A/N: Welcome! This is the first story I ever published online, so please bare with me. This first chapter is mainly about Marik, digging into his past and head. 8) Bakura will show up eventually! It's YMxYB ^.^

Warnings: Language, adult themes, yaoi, sex scenes.

Disclaimer : I do not own Yu Gi Oh sadly enough.

Special Thanks; To my beta reader and motivation Ladygodess ^.^

Violet eyes stared up at the ceiling; a deep sigh escaped the light bronze coloured lips. The room was illuminated only by the flickering television that stood in the corner, it hadn't worked since he moved in, static was the only show.

It had only been a month since the young man moved into the apartment. It held a sofa, a TV. and a small table between them. On the other side of the room was an open kitchen which was just big enough to fit one person. There was one master bedroom and a smaller guest room that filled the hallway with doors on the left. On the other side of the hallway there was a small bathroom and a small closet with an electric meter. There were a very few decorations in the house. A flail and crook hang in the hallway on the little piece of wall that was clean. In his living room there were strange markings on the wall.

The young man was laying on his sofa, he was restless, he hadn't been able to sleep during the midday while he needed it. He eyed the clock which showed 7:39 PM. He still had two hours left before he had to get up and go to work. He turned over and moved his blonde hair from his face with his tanned hand.
Even now he was 6000 miles away from home; he still could hear the screaming ring in his ears. The young man let out another sigh and closed his eyes.

"You're a disgrace to our people!" The old man yelled, his tanned face flushed red from anger.

Smack!

Another hand hit the face of the young blonde.

"How can you do this to us?" Blue eyes stared at him, his mother was crying. "Marik, please." She beseeched him.

Marik face down, he was in pain, after taking the beating of his father. He felt the tears swelling up in his eyes. He sat down on his rear end and lifted his head. He saw his sister standing next to his mother with her hands covering her mouth in shock. She didn't cry. His mother on the other hand let out screams, trying to calm her husband.

"Marik, please." His mother pleaded again, "tell me you were just confused, this isn't real."

Marik shook his head. "No, mother, this is real."

Another cry.

"I'm not going to hide who I am anymore, it's been long enough!" his voice bitter.

"I want you out! You're not my son!" He heard his father's angry voice before receiving another hit.

Marik looked him in the eyes disbelieving what he was hearing, there was more pain rushing through his body now, this wasn't physical anymore. The white strands of hair were stuck to his father's old face.

The man was breathing heavily and shook from anger. "Leave." He ordered once more.

Marik stood up and heard his mother sob from the other side of the room. He couldn't look her in the eye anymore. He started walking towards the door and once he had reached the doorknob he left out a deep sigh. Under his breath he whispered; "Goodbye." He opened the door and walked out.

When the door closed shut behind him he heard his mother burst out in tears, crying and pleading to her husband. To him, it would be like he had never been born, never was he going to take his place in the family company that ran oh so well, he would never exist!

Marik felt the anger rising in his chest, his heart beating faster, his body temperature rising. How could he have been this stupid? He let out a mourning cry and slammed his fist against the wall.

Marik opened his eyes; he gasped for air and felt the cold sweat making his body stick. Another bad dream, another memory he tried to block away so hard. He glared at the clock. 8:26 PM. He slept nearly an hour, after 3 days of no sleep it seemed not near enough. He pulled himself up on the sofa and ran his hand through his hair, then he stood up and walked towards to hall way. Time to take a shower.

He lifted his chin up as he let the water wash over his face. He stood there for ten minutes and then decided it was time to get dressed and head to work. The water was warm and soothing, so he didn't budge. After 15 minutes he decided it was time to get out. His mind still wandering to the nightmare he had earlier. He let out another deep sigh.

His hair stuck to his back as he went to grab a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He opened the bathroom door and crossed the hallway to his bedroom. Once there, he got dressed. Black sleeveless top and tight jeans were his attire. Ugh.. how he hated those, but his boss loved it. He glared at himself in the mirror and gave a mocking forced smile. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed a jar of hair gel and started fixing his hair, spike by spike. The clock beeped 9:30 P.M, time to move.

