Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Room For Rent ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Room for Rent

Chapter Eight

AN: happy holidays, y'all! I've been fiddling with my new computer, playing too much Windwaker, and not getting enough sleep! I hope you're having as much fun as I am!

"What'cha doin'?" Bakura asked, staring as Ryou mixed various spices together in a pot on the stove.

"I am concocting a solution that shall have the power to rid the world of all those named Bakura!" Ryou said magnificently.

"O.o. Does that mean the thing you're making will kill me, and anyone else unlucky enough to have my name?"

"By George, I think he's got it!"

"Who's George?" Bakura asked, confused.

Ryou glared at him, before going back to stirring the liquid in the pot, throwing a few cloves in for good measure. The doorbell rang. "Answer the door."

"No," Bakura said, pouting and crossing his arms.

Ryou sighed heavily. "Fine. I'll answer the door. You can finish making the Wassail."

"Wos-what?" Bakura called to the boy's retreating back.

"Just look at the recipe!"

Bakura angrily stomped over to the bubbling pot, looking on the counter next to the stove. The cookbook (1,001 Ways to Celebrate the Season With Your Family) was open to a recipe for the drink.

Ingredients:

one unpeeled orange

12-18 whole cloves

brown sugar

1 tsp. cinnamon

pinch powdered cloves

pinch mace

1/2 tsp. allspice

1/2 tsp. ground ginger

1 strip lemon peel

1 cup water

1 quart port wine

1 quarter cup brandy: heated

nutmeg

"Ooh, it's alcoholic!" Bakura cried gleefully, setting to work without a moment's hesitation, pouring the wine and heated brandy in with no concern for measurements. Once both bottles had been drained, he threw them in the trash and bounced merrily into the living room.

"Oh, hello, Seto Kaibaaaaaaaaaa!"

Kaiba glared.

"Fine; see if I care. You're just a computer geek anyway," Bakura huffed.

"Are you finished making the Wassail?" Ryou asked, closing the closet door (Kaiba had refused to take off his pointy trenchcoat).

"Of course I am! It was more fun than I thought it would be!"

"It will be the instrument of your doom," Ryou reminded him, putting the presents from Seto under the tree.

"So? It was still fun!"

"Right."

Ryou's and Bakura's living room slowly filled with Ryou's friends, random people from off the street, and groups of bloodthirsty yaoi fangirls.

"Uhh… what do we do now?"

"SNOG!" Fangirl # 1 yelled.

"I'm thinkin' not," Jounouchi said, although not everyone agreed with his decision; Otogi was giving Honda the bedroom eyes, while Malik and Marik had "mysteriously" disappeared.

"Let us eat!"

"Yay!" There was a mad stampede toward the food tables.

After eating so much food the guests were miserable, they seated themselves in the living room once again, gathering around the stack of presents.

"Anybody want to pass out the presents?" Ryou asked, but no one volunteered; they were too stuffed to move from their comfy spots on his couches. "Fine then; I'll do it," he got up, grumbling, and plopped down in front of the tree.

He picked up a present on the top of the pile. "Oh, look! It's for me!" He shook the gold-wrapped package, holding it to his ear. He blushed, then glanced back at the name tag. "MARIKU!"

Mariku stumbled out of the bathroom with an `Eep!', glancing back and forth. "Nani? IS SOMEONE DYING?" He spotted the radish-colored Ryou sitting on the floor. "OH RYOU, DON'T DIE YET! THERE WERE SO MANY THINGS WE HADN'T DONE YET!"

"YOU PERVERT!" Ryou shrieked.

"Oh. Why, thank you," Mariku said, primping in front of a mirror hanging on the wall. "Do you think I should dye my hair red?" he asked Otogi. Otogi stared back at him as if the blonde was crazy, which of course, he was. "No, I didn't think so either…"

"WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS!?" Ryou shrieked, brandishing the parcel in Mariku's face.

"Does my dear little Ryou not know the true meaning of Christmas?" Mariku asked. "Christmas is a time where family and friends actually speak to eachother! And they even get eachother gifts no one wants that come from the Dollar Tree! That is the true meaning of Christmas!"

"How touching," Malik said from the doorway of the bathroom, dabbing at his eyes with a piece of fabric he had cut from Ryou's tablecloth.

"But why did you get me… bad things?"

"It's only socks," Mariku said flatly.

"What?" Ryou asked, a little embarrassed now about the whole ordeal.

"But they're special socks. Go on. Open them."

"They'd better not have porno pictures of you and Malik on them!"

"Oh Ryou, I'm hurt. I'd never do a thing like that!"

"Uh-huh. Right."

"Are you gonna pass out any presents already?!" the mob yelled.

"Oh. Oh, yeah…" Ryou said sheepishly, blushing. "Here, Anzu. It sounds like Jounouchi got you a blender."

