In the chaos of Domino High school's cafeteria one lone person was noticeably standing out. The young adult of 17, his bright white mane spiky and it was a wonder if he even brushed it, stood with his rusted brown eyes scanning the crowd of his peers. As he walked standing slightly hunched his hands were shoved deep in his black school pants. The black uniform jacket was unbuttoned, revealing the white button up dress shirt that was wrinkled beyond belief.

As he drifted through the bodies of students, he finally spotted the haven of the graffiti covered round table no one dared to sit at in fear of the the trio that sat there. He approached noting one of his two comrades already seated there. Sitting with the wall behind him and hidden to everyone by the pillar near by was, Kek. The other teen was taller than him. His skin was a bronzed color and his hair sun bleached. Kek's hair stood up in every direction and when a hand (not his own) grabbed it was discovered no gel was involved in the matter. Instead it was said that the sheer force of will is what kept his signature look going.

His dark purple eyes looked up with a half lidded gaze. Kek held the fruit punch flavored juice box in his right hand, the two golden rings on his pointer and ring finger winking at him. "You look like shit Bakura." Bakura rolled his eyes, pulling up the wobbling chair to his usual spot. He knew that spot was his by the drawing of someone's name in completely illegible lettering. Bakura sank in to his chair immediately stretching out like a starfish and closing his eyes for a moment.

When he reopens them, Kek has pulled out a new juice box and stabs the opening with the straw in one swift movement. Bakura furrows his brow. "Where the hell do you even get all of those juices?" Kek pauses, "Isis buys them in bulk. I always take them. Don't really drink anything else."

"Except beer."

"Except beer," Kek echos tipping his juice towards Bakura. The moment is broken when a heavy sigh calls out and the sacred table nearly buckles under the weight of the last person of their trio. The large Egyptian male flops down, falling between the other two. When no one asks him what's wrong right away, he sighs louder and more dramatically, spreading out more. His choppy white hair sprawls out with him on the table.

Bakura deadpans, "What is it Akefia?" Akefia rolls his head in Bakura's direction, pouting with his royal blue eyes half lidded. "Why is it so hard to get a solid relationship?" Bakura just stares. Realizing it was a serious question he looks over the bulky male catching the gaze of Kek and raises a brow.

Kek brings the juice box down form his lips. "It's because you fuck every guy and girl before you even take them on a date." Akefia brings his hand to his chin thinking it over. He turns his head to Kek, "You're right, however, you never complain when we fuck."

Kek takes a sip of his drink. "We fuck but it's never anything more than that. That's the whole reason we aren't dating and instead are fuck buddies. You don't know how to emotionally commit yourself into a relationship with me, let alone anyone else." Akefia sits up , leaping off the table. He turns and slams his hands down onto the obscene drawings.

"You are so right. I'm dropping all my hoes for you Kek. I will focus only on you and never on anyone else. Who needs sex anyway!" Kek finishes the juice in hand and throws it in one slick move hitting him in the head.

"You wouldn't last a week without sex. Besides you had your chance." Akefia glares then softens it resting his forehead on Kek's. "You don't mean that love~," He swoops down and grabs Kek's lower lip with his teeth gently biting it. Kek bites back harshly causing Akefia to pull back and nurse his swollen lip. "Fuckin' prick." Kek rolls his eyes and pulls out yet another juice box.

He looks over at Bakura who had a precooked ramen cup in hand. He tilts his head slightly. "Ramen again?" Akefia wrinkles his nose. "It's a surprise you're not dead from all that sodium." Bakura shovels ramen into his mouth.

"This shit is only 50 cents a cup. I spend $1.50 a day that way. Save a shit ton of a money," he says chewing on the noodles.

"Not worth it if you die before you spend your extra cash," Akefia points out. Bakura sticks up his middle finger and goes back to his noodles. Kek watches him eat for a moment before talking again.

"Are we coming to your house tonight? I can pick up a six pack before hand," Kek says monotonously. Bakura shakes his head.

"Can't tonight, got something important to do."

"Jerk off?" Akefia offers wiggling his brows. Bakura snorts. "I'm meeting up with someone. I do know other people besides you two."

"Oh, so a prostitute," Akefia chortles. "Oh fuck you," Bakura scoffs.

"Please do."

"Told you you couldn't last without sex," Kek points out. Akefia sticks his tongue out at Kek. Overhead the school bell rings and the array of students start to shuffle and clear out of the cafeteria. Bakura stands finishing the last of his food and tosses the cup in the nearby trash. "See you tomorrow dicks," he says walking away and flipping them off as he goes. Kek stands as well grabbing his bag and Akefia comes and swings an arm around his shoulders.