Marik let out a deep sigh, grabbed his coat and keys and went for the front door. Once outside he locked the door and started walking the stairs trying to pull on his coat.

Outside he passed a few people. He pulled his coat higher around his neck. It was raining softly. The darkness and the soft sound of rain only added more to his irritated mood. He wasn't used to rain at all after living in Egypt for twenty-three years. Where there was maybe three days of rain a year. How he missed that bloody sun.

He moved to Japan with his sister, after he got thrown out of his own family and she got a job for four years at the local museum here in Domino City. She paid his apartment and the Japanese lessons they both needed. He was grateful for that. Now he had a small job at the pub that was a thirty minute walking distance.

He felt the cold rain flow around his face and under his golden neck choker. He shuddered. Even the rain in Egypt was warm, not cold like this. He passed the corner with the rose bush. He had to go through a small alley now where brats of the neighbourhood always hang out. He shrugged as he quickened his pace, he didn't want to be late.

He arrived just in time at work; he took the door at the back and greeted the tall guy sitting on the chair reading the newspapers. He still had an hour before the doors opened for the guests.

Marik walked to the counter and poured himself a strong drink. He would need it on an evening like this. It wasn't enough to affect him, but it was just about right to get him going. He felt the bitter liquid falling down his throat, warming and stinging on the inside.

"Hey Marik," a voice called. Marik turned his face to reply on the one who called him. "Hey Jounouchi," he replied smiling. A tall teenager stood on the other side of the counter cleaning the glasses. He had dirty blonde hair and brown spontaneous eyes.

"The boss is expecting a busy night," Jounouchi said, now facing the counter focusing on his work.

"Doesn't he think that every night?" Marik asked smirking. The two now faced each other and laughed. Marik grabbed a towel to dry the glasses. "Yeah, I think you're right." Jounouchi said joking.

The two worked their way through the kitchen, cleaning everything again even though they had done it the night before. The tall bald guy came from the hallway to open the doors.

"Here we go." He muttered but seemed more to be talking to himself.

Marik finally dried up from the rain, and took a deep breath, preparing himself for another 'busy night', like his boss always promised them. The music started up and it took three minutes before the people started entering the large room; they sat down on the barstools at the counter and started ordering drinks; some of them already drunk.

Jounouchi and Marik kept up with the requests easily. Marik had never been a bartender before but he had picked it up so fast that he looked like a professional that had been doing it for years. Jounouchi had been working here two years prior to Marik, and they always made enough publicity to keep him busy and now Marik was here it was even easier to keep up.

Marik loved the work, it kept him distracted, improved his Japanese and he got lots of attention from most entering the bar or sitting around it. No, for sure, he wasn't mother's ugliest.

After two hours of work he had a small break of ten minutes. He stepped outside into the cold night and grabbed from inside his pocked a small pack of cigarettes. He took one of the cigarettes out and lit it, then put the pack back in his pocket. He leaned back against the wall and observed the smoke vanishing in the cold air. It was 12:30 AM. It was crowded outside, people in the alleyways trying to hook up with someone to take home, girls looking for 'the one' outside of the bar and the scum of town trying to get their hit by scoring drugs.

Marik's eyes fell on a white head teen, who seem to try to pass through the alley as fast as he could. He was being stopped every so often, drugs or girls were offered to which he declined by a shrug and moved on. His skin was pale but the shadows in the alley made it look like it was a slight tint of grey; their eyes met for a split second, eyes locked, deep dark chocolate brown clashed with dark violet eyes and Marik's heart skipping a beat. The boy was forced to look away to refuse the drugs offered to him and started moving with more pace this time. It didn't take long till the white headed turned around the corner and was out of sight.

