Bakura was lying on the couch in the living room, zapping away. There was nothing on…he was bored out of his mind. Sigh. He turned his head to the kitchen, when he heard a faint noise. His tomb robber instinct kicking in he listened with his head against the door. It sounded like humming… no more like singing. But Ryou didn't sing and this didn't sound like Ryou's voice at all. It sounded to angelic to be Ryou. He listened on and could catch some words.
Your my bit-bit-bittersweet
Sweet sweet bittersweet
Not sour or salt but
Bittersweet
Taste of chocolate
Taste of wine
Bittersweet
And totally mine
Your my bit-bit-bittersweet
Sweet sweet bittersweet
Not sour or salt but
Bittersweet
Tears are salt
Fakes are sour
But you don't
Cry salt to mourn
Your my bit-bit-bittersweet
Sweet sweet bittersweet
Not sour or salt but
Bittersweet
Bitter are bad memories
Innocently sweet
I see both in your eyes
When our glances meet
Your my bit-bit-bittersweet
Sweet sweet bittersweet
Not sour or salt but
Bittersweet
Never thought of it
But bitter and sweet
One makes
The other complete
Sweet, sweet----
The door of the kitchen was opened and Bakura who was listening intently, leaning with his head against the door, fell forwards. Shooting up from his place on the ground immediately, getting in fighting stage. He looked at the intruder, to see Ryou…
"Hehehe I thought I heard a burglar." Apologized Bakura.
"Oh," said Ryou, "Would you like a piece of chocolate cake, I just made one, so there is plenty to share."
Bakura's mind went automatically blank, he instantly forgot everything about the mysterious voice. And instead thought of chocolate cake, Ryou certainly was a great cook. He nodded and followed his light in the kitchen, grin on his face. Bit-bit bittersweet…