Eek, I haven't updated this in what feels like months. Sorry about that! *apologies profusely* Here's something to make up for it! :D And thank you so SO much for the reviews so far: Skyward Shadow, scrambled-eggs-at-midnight, gaarafangirl91 and Kazuko-99- you're all awesome! And all the people that favourited etc as well, thank you so much! ;D

I know this is just a short one, and it's mainly just Bakura induced chaos instead of angstshipping, but it amused me and I wanted to publish it! ^^ Plus, I can really imagine something like this happening in Ryou's house.

Very much inspired by something that actually happened to me this morning- what Bakura does... well, lets just say my mum did exactly the same thing!

Enjoy, lovely readers! :D


Ryou woke up to the smell of burning.

Not a particularly pleasant thing to have to deal with at some ridiculous hour of the morning, but one that seemed to happen all too often.

With a groan he rolled out of bed, reluctantly pulling himself away from the warmth of the body that lay next to him.

"What…?" he heard Malik ask groggily, as he stretched and slipped on a baggy T-shirt.

"Sorry," he whispered. "Bakura's doing something stupid again. I'd better go and stop him before he burns the house down."

He leaned over and kissed the other boy briefly. Malik yawned and propped himself up sleepily.

"Come here," he murmured, and pulled on the front of Ryou's T-shirt, tugging him down onto his chest. "I want a proper kiss."

He pressed their lips together in a lingering kiss, wrapping his arms around Ryou and feeling the smaller boy smile. It was just promising to be the sort of kiss that would really wake Malik up, when the distinctive smell of smoke interrupted them.

"Sorry, Malik," Ryou groaned, pulling away. "I'd really better get down there."

Malik grumbled under his breath, and sat up fully. "It's seven o'clock on a Saturday morning, what the hell is he doing?!"

Ryou shook his head as he stood up, smiling wearily. "I'm just hoping that it's not illegal."

"Don't get your hopes up," Malik muttered, as Ryou staggered to the window and slid open the curtains, letting the early morning sunlight filter into the room.

Ryou stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend. "He's no worse than your yami."

"You're forgetting one thing; Marik never gets out of bed before eleven o'clock. I never have problems with him in the morning, unlike your crazy insomniac of a darker half!"

Ryou swatted him on the head, and walked out of the room laughing.

He pattered down the stairs, and swung round the banister into the kitchen, only to find Bakura, dressed like Ryou in a T-shirt and pyjama trousers, standing over the counter swearing furiously, his back turned to Ryou. Ryou watched with dread as a steady stream of smoke wound its way into the air, and coughed slightly to alert the other boy of his presence.

Bakura spun round, a slightly guilty look on his face. "Ah. Morning, Ryou."

Ryou ignored him, instead focusing, horrified, on the lump of melted metal lying forlornly on the counter that Bakura had been hiding.

"What is that?" he asked, through gritted teeth.

Bakura ran an agitated hand through his hair, making it stand up even more. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed, with purple bags under his eyes and his hair tousled. "That is the new saucepan."

Ryou shot him an incredulous look. "No, my new saucepan was a nice, new, saucepan shaped cooking utensil. That is a lump of melted metal."

"Yeah… I may have done something slightly stupid."

Ryou scowled darkly. "What happened?"

Bakura hesitated. "Okay, just don't yell. Your voice goes all high-pitched when you yell and it's way too early for that."

"What. Happened?" Ryou growled.

"Well… I put some water on to boil in it yesterday evening- I was going to make some spaghetti- I filled it up, put it on the stove, turned the gas on and everything. But then Marik turned up, and we ended up watching a horror movie marathon until we fell asleep at about one in the morning on the sofa, by which time I'd completely forgotten about the saucepan… And then I wake up to the smell of burning and this-" he gestured helplessly at the counter- "had happened."

Ryou gazed in weary horror at the mess. "Bakura, do you not know what happens when you leave a saucepan full of water boiling on the stove for too long?"

Bakura shrugged, watching the other boy warily as if preparing for the high-pitched angry screams that he was sure were looming in the not-so-distant future.

"It boils dry- all the water evaporates. And then can you guess what happens?!" Ryou continued, exasperatedly.

"I'd say it starts to melt," a casual voice interrupted from behind him, and Ryou turned to see Marik leaning against the doorframe eyeing the gently smoking blob (there was really no other way to describe it) with interest. "Bakura, your knack with modern day technology never ceases to amaze me. Isn't that the seventh household appliance you've destroyed?"

"More like the fifty-fourth," Malik interjected, pushing past Marik as he made his way into the kitchen with a yawn.

Marik smirked. "Oh, I was just talking about so far this year."

Bakura scowled, flushing a dark red. "Well, how was I supposed to know that it would do that?!"

Marik shrugged, rooting through a cupboard. "Common sense? Hey, Ryou, where do you keep your coffee? If I'm going to be woken up by some moron melting saucepans this early in the morning, then I'm going to need coffee."

Ryou groaned mentally, and remembered mournfully the days when he hadn't had to virtually share his house with three other boys, two of which seemed hell bent on destroying it.

When the phone hadn't been constantly ringing with complaints about something his yami had done (Ryou was now on first-name terms with most of the Domino Police department).

When he hadn't had to deal with Bakura's rocky relationship with Atemu (ie. massive arguments and constant break-ups- which ended after about twenty minutes- that always seemed to happen in Ryou's front room and disturb all the neighbours).

When life had been sane.

But then again, life had been awfully boring back then.

And as he listened to Marik and Bakura bickering and watched Malik flash him a tired grin as he poured out some juice, he resigned himself to the fact that his life was always going to be pretty crazy and that though he'd never admit it, he wouldn't change it for the world.

(Even if it did mean having to wake up to the smell of burning once in a while.)


Aw. Why does my humour always become fluff at the end of my stories? Hmm... that's an interesting one...

Yeah, my mum did exactly that- except that she melted a kettle instead of a saucepan. It was absolutely hilarious, and it just made me think of something that Bakura might do! XD!

Thanks for reading! :D

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