"Why do you think Bakura is so sealed up about his life? We've known him for a year now since he moved here and we barely know anything about him. Only know about his shit deadbeat father and he's here by himself because he hates the man." Akefia questions pulling up the times that Bakura told the two about it.

Kek thinks for a moment before speaking. "Some people are closed off. I've know you for about 5 years now and we don't know everything about each other. When you think about it, Bakura has opened up to us a lot. He's talked about personal things that have happened to his family and even though he doesn't tell us everything we still know more than most."

Akefia mulls over what was just said before nodding in agreement. "That makes sense." He smirks and runs a finger down Kek's chest. "So now that Bakura's wrapped up for the evening doing whatever the fuck, wanna have some... activities?" Kek shrugs him off.

"I'm taking the night for myself. I'm not in the mood for power struggle sex with you. Besides we both know I'd end up fucking you like I have for the past 3 times." Akefia scoffs.

"As if, your pretty little ass would be bent over with me on top." Kek's eyes narrow. He leans in close and Akefia raises a brow as they lock eyes. "Nice try but no." Kek pulls away and Akefia looks at where he was in confusion before following Kek's departing figure in disappointment. His eyes drift downwards to Kek's backside and he watches biting his lip. he looks for a few more moments before realizing Kek left him behind. Akefia jogs to chase after him. "Wait up!"

Later that day

Bakura looks down at his phone for the 20th time in that hour. He checks the last text once again confirming the plane landing and they're in the building going through the long process of being able to leave the air port. He looks up doing a quick spin, scanning the crowd for the person he wanted. He brushes off his clothes trying to find something to do as he waited. His uniform was replaced with more casual clothing. His fade black jeans met his scuffed up converses and his white t-shirt was covered by the blue plaid flannel. He watches people walk by him, suitcases rolling past as people hugged and cried in reunion.

He looks around until the calling of his name brings his attention over to the person. He spins towards it as he sees the source of the cry. A small smile comes to his face. The girl coming towards him has long white hair as well, hers coming to her hips and more tamed then his. Her pale skin leads up to the cream colored sweater with black cats all over it. She wears a black skirt and black tights with her ankle high boots. When she gets close enough she pauses for a moment putting her bag on the ground.

She looks the other person over and smiles brightly tears welling up in her eyes. She launches herself forward into his arms and he hugs her back. "I've missed you so much 'Kura," she says in the soft voice she always had. "I've missed you too Ryou." He hugged the girl a little tighter.

She pulls back and her green eyes sparkled with overflowing tears. He sighs and starts wiping them away. "Don't cry you big baby." Ryou wipes her eyes with her sleeve. "I can't help it. I haven't seen you in over a year since you left dad and I to live here. I'm glad I'm here with you now though. I didn't think I'd see my twin again for a long time." He shakes his head grabbing the abandoned duffle bag off the floor.

"Dork." He holds his arm out for her to take. She graciously does, falling back into her old habits of hiding behind her brother. "You're stuff is back at the apartment. I put all the boxes in your room." She nods smiling softly. "Thanks Kura"

They walk out the exit of the airport and into the breeze of fall. Ryou looks around still clinging to her brother's arm. "Domino looks very pretty, are there flower shops near the apartment? What about antique shops?" She asks as they walk down the sidewalk.

"There's a few small shops here and there. I'll take you to a few once you get settled." He watches her hide herself into him more. "I don't understand how you spent a year without me and by yourself when you're so shy all the time." Ryou looks at him and blushes.

"It was hard, I didn't know what to do most of the time. I mainly was drawing because people wouldn't bother me. I kept to myself a lot as well," she mumbles. Then she lights up. "I'll have to show you my sketches I had. I also set up an account to sell my artwork on Etsy. I've only sold a few paintings so far but a good feeling about it." He nods.

"Well that's good. Now that you're here with me though you won't have to worry. There's a few craft stores down the street from us if you need paint and whatever else." Ryou smiles sweetly.

"You're the best Kura." She looks up at the sky and at the buildings. The air was clean and smelled fresh. She didn't worry about her father's disapproval or his lack of presence. She was with her brother. He was with her at birth and they're together again. Her heart swelled with happiness. "I think I'm going to like it here." He looks at her for a moment before they cross the street together.

"I think you'll like it it too. You've always been able to adapt well to new places."

"Only when you're with me," she says shuffling her feet as they walk.

"That's true. And I'm here with you now right? So don't worry and for now let's just go home, okay?

"Okay."