Breakfast at Bakura's
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. (Runs off and cries in the corner).
"Oh, no you don't you little…!" Came a threatening voice from the kitchen.
"Urgh! Come on!" There was a hard scraping sound.
"Ooooh, that's it!! It's on!! I'm gonna…!!" More scraping.
"RAARGH!!" The scraping picked up speed, now joined by the occasional loud bang of something metallic slamming against something hard.
"Ha-HAA!! That's right!! You impudent fool! Did you really think you had any chance against the Thief King!? NO ONE GETS THE BEST OF THE THEIF KING!!" Now the banging had reached an all time loud.
"I'm going to show you who's boss, you pathetic lowlife! YOUR MOTHER!!"
"Umm…Bakura? What are you…?" The dark teen whirled around, finding Ryo peering sleepily into the kitchen.
"Ah…Ryo! You're up early!" Bakura said hastily, trying to cover up his actions.
"Bakura, are you…cooking…?" Ryo asked questionably, trying to see around the taller teen.
"Eh…Breakfast," he said, moving aside from the stove top, "Pancakes really." Bakura said gesturing to the small pile stacked haphazardly on the counter.
"Wow, I didn't know you could cook Bakura!" Ryo said, clearly impressed. "What's the occasion?"
"It's making up for last night." The dark teen said, tuning back to the pancakes.
"Last…night?" The smaller said, frowning. "What happened…last-?"
"That shirt looked pretty expensive." Bakura said, trying to flip a pancake.
"Oh!" exclaimed Ryo. "That's alright; it should come out in the wash."
"Blood stains hardly ever come out."
"It's just blood. I've had plenty of practice cleaning that off."
"Well, this is just my way of paying you back," Bakura said, sliding the plate in front of his younger look alike.
"They're for me?" said Ryo, clearly surprised. He received a stiff nod from the darker teen. "Really?" Another more forceful nod. "Thank you Bakura!" Bakura grumbled something, and sat down across from his other.
There were a few moments of silence as Ryo tipped some pancakes onto his plate. "Hey Bakura?"
"Hmm?"
"These are really good."
"Ha-HAA!! NOONE makes pancakes like the Tomb Robber!" Declared the not-so-sane teen, a sadistic gleam in his eye. Ryo smiled. This was the best breakfast he had had in a long time.
Well, this is the most spontaneous fics I've ever written. And I did it all in only one day! Yay! I got inspired while spasing at some breaded cauliflower (I hope I spelt that right!) I was frying. Yeah, I do that when I cook, of course not to Bakura's extent, but I do taunt like crazy. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my little one shot.
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