Owww look at this cute thing hiding in my docs! How could I forget a cute fic like this?! XD
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Enjoy :)
Yami was walking around town, looking at the windows of some stores, buying some groceries at the market...
"Don't forget to pick up the milk!" A high pitched voice told him hastily. Yami rolled his eyes, "I won't," He mumbled back.
"Can we go get some strawberries as well?" The voice asked longingly again.
"Yes yes..." Yami sighed.
"YAAYY!" The voice cheered happily, catching Yami by surprise.
"SHH!" He hushed through gritted teeth, "People'll hear!"
"Sorry Yami," The voice giggled back. "...Hey Yami?"
"What?!"
"Thank you!"
As he came home, Yami felt a tug in his hair, so he looked up to meet violet eyes equal to his own.
"Yuugghhiiiii!" He whispered in a scolding manner, "Ghet bhack intho mhy hair! Ghrandfather whill shee you!"
"Are we gonna make Romanov pancakes*?" Yugi asked loudly. "Yhes! Fhine! Whhatevher!" Yami answered as he carefully pushed the little lilliputter-sized boy back into his hair.
"Yami? Is that you?" An older voice came from the kitchen.
The young adult entered the kitchen to meet up with his only living relative.
"Yes, it's me," He smiled as he put the groceries on the table. His old man hummed curiously as he got out the strawberries.
"Hmm? Why, I thought you never buy extra things other than what we need?"
"Oh, yeah, I uh..." He felt a tug in his hair.
"I want to make special pancakes today!" He nearly shouted it out, as he was blushing a deep shade of red. He had never cooked something in his entire life, so it was quite a change.
Just like his hair...
Yami: OWOWOW! Stop just one second, that wasn't my idea!
Yugi: It was my doing! ^w^ Remember the 1st time you saw it?
Yami: Yes, I thought I had died! I didn't come out of my house that day! It was so embarrassing!
Yugi: Awww! Don't say that! I had a lot of work making it perfect! D;
Yami: Just continue the story -.-
"Pancakes?" Solomon asked as he rubbed his bearded chin. Yami just nodded his head before going upstairs, closing the door once he entered his room.
"Yuugi!" He sighed as he looked up at the smiling, little, upside-down face.
"Pancaaakes!" Yugi cheered.
"Nooooo!" Yami whined, "I don't even know how to make those!" He said honestly.
"But I do! Just follow my lead!" Yugi slid on to Yami's shoulder and flapped his tiny, white-feathered wings.
"Fine..." Yami sighed.
10 minutes later
"I am not going to..." Yami shivered as he held IT in front of him. He was in the kitchen, and to any other person, it would look like he was talking to a pink apron. Luckily, his grandfather was in the game shop, since there were a few costumers.
"But you have to! Elseway the magic won't work!" Yugi nearly cried. Yami shook his head, "Nonononononononononnonononono..."
5 seconds later...
"... ... ... I hate you," Yami grumbled as he wore the apron.
"It's not that bad," Yugi giggled.
"It is... Guys are not supposed to wear pink aprons!" Yami ranted.
"Fine, here, have some manly blue instead!" Yugi pouted as the apron turned a deep blue. It looked quite good on Yami, but for some reason, he was even more freaked out than before.
"No, Yugi! Turn it back to normal! Grandfather KNOWS the only apron in the house is pink!" Yami was freaking out as he looked at the door opening, hoping his grandfather wouldn't come in right at that moment.
"Okay then we go back to girly and flurly!" Yugi made the apron pink again, and Yami seemingly relaxed.
"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" Yami sighed.
"Nope!" Yugi grinned, "Now follow my instructions!"
"Fine..." Yami grumbled.
"Alright, for starters, put the frying pan on the stove and fill it with butter and oil!" Yugi instructed. Yami did so, but only put a little bit of oil in the pan.
"Now Crack all the eggs into a bowl and beat them with a fork until its all mushy!"
Yami nearly strained his arm, but little Yugi kept yelling,"You have to beat the eggs harder!" Whereof Yami replied, "I'M TRYING!"
"Okay, now you have to...grn!" Yugi was shoving a cup, filled to the top with white powder, towards Yami, "Add 1/2 of this cup of flour to the eggs..."
Yami did so and upon realizing something had to be done with the mess, he looked at Yugi. The little boy grinned and Yami looked even more annoyed. It could only mean one thing...
"...and mix it!" Yugi squealed.
Yami just sighed and began to beat the floured eggs again.
"Okay, that looks about right to me," Yugi gave a nod, "now add the milk," He pointed at the milk, "and the other ingredients, also the rest of the flour and mix until it is thick and creamy, mushy and puffy and-" Yami picked him up and placed him on his head.
"-until it's totally smooth!" Yugi finished his sentence.
"Like this?" Yami asked as there was now a velvety mixture in the bowl.