Marik went back to his cigarette; at least the boy was clean by the way he refused... or was it because he was in such a hurry? Marik sighed; it was time to start his shift again. Throwing his cigarette down and stomped it out with his foot, he turned around and walked back into the bar while popping in a few breath mints.

Marik moved his way through the crowd until he got smacked on the ass. It was nothing new and sometimes turned out to be fun. He turned around to see if it was anyone of interest that he could take home, for a one-nighter. Marik's face instantly twist up out of disgust; he wouldn't even want to be found dead with this guy. His boss, though a thin man, slick greasy hair, shirts that no respectful man would ever wear and his teeth when he smiled showed the lack of any dental care... beside all that he was twice Marik's age and was old enough to be his grandfather. "I've told you before, I'm not interested and if you keep this up and I'll have you on harassment charges." Marik growled, wanting to just to knock the bastard flat on his ass, but the need for the job and the money it brought in kept Marik's temper restrained.

His boss sneered taking a step back and then grinned. "No need to be like that Marik." His voice took on a business tone. "Just come to tell you that the little shots you and Jounouchi sneak in each shift will be coming out your tips or pay, haven't decided which, yet." The man's eyes then suddenly fell on a boy that didn't even look of legal age to be in the bar. "While you're here, the toilets need a clean." And he was gone.

"Bastard." Marik seethed, knowing he was only being treated like shit was because he wouldn't give in to the man's advances.

Three hours later, clean toilets, several fights, more flirts then any sane man wouldn't turn down, two more drinks later, Marik finally ended his shift. He reeked of alcohol and tobacco but couldn't care less at that moment. He almost had to drag himself home, it was about four in the morning, he didn't catch the time precisely but he could tell it would be dawn soon. The sun started to raise slightly, just enough to make the deep dark night disappear in a lighter but still deep dark blue.

Once Marik reached his apartment he opened the door and closed it, locking it. He dropped his keys on the small table in the living room and his coat over the couch, on his way to the bedroom he pulled off his shirt and dropped it somewhere along the way.

With his jeans still on he planted himself on the bed, pretty much face first into his pillow. He was tired, and was finally hoping to get some much needed sleep. One last deep breath and he felt the pulls of sleep.

Hands moved over his body, soft lips pressed against his neck, a slight moan escaped his mouth. "Let's move, before someone sees us," the tall platinum blonde whisper to the slightly smaller boy pressed against him. The boy nodded, his brown hair falling over his eyes a little as he pushed Marik closer to the wall. Marik laughed and slipped from the boy and the wall, grabbing the boy's wrist and directing him to his bedroom.

As soon as the door closed behind him the boy started tugging Marik's shirt, trying to pull it over his head where it got stuck in all the excitement. They both laughed trying to remove the shirt with a little difficultly. Marik could smell the boy so well, his breath was sweet like honey, his body smelled musky and soothing. The other standing so close, his arms reached above Marik's head, working on the stubborn shirt. Dark blue eyes were lit up with a amusement along with the smile on the boys face.

They stood there for a few seconds before pressing their lips together in a furious battle for entrance; they both surrendered and moved closer to the bed, with the t-shirt still stuck above their heads.

Marik felt the soft sheets below him, the body above him press against his chest, as he finally released himself from the t-shirt, throwing it over the headboard of the bed and then cupping the face of the young tanned boy, only a few years younger than himself. "Mahado," he whispered and smiled.

Mahodo's hands wandered over Marik's chest, tracing every line, playing with his hard nipples while Marik let out another moan of pleasure. Mahado started nibbling in Marik's neck while Marik slid his hands under the t-shirt, grabbing them, arching his back while pulling them up.

Now both half naked they could feel each other's warmth, making them long for each other even more. They were groping at each other, which only fuelled their kissing and their arousal. It didn't take long before Marik slid his hand inside the boy's jeans, grabbing his erect member and gently playing with the soft skin. Mahado let out a soft moan when he felt Marik's warm hands embrace him, he wanted the way-to-tight jeans off, now! He started pulling on his own jeans trying not to interrupt Marik. After a long struggling battle of them both they both lied naked. Slightly panting of how aroused they both were, softly rubbing their erect members against each other, embracing themselves in another heated kiss.

