CHAPTER 4: OMELETS

Yami pulled into their driveway and opened the door. Tristan and Joey were watching themselves on TV ("My hair is cooler!" "No! Mine!"). Yami went into the kitchen and pulled food out of the refrigerator. He had been chosen the natural leader of the group through process of elimination: Joey, Tristan and Téa were too annoying, Seto didn't really care, Yugi and Ryou were too timid and indecisive, and Bakura was too sadistic.

"It highly amuses me to see the mighty Pharaoh making omelets for lunch," Bakura said from the kitchen doorway.

"Great to see you too, Bakura," Yami said without turning around. He absently added a little salt to the omelet.

"Don't be sarcastic. You're too nice for it." Bakura made a grab for the first omelet on a plate. Yami snatched it and held it above his head, out of the shorter Bakura's reach.

"If you're going to insult my omelet-making," Yami said, shaking some pepper into the pan, "then you don't get one."

Bakura glared.

"So," he said, changing the subject and waiting for the next chance to raid the stove (he was a tomb raider, after all), "What should we do about Pegasus and Téa?"

Yami handed the omelet to Seto (who had just entered) with a pointed look at Bakura. "Why don't you let them stay together? It would get rid of Téa, and that way we won't have to throw her off a cliff like we'd end up doing eventually."

"Good point," Seto said. "Why don't we buy them a one-way ticket to Australia or someplace?"

"OK, that's fine," Yami said, handing an omelet on a plate to Bakura, "but you can pay for it. I paid for the car." Yami put another omelet on a plate and handed it to Ryou, who had just entered.

"Thanks, Yami," Ryou said. "Oh, watch out for Mokuba."

Bakura was adding chili powder to his omelet. "Mokuba?"

Ryou grinned. "Yes, he's been practicing puppy eyes. Here they come now," he added, pointing toward Yugi and Mokuba, who had just arrived.

"We are going to use up all the eggs in the country at this rate," Yami said as he handed a plate to Yugi.

"Can I have one?" Mokuba asked, doing puppy eyes.

"I thought you weren't going to do that," Seto said in annoyance.

Mokuba laughed and took the next omelet coming off the stove. After some discussion, they decided not to feed Joey and Tristan dog food. Dry cereal would suffice.

Yami made a last omelet and turned the stove off. They went outside and sat down. Joey and Tristan called from inside, "Hey, where's ours?"

"Look in the garden," Seto said with a grin. Yami smiled evilly.

"Um, OK, dude," Joey said as the two guys walked into the garden.

Moments later, they left shrieking, followed by very large wasps.

"Nice one, Seto," Bakura said. "I knew putting those there was a good idea."

Ryou looked shocked.

"Ryou," Bakura lectured, "It is always good to do evil things like this once in a while. It maintains the evil image, you see."

Seto and Yami grinned and watched Joey and Tristan run yelling around the yard.

"Um, Seto," Yami said, "Who's going to do the gardening?"

"They are," Seto said, gesturing vaguely with one hand toward the running Joey and Tristan.

Yami stood up. "I'd better get some shopping done. We don't have any eggs left."

"I'll come," Seto offered, standing. "I might keep you out of trouble - although, on second thought."

Yami gave him a look and walked toward the car.

"Wait for me," Ryou said, running over. "Anything to be away from them," he added in a lower voice, pointing at Joey and Tristan.

"I'll stay here," Bakura said. "Someone has to keep an eye on the dogs."

Seto grinned.

The three set out for the grocery store.

Alas, they had no idea of the fate that awaited them.