"Yes! Now all you have to do is pour it into the hot frying pan!"
By the time nearly all the mixture was gone, there were 12 pancakes. Yami was busy with the last one in the pan, and Yugi was chowing down on one Yami had topped with whipped cream and strawberries.
"Hey, ever seen people throwing the pancakes up in the air?" He asked Yugi.
"Throwing pancakes? How ridiculous! What are you saying? Throwing pancakes... like pancakes can fly..." Yugi laughed as if it was a blasphemy. "... Flying food..." He added.
"Well, it's true, look, I'll try!" Yami insisted. Yugi just watched him with curiosity. The pancake flew through the air, and Yami had thrown it a little bit too hard, because the next moment, he had pancake in his face.
Yugi was laughing his lungs out, and Yami joined in. They went to sit at the kitchen table, finding a better spot to continue their conversation.
"So, are you enjoying them pancakes?" Yami chuckled as he was watching Yugi trying to chow down as many strawberries and pieces of pancakes. He himself had also been eating one. The one that had landed in his face to be specific.
"They're delicious!" Yugi cheered.
"I know you for what now? Two months? And I still cannot believe you can eat so much, even though you're so small, It's physically impossible, where do you put all that food?" Yami leaned on one hand.
Yugi suddenly seemed to look him straight in the eyes.
"I'm not small!" His eyes were teary. Yami was about to say something, but stopped himself.
"Yami?" Solomon's voice suddenly called from the shop. Yami scooped Yugi up and put the little angel in his hair, before anyone could see him, quickly took a pancake and went to the shop.
"Wyefzs? Wfhazt iffzz ifff?" He said through the pancake. Upon entering, he met the brown eyes of a certain, white-haired boy. Yami bit of a part of his food and held up his hand, "Yo Ryou, what's up?"
The white-haired teen wasn't really friends with Yami, he was always quiet and inverted, but they were on good terms nonetheless. Some days ago, he had bleached his hair white for some reason.
Yami didn't really know why, Ryou's brown hair looked just fine, now he got stares from people when he walked by, something Yami thought he wouldn't aim for. Then again, some people had mistaken him for a girl. Even guys at school.
"Yami..." The whitette gasped softly, "C-Can we uh.." He looked at Solomon, over his shoulder at the other costumers, and back to Yami, but didn't meet anyone's eyes. Yami caught on quickly.
"Oh, yes, of course, come right this way Ryou," He guided Ryou towards the backdoor, past the living and into the kitchen. He had his pancake mess to clean up. "Pancake?" Yami offered, but the white-haired teen shook his head. "Oh... Is it because I made them? I know they don't look like much..." Yami felt stupid. He thought Ryou would laugh at him for this, but it seemed that he didn't say anything. Something Yami was grateful for.
He began putting things in the dishwasher, and looked up, right into Ryou's solemn face, when another pair of hands began helping him.
"You don't need to do that..." Yami muttered, but the other kept helping.
"I came to you because I didn't know who else to go to..." Ryou suddenly began, "I... I need your help..."
"I see..." Yami nodded as he put the rest of pancakes in the fridge. He felt Yugi tug his hair again, and since Ryou would have to have the ability to look through solid materials, like the fridge's door, Yami slipped a couple of strawberries to the little look-alike.
"Then let's go upstairs, we don't want to have eavesdroppers hear us with all these open doors," Yami continued.
Both silently ascended the stairs, Yami looking over his shoulder as a somewhat distracted Ryou followed him. Once he was upstairs Yami waited for Ryou as the teen stood still for a while. Yami wondered what was lingering on the other's mind. It's nearly seemed as if the whitette wanted to run away.
"Coming?" Apparently, Yami's voice got him out of his thoughts as he looked up.
"Y-Yeah..." He muttered in response as he climbed the stairs and followed Yami to his room.
They sat down on pillows, and Ryou was looking down at the floor.
"Tell me Ryou," Yami asked once they were seated, "What's wrong?"
Ryou raised his hand as if he was about to scratch his head, but instead he pulled out something from his hair. His hands were cupping it protectively, and he met Yami's eyes with nervousness.
"P-Please don't freak out, okay?" Ryou's voice asked hesitantly. Yami quirked an eyebrow upon noticing the teen was trembling all over.
"Okay..." Yami nodded. He figured after meeting Yugi, that nothing could ever catch him by surprise anymore. Was he about to be very wrong.
Ryou was squinting his eyes as he hesitated. He was going to regret this, but he was also going to regret not doing it either way, so he really didn't have a real choice.
The white haired teen exhaled nervously as he revealed what he had been holding. His hands opened up and Ryou could hear an audible gasp and expected Yami to yell or something, but when nothing happened Ryou looked up. Yami was just staring, before looking up at the white haired teen and looking back at what was in his hands.
"T-This i-is Baku..ura..." He stuttered.