Marik reached in under his pillow and pull out a small bottle of lube, it was instantly stolen from his hand by Mahado, which took out some of the liquid with ease, first covering a few fingers and then his own member.

Marik felt his heart race in his chest, he's never been on the receiving end before, and it was the first time with Mahado. He liked it how Mahado took control over him and always be the first one to make a move.

Marik yelped with pain when he felt a finger enter his tight entrance, and then their eyes locked again.

"You sure you want this?" Mahado asked him, frowning, at Marik's yelp.

"Oh please, don't make me rape you!" Marik mocked him as he felt his body shaking,

Mahado smiled and then added another finger, trying to make Marik comfortable with the feeling, as Marik didn't budge he added another finger. Now he felt the entrance tighten a little, he waited a few seconds and the moved his fingers in and out slowly.

"Oh Please! Fuck me!" Marik begged him, Mahado smiled and kissed the jaw line of his blonde lover. "As you wish," he whispered in a seductive voice. He positioned himself between the tanned thighs and was aiming for the entrance, slowly pushing his head in.

Marik let out a scream of pain, he loved the feeling but it did hurt! He grit his teeth and groaned as Mahado slowly pushed in deeper, throwing his head back.

The door opened, "Marik are you alr-.." the words choked down on the vocal cords of the person speaking, Marik eyes widened, they shouldn't have been home at all today! Why was he here? Why?

"WHAT?" His father's raised angry voice. Marik could feel the confusion, the embarrassment filling his chest and head, and then he felt the erect member being pulled out with force, making him yelp once again.

His father grabbed Mahado by the hair and pulled him off Marik, the boy was shocked and confused, didn't know what was going on at all. "Get out you piece of shit!" Marik's father scolded at him.

Mahado looked at Marik while he was gathering up his clothes, only putting on his boxers and then leaving the room never looking back.

"What is this? You scum!"

Marik opened his eyes, he was sweating and panting, the sound that woke him up was the slamming of the front door.

"Marik?" he heard the soft voice from the hallway, "Marik, are you home?"

Marik clutched to his pillow and burrowed his face into it, his head was still pounding; a hangover, another nightmare and now his damn sister in his apartment! He muttered something to himself like 'damned by Ra' and eyed the clock. 4:33 PM. "I'll be there in a minute," Marik shouted back. He's been sleeping through most of the day, he was kind of glad his sister had woke him up.

Marik rolled towards the edge of the bed, having one arm and leg out, his face half in the pillow and his hair covering his eyes. He must've looked like he felt; like shit. He slowly got up, stretching his back and neck and then reached for his dressing gown.

"Morning," he said when he walked into the living room. His sister, who had made herself comfortable on the couch, looked up and smiled. "It's almost dinner time already! I brought you some food," she smiled, "I noticed your fridge was kind of empty.." She frowned, she has always been worried about her younger brother, since seven months he was living on his own with no maids and butlers around him and moving to Japan a month ago wasn't the easiest thing to do either. Marik didn't seem to register that his sister wanted him to have more food in the house; he was fine like it was.

"We could do some groceries together, tomorrow." She offered. Marik yawned, as he was still waking up a bit. "Could do," he muttered, he didn't like grocery shopping; he'd be the one with the heavy bags and with his sister around he was positive that she wanted to do some clothing shopping.

Marik walked to his kitchen to make some coffee; looking through the cupboards he finally found the last bit. "I guess I really need too," he said, laughing at himself. Since he moved to Japan he hadn't really been out, except for work or when his sister came over to drag him out for the day.

After he got his coffee he sat down next to his sister, "So, how's work going?" He asked, but he wasn't really interested. His sister looked up to him, "It's doing pretty well actually, it's really different from what I used to do, I hope I won't get bored with it." She smiled and her blue eyes smiled with her.

