Title: Dinner
Author: Neko-chan
Rating: PG
Summary: Yami no Malik brings home dinner for Yami no Bakura.
Author's Notes: This was done using the first line to one of Pikachumaniac's stories. XD I liked how this one came out. It should hopefully amuse you all ...and yes, I realize just how much fun I've been having with this first line ficlet meme going around.
Additional Note: Hello, lovelies. Miss me? 3
Once he had dumped that night's dinner on the dining room table, Yami no Malik looked over at his white-haired lover with a very self-satisfied look. Yam no Bakura stared back, then shifted his gaze so that he could stare, incrediously, at what Yami no Malik had brought home for 'dinner.'
"You can't be serious."
Yami no Malik scowled and pushed the package closer to the silver-haired spirit. "It's dinner."
Brown eyes narrowed dangerously. "No, it's not."
In answer, Yami no Malik's own pair of blood-violet eyes narrowed in challenge and the retort of, "Yes, it is." was hissed out between clenched teeth. If a person had the inclination to do so, and wouldn't have minded having their head bitten off, if they had leaned a little bit forward, they would have noticed that Yami no Malik's teeth were just a little bit pointed. But that's beside the point, anyway.
"I refuse to eat that crap," Yami no Bakura hissed back, shoving the package towards his lover. "YOU eat it."
Once again, the package was tossed in Yami no Bakura's direction. "It's not crap, you will eat it, and if you don't, then I'll just shove it down your throat."
"Do you have any idea what they put in it!" Yami no Bakura howled and, for the very last time, the package flew through the air to smack into the middle of Yami no Malik's face.
The golden-haired Egyptian raised an eyebrow and picked up the McDonald's bag, staring at it suspiciously. "No, I don't. What do they put in their food?"
Yami no Bakura's mouth opened and closed for quite a while. Finally: "...actually, I don't know."
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