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Summary: A silly, pointless drabble on Yami Bakura & Ryou.
Tap, tap, tap… the sound of raindrops hitting the windows. He closed his eyes, enjoying the peaceful moment. Funny, who would knew the vengeful tomb robber enjoyed peace? Stretching out in bed, he let his mind wander after shutting off his mind link. He couldn't risk letting his hikari know his thoughts.
He loved rain, especially scant, misty ones. Since he was a child, every time it rained, he would go out and play. Considering yourself living in a desert, under the scorching hot sun, rain was considered a gift from the gods. He loved the cooling droplets sprayed on him, soaking him wet. Laughter filled the damp air as he dance in the rain. His mother would stand at the door of their mud hut, with a ragged towel in hand, looking at her son with affection. Those were the days he really felt happy, free from worries.
He remembered how his mother would call him back to dry off, handing him the ragged towel as she finishes the housework. Then she would go down to the fields to help his father, before leaving, she would give him a kiss on the forehead and remind him to take care of the hut and do not wander off alone.
Suddenly a knock snapped him out his thoughts, Ryou was knocking at his door. "Come in." he replied. The door opened and came in a shy boy.
"Yami, what do you want for lunch?" the albino boy asked.
"Steak. And make it raw." he absolutely loves steak, especially raw ones with blood dripping from it. He could just get buried in raw steak and eat his way out.
"But you already had that last night, are you sure you want it again?" Ryou was a little worried about his yami's eating habits, last week Bakura wanted to have a whole roasted chicken for breakfast and was throwing a fit when Ryou insisted on having something lighter, like cereal.
"Yes, I'm very, very sure that I want steak! Hell! Do you need me to translate that for you? Bakura snapped. He didn't mean to be so nasty but Ryou was acting like a mother. Before he realized, Ryou indeed acted like his mother. Both of them wouldn't let him have any junk food before meals and would make a fuss if he ate anything that looks inedible. They would also nag if Bakura made a mess in the house or didn't took a bath and the list goes on…
Looking at Ryou, he suddenly missed his mother a lot. But he knew, one thing for sure, that both of them cared for him very much.
"Fine, I'll eat whatever you cook. But if it taste horrible, I'll eat you instead!" he grunted. Ryou just laughed and went to the kitchen, of course he knew that Bakura was joking, because he could feel the yami's faint humour through the mind link.
"By the way Yami, did you bring in the laundry like I told you to? If not, we're out of clothes."
"Oh shit!"
Looking out of the window, the rain is still pouring down.
"THIS IS JUST GREAT! NO CLOTHES! AND WHAT IN THE 18 REGIONS OF HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO WEAR TONIGHT?"
"Well, you could use paper and paste and create new clothes for yourself."
"Not funny Ryou!"
"That's what you get for leaving the laundry out in the rain."
End of drabble 1
A/N: I know it sounds a little (or maybe a lot) stupid but this is my first drabble, so please be nice. But if you guys still want to flame me…sigh…what can I do. Anyway, review please!