"That's good then," Marik smiled at his sister, it did him well when he saw her smile. He got her in so much trouble after all, and making her worried all the time wasn't really the pleasant extras. "So we meet up tomorrow, to do some groceries?" Isis nodded and then stood up. "I will see you tomorrow then, enjoy your dinner." She said and started walking towards the door. "and Marik?"

"hmm?"

"Take care of yourself okay?"

"Offcourse I will, I'm not twelve anymore!" Marik huffed.

Isis smiled and then closed the door behind her.

"Such an annoyance," Marik muttered to himself, but then realized the room was cold and empty again. Marik didn't like to be alone, yet he locked himself in his apartment all the time. He lied down on the sofa and sighed, he wished that damn TV worked. His violet eyes stared up to the ceiling again, this was the way he passed time. With a splitting headache and feeling like shit; he truly had nothing better to do. After a few minutes, he found himself in the arms of sleep again.

trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

doorbell.

Marik opened his eyes and rubbed them, he drifted off to sleep again, what time was it? 9:40 A.M. He must've slept through the whole night again.

Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

"Marik?"

Silence

"Marik, are you awake?"

Marik sighed; it was his sister, probably in desperate need to fill up his cupboards with groceries. "Coming, Coming!" He shouted at the door, slowly getting up from the sofa and stretching his back.

"Come in," Marik said once he opened the door, "I'm not ready yet, could you make ...us some ...coffee?" he said while yawning. His sister smiled and nodded before moving to the kitchen while Marik moved to his bathroom to shower.

After five minutes Marik was showered and dressed. He walked to the living room to find his sister sitting on the sofa with two cups of coffee in front of her on the small table. "I'm glad I brought some coffee from home," she said smiling. "else I would've had to put up with a very moody Marik."

Marik laughed, "thanks sis," he said and then grabbed the cup of coffee in front of him. "Oh no, I wasn't doing it for you, I was doing it for me rather" she teased him.

After drinking the coffee Marik stood up, "I'll be getting myself ready then," he said walking to his bedroom and taking his coffee with him.

In his bedroom he stood in front of mirror, grabbing the jar of hair gel, but then stopped and stared. His flat hair reminded himself so much of him in the old days, yet he didn't feel the urge to cut it. He grabbed some gel from the jar and put it in his hair, fixing his hair up into spikes. He gave it a stare and then moved to the hallway. "Okay, let's go then."

It was crowded in the mall; Christmas was coming in a month, so everyone was preparing for the Christmas shopping. Isis pulled Marik's hand through the crowd as if he was still a child that couldn't walk on his own or would get lost.

This was going to be a long day.

After visiting several small shops, to get some Arabian spices and other groceries Marik and Isis walked passed all the larger shops. These shops sold all kind of stuffs, from bath soap to dishwasher. Big neon letters flashed, Though Marik couldn't read it yet.

There was some shouting, people being pushed away and two men chasing after each other. "thief!" the older man shouted. Marik saw he was chasing a teenager, white hair, brown eyes. "I didn't steal anything!" the teen shouted back, he was crying and quite scared.

People who surrounded the shop were 'oohing and aahing' at the event and quite shocked.

Marik grabbed the older man at his shoulder. "I'll pay for what he took." Marik said, smiling one of his sweetest smiles but his eyes set serious. Before the older man realised what Marik said the younger teen got away already. "seven hundred sixty three Yen.*" The man said, watching Marik. Marik snickered that there was this fuss about this small amount of money and handed over eight hundred Yen. "keep the change." He said and then looked over his shoulder to see if he could find the young boy anywhere.

There was no sight of him.

"Take care, old man." Marik said, while he let go of the man's shoulder. "Let's go home Isis," Marik spoke. The woman nodded and took Marik's hand again. "yes, let's do that." She said, while her mind wondered why Marik paid for the things the teenager had stolen, she would ask him later about that.

