RAR! I totally scared you all. Anyways, enjoy my new story...I think this is the first story I've actually made a plot for!

Don't read if you don't like. Yaoi, duh!

And many thankies to my my Newest best friend, Psyromayn iak! She came up with the title for this story! If she didn't give me this title, this story would have been called "When Royalty meets Rubbish". Not a very nice name...though I have a feeling I can use it...

The sun shone brightly, turning the drops of water in Mariks hair into a sparkling mess. He ran his fingers through his knotted sandy blonde hair.
"Gah! My hairs a mess!" He grunted. He shook his head and sighed. Soft, crunching sounds started up behind him, like footsteps through snow.
"Marik, get up. If you want to reach the city in time for the festival, you'd better get yourself ready." A soft, heavily accented male spoke from behind Marik. Marik turned his head.
"You don't happen to have a comb on you, do you?" He asked, pointing to his head. The white haired boy frowned and shook his head.
"No, but I'm sure they'll have one in the city. Is your hair knotted again?"
"Worse then yesterday, Ryou. Worse then yesterday." Marik repeated, slowly climbing to his feet. He brushed the dirt off his clothes and lifted his coat from where it lay. He inspected it closely.
" I think this is the only thing that managed to stay dry overnight." Marik grumbled. Ryou smiled.
"you will dry on the way there. Let's go."

"Wow Ryou! Look at all the food!"
"Remember Marik, you can look, but you can't touch. We don't have enough money for it."
"Money means nothing to me!" Marik cried as he plunged himself into the crowd. Ryou tried following but managed only to get lost.
"Marik! Don't run off!" He called, but Marik didn't hear. In fact, Marik had stopped running, but Ryou's words weren't the reason. The crowd had formed a large pathway down the middle of the street that snaked its way up to the palace. Marik was staring at the white haired figure walking down the middle of the pathway. He was surrounded by four guards. He wore a dark blue long sleeve shirt and dark blue trousers. His hair was neat and tied back. He seemed bored and he kept looking around, as if trying to find something more interesting. Marik hid behind someone as soon as he turned towards him. The man turned away. Marik sighed in relief.
"That's the prince. His name is Bakura." Ryou said, as he bent over to catch his breath.
"Ryou, where were you? I just found the perfect victim!" Marik cried out. He turned back to see the prince one last time before running off again. Ryou sighed and followed him, this time managing not to lose sight of the 16 year old boy. The crowd seemed to be thinning out in the lane that the pair were taking until finally, they were the only two in the laneway. Marik stopped and leant against a wall, breathing hard. Ryou sat across from him.
"Did you see the quality of those clothes?"
"I saw, Marik."
"Imagine what we would look like in those clothes!"
"Yes, Marik."
"Ryou! We've hit the jackpot!"
"Marik, are you sure stealing from him would be a good idea?"
"He would have so much clothes, he probably wouldn't even notice if you took his belt or one of his shirts."
"How the bloody hell am I meant to take off one of his shirts!"
Marik thought for a moment.
"You're cute enough. Hug him. And if that doesn't work, chat him up."
"I'm not going to flirt with him! He's a guy!"
"…or you could get him drunk."
"Marik, I'm not flirting with him, or getting him drunk. That's more of your area than it is mine. Remember, I steal from women, you steal from men. That was the deal." Ryou said matter-of-factly. Marik nodded.
"Yeah yeah, I know. Now…Where can I buy a brush?"

Enjoyed it? I hope you did! I'll be updating as soon as I get onto the internet again... please Be patient as that will be awile :(

HASTA LA PASTA!

~Princess Blaze the cat/Cinder Avery Grey