Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ .entanglement. ❯ TwO ( Chapter 2 )

Oh joy. Oh rapture. Oh for the love of david letterman and the clash.

by: pyrrotsumi of the SinSisters!! >.<

disclaimer: consider yourself disclaimed.

crap: Katsuya's POV. Anzu bashing (Let the fun roll on!!). Yaoi. AU- so unfortunately no Yamis to play with. v_v; yaoi lemon.

pairing(s): KatsuyaxRyou. Slight KatsuyaxYugi & KatsuyaxSeto but it's one-sided. ^___^

.entanglement.

It wasn't until Friday evening when I'd finally gotten a chance to make my way over to Yugi's, as promised. Maybe a few hours late, but I was THERE! I'd had to serve the detention that I'd wound up skipping on Thursday, which took two shitty hours off a' MY agenda! Then, hell knows why, I promised Ryou I'd go to the library with him, and we ended up having some stupid argument about time commitment. Umm…right. Needless to say we made up, twice, before I was able to stumble upon the threshold of the Turtle Game Shop at 6:30 that night.

Yugi was perched on a stool behind the counter, already gung-ho on his homework for the weekend, when I came through the door.

"Hehe," I laughed sheepishly, sliding a hand behind my head. "Hey, Yug."

Silence. Not good. Silence= Katsuya get bitched at later by tiny friend. Yugi just narrowed his eyes crossly and scratched his pencil furiously across his workbook.

"Aww, c'mon Yugi. You know I had a detention today!" I defended myself, pretending to be interested in a Sailor Moon RPG book and flipping through the pages. Oh, hello Mr. Mask. May I call you…Mamarou? Yes? Oh no, the pleasure's all mine…

"I'm not…MAD!!!" Yugi growled suddenly through gritted teeth, stabbing his homework and slashing at it a few times with the graphite end of his pencil before throwing it down on the counter and slouching, in defeat, on his stool. "I'm not mad," he repeated, a little more convincingly without all the paper homicide, but now he was just coming off as some manic-depressive.

"I'm sorry, okay?" I sympathized, not really understanding why Yugi was so pissed off about my late arrival. I put Mamarou-chan back on the shelf and approached the counter. "I had some trouble with Ryou, alright?"

"Everything okay?" he asked, sobering up quickly. HA! I knew that would work! Yugi's the type that will jump through rings and flip cheese off his nose in order to set people right emotionally. Hehe, I should know. I made him tell our chemistry teacher she was a hot piece of ass just so I would tell him why I was having a shit day.

"Yeah. We're good now," I grinned, winking to get my point across.

"I see," Yugi smiled softly, leaning across the counter and resting his head in the palms of his hands. Then, out of nowhere, he asked it. "Do you love Bakura-kun, Jounouchi-kun?"

I stared at him for a long time, paralyzed. My mouth cracked a bit to speak, but I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to say, so I closed it. Love? L-O-V-E? Ah…no. I knew for I fact I didn't LOVE Ryou. I LIKED him. Oh! I love his body! Does that count?! "Well," I sighed finally. "Love has so many meanings…"

"I mean love as in…love. You know? Like…" Yugi took a breath, thinking. "Do you get that funny feeling in your stomach whenever he's around?"

I get a funny feeling in my pants. It's called an erection.

Instead of saying what came to mind, I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Yugi blushed slightly, attempting to hide it with his hand. "Like…" he looked past me to the door frame to avoid meeting my gaze. "When you're in class, you could lock all of your attention on him, and it's as if nothing else exists."

Yeah. Except the hottie one row behind him.

"And you can hardly breathe when he's around and your whole body hums when he's close to you. And when he's gone you feel incomplete and you miss him so much it hurts…" Yugi paused, realizing he was getting pretty emotional and shook his head roughly.

"Woah." I believe it was here that I had one of those *blink~blink* moments. "Who are you in love with, Yug?" I asked, leaning over the countertop to look him in the eyes. They suddenly flashed with panic.

"Me?!" he choked, his voice squeaking. "I never said I was in love with anyone!" However, I think the blush that developed and consumed his entire face, and the dopey grin that tugged at the corners of his lips told all. "I'm not! Stop giving me that look!" Yugi protested, covering his head with his arms.

"Oh no. PLEASE don't tell me it's Boots again," I groaned, pulling off my right sneaker and shoving it up my shirt so it poked out at an angle. "Hello Mutou!" I screeched, laying across the counter on my back and pulling Yugi on top of me. "Do you not wish to fondle my perky-ness?!"

