The Warmth of a Soul
A Lesson in jugging hot sauce

The sun slowly begun to rise, a gentle glow filled the room, the room that me and Bakura shared, through the window by my bed. I didn't want to get up, because he wouldn't be in the kitchen at the table reading the paper and drinking a beer like he was every morning. If I hadn't opened my mouth he would have stayed. Now I would have to pay the price, lose my best friend. A single tear fell down my face. I had no idea how I was going tell Yami and Marik. I know I should happy for Bakura finally becoming an actor, but God how I was going to miss him. There was a knock, the door to my and Bakura's bed room opened. Marik stepped in, "Yo Ryou, get up man, breakfast is ready." He said then left the room after I told him I'd be there in a minute.

"Well Ryou," I spoke to myself, "It's now or never." I got up, ran the brush on my bedside table through my white mane, and walked into the kitchen. As I expected only Marik and Yami were sitting at the table. He was gone, gone forever. The door opened behind me, "Okay guys I got the milk." A voice said as the door closed. I turned as I recognized the voice, my happiness got the better of me, and I ran to him and flung my arms around his neck, which made him stagger back a few steps, "BAKURA!" Tears ran down my cheeks as Bakura's hair tickled my face.

Bakura moved to set the milk on the table near us, he chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms around me, "Shhh, it's okay squirt." He ran a hand through my hair.

"I-I thought you left." I said as my arms moved from his neck to his torso, my face against his chest that was covered with a light blue wife beater. Bakura placed his hands on my shoulders.

"What's he talking about?" Marik asked Yami as he sat on his chair facing the two guys at the door, but the seat of his chair was facing the table.

"I don't know." Yami answered, who just merely turned to face Bakura and Ryou in his chair.

Bakura pushed me back from his chest so he could look at me; I kept my head down out of embarrassment from crying even though they were happy tears. "Ryou look at me." I lifted my face to have my own face staring right back at me. "What makes you think that I would leave?"

"Because you want to be an actor." I answered tears of sadness replaced the ones of happiness, "Just because he's here now doesn't mean he's going to be here later." I thought.

"An actor? Ryou, whatever dream I had of being an actor died years ago." Bakura stated.

I looked at him surprised, "Honestly?"

"Yeah. Besides how could I leave you three knuckle heads?" Bakura grabbed me and rubbed his fist roughly against the top of my head, a nuggy. He let me go with a smile, "I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He ruffled my hair with his hand which made me smile. "Now come on, let's eat before the food gets cold and Marik and Yami decide to blow up the kitchen with the microwave." Bakura smiled a teasing grin at the two Egyptians at the table.

I laughed as I walked after my other self, "Hey!" The Egyptians said, not enjoying the joke.

It was now Saturday, Bakura told me he was staying on Thursday, and since Bakura had Saturday off he hung around the house with Marik, Yami, and me. Earlier this morning me and Marik were playing around and ended up having a popcorn fight. Bakura made us clean up, we were still sweeping up popcorn kernels. Now Bakura and Yami were talking about something in the kitchen, but all me and Marik heard was, "I bet you can't even jug down a bottle of hot sauce." Bakura stated.

"Oh here we go." Marik rolled his eyes we walked into the kitchen.

"Okay you're on." Yami accepted the challenge. Bakura smirked smugely got up, went to the fridge, retrieved two unopen bottles of hot sauce, and sat back down. He slid a bottle across the table to Yami. Each one opened their bottles of hot sauce. "Me first." Bakura took the bottle and jugged the entire thing under a minute and was only affected by it a little bit. Yami looked at him, then at the bottle, he took and began to jug. Marik and I notice an playful evil sneer run across my yami's features. "What's he up to?" I wondered to myself.

Yami didn't make a minute before he lowered the bottle, turned his head, and spit the hot sauce out in spray like way. "OH MY GOD!" For some reason he ran out of the room and into the bath room. We heard the tub faucet turn on, we concluded that he stuck his mouth under it.

Marik couldn't stop laughing, he had to lean on me because he was laughing so hard. "How did you do that Bakura?" I questioned as my yami chuckled, picked up the bottles, got up, and threw Marik's bottle away into the waste basket. He smirked and peeled away the hot sauce label to reveal another one and showed it to me and Marik, "Tomato juice." He said simply with a grin. Marik and I became silent, looked at each other, and busted out laughing, except Marik was laughing even harder than he was before. "Y-You're wrong for that Bakura." I was out of breath because I was laughing so hard. But we shut up when Yami came back into the room. Bakura sighed, his face free of any amusement, his voice even, he placed a hand on Yami's shoulder, "It was tomato juice." He stated simply then walked out of the room. Yami looked at us confused, me and Marik shrugged like we didn't have a clue.

Later on that day, it was seven o'clock, me, Marik, and Yami were watching Signs, Bakura was asleep in our room, he worked second shift on Sundays so he wanted to get as much sleep as he possible could. Suddenly Yami jumped up, "TOMATO JUICE? THAT'S JUST LOW!" Me and Marik looked at him, at each other, then busted out laughed like hyenas. "Dude, you just now figured that out?" Marik laughed.

Bakura's voiced flowed into the room from the bedroom, "Chill out Yami."

To Be Continued...

I couldn't resist the hot suace thing