Rating: PG
Character(s): Bakura, Ryou. Maybe slight shippyness.
Words: 206
Notes: The mighty Thief King is brought to his knees…or, at least the sink. Don't own yugioh, or any of the characters. I make no money from this.
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Bakura didn't understand it.
He was Touzoku-Ou, the mighty Thief King. People feared him. Back in ancient Egypt, he'd been awed and revered, there wasn't a time he didn't get what he wanted.
"Don't pout Bakura, you live here to, you can at least help out around the house once in a while." Ryou said as he wiped the counter down.
"I'm not pouting." He wasn't pouting. Thief Kings don't pout. They fume. He directed his best glare at his lighter half.
In Egypt, when he glared, people cowered.
Ryou laughed.
"Just make sure you wash the glasses first, and the pans last. You don't want to make the water greasy." Ryou brushed some crumbs into the garbage, and turned to leave the room. A few minutes later he heard the vacuum going.
It didn't make sense.
If he was the fearful Thief King, how had this mere mortal boy reduced him to washing dishes?
Glaring his hardest at the sink full of soapy water in front of him, he delved his hands in grabbing the sponge, and a plate.
"I'm scary, dammit."
'Of course you are,' Ryou sent across their link. 'Now clean those dishes.'
So Bakura washed them, all the while fuming, not pouting.
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