"….. DAMMIT!" Ryou slowly opened his eyes, listening to the various profanities being spewed in both English and Egyptian. What a wonderful way to start your day. When Ryou looked at the clock, it read 5:30 AM. Slowly Ryou got out of his bed, fists clenched by his side. 'FIVE FUCKIN THIRTY IN THE MORNING,' he thought, slowly heading downstairs, ready to kill the morons that had woken him up. The poor fools had no idea what they had unleashed.
Meanwhile, the two yami's were busy trying to cook themselves some pizza for breakfast. Marik was sitting at the dining room table, drinking coffee and watching CSI on TV. He was also the first one to see Ryou. His eyes got wide, and he quickly turned off the TV, and dashed out onto the snowy deck, coffee still in hand. He watched in terror as Ryou walked past, then let out a sigh of relief. Then he realized he'd locked himself outside. In his pajamas. 'Oh shit.'
"Melvin, you're supposed to take the plastic rap off the pizza BEFORE you cook it, you moron!" Bakura shouted, coughing as smoke flew from the oven.
"Ya know, it's things like that they should put on the box," Melvin complained, removing the shrink wrapped and burnt pizza from the oven, setting it on the table.
"It IS on the box. IN BOLD RED LETTERS!" Bakura exploded, pointing to the box, the bold red words reading: 'REMOVE RAP FROM PIZZA BEFORE COOKING.' Melvin sweat dropped.
"Well, er…. oh shit." Melvin said quietly, looking behind Bakura like Satan himself was there. Bakura turned, and quickly paled. Satan would have been a pleasant surprise compared to this. Ryou was standing there, still in his pajamas, waves of killing intent practically rolling off of him. Nobody spoke. Both yami's appeared to have stopped breathing.
"What time is it?" Ryou asked quietly, breaking the silence. Melvin had taken cover behind Bakura, who was slowly backing away from the furious hikari.
"Ummm, 5:40?" Melvin weakly replied, still trying to use Bakura as a human shield.
"Exactly. Now WHAT in the WORLD were you two COMPLETE IDIOTS DOING at FIVE FUCKING THIRTY IN THE MORNING that caused so much DAMN NOISE and WOKE ME UP EARLY!" Ryou finished shouting, eyes flashing dangerously.
Both the yami's had their backs to the wall, eyes wide and terrified. Evil Ryou had come out to play, and last time it had resulted in the two being forced to live in the baseball dugouts at the local park for three weeks.
"Making pizza?" they both answered, their voices coming out slightly higher than usual. As expected, the shouting began and all hell broke loose.
Marik frantically tried to open the door, but it was locked from the inside as he heard Ryou shouting, he knew that Bakura and Melvin had been unable to escape his wrath. Sighing, he shivered, knowing that nobody inside would be able to hear him, since Ryou was busy screaming his lungs out. Sighing again, he sat on a chair, drinking his coffee, wondering how to get back inside. Looking up, he saw that a window had been left unlocked. But how was he gonna reach it when it was a floor higher than he was? Looking out over the balcony, he noticed a tall tree that grew high enough to where it's branches reached the window. Reaching out, he pulled himself out onto a branch. Marik then slowly made his way up the tree, towards the window. Sadly, that was when the branch he was on snapped, sending him spiraling 10 feet straight down. 'Damn, what a way to die,' Marik thought, watching branches pass by. 'This is gonna hurt,' he thought, bracing himself.
Instead of dying, he landed head first into a snowdrift, his upper body stuck in snow, his legs sticking up in the air. Dammit.
After Ryou had screamed for a while, he went back to bed, trying to salvage sleep. Bakura and Melvin, however, decided that for their safety, they had better get out of the house for a while.
"Will he be mad at us for the rest of the vacation?" Melvin asked, unsure if it would be smart to EVER return. Bakura shook his head.
"Nah, he'll either get over it within a day or just not remember. He was still half asleep, after all."
"THAT was HALF ASLEEP? What happens when he's FULLY AWAKE?" Melvin exclaimed, looking incredulous. Bakura shuddered.
"His aim is better. Hey, isn't that your hikari in the snow?" Bakura asked, pointing to a pair of struggling legs.
"Why yes, I believe it is," Melvin said, smirking as he yanked his hikari out of the deep snow. Marik was shivering, his face red from the cold. "Come on Marik, we're going to town!" he declared, smirking at Marik.
"W-w-why?" Marik asked, teeth chattering. "Ryou," Melvin replied simply.
As they loaded into the car, Marik and Bakura in front, Melvin complaining and whining in the back, Bakura asked, "So how did you end up in that snowdrift, Marik?" As Marik explained, the other two burst into laughter. When it died away (after about an hour), Melvin said, "You do know you push the door to get in, right?"
Marik was cursing worse than Bakura and Melvin had for the rest of the trip.
(Wow, I actually managed to get something done! I've been busy babysitting the devil's spawn... I mean my little cousins. Apparently, to them, my sole purpose in life is to play with them. I've walked MILES in 100-109 temperatures, had my WALL drawn on, and my Ipod hidden only once, cause I will KILL for my Ipod. Not much happened in this chapter, but I promise the next update will be better, and MAYBE I'll finally find some form of plot! I'm seriously just writing down whatever comes to mind XD. Now a word from the characters.
Bakura: WHY ARE WE IN ALASK- *is duct taped*
Me: Stupid questions will not be tolerated.
Ryou: Zzzzz...
Me: Awww, don't he look so innocent?
Melvin: He is anything BUT innocent...
Marik: Seriously? You had me FALL out of a TREE?
Melvin: At least she didn't try to burn you alive...
Me: Flamers and people that are rude shall be fed to wolves! Bye ^-^!
Everyone: O.o...)