Ryou Bakura was in search of something decent to eat. So far, everything in the cupboards seemed to be past its expiry date, and all the foods in the fridge had an odd smell. Then there were the rotted fruits and vegetables.
"There's not a thing to eat in this house!" Ryou moaned glumly. He sat down on the third step up of the staircase, which led to the second floor. He rested his cheek against his hand, which was bent at the elbow. His elbow rested against his thigh.
Just as he was about to give up his search, his eyes rested on a bowl of apples sitting on the kitchen table. His eyes lit up. "Joy! Now I don't have to drag myself to the market to buy cream puffs… Though they are delicious."
Hesitantly, Ryou reached out and grabbed an apple. They looked barely a day old, with no bruises, signs of rotting, or strange smells to be seen. Gleefully, he bit into one, and then proceeded to devour the entire bowl of apples.
Just as he was finishing the last one, Ryou heard the door open. "Oh dear," he thought, his eyes clouding over with worry. "Without a doubt, these must be Bakura's latest food obsession. And he's going to kill me when he finds out I've eaten them all!"
Panicked, Ryou threw the apple cores out a nearby window, and proceeded to hide behind a nearby couch. There was no hope for an escape upstairs or outdoors, as both would require walking past Bakura. And Bakura might smell the apples on his breath.
However, luck was not on his side today. A sinister looking being was kneeling on the couch, head peeking over the edge, eyes narrowed into a glare. The glare, of course, was directed at him.
"Ryou, did you eat my apples?"
"N-n.."
"Do you want to explain why there's an open window, and a pile of apple cores at the base of said window?"
Silence met Bakura's carefully structured question. A bitter sigh escaped his lips, and he buried his face in the soft material of the couch.
Only a moment later, he was crouched beside Ryou behind the couch.
"Well then, I suppose I'll have to go get more apples… but I just have such a craving for them, you know? I guess this will have to do…"
Ryou looked up at Bakura, cowering in fear of his punishment. Instead he felt something sticky and wet on his lips. He opened his mouth in surprise, shocked that Bakura was licking his mouth... Oh wait, was this a kiss?
'Oh no…' he thought to himself. 'Bakura's kissing me, and I think I like it. What am I going to tell Anzu-san!? I won't be able to look her in the face after this..'
After what seemed like years, Bakura pulled away, licking his lips. "I think that'll do," he said, grinning rather nastily.
He headed for the door, hand just touching the knob, before turning around. "Coming?" he asked.
Ryou's cheeks had gone rather red, as he pondered whether the kiss had been an enjoyable experience or not. Perhaps he may even have feelings for Bakura? Reluctantly he stood, knowing they were desperately in need of some groceries, and Bakura wouldn't have the slightest clue what they needed.
He walked towards the door, nearly tripping over himself as he did. Bakura brought his hand to his face, unable to believe that the nitwit in front of him was his Hikari.
As they headed off to the market, Bakura reached out and clasped Ryou's hand in his own. Ryou's cheeks tinged red, but Bakura didn't remove his hand.
"Did you honestly think I was going to hurt you for eating my apples? Silly Hikari.. After all, it was even better tasting them from your lips…" he said, with a devious smirk.
Ryou looked away; sure his face must have turned five shades of red by now. 'I wonder why I've gone looking for love, when it's been with me all along…'