Mahogany eyes stared unwaveringly forward, ever watching, ever searching for something of major importance to them. Fixed on the small light bulb of the refrigerator, Bakura's eyebrows twitched as a glimpse of a small black blob streaked by his line of vision. Snapping his head in the general direction of which the evildoer had gone, he realized he had been too slow, and that his reflexes only needed to wake up before his nemesis was caught. The fingers laying stiffly on the open door of the cooling appliance, a low growl escaped his lips, then, suddenly---
"Hey, Yami, what are you doing?"
Bakura jumped at the sound of Ryou's cheery voice piercing through his train of thought.
He turned his head just long enough to spit at him, "Leave me, you fool! I'm setting a trap for my enemy, and I don't need you to interfere!"
Ryou became confused. "Your…enemy?"
"Leave me!" he snarled again.
Those large brown eyes filled with a puddle of confusion, mixed in with a bit of hurt feelings, and the white-haired teenager nodded sadly, turning tail and walking off.
Bakura rolled his eyes. Ryou was such a girl…
The blob bolted by again, capturing Bakura's attention once more. This time, the heartless eyes followed the small dot around, listening to the faint buzzing with utmost hatred. It was then that Bakura's worst enemy entered the refrigerator, landing calmly on a particularly warm package of raw meat, and then began exploring the contents of the cold climate it had just entered.
Seizing his opportunity with ecstasy, Bakura jumped back, slamming the refrigerator door shut with a thud. "YES!" he exclaimed, jumping around in a victory dance.
THE END