Updateyness. I was in a hyper mood so, yeah...
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, the song used in this, or Christmas. Or peanut butter.
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Christmas was about! The season of merriness and mistletoe and presents!
In the livingroom of Ryou Bakura's house, the psychotic yami was decorating, his light running around hurriedly, making sure nothing broke.
"On the first day of Christmas, my hikari gave to me... a turkey in a hair tree! On the second day of Christmas, my hikari gave to me... two hurtle gloves, and a turkey in a rare tree!" Yami Bakura sang enthusiastically, twirling around with the tinsle, simultaneously tangling himself in it.
"Bakura! Stop that! You're going to ruin it, or hurt yourself!" Ryou yelled hysterically, running over to the psychotic spirit, pulling the tinsle away from him. Bakura ignored him and continued skipping around the house, singing his revised edition of the 12 Days of Christmas.
"On the third day of Christmas, my hikari gave to me... three bench pens, two hurtle gloves, and quirky chin the spare pea! On the fourth day of Christmas, my hikari gave to me..." he paused to think for a while, before continuing his corrupt song. "Four falling words, three wench nuns, two hurtle gloves, and quirky chin the spare three!"
"BAKURA! SHUT UP!" Ryou yelled, sitting down on the floor. He leaned against the wall, massaging his temples. "Just... just shut up..."
"Whhhyyy?" Bakura whined, skipping over to Ryou. He grinned and squatted, eyeing Ryou curiously. "Poor little Ryoukins!" Ryou glared, before tilting his head back and banging it against the wall.
"I," Bang. "Hate," Bang. "My," Bang. "LIFE!" He screamed and stood up, fisting his hands in his hair and closing his eyes tight. His eyes shot open as Bakura hugged him, grinning psychotically.
"My poor little Ryoukiiins!" He sang, grabbing Ryou's hands and pulling him along to the Christmas tree, which was put up by Bakura. Unsurprisingly, it was dangerously close to falling over.
"Bakura. Don't touch me. Go... go frost the cookies or something..." he realized what a mistake it probably was to put Bakura in charge of frosting the cookies, but right now, he didn't really care. Bakura grinned and clapped his hands together excitedly before bouncing off into the kitchen. Ryou growled and ran a hand through his hair before pulling a hairband from around his wrist, putting his hair up into a messy ponytail. He adjusted the Christmas tree so that it wasn't dangerously close to falling over and killing someone, and began to decorate it carefully, hoping that Bakura wouldn't come into the livingroom. "I'm cursed," he mumbled, as Bakura skipped back into the livingroom.
"Where's the frosting?"
"In the fridge,"
"Oh. Okay," And Bakura left. Ryou walked over to the livingroom door. He closed and locked it, sighing angrily before walking back over to the tree. He finished decorating it, and walked over to the box with other decorations. When he was satisfied with the livingroom, he unlocked the door and flung himself down onto the couch. Bakura, ecstatic that the door had been unlocked, ran into the room and jumped on top of Ryou. The unlucky boy beneath Bakura squeaked and cracked an eye open to peer at Bakura, annoyed.
"Get off of me,"
"You're comfy,"
"So is that armchair,"
"But it doesn't hug back!"
"Neither do I," Ryou growled, both eyes open, narrowed in a glare.
"True..." Bakura muttered. He paused, tapping a finger against his chin as if he were thinking.
"I don't like that look,"
"PEANUT BUTTER!" Bakura yelled, grinning insanely as he jumped up and darted back into the kitchen.
"...shit. Not again. NO!" Ryou yelled, running after Bakura. But alas, as he arrived at the kitchen, it was too late. Bakura was... he was... what the hell was he DOING? "Bakura...?" he questioned cautiously, grabbing a pan from the counter to defend himself with. Bakura had the container of peanut butter on the table, and he was... spreading it on something. Whenever Ryou tried to look, Bakura shifted so Ryou couldn't see. "What are you doing?!" Ryou asked, voice squeaking a little.
"Nothing, oh dearest Ryou, nothing at all!" His voice was a bit too innocent-sounding, making him more suspicious sounding than he had before. Even though he didn't say anything. Which made Ryou question his OWN sanity. 'Maybe I'm hearing things?!' one of the voices in his head said. 'Nonsense! Of course he's not hearing things! He's just tired,' a second voice said. 'Yeah! And exhausted!' Ryou blinked.
"I'm hearing VOICES!" he yelled suddenly. Bakura blinked and looked over at him, pulling the peanut butter coated fish. Peanut butter coated WHOLE fish, unscaled and uncut, by the tail, off the counter. Ryou glanced at the fish before groaning and fainting onto the floor.
"I wonder what's wrong with him...?" Bakura muttered, glancing at the fish. He shrugged and put the fish on the counter, pulling a stool up and sitting on it. He grabbed a fork and knife and ate it.
