Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Room For Rent ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Room For Rent

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Chapter Two

(Ryou POV)

"Hey, Baku, what's this?" he asked, holding up a random object he had found in a box full of his junk.

Bakura grimaced at the use of the nickname, opting to ignore the question. His reason? He was angry…that and he wasn't even sure what the object was himself.

"Oh, c'mon, I'm you're going to live here, you'll have to start talking to me again sometime," Ryou whined.

Bakura hadn't spoken to him in a while; in fact, his last words to him had been, `Go seduce a llama'. Ryou, for his sake and the sake of all llama-kind, had not taken his advice.

Bakura wordlessly pried the random object from Ryou's hands, tossing it in the closet, where it would not be seen or heard from again until it was time for spring-cleaning. Then he plopped back down on the bed, twiddling his thumbs and watching Ryou as he unpacked all his mounds of junk for him.

"I'm going to the grocery store later," was Ryou's newest attempt at starting a conversation…or at least an exchange of words.

No answer.

"You should go with me, or I won't know what sort of foods you like."

Bakura stared at the wall behind him. That was an interesting spot. From his strange upside-down position, it looked almost like a rabbit…a puke green rabbit. He suddenly felt a painful tug on his scalp, and made an interesting noise of indignation that sounded something reminiscent to "Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh".

"Have you been listening?!" Ryou practically yelled in his ear.

"Um…no?"

"Fine then. I'm going to the grocery store, and I'm buying you lots and lots of BRUSSEL SPROUTS! …And SPINACH!"

Bakura sweat-dropped like this: -.-; and made an offhand comment about paying to live with a psycho. "You have fun then. And remember to take your medicine."

"AARGH!"

Ryou angrily grabbed his keys, on the kitchen counter, and stomped out the door. It slammed shut, leaving the house silent except for the banging of the screen door behind him. He practically broke the car door while trying to open it, jamming the key in the ignition and turning it. The engine roared to life with a viciousness. Yes, viciousness.

Ryou spun the tires as he backed out of the driveway, and was almost immediately pulled over by a cop.

"Where do you think you're going, hotrod?"

"…The grocery store," Ryou said meekly.

"You're in quite a rush, aren't you?" Ryou nodded. "Let me see your license and registration, then."

Mind-cursing is a wonderful thing. *%&@^&! "I-I'm afraid I left my license at home…"

"Then I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you into custody."

"B-but officer, I'm just pulling out of my driveway; can't I just go inside my house and get it?"

"Now, if I let you off, then I'd have to let everyone else off, wouldn't I?"

"Y-yes sir," Ryou gulped.

"Exactly. So I'm afraid I can't. Now, come on, get in the police car. We'll have someone tow your car to the station later."

He suddenly found handcuffs around his wrists and bars in front of his face. He was stuck. In the back of a police car. Panic began to set in.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

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(Bakura POV)

A few minutes after Ryou had stomped from his room, Bakura ventured into the kitchen. There was a brown wallet lying on the counter. A thick brown wallet. Ryou would probably need this if he planned on buying groceries.

He flipped it open, to the section that held credit cards, driver's license, library card…diver's license? He pulled it out, staring at the boy's mug shot. He looked rather like some alien, white hair very poofy and eyes bulging to the point of taking up about 75% of his face. His mouth was hanging wide open. He wondered what someone had done to make him react that way. He laughed with much mirth at the funny picture.

"Ooh, money!" He looked inside the money pouch, and found…a moth. It flew out of its cloth prison, biting him angrily on the ear as it whooshed past him. Hn. He decided that maybe Ryou's wallet was really trying to do him in, and moved to the living room, plopping down on the navy daisy-decorated couch to watch TV. He couldn't find the remote. Gah!

He pulled the cushions from the couch, and did not find a small, worshipped god of channel-changing, but did find an old cherry lollipop, some cheese crackers, and five yen. He stuffed the cushions back on the couch (he did it the wrong way, of course), and continued his quest for the holy…remote, flopping to the floor and staring under the couch. He couldn't see much of anything except springs and whatever else is in the bottom of couches, so stuck his hand in the empty space.

He didn't find the remote there either. He did, however, find a dust bunny. It was vicious. It bit him.

He finally got so disgusted with the couch that he got up and turned the TV on using the button on the bottom…and found the remote, on top of the entertainment center. He did a little `Praise be to Yevon' type bow, then grasped the remote, afraid it might fly away and bite him on the ear like the moth from Erebus.

Unfortunately, there was nothing on TV. Well, except a rerun of Martha Stewart, who was making a birthday cake shaped like an amoeba. At least, Bakura thought it looked like an amoeba. Martha said it was a football. Bakura thought it was a conspiracy. How or why, he didn't know, but he would get to the bottom of it!…as soon as the show was over.

Hours later (it was a marathon), a very hungry Bakura received a phone call. The first ring scared him, the second gave him an epiphany, and the third just plain annoyed him, so he picked the receiver from its cradle.

"Moshi moshi," he said.

"Bakuuuuuuraaaaa, come saaaaave me!"

"What are you talking about? ARE YOU PART OF THE CONSPIRACY?!"

"It's me, Ryou!"

"Oh…I knew that!"

"I'm at the police station…can you come get me?"

"What are you doing at the police station? ARE YOU DRUNK?!"

"No, I just…forgot my driver's license."

"Oh, yeah. That's an interesting picture, you know."

"You looked at it!?…Oh, I don't care! Just get over here!"

"Fine, fine. But you owe me."

There was a click as the other line was turned off. Bakura placed the phone back on its cradle, shut and locked the door, and was humming the theme song to "Mission Impossible" as he started his car….well, it was either that or Barney.