Disclaimer – If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, I wouldn't need a disclaimer, now would I? However, I do have disclaimer and can therefor safely assume that all I own are my ideas for an original series that has nothing to do with Egypt or people who are 16-years-old, 5 foot nothing, has spiky hair, and is possessed by a spirit that is at least 6 inches taller than him.

Summary – Ah the wonder of modern technology. Too bad 5,000-year-old Pharaohs from Ancient Egypt don't know how to use any of it. One-shot

Opps…

Yami carefully removed the casserole from the refrigerator and set it on the counter, kicking the door shut in the process. It was nearing 5:00 and he was hungry. Solomon was off somewhere, the store was closed, and Yugi was at Joey's. No one had returned yet, though they were due back soon, and Yami wanted to surprise them.

The once-Pharaoh smirked as he read the instructions on the package and began to follow them to the letter.

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Yugi stared at the ruined kitchen. In reality, only the oven was ruined, everything else was merely covered in a fine layer of ash. On the opposite side of the room (as far away from the oven as one could possibly get without actually leaving the chamber) was a single 5,000-year-old spirit curled up in the corner, shaking.

"Uh, Yami? What happened?" Yugi walked over to the Pharaoh.

"It… it attacked me."

"What attacked you?"

"The… that… evil thing! My enemies bewitched it in an effort to kill me."

"Technically, you're already dead…"

"No! They've already succeeded!"

"No, Yami. I'm just saying that you died 5,000 years ago."

"Oh." There was a long pause and then Yami looked at the oven. "That food heating device has a curse on it."

"Really? What makes you so certain?"

"It burned the casserole."

"Are you sure you didn't leave it in there too long?"

"No. The box said thirty minutes on high, so I guessed on how high 'high' is, but I figured 400 degrees was good…"

Yugi walked over to the counter and picked up the box and, dusting it off, began to read it silently. "Uh… Yami… I think you were reading the microwave instructions."

"Really?" Yami slowly got up and walked over to his lighter half and read over the shorter boy's shoulder. "I didn't notice that there were two sets of instructions earlier… Opps."

Yugi dropped the box back onto the counter and shook his head slowly. "Oh well. At least we don't have to replace all of the appliances this time. Unlike last week where you somehow converted the microwave into a bomb or the week before when you mystically reversed the purpose of the refrigerator and it melted itself and the counters without harming the walls."

"At least I'm learning."

"Ryou swears that the Tomb Robber is a natural cook and he actually enjoys making non-poisonous food."

Yami stared at his light in abject horror. "No, you must be… uh… kidding."

"Nope."

Yami fell to his knees, his face looking up at the ceiling as he wailed in misery. "Noooooooooooooooooooo! I will learn to cook and I will be brilliant! Better than the Tomb Robber!"

"I had lunch at Ryou's house, Yami. You've just set yourself up for an impossible task."

"Nothing's impossible."

"He makes snowflake brownies and spaghetti that are to die for."

"What's spaghetti?" Yami paused and then added, "and what are 'snowflake brownies?'"

A/N Snowflake brownies are brownies that have white-chocolate chips in them. They are absolutely delicious and I love to make them the homemade way. None of that oily pre-packaged stuff for my family and friends.

Anywho, I know there are a lot of ancient spirits vs. the kitchen appliances out here, but I had to make my own contribution to the on going war. Please, don't forget to review.