Laundry Day - Fanfic of bleh

"Bakura…"

I groaned, burying myself into the pillow. I raised the covers over my head as the lights turned on. Damn it. I heard footsteps coming toward me, before it stopped by my bedside. A hesitation was heard in their breathing before a hand came atop my shoulder, shaking me gently.

"Bakura, please, it's time to wake up; you promised you would do the laundry today," came the quiet voice with the barest hint of a British accent.

I gave a gurgled growl, curling myself under the blankets. Suddenly, the blankets had been snatched and I was instantly chilled. Sitting up now, I gave a glare to the lighter half of me, Ryo. The young man was dressed well: his light blue shirt tucked into his dark blue denim pants. Everything about him was clean, proper and strangely professional. I gave him a look of confusion as he started talking to me. I couldn't even understand them in my half asleep state, so instead, I flopped back onto my back and closed my eyes.

"Bakura!"

"Nnngh!" I moaned back, burying my head under the pillow

"I'm sorry I'm a bit out of commission at the moment. Mind coming back a few hours when I'm more able to function?"

I hear a sigh from him, then fingers tickle down my side. I sit back up again with a jolt, hitting my head on his. I gave a few curses, nursing my now bruised head. He was doing the same but without the curses.

"What the fuck…?"
"At least you're awake now," he said while giving a light smile as he continued to rub his sore head. I gave him a glare but instead he ignores it.

"I have to go to college, Bakura, so can you at least do the laundry like you said you would?" Ryo asks, no longer rubbing his head.

I mumble under my breath as I feel a headache coming on. "I'll get you something at the store."

"Fine…"

I fall back into my pillows staring up at the ceiling. He comes into view, giving me a look of amusement and then he was gone. He closed the door behind him, softly, and then was followed by his footsteps down the stairs and out the garage door. Knowing the hikari, he probably left it open knowing that I would close it behind him. Damn…

—

Laundry, I say, wasn't exactly something I normally did. If anything, the hikari was the one who did the laundry, cooked the food and cleaned around a bit. I, on the other hand, lived like a freeloader, often stealing things for our meager survivability but usually or I should say, lately, I didn't do much. I stayed in my room, contemplating and thinking about the strangest of things.

Ryo had noticed my lack of mischief so he took matters into this own hands. Making me do laundry. Ridiculous.

I looked at the laundry basket filled with dirty clothes, most of which was mine seeing as Ryo cleaned every weekend. I just happened to let it all pile up…which was a mistake now. Looking at them, I mentally groaned at my dilemma, how do you do laundry? Looking down at the piece of instructions neatly written by my other half on a piece of notebook paper, I got to work.

1. Separate the clothes in darks to whites

I dumped the clothing down on the tile floor of the laundry room. Biting the inside of my cheek, I got to separating. It was rather easy, seeing as I had mostly dark clothing. There was a few red, whites, and even a blue. Mostly my socks and boxers were in pile of 'whites' and my normal day clothes were in the 'dark' pile. How convenient. I proceeded to throw the dark colours into the washing machine filling it up to the brim.

2. Put in the laundry detergent for colours. If it's white clothing, a bit of the bleaching detergent with the colour.

I stared at the piece of paper in confusion. The fuck? Huffing, I grabbed the detergent that worked on colours and dumped some in, moving my arms around in order to get all the clothes. I closed the lid before looking at the paper again.

3. Turn the dial to clean the stains (Knowing you, they would probably need it)

I pouted. I wasn't that messy. I did as he had written though, turning the dial and a few others seeing as the load was obviously not a normal load but a super one. I pressed down on the larger dial and bam, it was alive! Now I had to do the most awful task...

4. Now you wait!

Why did that sound so cheery?

—-

Waiting for laundry to finish was too long and boring, so instead; I went onto the computer to bother a certain someone I knew had no work today. Lucky me. Booting up the computer, it didn't take long till it asked me to sign in. Once getting in and letting the machine do its work of logging into every messenger I had out there, I clicked on a certain someone's username.

ThiefyB: Ah you're actually on!

I waited a moment, seeing that he was typing back. I grinned.

xXSleepingKingXx: …Wai aren't you sleeping?
ThiefyB: I had to do laundry
xXSleepingKingXx: xD LOL! WUT!
xXSleepingKingXx: You
xXSleepingKingXx: Do
xXSleepingKingXx: Laundry?
xXSleepingKingXx: That's unbelievable!
ThiefyB: Yes…yes laugh it up. It's terribly hilarious.

