Author's Note: I wish I didn't have to sleep. Then, I could have gotten this done a lot sooner! Ugh.
Here you go!
P.S. I've edited this story so many times, I practically have it memorized… It's pretty awesome! :D
Chapter XV: Trouble
Ryou was peacefully shopping in the grocery store, deciding between one percent milk and two, when he heard a loud crash.
The hakari sprinted to the source of the crashing, wanting to do all he could to help. But, he learned that he was partly the problem.
In front of him, Bakura had been cart surfing and had run right into a shelf of assorted cereal, the entire mantelpiece capsizing and leaving the yami covered in boxes and sugar.
"BAKURA!"
"Hey, Ryou," Bakura casually greeted, waving with his free hand that wasn't buried under the cereal.
Ryou gave a sigh and took his 'twin's' hand, pulling him out of the grocery store rubble.
A manager came running and asked as he reached the site, "What happened here?"
Ryou apologized for Bakura, saying, "Sorry, sir, my brother was messing around and got a little out of control."
The man gave an exasperated sigh, seeing (or assuming) that the culprit was just a teenager. He'd seen much worse anyway. He dismissed, "It's all right. Just please don't cause anymore destruction."
"Right," Ryou agreed.
"No promises," Bakura muttered.
Ryou shot him a look, and the yami became silent.
The manager accepted these answers and walked off to go find someone to clean up the mess.
Ryou grabbed his 'brother's' arm and dragged him away, admonishing, "Why do you keep doing this to me, 'Kura? Why do you keep causing trouble?"
"I don't know," Bakura answered honestly, swatting Ryou's hand away so that the boy would stop dragging him.
Ryou pushed a piece of paper in Bakura's idle hands, saying, "Well, while you're here, you might as well be helpful. Go get a cart, one you won't crash into a shelf preferably, and collect these things, okay?"
"Sure." Bakura saw no point in arguing. Besides, he could tweak the list to fit his specifications.
Once the pair had finished shopping, Ryou drove into full-on lecture mode on the car ride home. Bakura felt like dying. But the lecturing abruptly stopped when Ryou admitted that the incident was kind of funny…
Ryou parked the car in front of the dorms, but suddenly, his face grew white- well, whiter than usual.
"What is it?" Bakura asked, noticing this.
"How long have we been gone?" Ryou asked simply.
"I don't know… A few hours maybe?"
"And, nobody was home with Melvin?"
"No, but-"
Bakura and Ryou faced each other in similar revelation. They jumped out of the car and into the building, simultaneously fearing the worst. Bakura practically kicked the door down.
But Melvin was still sitting on the sofa, the bowl of noodles was still upside down on the carpet, and the dorm appeared to be untouched, the exact way they left it.
"What the hell?" Bakura was the first to ask. He added, "I was so sure we'd come to disaster…"
Melvin scoffed, "You fruitcakes have such little faith in me…"
Ryou admitted, his gaze still examining the rooms, "I guess we misjudged you, Melvin. We're sorry."
"Hmm," Melvin hummed contently with a wide grin. It almost dared Bakura to say something snarky. But Bakura only growled, not willing to fall into the yami's little trap.
At least Melvin didn't do anything stupid while we were gone.
-transition-
There was harsh knocking at Bakura and Ryou's door at around midnight.
Bakura, being the only one to hear it, groggily staggered to his feet to answer the door. He stumbled over and swung the door open, hissing as he did, "This better be good."
It was a police officer.
"Uh, morning, officer?" Bakura offered skeptically, an eyebrow rising. He couldn't remember doing anything wrong recently…
"Thank you for answering, sir." The officer explained, "We're looking for a most likely insane young man who committed some crimes earlier but escaped." The man held up a picture, interrogating, "Have you seen this individual?"
It was Melvin. A very blurry picture of Melvin, but it was Melvin nonetheless.
Bakura smirked, knowing Melvin was sleeping soundly behind Bakura on their sofa. So, that's what Melvin did while we were at the store…
"Hmm," Bakura hummed, "I do believe I know where this person is."
"Could you tell me, sir?" the police officer questioned.
Bakura nodded and quickly listed the Pharaoh and his hakari's address. With that information recorded, the police officer took off.
Melvin is right. The Pharaoh and his host really should have relocated…
Author's Note: I know it's short. Don't kill me for that. There's more awesomeness to come!
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