Chapter 2 – Hurricane Bakura
Ryou's jaw dropped. It looked as though he had just walked into a CNN news broadcast. Hurricane Bakura truly had hit. Ryou picked his way through the wreckage and entered the kitchen to find Elvis lying on the table top, (Ryou's mind did not stray as to question how such a lump of fat could climb on top of it), and Bakura retrieving a case of Jack Daniels (1) from the back of the highest cupboard. Ryou stepped forward gingerly and examined the smashed china cups, plates and dishes that littered the lino floor. Ryou cringed as Elvis munched on the soggy remains of Bakura's toast and belched loudly. Bakura popped the cap on his second bottle of Jack Daniels and took a huge swig. He jumped down from the countertop and swayed perilously in front of his Hikari (It was well known that Bakura was one of the biggest lightweights in the entire world).
" Hey Ryou! Give me some love baby!"
He leant forward with his lips puckered but Ryou dodged sideways and let Bakura fall into Elvis who had lumbered off the table and was now proceeding to chew on the bottom of Ryou's jeans. Bakura laughed hysterically and rolled over onto the shard-strewn floor. Elvis belched again and fell flat on Bakura's chest. The Yami wheezed and desperately tried to shove the fat fur-boulder off his stomach. The dog got up and galloped off into the living room to, Ryou guessed, lie on the demolished sofa. Bakura grabbed Ryou's waist and pulled himself up off the floor. He shouted in Ryou's ear before stumbling off after the dog with his half-drunk bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand.
" I love you, you know! A lot, a lot, a lot, a lot! Ha!"
Ryou just stared at the wake of Bakura's mass destruction. He went to start cleaning up the rubble but something stopped him before he touched the first piece of shattered porcelain. He walked towards the living room and stuck his head around the doorframe. Elvis was lying on the sofa and Bakura was forcing the last of his Jack Daniels down the dog's throat. The mutt hiccupped and Bakura threw the empty bottle at the already smashed TV then seemed to go cross-eyed as he looked at something he carried in his other hand. Ryou sighed as he saw the crumpled packet of Smarties his Yami held. The phone began to ring. Ryou went over and picked up the receiver.
" Hello… Oh hi Duke…Yep…Everything's um fine… uh huh. Okay…See you then…Call again later to remind me… Bye"
He put the receiver back down and smiled sneakily. He walked over to the coffee table, dodged a projectile glass bottle and a handful of Smarties and picked up the notepad and pen that should have been by the phone. He bit down on the end of the pen and concentrated for a second. Eventually he smiled again and scribbled something down. He put the pad and pen back down and dropped a pile of Smarties on top of it. He smiled to himself again then disappeared into the depths of the house.
(1) Jack Daniels is a very strong whisky. The drink of rock stars everywhere.