(A.N.) I wrote this nearly a year ago and never got around to actually posting it. Here 'tis!

Bakura and Ryou pulled into the parking lot of the ski resort. It was snowing buckets, but they had driven all the way here, they were going to ski. The went down a few slopes together, but eventually Bakura got the itch to risk his neck on double black diamonds and Ryou wanted no part in that, so they split up. Ryou skied a few green slopes before getting bored and riding the lift up to the more difficult blue slopes. He started out cautiously, skiing horizontally across the slope in big swoops, but gained more confidence as he went and was soon blazing down the slope… right into a snow drift.

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"Where the hell is he? We were supposed to meet an hour ago!" Bakura was losing patience; he had appeared at the lodge at one 'o'clock as agreed. Ryou, however, had yet to appear and it was well past two. "I'm going to look for him. I swear, if no bones are broken they will be!"

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Ryou was having trouble with his skis. It had taken him half an hour to escape the enormous snow drift and for some reason he couldn't get his skis to attach to his boots again. At first, he had thought that it was because he was on a slope, so to fix this he walked downhill for a ways only to trip and roll halfway down the slope before stopping himself. Now he was frantically trying to get his skis on, the slope still wasn't level (though he was beginning to think that that wasn't the problem, maybe fate just hated him), and his watch just kept reminding him that he was now nearly two hours late to meet Bakura. He was dead, and on the verge of tears with frustration. His boot slipped in an attempt to force it into the ski. He toppled to the ground, sniffling with tears.

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Bakura had searched every green slope on the mountain and there was no sign of Ryou. He was starting to get very worried. Moving on to blue slopes, he checked three with no luck, but on the fourth there was a little blob towards the bottom. He skied towards it, and found that it was his blob. Ryou was sitting in the snow, both skis off, crying and trying to wipe the tears away with a glove (which was completely ineffective as the gloves were waterproof.)

He sat down facing Ryou and studied him, looking for cuts or bruises, or limbs bent the wrong way. He felt oddly relieved to find none.

"You okay?" He asked this almost kindly for how furious he was. Honestly, Ryou had a cell phone, and their minds happened to be linked. It wasn't like Ryou couldn't have just told him he was stuck and needed help. But Ryou had switched the cell phone off, and closed the mind link, if he wasn't in some way hurt, Bakura was going to be severely pissed.

Ryou nodded to the question, Bakura stood up and offered a hand which Ryou took.

"Show me the bottoms of your boots." Ryou just blinked. "Now would be a good time!" Ryou stood awkwardly on one foot to show him his boots. They were caked with snow. Bakura just shook his head, scraped the snow off for him and said "now try." Ryou put his boot into the ski. It clicked. He looked a little bit shocked, but held out his other boot to be scraped. If Bakura was helping this much he must be really impatient to get back home. As they set off down the mountain, Bakura cuffed him in the back of the head.

"You idiot. Try calling next time. Don't worry me like that again." 'Huh.' Ryou had been wrong about him again. Figures.

(A.N.) In case you were wondering, almost that exact thing happened to me while I was skiing, but my skis wound up off in an entirely more stupid way. If you're incredibly curious about exactly what happened (I doubt it) review and ask me. (incentive!)