Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Anything Can Happen ❯ Bakura+Microwave=Massive Destruction ( Chapter 3 )

Anything Can Happen

 

Ryou grinned to himself, when he finished cleaning the Ring. It was very beautiful, when cleaned. The light played delicately on the spikes, as Ring shone in the sun. Ryou put it on around his neck and gasped, when purple mist swirled around him. He came face to face, with the handsome occupant of the Ring. Bakura.

 

Bakura had steel-gray eyes that pierced your soul. His hair was short and in messy tangles. It was the color of dirtied silver, but beautiful. His skin was a golden tan, covering his well-toned muscles. In Ryou's eyes, he was beautiful and handsome.

 

A light silk, golden belt wrapped around his waist, as blue and silver cloth fell down to his ankles and pooled around his feet. In all honesty, it looked like one of those long skirts, Ryou's father sent him from Egypt. For what purpose? No one knows…. He also had, big, golden earrings, shaped like wings, around the silver, blue-ish gem.

 

"Aah, feels so good to be out of that stuffy Ring. I can breath!" Bakura stretched, as he praised the gods, for his freedom. He glanced down at Ryou, examining the boys lean, pale body. A smirk crossed his features, as he thought of things he could do to the boy. It was sooo long, since he had any form of pleasure. He noted the boys wonderfully full, chocolate eyes, wondering his body. His smirk widened, as he flexed for the boy. A delicate blush raced across Ryou's face.

 

"Like what you see?" Bakura wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Ryou. Ryou gasped and glared at Bakura, his fingers tightening around the Ring. He gave Bakura a 'how dare you?' look. Bakura rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Calm down. I was just fucking around…" Ryou stared at Bakura, mouth open. Ryou shook his head and glared at Bakura. "Earlier you said something about three wishes." Bakura blinked.

 

"Uh, yes. That I did. Why?" Ryou grinned. "Oh, nothing. I don't have any wishes, so why don't you stay with me for now, until I think up of something? That okay with you?" Bakura blinked once again. That caught him by surprise. "Um, sure…" Ryou's gaze hardened. "But if you are to live here, I want you to stick to my rules, got it?" Bakura grinned nervously, suddenly getting a bad feeling. "All right…"

 

"Good. First rule: No fucking around."

 

Bakura frowned. "Shit."

 

"Second rule: No swearing."

 

Bakura gritted his teeth. "And I'll think of the rest, as I get to know you better." Bakura sighed. "All right."

 

Ryou made his way to the kitchen, satisfied, with the progress. "By the way. Was it really necessary to wash the Ring?" Bakura shrugged. "I dunno. I just like my home clean."

 

"Third rule: No using me to do, what you're too lazy to do yourself." Bakura groaned, as he followed Ryou to the kitchen. He glanced around and grunted in approval. "Everything changed so much, since I was last outside." Ryou turned to look at Bakura from behind the open fridge. "What do you mean?" Bakura rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well the last time I was out, the owner of the Ring told me it was era, called the 'fifties'. Or something like that. I dunno. Everything looked, just different." Ryou nodded. He read a few books about the 'fifties' and seen a couple of movies, so he had a pretty good idea, what Bakura was talking about.

 

"How old are you anyway?" He questioned. Bakura leaned on the counter, pondering on his answer. "Hmm. I don't really remember. I kind of lost count, but I'll be about 3,000 years old." A plate slipped from Ryou's fingers and crushed to the ground. Bakura glanced at the bewildered teen and chuckled, as he magically, mended the plate back. Ryou took the plate and muttered 'thanks', as he wondered around the kitchen. "Still, I'm one of the youngest genies out there." Bakura winced, as the same plate, crushed to the ground, again. "There are more than just you? Wow!" Bakura smiled and mended the plate back, again. "Thanks."

 

Bakura looked around the kitchen and his gaze fell on microwave. "Ryou? What is that white box, with the numbers, on the black thingy?" Ryou raised his eyebrows. "Oh, you mean the microwave. It heats up the left over food, so you can eat it later." Bakura crossed the gap between the counters he was leaning on, to the 'microwave'. He smiled, with childish glee, as he pressed random buttons.

 

Ryou jumped, when something exploded, on the other side of the kitchen. He turned around and stared at Bakura, who quite literally, was smoking. His eyes fell on the destroyed, busted and broken microwave. Ryou sighed, giggling mentally at Bakura's expression. "Fourth rule: No touching microwaves…"

 

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*snicker* I love Bakura and microwaves. The guy has a Midas touch, I tell you. How is it that wherever Bakura goes, destruction follows? *goes away, musing*

 

Bakura: *still covered in smoke and coughing* Fucking microwave…

 

Ryou: *glares* Did you already forget rule #2?

 

Bakura: Feh.