Bakura's hand slowly reached over the table for the sugar bowl that lay in wait; filled to the top with its tantalizing white particles. His finger brushed over the ceramic side but before he could clasp the rest of his hand around it, another snatched it away and put it on the top of the shelf.
" On no you don't Bakura!"
Ryou scowled at his Yami and sat back down to eat his cereal, which was loaded with sugar. Bakura slumped down in his seat and jabbed at his toast with a spoon then poured the contents of his coffee mug over it until it was nothing more than a soggy mess on his plate. Ryou tutted and shook his head.
" Stop being so stupid. You are not having any sugar; the last time I let you anywhere near that stuff you and Marik tore the house to shreds and challenged the vacuum cleaner to an arm wrestle!"
Bakura folded his arms indignantly over his chest and replied.
" We hadn't had any sugar!"
" 86 packets of Smarties each counts as sugar, Bakura!"
Bakura slouched down further and muttered something like "whatever" then something seemed to click back into place in his mind. He stood up and kicked his chair across the cluttered kitchen. He spoke to Ryou.
" Hey why are you being all smart all of a sudden? I'm the Yami here! You're supposed to be the naïve little Hikari that does what the strong and dominant Yami says! I don't have to put up with this shit!"
He turned to leave in a spectacular fashion but Ryou just ate a spoonful of his cereal and replied noncommittally.
" Okay. But before you storm off to sulk in your room can I have my apron back?"
Bakura looked at the ceiling and spoke innocently.
" What apron?"
Ryou ate another spoonful of cereal and began to read the newspaper.
" You know, that pink fluffy one that you have been wearing all week?"
Bakura's blood boiled and Ryou chuckled as his Yami's face turned from its normal pale tint to pink then to red then to a deep shade of purple. Ryou turned back to his newspaper and counted silently in his head. 1, 2… 3. Not more than a millisecond after he had said three, there was a knock at the front door. Bakura's face returned to normal immediately and he smiled wickedly as Ryou walked past to open the door. Ryou unlocked the safety hatch and opened the top latch with a key he kept on a chain underneath his shirt; he couldn't risk Bakura escaping and reeking havoc on a sugar-induced high, could he? He pulled the door open and sighed as Duke stood with a thick leather leash wound tightly round his hand. On the other end of the leash sat what could have been called a dog if it didn't posses twice the amount of fat of a normal dog and didn't look more dopey than a hyped up Bakura. Duke spoke between gasps as the 'dog' strained on its leash.
" Hey Ryou. Sure you don't mind watching Elvis? It's just that I can't trust him not to destroy the house while I'm out with Joey and Tristen. It'll only be for a couple of hours."
" Yeah, it'll be fine. If I can handle Bakura then I can handle… um… Elvis."
Duke smiled and went to hand the leash to Ryou but Elvis gave an almighty leap for a passing cat and Duke went flying backwards off the porch and into a row of highly prickly bushes. After a series of yelps and over-excited barks from Elvis, Ryou stepped out of the house and pulled his friend out of the bush. Duke smiled weakly and tugged Elvis up to him. The dog lolled on the floor and drooled all over Duke's trousers. Duke nudged him off, shoved the leash into Ryou's hands and then legged it back down the garden path then down the street until he was out of sight. Ryou groaned as Elvis looked stupidly up at him and yowled sleepily.
" Okay, time to go back into the house Elvis. Come on boy."
Ryou walked back towards the house but as soon as the leash pulled taught, it was as if a ten tonne weight were attached to the other end not an idiotic dog. Ryou looked back and saw Elvis lying sprawled out on the porch, with no intention of moving. Ryou tugged on the leash but the dog stayed where he was and yawned. Ryou sighed and was about to give up when he heard Bakura yell from the doorway.
" Elvis! Come here boy! Who's a good dog?"
Elvis leapt to his feet and charged past Ryou and collided with Bakura. The pair bowled over and fell back into the living room. Ryou felt his stomach knot as he heard glass shatter, material tear and Bakura laugh manically. The tired out Hikari humphed defeatedly and went back into the house to try and salvage what was left of his house after hurricane Bakura had hit.