A/N: Mwhahahahhaha I'm trying to edit all the already made Chapters tonight so I can start my own tomorrow.
Cold and Lonely
Chapter Four
Yuugi uncoiled languorously, stretching his limbs to their limit and arching his back, cat-like. He relaxed and lay sprawled between satin sheets, and, distantly realized the fuzzy material against his cheek was probably velvet.
His sleep-heavy violet eyes cracked open to behold an electric alarm clock reading '7:36' in cool blue numbers. Behind the clock on the small bedside table was a red-glowing lava lamp.
Yuugi sat up, the satin bed sheets pooling under the heavy green velvet bedspread with his slightest movement. After a moment of disoriented fear, he remembered the night before, and, more importantly, his location. 'Bakura's place….Is this his bedroom?' He started to roll off the large bed and was surprised when the whole thing sunk and wavered in response.
The small teen paused and pressed a hand lightly against the satin. The hand sunk it and a delighted smile spread across his face. He bounced once, and the whole bed wriggled wildly.
"Waterbed! This is so cool!" The boy started to bounce and jump in an excess of gleeful energy, until, with a start, he realized his host could have walked in at any time. He hopped off the bed and struck a dignified pose, his cheeks slightly red-tinted.
His embarrassment was swiftly forgotten as he realized the dark room in which he found himself was not, in fact, a solid color, but rather another one of the large and complex murals that Bakura seemed so inclined to decorate his walls with. The overwhelming impression of a jungle was only enhanced by the inclusion of the furniture and curtains that sported the painted scene without breaking rhythm.
More impressive, however, was the silvery glint of flank and the iridescent eyes of a white tiger mostly concealed by odd plant life. Beautifully rendered birds, insects, plants and animals, many of which Yugi honestly could not name, blended into a lovingly crafted image.
The only problem, it seemed, was that the door was so well camouflaged. Yugi had no idea how he was to escape the room. That is, until he noticed the parrot.
It had its wings spread, as if in flight, and the body was almost level. But it was the long red tail-feathers that caught and held his attention. One of them seemed to be more three dimensional than the others.
The spiky-haired boy slipped across the room and reached out for the odd feather. A pleased grin quirked his lips as his hand wrapped around a smooth wooden bar. He pushed it down and pulled.
There was a click, and the door swung silently inward on well-oiled hinges. He stepped out of the bedroom and into the Egyptian living room… and immediately stifled a giggle.
Sprawled halfway on the couch, Pita sleeping over almost his entire face and with white paint dripping down his pants from the roller resting against his chest was Bakura.
Yuugi crept across the covered floor and leaned against the back of the couch. Pita, still on Bakura's face, woke up and gave a feline squeak of glee as she started to wildly knead the side of her owner's head. Bakura groaned and slapped at the kitten, who had already decided to launch herself at Yugi.
Bakura opened his eyes to see Yuugi gazing down at him, Pita joyously licking his chin.
"I thought you didn't need to sleep?"
Bakura waved a hand dismissively and stood, grimacing down at the white paint spilling down his body. Yuugi was looking at the newly painted walls.
"Wow."
"Thanks. Can you wait a bit for breakfast? I REALLY need to take a shower…"
"Hey, it's okay! I can make breakfast, no prob!"
"Yugi, you don't have to…"
"Shush," Yuugi made a silencing gesture, "You bathe. I'll cook, and then we can eat when you get out. No arguments."
Bakura hesitated, and then nodded reluctantly. Yuugi looked inordinately pleased as he looked around.
"The kitchen is over there."
"I knew that."
Bakura snickered as Yuugi and Pita marched forth to bravely battle breakfast. The white-haired boy shook his head, then when in search of his clothing.
A/N: Phew. Not much to edit, for it to be more me.