Chapter 1: Pixie-thingys

sound/action

time/scene change

Ding-dong, Ding-dong

"Ryou! Some ones at the door!" Bakura called from the couch, he flipped the channel again.

Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding-Dong

"I'm comin', I'm comin'" called Ryou as he slammed his apron down and walked out of the kitchen.

D i i n n g g ! !

"What!" Ryou snapped when he swung open the door.

He saw no one at first, and then Yugi's face popped up in front of his.

"Hi-lo," Yugi said falling down and bouncing back up again," I need your help."

"Obviously," Ryou said in a board voice. He put his hands on Yugi's shoulders to hold him down, "Now, what do you-"

"Hikari! Who's there?" Bakura yelled from the living room.

"Just Yugi, go back to your soap!"

"ooo, the Pharaoh's hear with his midget host."

"I'm not a midget!" Yugi said when he was at eye level again, he had broken free from Ryou's hold, "And Yami's not hear!"

"For once."

"What?"

"Nothing, now get in here. What do you need help with, besides your mental health?" said Ryou closing the front door.

"That big history report." Yugi said, bouncing in after Ryou.

They went up to Ryou's room, before Yugi pored the contence of his backpack across the floor. All Ryou could see falling out of the up-side-down backpack was lots and lots of little paper tubes, that reminded him of straws. Finally when Yugi gave the bag a last shake a green folder fell on the top of the mound of paper tubes.

"What are these?" Ryou asked with a pulsed look on his face, he picked up an orange tube.

"A Pixie-Stick." Yugi flatly, shuffling the paper in the folder.

"Pixie... what?"

"Pixie-Stick. A paper tube filled with flavored sugar," Yugi explained taking a stick from the pile, "You rip the top off and pour the sugar in you mouth."

"Oh." Ryou said ripping the top of is first stick.

30 minutes later

"Wow! These Pixie-thingys are great!" Ryou said as he hit the floor, he too had taken to bouncing around the room.

"Yeh, especially when you mix them!" Yugi said pouring three colors in his mouth.

Down stairs

The thumping of the two teens could be heard down stairs in the living room. Bakuara was losing interest in his soap and gaining it in the source of the noise.

"What the hell is going on up here?" Bakura screamed climbing the stairs and rounding the corner into Ryou room.

"Hey, what are doing here?" asked Yugi, with an expression like he had only just found out Bakura was home.

"Hey," he said in a mocking voice then gesturing toward the folder and said "Aren't you supposed to be working on something?"

"Oh that," the two sugar-high boys said together, "I guess we should-"

"Are those what I think they are?!?!" squealed Bakura. He threw himself on the pile of Pixie-Sticks and ripped open as many as he could fit in his hand.

Ryou and Yugi grind at each other and dove in after Bakura.

The next morning

"Ohhh, my head." thought Ryou sitting up slowly and examining the damage.

In this room alone there was ripped up paper tubes, sugar, silly string, and his two companions on the floor. Yugi's report file was no were in sight, in fact not a lot was.

"I think I'm go'na be sick!" Yugi said springing to his feet and running out of the room.

Ryou went down stairs to see if there was any more damage to their house. Sure enough the rest of the house was like his room, a mess, covered in the same sugar, tubes, and string.

"Did we get drunk or something?" Asked Ryou as Bakura came walking down the stairs. (More like, came falling down the stairs.)

"No, no I remember, sort of, we didn't have any thing to drink." He continued, "We were just on a sugar high... Hey, you know I have the same feeling like when we were first separated and we went out drinking to celebrate."

"Not really." Ryou said groggily still rubbing his tender head.

"Yes"

"No"

The two identical boys stared narrow eyed and clenched fists, like they did so many times when they argued. Then the taller of the white haired boys smiled.

"I know how to settle this..." the former thief said with an evil grin.

Ryou had learned to fear this look. He knew that Bakura's bright idea would probably end up with him in pain.