Bakura, unlike Yugi who wore white robes and had white feathered wings, was wearing a long black cloak and black little bat wings coming out from under his unused cap. He wore heavy black army boots to finish the whole attire.
Yami couldn't believe it! But... Why did Ryou need his help?
"I have no idea what to do it him! He keeps following me around everywhere!" Ryou explained, panicking. Yami's silence made him only more panic.
"Well it's my job to do so," Bakura mocked, he then looked at Yami and pointed at something above him, "By the way, is that a strawberry in your hair?"
Yami blinked, looked at Ryou, back at Bakura and closed his eyes. He sighed and called, "Yugi?"
He completely confused Ryou. Bakura gasped for some reason.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeesss?" A cheerful little voice asked.
"You can come out now, there's no need in hiding," Yami informed Yugi.
"Okaaayyy!" Yugi plopped his head out of Yami's hair, clutching the strawberry and Ryou gave a startled cry. Bakura's expression became shock when he saw the little angel, and the rest of Yugi's face that wasn't taken in by his huge eyes, was taken by his grin when he too saw Bakura.
"Baku!" Yugi said happily. He slid down Yami's shoulder, and ran across his arm, ignoring Yami's, "ah! Yugi be careful!" And jumping over to Ryou's hand, tackle hugging Bakura. Ryou looked disbelievingly at Yami, "Yami! You DO have one too!" It wasn't surprise in his voice, in fact, he emphasized the 'do'. "Let me guess," Yami began, "Bakura did that to your hair?"
Ryou nodded, admitting his suspicions. "Well then I can see why you came to me..." He rubbed his chin.
In the main time, Yugi and Bakura were whispering, so the taller two couldn't hear them.
"How are the others? What happened?" Yugi asked.
"They're fine. Me And Tokado had a quarrel so I got sort of kicked out after threatening him with knives. You know how much SHE hates sharp objects..." Bakura pouted.
"Yeah, and still she runs around with insulins for some bizarre reason..." Yugi frowned, "Think she's hiding something from us?"
"I don't know... I think Hero would've told us so," Bakura shrugged.
"Yes, you're right, he would, he's quite the spaz," Yugi giggled while he nodded.
"Yugi?" Yami asked. The little angle and devil looked up to meet a confused Yami and Ryou.
"Mind sharing some explanations with us?"
"... Baku is my friend!" Yugi said, sounding as if it explained everything.
"Yes Yugi, we get that, but where did you-" Yami tried to reason.
"He's really nice and he loves dark chocolate! And pudding!" Yugi continued, "But only vanilla," he added quickly. The two taller looked questioningly at Bakura who turned away with closed eyes and held up his arms, shrugging in defeat.
"What can I say? It's delicious!"
"Watch out Ryou," Yami whispered, "Sooner or later you'll be wearing a pink apron because it came down to making the sweet stuff they crave!" He warned the whitette who laughed in response.
"I'll be laughing at you too when it happens," Yami sighed annoyed.
"But... what do we do with school? Are we going to take them with us? Isn't that extremely risky?" Ryou suddenly got back his worry-head personality.
"We'll see," Yami shrugged.
"We'll just have to keep them hidden for now, like we've been doing," He then thought. Ryou nodded.
"Still, Bakura, he..." They looked as how now Bakura and Yugi were playing a clapping game. Yugi humming sweetly as Bakura sang. It was funny to hear someone like Bakura sing, but he did it nonetheless. It went something like...
Milkshake is yummy, with vanilla and strawberry.
Milkshake is yummy, but think of your poor belly!
Quz drinking too much milkshake...
Won't leave any room for cake!
And so on.
"What is it?" Yami asked Ryou.
"He always does things I tell him not to do," Ryou sighed, "And I don't know how to handle him. Yami looked over to Ryou who seemed to be kind of depressed.
"Well," Yami took Ryou's shoulder and turned him around, so their backs were facing Yugi and Bakura.
"If telling Yugi he won't get any sweets because he didn't listen works, maybe it'll work with Bakura?" He whispered.
Ryou hummed, "I'll try."
After a few more clapping games, Ryou had to go home and prepare dinner. Bakura was a bit pouty because he didn't want to leave, but Yugi insisted he'd listen to Ryou, and thus he did.
*pancakes with strawberries and sometimes ice cream, whipped cream, and chocolate ... bedazzlings (chocolate chips?) XD
Yaay! totally cute new story that's been hiding in my docs!
Every chapter will be circa/near 3000 words, So updates might take a bit longer if i already don't have my usual writer's block. Sorry :p Luckily a lot of people are helping me out right now! And I want to say thank you to all of my friends! :) you guys are the best!
I already know what's going to happen next, and oh! the feels! I'll see Yami myself! Yugi, where did he go to?
And someone finds out about Yugi (again)!
hope to see you all next time on Yami's angel! ;)
Miqu out!
