"You know 'Kura, maybe you shouldn't eat so fast?" Ryou said in his soft British voice. Bakura just glared at him while shoving yet another fillet into his already stuffed mouth. His eating habits reminded Ryou of a rabid dog. Then again, so did all his other mannerism. Ryou just rolled his eyes at Bakura's stare down and went back to eating his own meal.

"Alright, I'm going out with my friends, please 'Kura, don't kill anything while I'm gone." Ryou already knew leaving Bakura alone was a bad idea, but he needed time away from the former king of thieves. Badly.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." Bakura waved him off. As soon as the gesture was made, Bakura heard the click of the door closing behind his light.

"I'm still hungry." Bakura said to the empty space. He wasn't sure if he should expect a response or not. Bakura lazily pushed off from his seat and sauntered over to the covered metal pan of fish that Ryou had cooked up for dinner. He licked his lips as he uncovered the tasty morsels. But his giddy grin was soon replaced with a hearty scowl. "There's...no more..." He felt his eyebrow twitch, quickly followed by a growl from his stomach. Then a thought struck Bakura. Everyone knows what happens when Bakura thinks. Take Zorc for example.

Bakura ripped open the refrigerator door, and smiled one of his crooked smiles. There they were, those beautiful, supple, tender pieces of fish Ryou hadn't cooked up yet. His mouth was watering at the sight of them. I snatched them from the shelf and paused. He knew he couldn't work a stove. He never could. And Ryou had forbade it for life. Considering the last attempt Bakura had made to use it, everyone agreed with the albino hikari. Bakura didn't think it turned out that bad, just a few crisped shelves, nothing too major. Oh and the drapes. Let's not forget the drapes. Bakura shuddered at Ryou's reaction when he found out Bakura had destroyed his mothers drapes.

Talk about blue balls.

But the microwave. Now that was an idea. Bakura shoved the whole plate of fish, aluminum, and spatula into the unsuspecting microbox. "See Ryou, I'm smarter then you think." He gloated to himself. He was proud that he was going to have fish without Ryou's help. Oh so proud. Pride is a strange thing folks, luckily for Bakura, his seems to grow back every time it's beaten over the head with common sense.

As Bakura pressed some of the buttons he'd seen Ryou pressing for some time. He was practically giddy when the saw the plate start to spin. He was going to get more food and hikari sex tonight.

As he was walking away, something sparked inside the rotating magic box. Bakura didn't notice, he was too busy being proud of himself.

Ryou was walking back towards his apartment alone after a great evening with his friends. He smiled to himself, life was good. He even got Bakura some cotton candy from the fare. That's when he turned the corner. Firetrucks, flashing lights and a charred looking Bakura sat at the curb.

Ryou ran to his Yami, hoping he was alright. "'Kura what happened?" Ryou sounded frantic. He held his Yami is a tight embrace. Bakura quickly wrapped his arms around the other, pulling him close.

"I was still hungry, so I tried to work that micro-something-or-other." He stated. Ryou was developing a full on twitch now. Bakura felt the Hikari tense in his arms. "Ryou?" He asked. Ryou broke the embrace and just stared at his Yami, his glare seeking blood.

"You mean to tell me this was your fault?" His was voice up several octaves. And quite a bit louder then normal.

"It was an accident I swear!" Bakura waved his hands in mercy. It bad been a long time since Bakura had seen him this mad. Almost a week. "At least I didn't kill anything like you asked!" Bakura defended himself.

Ryou just glared. Then in a low, pissed off tone, spoke smoothly, "No Bakura, you killed my patience."