oos: Sorry it's been so long! Lol, I've completely forgotten this but:
Disclaimer: I don't own Bakura or Ryou! Only Baka! (BTW: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, so kawaiiiiiiiiii! :D)
Potty Training
"Damn b*tch," Bakura hissed to the sleeping puppy in his arms and tip-toed cat-like into his apartment before realizing Ryou was gone.
"Duh." he said outloud and woke Baka. She wagged her tail and jumped out of his arms. "Hey, where are you going?" the yami cried and followed the moving form into the kitchen.
"Woof!" Baka barked once and sat down on the floor, looking up at him.
"What the-" Bakura broke off as he looked at where she was sitting. "Awww, hell no....." he muttered as a puddle of yellow spread out from beneath her.
"Bad! Bad Baka!" Bakura tried, and Baka seemed to smirk at him. She started to trot out of the kitchen.
"Shit, you're not going anywhere!" He blocked the doorway with his feet. "If you're going to defile my house, at least do it on tile. Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean liquid out of a rug?"
Suddenly, the yami realized he was speaking with a puppy.
"F*ckin' hell!" he cursed angrily and stomped off to the closet to retrieve a baby gate that Ryou used when his little cousins were over. Bakura set up the gate and Baka peered through the wire, giving him a sad look.
"Don't look at me like that!" he warned. "If you're going to- ew." Bakura ended as he watched her with evident repulsion written all over his face.
"Great. First you go and pee all over the floor, now you go and crap on it!" he shrieked. Baka wagged her tail happily.
"This could not get any worse...." moaned Bakura. A minute passed by in silence as the spirit attempted to decide what to do. Finally, he stood with a sigh and leapt agilly over the baby gate. He edged around the mess, utterly disgusted with the whole business, and retrieved some paper towels.
Then, while holding his nose, Bakura proceded to clean up the mess.
*Half an hour later*
"Whew!" said Bakura, flopping down on the couch. "I never thought something that could look so CUTE could be so DISGUSTING!" He yelled the words toward the kitchen where Baka was still stationed.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm......" she whined pathetically, and Bakura was surprised to feel a small tug on his heart.
It was a new feeling to him, this wanting to 'help' business.
"Baka!" he snarled. "Silence!"
"Hmmmmmmmmmm!" she whimpered again and Bakura reluctantly walked over to the baby gate.
"What?!?" he questioned irritably. Baka reared onto her hind legs and put her front paws on the gate. It fell over with a crash.
"Damn!" cursed Bakura. *Must not have put that on too securely....*
Her tail wagging, Baka raced to Bakura's room.
"Come back here!" the tomb robber shouted, chasing after her. Baka pushed open the door with her nose and jumped onto the bed, barking in excitement.
"You-" Bakura started. He was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. "Stay here." he growled to the puppy and she gave a small yip in reply. He rolled his eyes and ran to the door.
"Coming, coming....." the yami murmured as he undid the locks. Who could be here at this hour?
Finally, he opened the door to a short, squat man with fiery red hair. "Keep it down!" the man snarled. Bakura's eye twitched and he closed the door behind him.
"Make me." he spat in the guy's face. The man made a sound that was evidently supposed to pass as a war-cry and lunged at Bakura.
The yami easily dodged the attack and caught the man around the neck. He struggled, gasping and choking for lack of air. Bakura held him tight for a while, looking almost bored, until the man stopped moving.
"It's about time!" Bakura huffed, dropping the unconcious body and stomping back into his apartment. He slammed the door behind him and took a few deep breaths.
He gradually became aware of a soft, whispy sound. "Whist.... wee..... whist..... wee.... whist.... wee..." *What the f*ck?* the spirit thought, wide-eyed. Then he realized it's cause.
"Baka...." he breathed and stole his way across the hallway, opening the door and entering in the same stride. On his pillow lay the puppy, snuggled deep into the cushiony fabric. Her ear was flopped backwards and tail curled around her body in sleep.
Bakura stood staring in shock before dissolving into chuckles. *The nerve!* he thought, amused, before taking off his clothes and changing into a fresh pair of boxers (Aithril: *_*).
He crawled onto the bed and pushed her off the pillow. Baka gave a low groan of protest, but stretched out on one half of the bed. Bakura grinned and laid his head on the pillow.
