AN: I do not own YuGiOh if I did that'll be interesting. I feel sorry for the one who has bothered a certain someone.
"Ah, Bakura!"
"What?" snapped the thief.
The current situation was a little interesting to say the least. Bakura was happily sharpening his knife collection, after all he didn't enjoy them unsharpened especially if he had to cook or…cut someone. Yet, here the tomb keeper was out of breath, his cheeks flushed from exhaustion and his eyes were wide.
"Come…downstairs…there is…pasta!" Marik gasped out, expressing the last word loudly before collapsing on his ass as he took deep breaths trying to breath regularly again.
Bakura sat there holding his knife and looking at the tomb keeper with a raised brow. Pasta…that was…what?
"Seriously?"
"Yea…Ryou made pasta and…oh my god…you have to eat it"
"…Leave"
"B-but"
"Leave" Bakura said firmly.