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Author's Note: This fic is dedicated to my totally super special awesome friend Mel-Girl, who is an ardent Bishieshipper (Gen x Shinji) and Thiefshipper. This fic is just some random fun that we have about Gen owning a bakery. I'm also writing Bakura and Marik as they are portrayed in Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Abridged Series, so a hat-tip to LittleKuriboh.

Gen's Bishie Bakery

By: S-Unit

Chapter 1: Grand Opening (Shinjimon Buns)

Only a few whiffs of clouds were present in the clear, blue sky over Veilstone City as Shinji paced slowly through the downtown streets. He wasn't exactly the in the best of moods (well Shinji is almost never really in a good mood anyway so...) but there was a perfectly decent explanation for this. Problems at the Sinnoh League forced the postponement of the semi-finals for another couple of weeks. Shinji was looking forward to facing Satoshi during the finals afterwards. He had easily defeated Jun in the early stages of the conference. He had no doubt the finals would be between him and Satoshi. Destiny (and plot device) demanded it. There was still Naoshi he had to deal with in the semi-finals, but that shouldn't be too much of a problem. He was a Coordinator, so he should be easy to beat, right?

His reverie was interrupted by an intriguing smell coming from the building next to him as he walked down the sidewalk. Cinnamon. One of Shinji's favourite aromas. He turned his head: he found a bakery shop. "Gen's Aura Bakery" was the name of the shop. A big, red "GRAND OPENING TODAY" sign hung above the entrance to the shop. Shinji was intrigued, 'It's been a while since I've been to a bakery, and I suppose I could kill some time.' He walked inside the open doorway, following the irresistible smell of the cinnamon. He saw the proprietor of the bakery, a tall, navy blue-haired man wearing a blue fedora, kneading some dough along with a Lucario moving some baked goods onto the shelves behind the counter.

The proprietor looked up from his baking and saw Shinji. "Good afternoon! Welcome to the Aura Bakery."

"Are you Gen?" Shinji enquired.

"Indeed I am!" Gen smiled. "And this is my loyal friend, Lucario." He pointed to his friend organizing the shelves.

"Have you just set up shop here?"

"Yes, I have. I am a Pokemon Trainer, specializing in Steel-types and breeding Riolus; however, I got tired of of the pressures ever since training Lucarios became fashionable. So I decided to take a sabbatical from the training and breeding and return to my first love: baking." He rolled out some dough and spread some cinnamon filling over it. "Baking is very soothing for me. And I imagine cinnamon rolls are very soothing for you, Shinji."

Shinji's face turned a hue of crimson. "How..? How did you know my name?"

Gen smiled some more as he rolled up the unbaked cinnamon roll. "I'm an Aura Guardian. I could you feel your aura when you passed by the bakery. The smell of the cinnamon rolls baking lightened your mood." He placed the roll on a baking sheet, sliced it up, and took them over to a nearby oven. The oven contained a fresh batch of perfectly baked cinnamon rolls. He took them out and placed the unbaked ones back in. "Would you like a roll?" Gen offered.

Shinji nodded, still somewhat crimson. Gen took a freshly baked roll, spread some icing over it, and handed it to Shinji. Shinji took a bite. Never in his life had he ever tasted a cinnamon roll so good. It was practically orgasmic. He was just about to take another bite when a loud crash came from the back of the bakery.

"Oww, watch where you're placing that flour you wanker!"

"Well, parrrrdooon me you flaming fruitcake, you should have watched where your hair was moving about!"

"Bollocks, Binky-Boy! You just wanted an excuse to pour something over me!"

"Well you won't let me do it in bed-" Gen closed to door to the back with a sweatdrop-grin on his face.

"Don't mind them. Bakura and Marik are a couple of foreigners I hired to help out in back. Not that they do anything except argue with each other when they're not making out."

Shinji sweatdropped too. "Oooookaaay...."

Gen turned around to Shinji, "Shinji," Gen moved a napkin to Shinji's mouth, "you're drooling."

Beets would have been envious of the colour of Shinji's face.