"Jounouchi-kun!" Yugi sputtered, trying to pull away from me. "No! It's not her! I mean- AAH! IT'S NO ONE!!!"

"LIES!!" I shrieked, maintaining my Anzu-like pitch as I kicked my feet in an attempt to keep my balance and not fall off. "Thou shall con-fesssss!" I cackled, grabbing his waist and tickling his sides.

"NOOO!! Jounouchi STOP!!" Yugi cried, choking out his words between fits of laughter as tears came to his eyes.

"Tell me!" I shouted, grinning as I pushed Yugi to the countertop and flipped us both over so I could straddle his thighs and achieve better tickle access.

"Jounouchiiiiiiiiiiii!!" Yugi begged, trying to slap my hands away, attempts to no avail.

I dug my fingers into his hips and squeezed tighter. "Come on, Yugi! If you got THAT poetic over this son of a bitch then they must be something per-itty special! Come on now!"

"Okay! I give! Just STOP!!" Yugi sobbed and laughed simultaneously.

I released my grip on his waist and waited.

"Mind relocating that keister, meister?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow and poking my ass with a finger.

"Yeah, right," I smirked. "You're not going ANYWHERE until you tell me who this little shit is."

Yugi sighed loudly. "Alright. Come here," he rolled his eyes, grabbing my shirt collar and pulling me down on top of him. He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear as I rested my chin on his shoulder. I could get used to this… Purr…

I felt his lips brush against my ear as his hands cupped the side of my face. I was kind of hoping it was me. Not that I'm exactly available, it's just I've liked this kid forever.

And in a whisper it was over. A short, three syllable name and Yugi pulled back, covering his mouth with his hands, his eyes shining nervously.

" `Honda-kun'?!?" I yelped, starting slightly. The lucky bastard!

"Sshh! Jounouci-kun, shut up!" Yugi exclaimed, grabbing me around my neck with one arm and slamming a hand over my mouth with the other.

I stared at him for a long time, feeling his legs shift so they hung off the sides, my weight between instead of on them. Eventually he released his hold on my neck and face, and rested his head back down on the counter. I watched his eyes shift nervously and his teeth bite softly at his bottom lip.

"Honda?" I whispered, repeating myself.

"Yeah," Yugi blushed. "Think I've got a chance?" he asked hopefully.

"I don't-" I cut myself short as I studied the desperate look on his face. His really cute, adorable face. HONDA YOU BASTARD. "Suuuure. Why not?" I laughed softly.

"Really?! You really think… Jounouchi-kun that would be so cool!" he cried, flinging his arms around me and hugging me tightly.

My arms slowly wedged beneath him to return the hug skeptically. Damn! I was so sure it was me! Honda had better sleep with one eye open tonight is all I've got to say…

"Mmm," Yugi sighed, shifting his warm body against mine, which sent a shiver down my spine. "I hope we can be as happy as you and Bakura-kun are."

I froze. "What?"

Yugi was about to respond when a figure I hadn't noticed standing at the door cleared his throat loudly. I winced. Oh god PLEASE don't be Ryou. He'll take everything wrong. He'll carry on and never let me hear the end of it. He'll kick me in the nuts. He'll call me funny British curse words. He'll-

But it wasn't Ryou.

"Kaiba-kun! Um…hi?" Yugi blushed, also realizing whoever it was would take the site way out of context.

I immediately slid off of Yugi and jumped down to my feet. "Hey," I grinned, tossing my head slightly and leaning against the counter casually. Nice save, Katsuya!

Yugi coughed suddenly, giggling under his breath. "Jounouchi-kun *cough* Shoe."

Horrified, I glanced down to find the trademark "Anzu-Implant" still sticking out of my shirt. Oh god… I grabbed it quickly and tossed it behind the counter, almost taking out the Pokemon CCG display. "And how may we help you?" I raised my eyebrows, continuing as if nothing had happened.

Seto shifted from one foot to the other and lifted his eyes to meet Yugi's. Not mine. God damn it all… "My shipment?" His voice was smooth and dark, with a ridge that demanded respect. And utter worship. Drool…

"Oh, of course!" Yugi smiled brightly. "I'll go get it for you!" With that said, Yugi turned on his heel and hurried out to the back room.

