Phase 1 Disclaimer: If I keep writing this, I'm going to get cramps, and not update, so for the sake of all you people, I'm going to just put see ch. 1. Okies? Thanks to the people who have reviewed. I'm glad you think it's funny, and I'll update as often as I can. To tell you the truth, I wrote the entire story before this in one day, and it was all because of you lovely peoples. Keep 'em comin! *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Bakura was on the floor of his room for nearly all of the next day. It was hard as hell to pull mushy carrots out of a white, carpeted floor without leaving some orange, but he finally got most of it out. Well, to Ryou's satisfaction, anyway. He also had to clean up a mega sized dropping of the fleas, but it wasn't that hard. He put a little carrot on it, and soon, you couldn't even see it. After he was done, he went downstairs to the kitchen to heat up leftover stew, but Ryou looked at Bakura and told him to go take a shower, because he was not handling food in his condition.

While Bakura was in the shower, he was thinking to himself. So much so, that he didn't have the mental capacity left to rinse his hair out, and he had to get back in the shower after the blow dryer left his hair a matted mess. But the important thing is what he was thinking about. He had been thinking about it all while he was cleaning the carrot, and he had had dreams about it the previous night. Why in God's name did he hug Ryou? He kept trying to dismiss it with him getting brainwashed by Barney, which he hadn't seen since the taking of the picture. This pissed him off. He was forgetting the words to the songs. But his mind wouldn't let him do that. It kept coming to the conclusion that Bakura actually cared for Ryou, and it wouldn't stop until Bakura himself realized that. Once he was done, he went downstairs again, and by this time, it was already eight. He went into the kitchen, and saw Ryou standing there, with a sweeter than sugar smile, holding up the "Kiss the Cook" apron. At this, Bakura shouted at himself. How can you care for a boy whose making you do humiliating things with blackmail?! You stupid, soft, fucking retard! After his mental self-bashing moment, be grabbed the apron, and put it on inside out. Ryou shook his head, retaining the smile the whole time. Bakura made a very obvious exasperated noise, and turned it around. Ryou smiled even wider, and left the kitchen. Bakura pulled out the stew, and put some into two bowels, and stuck them in the microwave. See, he still didn't have much common sense, and he forgot to cover the bowls. He heard an explosion from the microwave, and went to see what happened. A large bubble of liquid had popped, making the whole inside of the microwave brown. He pulled out the bowls, wiped them off, and set them on the table. Ryou was again sitting in front of the couch, flipping through channels. He stopped, though, at the news right before the barney station. Bakura cleaned out the microwave, which took some time, and when he was done, there were little dots of brown at the ends of his silvery bangs. Shit. I need another shower. He was talking to himself again. When he was done, the stew was incredibly still warm. He put his hand in his pocket, and pulled out a little glass beaker. He opened it, and dumped it's contents in Ryou's stew. He gave the bowl to Ryou, who complimented on the texture, now the carrots were gone. Phase 1 of my plan, done, Bakura thought, while watching Ryou eat the stew. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Better, Worse, You tell me! Please R&R!