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I had cream cheese this morning for the first time and I thought, 'What would Bakura do when he first heard of/tasted cream cheese?'

Stupid and pointless, and totally not that worth it.

Bakura grumbled and rolled over. Damn light! Can't get back to sleep. He rolled over again, getting a face full of sunlight.

"ARRRRRRGH!" roared Bakura furiously, leaping up to rip the blinds in front of the open window—literally. RRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPP! Bakura now held the torn halves of the blue curtains in his hands. Blinking stupidly, Bakura dropped them and stumbled out of the room.

Bakura headed down stairs and into his light's kitchen in his boxers. Bakura never slept in clothes, but Ryou had been nagging him for months to at least wear them when he went out of his room. Well, boxers anyway.

Now, Bakura did not obey his light, he simply sacrificed something trivial to shut him up. That was all.

"Morning Bakura," greeted his light as Bakura entered the kitchen. He mumbled a reply that sounded vaguely like "Who the hell is that cheerful in the morning" but Ryou didn't respond to it.

Ryou set a plate of bagels down in front of Bakura and sat down opposite him to eat his own breakfast.

Bakura looked at his breakfast with obvious disgust. "What the hell is that white stuff, Hikari?"

"Cream cheese. Try it, you'll like it." Ryou bit into his bagels, hoping to finish them quickly because he needed to leave to meet Yugi soon.

"I'm not eating it," said Bakura defiantly, "There's no way in hell am I going to even touch it!"

"Oh Bakura," said Ryou exasperatedly, "It's good; really, you just need to try it."

"Like hell I will," grumbled the Yami irritably.

"Come on, please? I need to go soon and I can't make you any thing else" whined Ryou.

"Then make that cereal you yap about all the time!" snapped Bakura.

Ryou frowned, "We don't have any milk left."

"Well go get some!" shouted Bakura.

"I can't, I have to go soon!" repeated Ryou.

As Ryou got up to put his dish in the dish washer, Bakura reached over and grabbed Ryou's arm, pulling him into his lap.

"You're not going anywhere until you make me something else," growled Bakura in Ryou's ear.

Ryou glared at him, which only made Bakura smirk. Sighing irritably, Ryou set his used plate on the table. Glaring at Bakura again, Ryou said, "I can't make you anything else, I haven't got the time, I have to leave now!"

"Then don't go, idiot!" yelled Bakura. A smirk widened on the thief's face as an idea dawned on him.

"If you want to go, you have to either make me something else, or kiss me."

Ryou stared at him, shocked and perplexed, unable to speak. Bakura chuckled rather evilly, knowing Ryou wanted to go, and that he would never want to kiss him. It was the perfect plan. Bacon, here I come.

Ryou, however, had other ideas. Quickly, he grabbed a bagel and reached to stuff it in Bakura's mouth---

Only to have Bakura grab his wrist tightly. The light struggled, Bakura simply sitting there smirking at him. Then the unexpected happened.

The chair leg broke.

It couldn't handle the intense weight and collapsed, sending Bakura and Ryou tumbling to the ground. Bakura fell on top of Ryou, having let go of his arm in the struggle. Ryou was blushing furiously at their position and Bakura felt it would be the perfect time to choose the Light's option for him.

"Well, you aren't making me anything, so I guess I get the kiss."

Ryou looked absolutely horrified. But just before their lips touched, Bakura found himself with a mouth full of bagel.

Bakura quickly sat up, struggling to eat the bagel Ryou had stuffed into his mouth a moment before.

He chewed. And chewed, and chewed and chewed.

Then he swallowed it.

"Not bad."