The silence that followed Yugi's disappearance was incredibly awkward. It really could have used a tumbleweed. Or a bird. Birds are loud. Or Mai fighting other yaoi fangirls for the last Gravitation doujinshi at the Tokyo hentai expo. THAT'S LOUD.

"Sooo…hi?" I said finally, not quite sure if I'd come off as friendly or stupid. I was hoping dashingly handsome and irresistible, but even I knew my limits. My eyes examined the newcomer slowly. He looked…hot. In a black, button up dress shirt that wasn't quite buttoned up, jeans that fit nice and tight, the way they should, and that bitching trench coat, I suppose it may have been hard to think else wise.

"Yeah," he shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning carelessly against a manga shelf.

Yes! He responded! Dude, he loves me! Look at the strain in his eyes! I watched as he pulled an issue of Revolutionary Girl Utena off the shelf and stared at the cover dumbly.

Oh god no! Not Utena! Aren't there lesbians in Utena?! No Seto! Don't be someone you're not. The hips! The hips! Calm Katsuya…You just need a dastardly, cunning plan! Okay… Breathe… Ahh, better. Now…think…A-ha! Yes!

"That's a really nice jacket, Seto," I smiled sweetly, walking towards him and stopping centimeters away.

I think he was a little put-off by that fact I'd addressed him so informally, but he still managed to reply. "Yeah. It is," he mumbled, not even giving me a glance as he opened the manga and flipped to the middle. Seto, why?! You like men, not women!!

"Looks expensive, too," I smirked, extending a hand cautiously to trace my fingers up the seam line, along his hip and stopping at his back. This caught his attention. His body stiffened as he felt my fingers touching him.

"Do you mind?" he snapped, turning slightly away from me, but doing nothing to remove my hand from him. Hmmm. Seto Kaiba just plays hard to get.

"Sorry," I lied. "It just fits so well, you know?" I grinned, running a hand quickly over his ass and winking when he jumped and spun around.

"Okay!" Yugi shouted, rushing back in the room with a large cardboard box that was pretty much weighing him down. All I could see were the red and black tips of his hair, and his knees shaking under the pressure of the box. "Here's your promo cards, twenty prereleases, and the trial version of the compactable dueling disks," Yugi listed, setting the box at Seto's feet and walking back to the counter to ring him up.

Without hesitation, Seto turned to follow Yugi, digging in his pockets for his wallet. Oh. No no, honey. Dig deeper. Mmmmm, yeah…

I grinned to myself, picking up the issue of Utena that Seto had been studying and sticking my tongue out at it. Ha! Some Revolutionary Girl YOU turned out to be! Dude, I so totally grabbed Seto Kaiba's ass! Yes! And I don't care what the hell his reaction was, he loved every fucking second of it!

I stood at the door, watching as Seto approached, box tucked under his left arm.

"See you," I grinned, waving my hand through the air slowly. "See you on Monday, Seto-kun!"

Seto suddenly grabbed my arm, slamming it against the wall and leaned down next to me, his nose touching the end of mine. … Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God… His breath spilled over my face as his eyes met mine. His stare was serious…and really sexy.

"Don't fuck with me," he hissed in a hushed whisper. With that, he dropped his grip on my arm and was gone.

After a few seconds of silence, Yugi's perturbed voice piped up. "Umm…what the heck was that all about?"

I grinned, crossing my arms over my chest. "Yugi my friend," I sighed, raising an eyebrow mischievously, "Seto Kaiba's got it bad."

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The next morning I was awoken, strangely enough, to none other than Ryou Bakura. Um… okay. That`s a little creepy. "Katsuya," I heard him whisper softly, giggling as he ran his fingertips softly over my jaw and through my hair. "Katsuya, honey, it's past noon. Do get up, darling."

I sat up with a start. "Ryou! You're…here," I yawned, stretching as he smoothed his hands down my neck.

"Mm hmm," he smiled warmly, kissing my face gently in many assorted areas. "Your Dad wasn't here so I let myself in." As well as opened my shades, took my dirty dishes to the kitchen, and folded my laundry I noted to myself. Wonderful job, Jeeves.

"I can make you breakfast if you want," he offered thoughtfully, pecking my lips twice and sliding his hands down my bare arms, crawling in my lap. "Or we can…" Ryou cut himself off with a giggle. "And then eat?"

I grinned, his administrations only adding to my morning erection. "I opt number two. Breakfast of champions," I smirked, wiggling my eyebrows and wrapping my arms around Ryou's waist.

