Twitch. Twitch.

Bakura spent a lot of the afternoon preparing for the arrival of the birthday party, he had to blow up balloons, he was very thankful that he didn't have to do that manually, he had to hang the crepe paper and close off the section from the other customers. It doesn't sound like much but for a guy who was used to either stand behind a counter or sit on his ass all day it was a lot.

He had to muster up his patience, if he got fired before he got his paycheck he'd have a huge problem, he had to keep his job. 'No paycheck, no home. No paycheck, no home.' Bakura made that his mantra for the day. He took a deep breath and plastered a huge smile on his face and turned around, "WELCOME BOYS AND GIRLS!!"

The kids all smiled and laughed, they seemed pretty happy, which put Bakura at ease a bit. "So what would each of you like?" he was all smiles and joy. Taking their orders wasn't too bad, there was only one kid who went through the whole menu until he found what he wanted, the other who just stared at Bakura blankly, there was another who jumped up and down and yelled out her order almost too fast for Bakura, then there was a kid who wanted everything on the menu.

Bakura took all twenty of the orders; there were more strange things that the kids did during that process besides the ones mentioned. He had to relay the message to the 'cooks' in the back, unfortunately all of them came down with a bad case of PMS including the guys. They all snapped at him, but he kept a happy face on 'No paycheck, no home. No paycheck, no home.' Was all he thought as he slowly somehow got the vicious psychos that flipped burgers to fill the orders. He slowly made his way to the tables, he was all alone because the other employees were busy or at least that was their alibi.

He had to keep that plaster smile from cracking when, many times during his trips from the tables to the kitchen, the kids tried to trip him. He was surprised that the parents didn't say anything at all. After he had brought out the food he had a few minutes to chill for a bit and to catch his breath. He leaned against a wall for a bit.

Something whizzed past his head. His eyes perked, "What the.?" he turned around just in time to see a red ball hit him. "Ow!" he heard giggling and looked and saw a group of children laughing in the doorway to the play area, where the ball pit was located. He stared at them for a minute.

A green ball went flying straight for his head but this time he deflected it with his hand. the kids watched in awe then one said, "Phfft! That was just lucky, it was only one ball after all!" the boy who had said that grinned.

There was something that felt weird as the boy said it, then Bakura figured out what it was. He hadn't noticed that every kid in the doorway had at least two balls with them. Suddenly, just as he became aware, a shower of plastic balls came flying at him. He was hit quite a few times before he yelled that he had to go get the cake. The kids instantly stopped. He looked at them astounded.

'They can be trained with the help of food.' He smiled. He went to go get the cake. He had to go through the land of disgruntled short order cooks to get to it, though. 'In and out, remember they know no difference between friend and food, they may try to inflict bodily harm. This is for home!' he thought as he started in. 'I have to try my best not to draw attention to myself.' He walked into the kitchen nonchalantly.

The cake was almost all the way in the back he carefully made his way back. He took the cake. He looked at the path he had taken and was about to retake. Suddenly it seemed that the counter was a lot farther than it had seemed before. He quickly and carefully made his way back to the counter.

But alas one of the creatures must have caught his scent for he was discovers and he paid dearly for not saying hello on his way in. For five minutes straight three women yelled at him, all talked as one. Bakura felt like his head was going to explode. Then they all, again in unison, realized the cake in his hands. They all pushed him out of the kitchen.

Ok we all have heard the phrase "Into the lion's den." Now I'm very sure that you all understand the severity of this situation, I mean a lion's den isn't exactly a box full of kittens those are ferocious animals we're talking about. But I'm pretty sure Simba, all grown up and defending his woman and land, would've cowered if he had been thrown in front of a pack of ferocious children the way Bakura was.

"This.is.not.good." he mumbled as he saw a pack of children crowding around the counter, then they saw him. He could've sworn he saw the evil flash within their eyes as they looked at the cake in his hand and then at him. 'They're gonna rip me alive for this cake!!' Bakura started, as calmly as possible, towards the children. Their eyes followed the cake.

A little while later he succeeded in completing his mission. He put the cake on the table, he took a lighter from his pocket, lit the candles, and then stepped back as the birthday kid blew the candles out. He was lucky, he made it to the table, he had had to stepped around/ over the balls that still littered the floor, his eyebrow dancing all the while and a huge smile on his face. He cut the cake, as he was about to serve it though, a fellow employee came over and decided to help, she handed out the cake pieces for Bakura.