When they arrived home with the heavy bags both Egyptians were knackered. They put the bags down on the kitchen counter and Isis started to stuff away the food in the cupboards and fridge.
Marik sat down on the couch and checked his cell phone. Three missed calls from Jounouchi, what would that guy want from him? Marik decided to call back once his sister leaves. She was going to be busy in the kitchen for a while as she had made up her mind and decided to prepare some dinner for Marik too.

The young Egyptian man sighed; he already had enough of his sister being around and needed some time to himself; however he was curious what Jounouchi wanted. "I'm going to make a phone call." He yelled towards the kitchen, and walked into his bedroom. He pressed some buttons and then lifted the phone to his ear.

"Jounouchi," the voice on the other end said.

"You called me?" Marik sat down on his bed.

"Oh yeah, Hey Marik." Jounouchi's voice sounded more cheerful. "You fancy a drink tonight?"

Marik smiled, yea he could use one. "Sure," he replied. "I'll meet you at eight." And with that he was finally getting out of the apartment.

After Marik's sister finally left after dinner, the man headed for a shower and to get dressed. He stood in the shower and let the water wash his face again. He had his eyes closed.

Arms wrapped around his waist, and he felt a smaller boy press his face into his shoulder blades. The warm water washing them both. Marik looked over his shoulder and found wet white hair, stuck to the boys shoulders and back, the pale skin. The Egyptian smiled, on how the white stood out from his own tanned skin. He turned around and cupped the boys face. Deep chocolate brown eyes gazed up to him.. their lips moving closer, closing the distance..

Marik opened his eyes, it seemed he got caught up in daydreaming, but what was this teen doing in his dreams? What was it about him that drawn so much of Marik's attention? Marik got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. It felt like real arms had been wrapped around there. He sighed; he had to get rid of this.

When Marik finally got dressed and cleared his mind, he decided to leave to meet Jounouchi at his place. Jounouchi didn't know where Marik lived and Marik couldn't be bothered to explain it so he decided to meet him there. He grabbed his keys and tucked them away in the inside pocket of his coat, so he wouldn't lose them.

Taking the staircase down, Marik walked up to the street, thinking of what way it was again. He had been at Jounouchi's house before, after walking him back. He took a left turn around the building and got up to the busy roads. This was the right way to go. Marik took another turn, right this time. The streets were empty except for the cars; the sky was covered in a thousand stars.

Marik passed a few more streets, which were getting more and more crowded. Dodging some people on his way through, he finally arrived at the little house Jounouchi lived in with his family. When Marik rang the doorbell an older woman, near her fifties, opened the door. The look on her face was suppressed, and Marik had a feeling he wouldn't get a warm welcome. She didn't say anything as she stepped aside, "Jounouchi is upstairs," she said in disgust, and then pointed at the half rotten stairs on the right. The older women left, "close the door behind you, and keep it down." She said, before she went out of sight. Marik snickered, the woman must have expected that he was here to fuck Jounouchi, it only showed what kind of reputation Jounouchi had with his mother. Marik closed the door behind him and took the stairs; he ended up in a hallway with three doors. It was kind of obvious which door belonged to Jounouchi, as his name was written in graffiti letters across the door. Loud music played from the room. The Egyptian walked towards the door and gave it a loud knock. "Jounouchi?"

The music stopped. "come in!" Jounouchi shouted from the other side of the door. Marik opened the door and entered the room. The walls were a deep blue, a small bed stood on the right and the floor was covered with dirty clothes and several empty bottles. "Sorry about the mess," Jounouchi said smiling. Marik didn't like messy rooms; he had become a rather obsessive cleaner due to his upbringing... he'd ignore the mess as best he could.