"You're very decisive. I like that," he breathed, his hands automatically reaching down and unfastening the tab on his jeans.

"And you're obedient," I stated, dropping my hold on his waist and climbing out from under my comforter to leave the room.

"H-hey! Katsuya!" Ryou protested, peeling off his light blue shirt and dumping it on the hallway floor as he followed me into the kitchen. "Father due back anytime soon?" he questioned as I checked the messages on mine and dad's answering machine. Finding nothing except Mai spazzing out for five minutes about something new by Kazuya Minekura, so I deleted it and turned to Ryou.

"Knowing him," I frowned, scratching at an itch on my thigh. "He won't be back until tonight."

Ryou grinned, dropping his khakis the rest of the way and kicking them off to the side. "Nice to hear."

We both stood motionless, in our underwear, trying to think up something more to say. Well, there WAS nothing more to say. Of course, actions are acceptable. Mom used to say they spoke LOUDER than words…

I snatched Ryou quickly, grabbing his shoulders and pinning him to the refrigerator as my hands explored his soft, flawless skin. I brushed my lips over his gently, before bringing them back down, hard, for a nice contrast.

Ryou's lips parted eagerly, taking in my tongue and biting it lightly. I pulled away quickly, not wanting him to get carried away and take the whole thing off. I reached past his head suddenly for a rack that hung just next to the fridge. From it, I yanked off a dusty, lavender apron that hadn't been used in years. It was one that might belong to your typical housewife, frilly along the edges with ties in the back.

"Alright, babe," I smiled, shaking out the apron. "Strip."

Ryou happily obliged, stepping out of his briefs and tossing them over, on top of his pants.

I slid the apron over his head, tying it in the back and receding two steps to admire my work.

He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, tapping his foot as I circled him slowly. "I like this part," I grinned, skimming my fingertips over Ryou's perky, little butt that stuck out of the back.

"I suppose you want food now," Ryou sighed, turning around and opening the fridge. I knew there wouldn't be much in it besides milk, beer, and maybe some leftover take-out food, but I let Ryou ravage anyway. He did find the milk, pulling it out and shoving everything on the counter aside in order to make room for it. I watched in amusement as he continued his search. Finally, concluding with nothing but milk and half a stick of butter, he shut the fridge soundly and turned to me. "I was really hoping you'd have eggs," Ryou sighed, walking towards the front door and picking up a tote bag that had been resting against it. "I guess I'll have to use mine after all."

Gasp! Ryou brought food with him! YAYY!!! I can eat decently!

I couldn't help but peer over Ryou's shoulder as he unloaded the eggs, cooking oil, bisquick, strawberry syrup, and wire whisk. Attempting to keep my hentai thoughts to a minimum, I slid a hand over the small of Ryou's back and leaned down to kiss his neck gently.

"Get me a bowl please, darling," Ryou smiled, starting to climb up on the counter to reach the cabinet with all of our…1 or 2 measuring spoons.

Bowl. Bowl. Bowl. I walked across the small kitchen to a bottom cabinet and pulled out a pretty big mixing bowl. There, just for Ryou-chan. I walked back over and set it on his little working space, waiting for him to climb down or fall down. Preferably climb; I haven't eaten yet, and I'm not in a cleaning mood. To help him along, I slid a hand up his leg, gripping his calf and tugging.

"No! Jounouchi-chan!" Ryou gasped, loosing his footing and coming close to falling. Instead he plopped down on the counter, measuring cups in hand. "I'll kill you one of these days," Ryou laughed, resting his head against the cabinet and wiping more accumulated dust off from his apron. "Hey. That's unfair," he frowned, pointing at my chibi print boxers- birthday present from Mai- and pouting his bottom lip. "Take those off, Katsuya. Please?"

I raised an eyebrow and ran my thumbs along the inside waistband of my boxers. "They're just so damn comfy though…" I grinned, pulling out a chair from the kitchen table and sitting Indian style on it.

Ryou growled defensively, jumping down off the counter and tossing the measuring cups in the empty mixing bowl. "Katsuya, I do believe I asked nicely," he confirmed, finding a seat on my lap so that he was facing me and his legs dangled from the sides. "I used good boy manners too, you know," he grinned seductively, his hands slipping into my boxers and roughly gripping my dick.

My back arched slightly upon his touch as my eyes locked with his. They were shining and a smile played itself mischievously across his lips.

