before smiling.

"And speaking of lovers…" Ryou's head tilted to the side a bit before he squealed happily as two arms encircled him.

"Honda!" The said teenager nuzzled Ryou's neck.

"Hey, Ry! Miss me?" Ryou laughed.

"Always!" They shared a brief kiss before Bakura walked away. It made his stomach sick whenever he saw them together. He also wanted to tear out Honda's throat every time he called Ryou, Ry. That was his nickname! He came up with it! Only he was allowed to call Ryou that! Not some pointy haired boyfriend wannabe! Ryou glanced up. "Hey! Where'd Bakura go…?" Marik looked around as well.

"Woah! I didn't even notice him leave!" Ryou sighed.

"Great. I wanted to tell him something…" Honda patted Ryou on the shoulder and kissed his cheek.

"You'll always see him later." Ryou didn't look too convinced. "Now come on! We'll be late for class!"

"I guess… Oh! Wait! I forgot to stop by my locker! You go on ahead!" Ryou dashed down the hall before Honda could respond.

"Wait…" Marik placed an arm around Honda's shoulders and guided him towards class.

"Come one, buddy! You'll be spending all of after school with him!"

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Ryou rushed to open his locker, and failed twice due to the speed. Finally, after three tries, he opened it. Flinging it open, he bent down to pick up his book, when something touched his head. Startled, Ryou straightened and looked around. His eye was caught by a plain white notecard. On one side was the lines, the other had a blue heart. Underneath the heart was a poem.

My heart beats cold blue blood

I am empty with no love

This holiday means nothing

Only a chance to show my feelings

But do I need it?

After all

Why do I need a specific day to love you?

There was no name.

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And there you go!

Just let me know if you have any questions or if I made a mistake. Like I said, I was really tired when I wrote this.

I will revise it later.