I pout, not at all amused with the current events. Something furry bumped into my leg. Looking down, I saw the head of the cat Ryo and I had adopted. She looked up at me with bright green eyes. I ignored her looking back onto the conversation.

xXSleepingKingXx: Sorry just that…
xXSleepingKingXx: That's just funny xDDD
ThiefyB: Psh! Your face!
xXSleepingKingXx: Orlynao?
ThiefyB: You and your strange way of chatting
ThiefyB: So exactly why do you have a day off?
xXSleepingKingXx: I've been working without taking any days off for about…
xXSleepingKingXx: Two years?
xXSleepingKingXx: So yea, day off
ThiefyB: So…just out of the blue?
xXSleepingKingXx: No. Boss told me I deserved a day off since we're not doing much but the same thing every day.
xXSleepingKingXx: Yet yesterday was hectic lots of orders
xXSleepingKingXx: x_x so many people
ThiefyB: Still want my fucking cake
xXSleepingKingXx: stfu about your cake!
ThiefyB: Bitch
xXSleepingKingXx: Whore!
ThiefyB: Skank!
xXSleepingKingXx: Wannabe thief!
ThiefyB: Egotistical pharaoh!

The words were written back and forth. Soon, it was an all caps battle and before I knew it, he was on webcam, flipping me the bird.

"Fuck you, Pharaoh!" I glared. He shrugged his shoulders in a 'I don't give a crap' way.

During the two years we had returned from wherever the fuck we were, everything between us changed. Maybe for the better? Maybe for the worse? If anything, I got more depressing and hardly was mentally capable of being with people for too long. The pharaoh, on the other hand, started working a few months after he had returned to a cafe; baking goodies for people and making smoothies, coffees and tea. He had worked his way up to being a manager even. In all that time though, he changed his view of me.

He was kinder and sometimes we had our own bits of mischief. I asked him about this and he merely answered that the past is the past and what had been done can't be undone. That we let it go and move on and he did and had forgiven me. So I tried to do the same in my own way, but it left me uncertain. Broken. And worse than what I had been mentally.

I looked at him this time through the webcam and stuck out my tongue. Today, the pharaoh was wearing a large shirt, one sleeve sliding down his shoulder to expose the skin and black muscle top he wore under it. His hair was just as wild as ever and his skin still the same pale colour as it been years ago when he had been in the same body as Yuugi. His eyes were a dark violet and along his wrists were many different types of bracelets; some rainbow coloured, black, spiked, or they were the circle little 'candy' ones. How they hell they got their names is beyond me.

While the once pharaoh dressed fashionably, I dressed rather plain.

"You're so gay…" I grinned as he shot a glare at me through the cam. He then gripped the mic at the end of the headset, bringing it up to his lips.

"And you're still an ass," he said, his voice being rather loud at the headset that hung around my neck, but that was because of how close he pressed the mic.

A loud buzzer rang through the air. I sighed. Slowly I got up, muttering about the horribleness of laundry and how the world must be some cruel thing.

"Have fun with cleaning clothes," I heard him say in a chipper tune as I walked out of the room.

"Fuck you, Pharaoh!" I yelled back, which caused him to laugh a little. Bastard.

—-

Looking down at the wet clothes, all I wanted to do was burn 'em. But the smell that was coming from them was rather…alright. Opening the dryer, I started to chuck them into it, humming a useless tune as I did so. Soon, they were all in there.

5. Grab the box that looks like tissues, throw in about one or two of the sheets in

I do as he had written, grabbing the said box and giving it a sniff. I'm overcome with an instant headache and coughing. Damn, that was a strong smell. Grabbing two pieces of the sweet smelling paper, I throw them into the dryer, close the door with a bam, and turn the dial around. Hitting the button, it went on a nice humming spin. I returned to the task of throwing the other dirty clothes into the washer.

An hour later of bugging the pharaoh and us throwing insults at each other, I went back down stairs, and deposited the now dry clothing into the hamper and fled the room. This was again repeated when the last set was finished and that day, I felt tired yet strangely accomplished.

In the late noon, Ryo returned from college, looking extremely tired but alive. At least barely. He looked down at me the moment he entered the kitchen, where I was sprawled on the cold floor sucking on a ice cube in my mouth. He didn't question it; just walked over me and asked if I wanted some dinner. Instantly, I asked for one thing in particular.

"Miso soup…"

He looked down at me, raising a brow but did as I asked. That night, we had soup and it was the best soup ever.

—-

"So tell me Bakura…nothing's changed in that head of yours?" the pharaoh asked over the mic as we continued to play some co-op game that involved killing zombies. I ignored him for a moment as we killed hundreds of zombies before we reached our safe room.

"Well…I'm not suicidal..."

He hummed in agreement. "But…?"

I swallowed audibly, looking at the door to my room. Taking off the headphones, I walked over to the open doorway and closed it silently. I then take my seat back, placing the headphones around my neck again. Finally, we're off the loading screen in the safe room where his character is staring at the entrance to the other part of the area.

He removed the bar once he sees my character move around to get ammo.

I rushed my character over the door and we're back into a murdering zombie rampage. I never answered his 'but' question. No. I just entertained myself with killing zombies and he never pushed forward the question that night again. I knew though, that again he'll ask the next day and the next day and I would dodge the question each time. It was a game of sorts, to see how long I ignored the help.

How long I could try to be stubborn. With each passing day I realized...

It wouldn't be that long.