"I don't know if I quite understand," I sighed, smirking hopefully. "Show me?"

Suddenly, from nowhere, the worst blush I'd seen in a while spread over the bridge of Ryou's nose, highlighting his cheeks as well. "Oh… you!" he giggled, removing the hold on my penis and punching me weakly in the chest.

I groaned in protest to his release of my skin, as he made it worse by climbing off my lap and hurrying back over to the counter. I guess he realized he was being a lot bolder than usual. Aww, how cute. He's embarrassed. ^_^

"But I'm serious Katsuya!" Ryou continued, picking an egg out of the carton and cracking it into the bowl, tossing the shells quickly to the side. "It's not fair that I have to wear this gaudy apron and you get to lounge about comfortably in your boxers! Now come, come!" What is this a lecture? I looked up and found Ryou, one knee on the counter, struggling to reach a frying pan from the cabinet overhead. "I don't hear the rustling of falling clooo~thes!" he chimed, stretching upwards and jumping slightly. Of course, he was exposing that delicious ass of his to ANYTHING that wondered by. Tsk! Something must be done!

Quietly I stood, pulling my boxers down my legs and using my big toe to push them under the chair. I crept silently across the kitchen floor.

"Katsuya?" he whined, taking a swipe for the frying pan. "Katsuya, what are you doing? Katsuya-darling, say something. What in bloody hell are you doing?"

Right. As if I'd just TELL him and ruin the surprise? Not fucking likely… My hands swiftly gripped the curve of his waist as I pressed my body into his to keep him in that position. My penis pressed to the cheeks of his ass softly, producing a quick gasp from his mouth.

"Oh, Katsuya," Ryou objected, trying to push back. "Not on the food." Wow. What_A_KillJoy.

"Oh…fuck you, Ryou," I grinned, mimicking him playfully as I reached around to grab the bottle of strawberry syrup. "Lemme have some fun, will ya?'

Ryou groaned, pushing the bowl backwards and settling into the counter. "I honestly don't know why I try," he sighed, and I was really hoping he was kidding.

I pulled back slightly, sinking to my knees and popping open the top of the syrup. Mmm…

"Don't pretend you don't like it," I smirked, beginning to drizzle the red desert topping over the curve of his ass, smearing it across the skin with my free hand.

Weeee! Like finger paints!

The palm of my hand massaged a cheek with the sticky fluid as the other undid the tie in the back of the apron. Ryou got the gist of what I was doing and pulled it over his head, tossing it in the sink. With that said and done, my hand slid between his legs and wrapped it's fingers one by one around the shaft of his cock.

"Mmm, I won't," Ryou murmured airily, pressing himself harder to the counter and stretching his ass out farther.

I picked up the syrup bottle with the massaging hand and blindly poured an overly decent helping of the strawberry contents over my opposite hand and his penis.

Ryou gasped shortly, arching his back as his nails gripped the side of the sink. "That's really cold…jerk," he pouted, moaning softly as my hand began stroking his length softly, becoming stuck every now and again on the sticky desert. The other hand returned to his butt.

I love Ryou's butt. I love Ryou' s butt. "I love your butt," I commented quickly, grasping a cheek gently and spreading it from the other.

"I'm happy?" Ryou whimpered as two of my fingers teased over the head of his dick.

Without responding, I buried my tongue in his crack, licking upwards roughly and managing a muffled giggle when I heard the strangled moan Ryou produced. I must say, the taste of his skin goes well with a mouthful of strawberry syrup! Me like-ie! I ran my tongue slowly across a cheek, my hand increasing the actions that Ryou's hips slightly jerked and twitched along with.

" Katsuya," he groaned, burying his face in one of his arms. "That feels realllllly nice."

I laughed quietly, once more submerging my tongue between his cheeks. My hand helped to pull the butt cheek more towards the side as I flicked my tongue repeatedly over the entrance, my lips enveloping it and sucking softly.

Ryou whimpered loudly, a shiver finding its way leisurely up his spine.

Hehe. I'm am ass kisser. Now Katsuya, nobody likes a kiss ass.

I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for any relief of my own throbbing erection, while I ate Ryou from behind. Mmm…yummy, strawberry saucy Ryou butt. I pressed my tongue forward into the small pucker briefly, pulling it back and jabbing it again.

"Uh! Katsuya now you're te-easing meee!" Ryou whined loudly, his voice sounding desperate.