Jounouchi sat on a chair on the other end of the room, near his desk; he turned his chair so he could face Marik. "So where are we going? You had anything in mind?" Marik asked, as he sat down on the edge of the bed, which probably hadn't been cleaned in months. Jounouchi shrugged, it didn't matter to him where they went as long as he could spend the night with Marik. "I didn't have anything planned really," he smiled, "but I do know a good place to go." His face was cheerful, his eyes full sparkle. Marik had the feeling he was going to give this guy false hope if he were to go out with him. Marik smiled at the thought, it could turn out into a night of fun. "Well, alright then, but! Don't let me down" Marik mocked Jounouchi. Jounouchi jumped up and laughed. "of course I won't" His brown eyes were locked on Marik's dark violet eyes.

His skin was pale but the shadows in the alley made it look like it was a slight tint of grey; their eyes met for a split second, eyes locked, deep dark chocolate brown clashed with dark violet eyes and Marik's heart skipping a beat.

Marik turned his head away, he thought about the boy again in the alley. Why couldn't he get him out of his head? It was as soon as he saw the brown eyes, which made him think of the ones he's seen before. The Egyptian pulled himself together and stood up, "well let's go then," he said with a soothing voice. Jounouchi nodded and rushed to grab his coat. Marik stood up from the bed, tripping over an empty bottle, and landing face first into a pile of clothes. Marik cursed inside his head, the stench of unwashed clothes reached his nose and made him gag, he held his hand in front of his mouth in case he was going to throw up, and got back to his feet.

As soon as he got downstairs, Jounouchi was already waiting, ignoring his screaming mother. "What took you so long?"He grinned. Marik shrugged, "I tripped over the mess in your room." Jounouchi chuckled, "sorry." He said and ignored his mother, now going on about the mess in his room, once again.

The two men got out as soon they were able to slip away from the bitching mom. They both laughed, as they were finally free after hearing Jounouchi's mother going on that they had to use condoms if they were going to be engaged in any 'sexual activity'.

As they walked from the bar, ready to head home after a few hours of drinking and dancing. Jounouchi had clung himself to Marik's arm, he was smiling so Marik didn't really mind. They were both drunk and it was kind of obvious Marik had gone too far and aroused Jounouchi. As they walked into an alley Jounouchi took his chance to push Marik against the wall, but instead Marik tripped and fell over. They heard a small yelp. "What the hell are you doing?" Jounouchi said annoyed. Marik not realising yet, sat on the floor and found the thing what made him trip way more interesting. He almost sobered up in an instant. White hair drenched in blood laid in front of him, arms wrapped around the slim torso, eyes closed shut in pain. "Are you okay?" Marik asked the boy, not even hearing Jounouchi's ranting anymore. Marik wasn't sober enough to tell whether the blood was from someone else or the boy was injured. The boy shook his head, the blood made his hair stick to his back. "Sorry Jounouchi," Marik said as he stood up, trying to stay stable on his own two feet and lifted the boy. Who tried to struggle but was too weak to put any force behind him "I'm taking him home, and see a doctor in the morning." Jounouchi, who was all confused, had no idea what was going on. "oh, okay." He said. "Will you make it home on your own?" Jounouchi smiled, a bit of disappointed. "of course." Jounouchi turned around and started walking.

Marik held on tight to boy, watching him breathe as he walked, passing streets and more drunk people he finally arrived home. With a lot of effort he managed to take the stairs up, opening the door to his apartment, after a struggle to fish the keys from the pocket inside his coat.

After Marik laid down the boy on the bed in the spare room the white haired teen finally opened his eyes. Deep dark brown chocolate eyes looked up to the Egyptian. "Thank you," he whispered, only half conscious, and then closed his eyes again.

Marik got a chair from the living room, and put it down next to the bed, sitting with his face towards the back of the chairs, his legs on both sides and the top of the back of the chair supported his chin. He watched the boy sleep for a few more minutes, and then fell asleep himself..

A/N: So let me know what you think :D I promise there will be more Bakura in the next chapter, I know that cause I've already written most of it. Rate&Review?3