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Yami: Episode In The Kitchen
Finally clad in the right attire, Yami made his way down the stairs to the second death trap, the kitchen. The kitchen was the second most feared room, as everything in there seemed to be out to get him, especially the toaster. He eyed the toaster meaningfully, and skirted around it to the fridge. A stray slice of yesterday's toast popped out and hit him on the head. Yami whirled around tensing. If he squinted, he could almost see the machine laughing at him. Muhahahaha!
He opened the fridge, and peered inside. Now what do humans eat for breakfast in this age? After being hit by another slice of toast, he decided for a full on beans on pizza, with a dollop of marmalade and a sausage in an egg. Of all his defects, the one thing that hadn't failed him throughout the ages was his ability to cook…and duel, of course. Donning a pink apron, he hummed as he fried the pizza, boiled the beans and gave a micro wave to the egg. There, he thought, and put everything on a tray. He was about to go into the dining room, when he noticed a bucket balanced carefully on the door. Ha! He thought, I may be five thousand years old but I'm not stupid! The number of times we pulled this prank on each other! Yugi must be getting slack. There is no way I'm falling for this one.
So it was in this knowledge that he continued confidently. It was a shame that he missed the roller skate on the floor. "Yearghhhhh!" He yelled as he crashed headlong into the door. The tray flew up, and the water in the bucket tipped onto him.
"Haha!" Yugi guffawed from behind the door, rolling around with laughter. "I can't sniff believe you fell sniff for that one," he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Yugi! Are you alright?" A voice called from the landing.
His laughter ceased immediately. "Uh oh, it's Grandpa," he whispered. "Quick, hide!"
But it was too late. Grandpa came pounding down the stairs, huffing, a pitchfork brandished in one arm.
"Yugi, I heard a noise and…" his gaze took in Yami, lying on the floor, covered in an assortment of different foods, bucket still on his head.
"Grandpa!" Yugi's eyes widened. "Where did you get that pitchfork from?"
"Who's this stranger?" Grandpa yelled, ignoring the question. "Get out, out, now!" He prodded the recumbent figure cautiously with one of the prongs.
"It's alright," Yugi gabbled, grabbing Grandpa's arm. "This is my err…exchange partner, Yami. He'll be here for…" He hissed at Yami. "How long will you be here for?"
"I don't know," Yami moaned. "I wanna go home!"
"Awww," Grandpa cooed, lifting the bucket off of Yami's head. "Look, son…Yami, I know how hard it is when you have to leave home, but don't worry, any friend of Yugi's is a friend of mine. And we'll do our best to make you feel welcome."
"Thanks," Yami muttered, glaring at Yugi. "Now if you don't mind, Mr. Motou, I must go and have another shower and get changed." He stood up. The effect was rather ruined as a couple of beans dripped from his hair, falling onto his foot.
"I'm sorry Yami!" Yugi pounded on his bedroom door, but it remained shut. "Please, I've never had anyone that I can call a brother before…" The door opened a fraction. "…So I just wanted to see how much fun it was to make you look stupid!" The door slammed shut again. Ooops, wrong tactics, Yugi thought. "Come on, we can't fall out on your first day in a real body in five thousand years!"
Yugi stopped, and smiled slyly. "Yami, who is going to be there to look after you on your first day? What is going to happen if you do something wrong? And today is April Fool's Day, so you might need someone who is an expert at the art of the prankster- i.e. me, to guide you through the day and avoid getting pranked. Where will you be then, when the world turns against you?"
This time Yami opened the door. He'd washed and changed. "I guess you were just having your own fun," he sighed. He let Yugi embrace him in a hug, before deciding people might get wrong ideas and pushed Yugi gently away.
"Thanks for forgiving me. Here, do you want to use my phone? I have two others, so you can give me a call if you get in any bother."
Yami took the object, and stared at it doubtfully, before sliding it into a pocket. An idea struck him. Glancing at Yugi, he said, "To show no hard feelings, could you do me a favour?"
"Hmmm?" Yugi murmured.
"I can't quite seem to get rid of this mark, can you go and fetch me some elbow grease?"
Yugi was halfway down the corridor before he heard Yami's laughter. "Yami!"
Yep, that's chappy two for now. Remember that Yami has a mobile phone- it will paly a very significant part in the fic later...muhahaha! Bakura is up next, heh heh heh...Oh yeah, shameless advertising here...if you like this, then check out my other humour fic- Ways To Annoy Yami Yugi- soon to be updated whenever I can be bothered...