He was very grateful, up until he realized why she had been so helpful. Someone had to clean up the balls that were still on the floor. The manager, small perky little woman, came over and told him to get the balls picked up. He smiled, he eyebrow, which had calmed down a bit started back up again.

He picked up the balls, cursing children with every ball he touched. he had to catch the balls then go into the play area and stick half of himself into the ball pit to put the balls back. 'These kids should be taken out back and beaten with a stick within an inch of their lil evil lives. NO BETTER!! They should have an exorcism performed on the lil bastards. I'd love to watch them squirm near the holy water.

He was on his last trip when it happened. He hadn't been paying attention. His eyebrow had calmed and he had been deep in thought, thinking of ways to torture the lil daemon spawn. He hadn't heard the creature creep up behind him as he bent into the ball pit. The daemonic piece of crap, along with quite a few of its kind with it, shoved him into the pit.

Bakura flew head first into the pit. He was shocked for a moment and then he sprang up, yelling obscenities. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU DAEMONIC BASTARD!?!?!? DID YOU FUCKERS THINK THAT WAS FUNNY!?!!?! I'LL SHOW YOU FUNNY C'MON IN HERE AND I'LL DISEMBOWEL YOU!!!!" he continued to yell as he got out the pit and then went after the kids.

All the customers watched in shock and horror. He slipped on a piece of cake some little kid decided to use as ammo, it hadn't even come near Bakura, it had only fallen in front of him. As he fell his hands wildly flailed to find something to grab hold of. He found a table. He and the table, along with all of the drinks and food that was on it went crashing down, some of the lighter things had a bit of a flight up though.

He got back up, covered in soda, pieces of cake, fries, ketchup, and anything else that was on the table. He stood up and looked in the direction of the hell spawn but found their angry parent's eyes staring back at him.

Bakura took a deep breath and then turned and went to get his things, he walked through the kitchen. The PMSers all clapped as he walked past, the guys even saluted him. He took his things and went to his still stunned boss. "May I have my check?"

The woman who had seemed as if her smile was carved into her face just looked at him. "What?"

"I want my paycheck. It's Friday." He sounded like he was a zombie. He could hear that the entire store was silent. The woman walked away, got his check and gave it to him. "Thank you." He smiled one last time, his eyebrow twitched, and he walked out of the completely silent McDonald's.

End- First place of employment

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Next Chapter: Rinse DON'T Repeat

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Ryou: Why CAN'T we adopt a child!?

Bakura: because they are pains in the ass!

Phoenix: -mumbles "like you're not!"-

Bakura: Shut it Phoe!

Ryou: Be nice Bakura!

Bakura: -starts to open his mouth but the doorbell rings- -he looks at Ryou, who doesn't look like he's gonna go get the door and then at Phoenix-

Phoenix: Hey man I dun live here!

Bakura: -grumble- -goes to the door, opens it and sees Yugi and Yami-

Yugi: Hi guys! Oh Ryou I HAVE to show you Matthew's pictures!!

Yami: -carrying a baby in a car seat/carrier thing-

Bakura: -groans as Yugi runs past and he and Ryou run into the kitchen to "ooo" and "aww!"-

Yami: -looks in and sees Phoenix who waves and then he walks past-

Bakura: -sees some of Yami's shirt- -he curiously reaches to open Yami's jacket to see it clearer-

Yami: Back off, I don't want my son to learn how to kill a man yet. -walks over to Phoenix who eagerly steals the baby to play with him-

Phoenix: Aww!! Matthew is just the cutest!!!

Yami: -smiles proudly-

Yugi: -comes back out, sprints out- Look at this!! -he rips open Yami's jacket exposing a "#1 Dad' tee shirt-

Ryou: AWWW!!! OHMYGOD!! That is the cutest!!!

Phoenix: -snickering-

Yami: -groaning in horror-

Bakura: -having stomach cramps from laughing so hard- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Ryou: OH BAKI, LOVE!!! WE HAVE TO GET A CHILD!!!

All laughing stops.

Yami: -turns and looks at Bakura- HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA BAKI!!!!! JUST LIKE POKKI!!!