*What a b*tch....* was his last thought before he drifted off to sleep.
oos: Heh, Baka's so kawaii! She's modeled after my puppy, Angel of the Dawn, who's not really an Angel after all. Lol, I hope you're enjoying the story. Please review review review! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Bakura or Ryou! Only Baka! (BTW: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, so kawaiiiiiiiiii! :D)
Potty Training
"Damn b*tch," Bakura hissed to the sleeping puppy in his arms and tip-toed cat-like into his apartment before realizing Ryou was gone.
"Duh." he said outloud and woke Baka. She wagged her tail and jumped out of his arms. "Hey, where are you going?" the yami cried and followed the moving form into the kitchen.
"Woof!" Baka barked once and sat down on the floor, looking up at him.
"What the-" Bakura broke off as he looked at where she was sitting. "Awww, hell no....." he muttered as a puddle of yellow spread out from beneath her.
"Bad! Bad Baka!" Bakura tried, and Baka seemed to smirk at him. She started to trot out of the kitchen.
"Shit, you're not going anywhere!" He blocked the doorway with his feet. "If you're going to defile my house, at least do it on tile. Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean liquid out of a rug?"
Suddenly, the yami realized he was speaking with a puppy.
"F*ckin' hell!" he cursed angrily and stomped off to the closet to retrieve a baby gate that Ryou used when his little cousins were over. Bakura set up the gate and Baka peered through the wire, giving him a sad look.
"Don't look at me like that!" he warned. "If you're going to- ew." Bakura ended as he watched her with evident repulsion written all over his face.
"Great. First you go and pee all over the floor, now you go and crap on it!" he shrieked. Baka wagged her tail happily.
"This could not get any worse...." moaned Bakura. A minute passed by in silence as the spirit attempted to decide what to do. Finally, he stood with a sigh and leapt agilly over the baby gate. He edged around the mess, utterly disgusted with the whole business, and retrieved some paper towels.
Then, while holding his nose, Bakura proceded to clean up the mess.
*Half an hour later*
"Whew!" said Bakura, flopping down on the couch. "I never thought something that could look so CUTE could be so DISGUSTING!" He yelled the words toward the kitchen where Baka was still stationed.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm......" she whined pathetically, and Bakura was surprised to feel a small tug on his heart.
It was a new feeling to him, this wanting to 'help' business.
"Baka!" he snarled. "Silence!"
"Hmmmmmmmmmm!" she whimpered again and Bakura reluctantly walked over to the baby gate.
"What?!?" he questioned irritably. Baka reared onto her hind legs and put her front paws on the gate. It fell over with a crash.
"Damn!" cursed Bakura. *Must not have put that on too securely....*
Her tail wagging, Baka raced to Bakura's room.
"Come back here!" the tomb robber shouted, chasing after her. Baka pushed open the door with her nose and jumped onto the bed, barking in excitement.
"You-" Bakura started. He was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. "Stay here." he growled to the puppy and she gave a small yip in reply. He rolled his eyes and ran to the door.
"Coming, coming....." the yami murmured as he undid the locks. Who could be here at this hour?
Finally, he opened the door to a short, squat man with fiery red hair. "Keep it down!" the man snarled. Bakura's eye twitched and he closed the door behind him.
"Make me." he spat in the guy's face. The man made a sound that was evidently supposed to pass as a war-cry and lunged at Bakura.
The yami easily dodged the attack and caught the man around the neck. He struggled, gasping and choking for lack of air. Bakura held him tight for a while, looking almost bored, until the man stopped moving.
"It's about time!" Bakura huffed, dropping the unconcious body and stomping back into his apartment. He slammed the door behind him and took a few deep breaths.
He gradually became aware of a soft, whispy sound. "Whist.... wee..... whist..... wee.... whist.... wee..." *What the f*ck?* the spirit thought, wide-eyed. Then he realized it's cause.
"Baka...." he breathed and stole his way across the hallway, opening the door and entering in the same stride. On his pillow lay the puppy, snuggled deep into the cushiony fabric. Her ear was flopped backwards and tail curled around her body in sleep.
Bakura stood staring in shock before dissolving into chuckles. *The nerve!* he thought, amused, before taking off his clothes and changing into a fresh pair of boxers (Aithril: *_*).
He crawled onto the bed and pushed her off the pillow. Baka gave a low groan of protest, but stretched out on one half of the bed. Bakura grinned and laid his head on the pillow.
*What a b*tch....* was his last thought before he drifted off to sleep.
oos: Heh, Baka's so kawaii! She's modeled after my puppy, Angel of the Dawn, who's not really an Angel after all. Lol, I hope you're enjoying the story. Please review review review! :D