Note: So, this is a fluffy oneshot. Unless I get some reviews telling me you want the next chapter. Next chapter would probably be a lemon… THAT'S RIGHT, I'M NOT ABOVE BRIBARY! Anyway. Seriously, please review.

Warnings: FLUFF!! Yup, fluff…from me. Uh, nope, that's it. Oh! Implied boy on boy. And a yaoi kiss.

Disclaimer: I own….this plot. Nothing else. Ryou and Kura aren't mine. Duuuuuuur. :P

Oh how he loved this age of technology and wonder! Everything was at his fingertips. If you were hungry you no longer had to hunt for your food, or even grow it. No, now it was a simple matter of walking to the kitchen and opening the re-frigid-erator; a magic box that held food and cold air. Though if you left the door open the magic would get out and the food would disappear, or so his hikari told him.

If you became bored there was T.V. Yet another magic box that had tiny people in it whose soul purpose in life was to act out plays. Ryou had tried to explain to him that the tiny people weren't really there, but had given up and simply told him there was a glass sheet separating them so he would stop trying to pick them up.

If you were hot or cold there was a thing called the heat box that changed the temperature in the room. Yes, this was truly a wonderful age! Even now he sat on the couch watching the tiny people act out something his yadonushi called a horror movie, a bowl of popped corn in his lap.

An early storm had blocked the sun out, and any errant rays had been blocked out byt the closed blinds and reinforced by the heavy drapes, all to ensure that no light got through. So when he watched the movie, the only light came from the T.V. Bakura laughed to himself as the zombie's brain was splattered across the floor. How the T.V. continued to acquire such a never ending supply of tiny actors he would never know.

Bakura's hikari, Ryou, was still at school. A place that demanded much of his little landlord's time. Bakura missed his little tenshi during the day, and often when Ryou came home he was carting thick stacks of paper that he called 'homework'. Those teachers were a sadistic lot, they made even him seem tame sometimes. I had offered numerous times to kill his teachers, but for some inexplicable reason he kept saying no.

When the movie ended he flipped aimlessly through the channels, but the tiny people weren't performing anything that he wanted to watch and they never listened to him when he yelled, so he turned it off. He sad staring blankly at black glass after he had flicked on a light.

"Now what?" he said to himself, a habit he had never really broken from his time in the ring. He had just decided on making another bowl of popped corn and channels surfing again, standing to leave the room, when the only light in the room flickered out with a pop and a hiss, plunging the room into complete darkness.

"Shit!" he yelled, tripping over the coffee table. His shins stung from where the hard wood edge had bit into them. A less than aimed punch sent his fist through the side of the couch where the frame was covered by nothing but fabric. Blindly throwing his hands out he tried to pull himself up, he managed to find purchase of something, but when he pulled at the object it crashed to the floor beside his head, shattering. He finally found his way onto his feet, only to have his shins collide with the coffee table again. "Fuck you!" CRACK. Bakura took a step towards where he believed the door to be but he crashed into a wall. "Fuck you too!" he yelled again with a high kick. There was another smashing noise and his foot stuck where it was, causing him to overbalance. Rearing back he tripped over the rug, and fell at the foot of the couch. He flailed again and there was another crash.

Then the room was flooded with light. Ryou stood in the door with his hand on the light switch.

"Bakura, I'm ho-" he paused, wide mocha eyes taking in the sight before him. His yami was sprawled out on the floor, two shattered lamps and a broken glass next to him, there was a hole not only in the wall, but in the side of the couch as well. "Kura?" the light asked.

"Yes?" Ryou looked around again.

"What happened to the coffee table?" he asked, still scanning the room for the missing piece of furniture.

"In the shadow realm."

"How did it get there?"

"It…walked in?" he said in a tone that clearly stated he wondered if Ryou would believe him. Ryou didn't.

"What happened?" Ryou asked.

"The light magic stopped working, and I fell." he said standing.

"The bulb must have burn out," Ryou said more to himself than Bakura. Said demon was now walking towards him, a roll in his hips that made the younger boy swallow.

"I missed you hikari," Bakura whispered huskily. Ryou licked his lips and smiled. The room could wait till tomorrow.

Bakura lifted a hand to push his tenshi's white satin hair behind his ears, before bending down to kiss him. Ryou kissed back, wrapping his slim arms around his yami's neck.

"I missed you too, Kura."

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