You Can't Fix Everything: 1

Disclaimer:....You know I don't own YGO. If I did...there would be Yaoi Yaoi everywhere

AN: Chapter one of my fanfic. Moohahaha xD
Enjoyyy!
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The snow.

Bakura hated the snow. Hated it with a passion. He hated everything about it. The color, the wetness, the temperature. Everything. He just wished that snow didn't exist, that it wasn't a part of weather. And to top it all off, it made him miss Egypt even more than he already did. He just wished he could get the hell out of Domino City.

He missed the feel of sand beneath his feet when he ran across the desert. The thrill of being chased whenever he stole something and he had nowhere to hide, only the shelter of the darkness to somewhat mask him from royal authorities.

He missed it terribly.

"OI. FLUFFY!" a harsh voice yelled as a hand landed on his desk, snapping him out of his daydream. Bakura scowled and turned around, crimson-brown eyes meeting amethyst.

"What!" Bakura snapped, his hands clenched into fists on top of his desk. His eyes narrowed at the blond, Egyptian teen with the crazy hair.

"Ohoho, did I make Fluffy mad? I'm sorry. I promise you I won't bother you when you're daydreaming about Ryou again." Mariku said, a crazy grin spreading across his face as he leaned back in his chair.

"I was not daydreaming about Ryou, you moronic twit." Bakura said, making a move to slap Mariku. Mariku smirked as he had seen it coming, and he grabbed Bakura's hand right before it made contact with his face.

"Too slow, Fluffy." Mariku said, grinning like a madman.

Bakura hissed and yanked his hand out of Mariku's grip. "Next time I won't be." he muttered under his breath.

"Oh, what was that, Fluffy? I couldn't hear youuuuu!" Mariku practically sang. Bakura rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on his desk. This was the thing he liked most about being in the very back in the classroom, you could do whatever you wanted, and the teacher wouldn't even notice you.

Not that anyone really ever tried to stop Bakura from doing anything, anyways. He was feared. Some people cowered when they heard his name. Bakura made sure it stayed that way, and the only people he didn't boss around were Marik, Mariku, and Ryou. Marik because he was Bakura's best friend, Mariku because he knew better than to boss him around, and Ryou because..well...he'd never admit it, ever, but he had feelings for that boy. That insignificant little boy.

Another reason why he hated the snow. It reminded him so much of Ryou.

Ryou...

His hair, his smile, his voice, his eyes....

Everything about Ryou made Bakura's heart skip a beat. Everytime Ryou spoke, it was music to Bakura's ears. Everytime he smiled, it made Bakura's day...

A hand hitting desk yet again made Bakura snap out of his thoughts.

"Bakura! You need to pay attention!" the teacher, Mrs. Rhodes, said.

"Oi, I was!" Bakura said, sitting up and crossing his arms, giving Mrs. Rhodes an evil glare. Mrs. Rhodes seemed taken aback by the glare that she was receiving from Bakura, though it shouldn't have been much of a suprise at all.

"I will let you off with a warning, Bakura. But next time I'm sending you straight to the principle's office, do you understand?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." he said, leaning back in his seat again.

Mariku could be heard snickering next to him. "Ooooh, Fluffy. Woo have to pay attention, or woo are gonna be sent to the big bad pwinciple's office!" he said, mimicking a toddler's voice. Bakura snorted and laughed, his eyes automatically shifting over to where Ryou sat. Ryou was sitting there, shaking his head, but he was grinning. 'That's a good sign..' Bakura thought. The last thing he needed was Ryou to hate him for some reason.
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At lunch time, Bakura sat down in his usual spot next to Marik. "Oi, Marik. Where's Ryou?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. Marik looked up at him with his lavender eyes and bit his lip, motioning to where Ryou was sitting with his head.

Bakura blinked a bit in confusion, turning his head where Marik had motioned.

What he saw infuriated him.

There was Ryou, sitting with Mariku. Mariku's hand was on top of Ryou's, and he was leaning close, a sly grin on his face. Ryou was blushing and giggling like crazy.

"Oh hell no! THAT BLOND BASTARD IS GOING TO FUCKING PAY!" Bakura yelled, his hands slamming on top of the lunch table as he stood up.

Marik grabbed Bakura's arm, pulling him back down. "Bakura, it's what he wants. Don't give Mariku the satisfaction, ok?" Marik said, patting Bakura's arm. "I'm sure everything is fine."

"Right.." Bakura mumbled as he sat down, glaring at Mariku.

He was going to fucking pay alright, sooner or later...he would pay...