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Er... Bakura's demented. Very demented. I can't believe I actually updated! Yaaaaay!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, the song used in this, or Christmas. Or peanut butter.
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Christmas was about! The season of merriness and mistletoe and presents!
In the livingroom of Ryou Bakura's house, the psychotic yami was decorating, his light running around hurriedly, making sure nothing broke.
"On the first day of Christmas, my hikari gave to me... a turkey in a hair tree! On the second day of Christmas, my hikari gave to me... two hurtle gloves, and a turkey in a rare tree!" Yami Bakura sang enthusiastically, twirling around with the tinsle, simultaneously tangling himself in it.
"Bakura! Stop that! You're going to ruin it, or hurt yourself!" Ryou yelled hysterically, running over to the psychotic spirit, pulling the tinsle away from him. Bakura ignored him and continued skipping around the house, singing his revised edition of the 12 Days of Christmas.
"On the third day of Christmas, my hikari gave to me... three bench pens, two hurtle gloves, and quirky chin the spare pea! On the fourth day of Christmas, my hikari gave to me..." he paused to think for a while, before continuing his corrupt song. "Four falling words, three wench nuns, two hurtle gloves, and quirky chin the spare three!"
"BAKURA! SHUT UP!" Ryou yelled, sitting down on the floor. He leaned against the wall, massaging his temples. "Just... just shut up..."
"Whhhyyy?" Bakura whined, skipping over to Ryou. He grinned and squatted, eyeing Ryou curiously. "Poor little Ryoukins!" Ryou glared, before tilting his head back and banging it against the wall.
"I," Bang. "Hate," Bang. "My," Bang. "LIFE!" He screamed and stood up, fisting his hands in his hair and closing his eyes tight. His eyes shot open as Bakura hugged him, grinning psychotically.
"My poor little Ryoukiiins!" He sang, grabbing Ryou's hands and pulling him along to the Christmas tree, which was put up by Bakura. Unsurprisingly, it was dangerously close to falling over.
"Bakura. Don't touch me. Go... go frost the cookies or something..." he realized what a mistake it probably was to put Bakura in charge of frosting the cookies, but right now, he didn't really care. Bakura grinned and clapped his hands together excitedly before bouncing off into the kitchen. Ryou growled and ran a hand through his hair before pulling a hairband from around his wrist, putting his hair up into a messy ponytail. He adjusted the Christmas tree so that it wasn't dangerously close to falling over and killing someone, and began to decorate it carefully, hoping that Bakura wouldn't come into the livingroom. "I'm cursed," he mumbled, as Bakura skipped back into the livingroom.
"Where's the frosting?"
"In the fridge,"
"Oh. Okay," And Bakura left. Ryou walked over to the livingroom door. He closed and locked it, sighing angrily before walking back over to the tree. He finished decorating it, and walked over to the box with other decorations. When he was satisfied with the livingroom, he unlocked the door and flung himself down onto the couch. Bakura, ecstatic that the door had been unlocked, ran into the room and jumped on top of Ryou. The unlucky boy beneath Bakura squeaked and cracked an eye open to peer at Bakura, annoyed.
"Get off of me,"
"You're comfy,"
"So is that armchair,"
"But it doesn't hug back!"
"Neither do I," Ryou growled, both eyes open, narrowed in a glare.
"True..." Bakura muttered. He paused, tapping a finger against his chin as if he were thinking.
"I don't like that look,"
"PEANUT BUTTER!" Bakura yelled, grinning insanely as he jumped up and darted back into the kitchen.
"...shit. Not again. NO!" Ryou yelled, running after Bakura. But alas, as he arrived at the kitchen, it was too late. Bakura was... he was... what the hell was he DOING? "Bakura...?" he questioned cautiously, grabbing a pan from the counter to defend himself with. Bakura had the container of peanut butter on the table, and he was... spreading it on something. Whenever Ryou tried to look, Bakura shifted so Ryou couldn't see. "What are you doing?!" Ryou asked, voice squeaking a little.
"Nothing, oh dearest Ryou, nothing at all!" His voice was a bit too innocent-sounding, making him more suspicious sounding than he had before. Even though he didn't say anything. Which made Ryou question his OWN sanity. 'Maybe I'm hearing things?!' one of the voices in his head said. 'Nonsense! Of course he's not hearing things! He's just tired,' a second voice said. 'Yeah! And exhausted!' Ryou blinked.
"I'm hearing VOICES!" he yelled suddenly. Bakura blinked and looked over at him, pulling the peanut butter coated fish. Peanut butter coated WHOLE fish, unscaled and uncut, by the tail, off the counter. Ryou glanced at the fish before groaning and fainting onto the floor.
"I wonder what's wrong with him...?" Bakura muttered, glancing at the fish. He shrugged and put the fish on the counter, pulling a stool up and sitting on it. He grabbed a fork and knife and ate it.
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Er... Bakura's demented. Very demented. I can't believe I actually updated! Yaaaaay!