I slid my tongue down his crack once more before nibbling at his cheek, hand #1 rejoining hand #2 to work at pumping his dick. He was trembling noticeably from the strain of his upcoming release and I'm afraid for dear Ryou…that just wasn't on the agenda yet. My hands ceased all movements, releasing his cock and falling to my sides.

Ryou cried out from lost contact which made me shudder; my thighs clamped together for all the relief they could provide.

Acting quickly, I slid between his legs, turning and sitting back in a crouched position with my back against the bottom of the counter and Ryou's crotch looming in my face.

"E'llo lovely," I imitated Ryou smugly, grasping his erection with my hands and kneading the precum across the tip to mix with the syrup.

Ryou threw his head back, groaning rather loudly as I suddenly slammed his entire length down my throat, pulled back, and took him in once more. I removed my left hand to steady his hips and pressed the middle finger of my right hand into his tight heat.

Ryou's back arched drastically as he adjusted to having a finger rammed up his ass. I prodded quickly, searching… always searching… I pressed.

"Ahh!" Ryou cried, clenching his teeth and scraping his nails along the counter above my head.

Bull's-eye, baby!

I retracted the finger halfway, jamming it back up into his ass to meet ends with his prostate. I only had time for a few more thrusts of the finger before Ryou came, whimpering in some sexy porn-star tone and spilling cum into my mouth. Effectively, I dribbled it everywhere and swallowed only a small portion of it. Heheh…whoops. My bad. But the blandish/salty jizz flavor and strawberry syrup taste didn't go so well together. Definitely not better than Ryou butt.

Oh…god. I need to cum. I need to cum. Before Ryou could say anything in response, I stood to my feet and ground my hips to his, hoping that would give him a clue. "Ryou," I panted, "I really wanna-"

"So I see," he smirked, pressing back into me with his own, sweat-dampened body and grabbing another bottle from the counter. I couldn't see the label too well, my eyes were kind of hazy, but once he'd undone the cap I could smell it faintly. Ryou doused me from head to toe in 100% vegetable oil, also tipping the bottle over his shoulders and stomach to make sure he was drenched too.

He moved our slick bodies together, attempting to hook one of my legs around his waist. Of course it slipped right off.

"Damn," Ryou cursed lightly. Hurriedly he held my leg up with an arm and held securely to my waist with the other as he cautiously buried his oil-lubricated length into me.

Yeow! Alright! Owww… that'll hurt tomorrow… He moved slowly at first, adjusting to the tightness of my ass and also making sure I was alright. Awww, how considerate… Fuck me!!

His thrusts quickly picked up a steady pace, until he was jerking out and slamming it back in as hard as he could, pounding me to the counter. Each time he hit my prostate, sending small jolts of pleasure that destroyed my vision.

I bit back a long groan that fell from my lips.

"What? You like that, Katsuya?" Ryou smirked, sweat shining fresh on his face as he bent down his neck to take one of nipples in my mouth and roll it between his teeth.

I came shortly after that, groaning out my release as I shot cum all over Ryou's stomach. He finished up with a few quick, well felt thrusts before he tensed and came inside me, stumbling slightly and leaning on my chest, sliding a little down the front from the oil.

When I felt I had my voice back, I broke the silence. "You just wasted an entire bottle of vegetable oil you sick, sick bastard."

Ryou looked up into my face, raising an eyebrow as he jerked himself out roughly for payback. "Let's take a shower. I wanted to go shopping today."

Shopping? Oh god, no.

"But what about my breeeaaaakfast?" I whined, licking the remaining strawberry syrup from between my fingers and fixing him with the puppy eyes. Hahha! They never fail…lalala, makes me wanna wag my tail…

"I'll buy you a muffin or something!" Ryou giggled, attempting to punch me in the shoulder, only to have it slide down harmlessly. He walked off towards the bathroom, humming Sublime's `Wrong Way' and shaking his Bakura-Booty. "The only family that he's ever had," his voice drifted from down the hall, altering the lyrics slightly. "Is a creepy, blind sister and a drunk-ass Dad. He needed money, so he put him on the street. Everything was going fine until the day he met me!"

"RYOU!" I cringed. "Shut up!!" As if I didn't know who he was singing about. Idiot. I looked around the kitchen slightly and seethed. "Ryou! You ALWAYS leave me with clean-up! You heartless bastaaaaard!!"

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