The Time the Spirits Were Left Alone
Warnings: male/male situations, but not a lemon. Violence, evil appliances and much insanity. (YY/Y, YM/S/M, B/R)
"DAMN this infernal device of torture!!!"
Hearing a scream of rage from the kitchen, Yami looked up from his comfortable spot on the couch were he had been reading. The darker halves of Ryou, Yugi, and Malik had been permitted to make their homes at Kaiba's estate while their hikari's and Seto himself were off at a duel monsters conference.
Of course, the spirits had wanted to attend… but they had been flatly refused on the grounds that Yami would undoubtedly get into a spat with Marik or Bakura, Marik liked to mess with the minds of innocents, and that Bakura liked to make things suffer waaaay too much not to be threats at such an event, especially since it involved Duel Monsters.
Marik poked his head into the room from the hallway with a perked eyebrow. "What was that, Pharaoh?" the tanned Egyptian inquired, stepping all the way into the room.
Yami put down his book on ancient Egypt, which was, by the way, mostly inaccurate… and glanced to the kitchen. "It sounded like Bakura," he muttered, standing up and going over to the door to investigate with Marik trailing along behind him, not having anything better to do. When Yami stopped at the door and just stared, Marik raised his other eyebrow and looked into the kitchen before a huge grin split across his face.
Bakura was fighting. With a toaster.
The white-haired spirit had the machine up on the kitchen table, and he had his foot pressed up against the side of the appliance for support as he tried to yank what appeared to be a charred and mutilated spatula out of one of the slots for toast, cursing at the thing in both ancient Egyptian and in a mix of Japanese and English.
Yami would have laughed too if it wasn't so pathetic.
The spirit of the ring, not noticing the other two, grabbed a cleaver from the counter and started trying to chop the toaster to pieces, but succeeded only in getting a nasty cut on his wrist when the blade slipped on the metal.
Bakura let out a howl and then yanked the millennium ring off of his head and started beating the toaster with it, laughing maniacally the entire time. Yami started to move forward, but was pulled back by Marik, who was obviously enjoying the show that Bakura was unknowingly providing.
"That's IT, you piece of crap!"
With that, Bakura seemed to concentrate for a moment. Then the toaster disappeared in a puff of black and purple smoke, much to Yami's dismay. "TAKE THAT!"
Marik couldn't hold it in any more. He burst out laughing and nearly fell over. In fact, he would have, if Yami hadn't been there to hold him up. "You…. Hahaha… you… sent a TOASTER…. to the Shadow Realms!"
Bakura whirled around and saw the other spirits in the doorway. "Er, it was plotting against Yugi," he said, trying to come up with an excuse as he blushed in embarrassment. Yami perked a brow, hiding a smirk. "Really, Bakura?"
The white-haired darker half of Ryou nodded.
"And I suppose the intercom, the lava lamp, and the microwave were conspiring against the world," Marik said with a grin.
Bakura flushed darker and muttered something nasty under his breath about the platinum blond Egyptian. "And I suppose your little argument with the toilet was over Malik or Kaiba, was it?" the tomb robber hissed back, smirking.
Now it was Marik's turn to blush. "How did you…?"
"Security cameras."
"You're watching me in the shower?!"
"Well, I need to watch SOMETHING when Ryou's not around…"
As the two other spirits kept bantering, the Pharaoh was silently relieved that neither of them had brought up his own incident from the other day. He had tried to turn on Kaiba's plasma television, and had ended up sending both it and the remote control to the Shadow Realm. Perhaps they hadn't found out about it yet… hopefully, it would stay that way.
Turning his attention back to the very amusing fight at hand, Yami looked just in time to see the millennium rod and ring brandished. Holding back a curse, he quickly smacked at the hands that held the powerful items, scowling. "Not in Kaiba's mansion, remember?!"
Still red and glaring at Bakura, Marik stomped off, probably to his rooms. Bakura smirked and slipped the ring back over his head and neck, letting it fall onto his chest.
"By the way, Yami, you owe me."
"What? Why?"
"Because I haven't shown Marik my little home video of you with his dear Seto's precious television set."
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AN: I know, I know, it screams for continuation. Originally intended as a stand-alone. Bah. Well, if you guys like it enough to review it, I'll continue it. If not, then just enjoy the reading. J