"Yay! A blender," Anzu said, in a tone that clearly stated she didn't want a blender. After all, what would she do with it?

"I just knew you'd like it!" Jounouchi said happily.

"All right folks, I know that was a little too exciting for your own good, but I'm going to throw another one out! Ah, and it sounds like Yuugi has a new pair of leather boots from Yami. As if he really needs them…"

*~*

By midnight, everyone had left, and Ryou was trying to make Bakura help him clean up.

"Oh, come on, `Kura!"

"Only if you let me open my present from you first!" Bakura said, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.

"You can do that on Christmas morning!" Ryou said

"It's already Christmas morning! See!" Bakura yelled, shoving his digital watch in Ryou's face.

"Get to bed!" Ryou yelled, losing his cool.

"Nope," Bakura said, facing away from him.

"NOW!"

The doorbell rang.

"See, I can't go to bed. I have to answer the door," Bakura said, answering the door just to spite Ryou.

He was greeted by one of their neighbors, wearing a dressing gown and a nightcap. The man stood there, yawning.

"May I help you?" Bakura asked in a not-so-nice way that could get one fired from a fast food restaurant.

"Oh, yes. Could you two please keep it down? I know you're trying to have hot bunny sex in there, and I totally respect that, but my children are trying to sleep. If they are not asleep in their beds with visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads, Santa Claus will not visit them and they will be sad children!"

"I need a drink," Ryou said, and drained the rest of the Wassail in the pot (which was, unsurprisingly, quite a lot).

Meanwhile, Bakura was insulting the man in any way possible while trying to recover from the `hot bunny' comment. "It sounds like they're already sad children! I mean, they have you for a father!" With that, he slammed the door in the man's face.

"Who wears a sleeping cap anymore anyway? And a man wearing a dressing gown! I certainly hope that if he has any sons, they're all adopted."

Bakura went back to shaking his presents still left under the tree. Ryou staggered into the living room, landing on the floor next to Bakura. "Eh?"

"How much wine and brandy did you put in the Wassail?"

"Uhh… all of both bottles. Why? Was I not supposed to?"

"Ugh," Ryou groaned. "I think I'm gonna barf."

"Not on me!" Bakura shrieked, trying to get away.

"Bakura… carry me to my room?"

"You'll be fine walking by yourself," Bakura, obstinate as ever, plopped down on the couch.

Ryou clambered onto the couch beside him, taking hold of his arm.

"What do you think you're doing, female?"

"Hmm," Ryou sighed, snuggling into Bakura's side. "I'll let that comment slide, but only because I'm sloshed."

Bakura blushed, staring down at the sleeping Ryou. "Blah," he said.

*~*

Ryou found himself being rudely awakened after only five hours of sleep. "Can I open the presents now? Can I, huh, can I?"

Ryou grinned, seeing the shining face of Bakura. He was lying on the couch with a blanket over him. He was extremely groggy (a word that probably originated from `grog', the sailor's drink of choice) and he felt like he was lukewarm death (AKA death warmed over). Bakura, however, was hopping around excitedly, waiting for Ryou's answer.

"Go ahead," Ryou said, groaning.

"Here!" Bakura said, and Ryou found a present in his lap.

"How'd that get there?" Ryou asked slowly.

"Open it! Open it!"

Ryou slowly tore the paper off, making Bakura impatient. "RIP THE PAPER! YOU MUST HEAR ITS SCREAMS!"

"I don't need your help, thanks," Ryou said, having finally torn off the last miniscule speck of dancing reindeer wrapping paper from the box. He slid the lid off the box.

"Yay, a dog collar!"

"I got you an `I'm With Stupid' T-shirt, too! That way you don't have to make any snide comments, you can just stand beside me!"

"I love it Bakura, I love it," Ryou droned.

"I'm so glad! Now, I can open my present!" Bakura happily took to shredding the paper. "A…a manga?"

"Yup! It's Saint Tail!"

"AAAAAAAH! Creepy shoujo manga! HOW COULD YOU RYOU, HOW COULD YOU?"

"It's just a gag. I really got you some pants."

"Really! Yay! They're leather! Let me try them on!"

Bakura was back five minutes later. It had taken so long because he couldn't stop admiring himself in the mirror, but I won't go into that. "I love them, Ryou! Thank you!" He said, hugging Ryou happily. "Wait… whoa, that was strange."

"Y-yes it was," Ryou said, carefully avoiding the sight of a leather-clad Bakura. "Of course, it's just imitation leather. I'll let you eat cows, but I don't want you wearing any!"

"But it's even the right size! …Wait. How do you know my size?" Seeing Ryou blush deeply, he reiterated. "My pants size, you hentai!"

"Oh. I do wash your clothes, you know."

"Really? I thought the laundry fairies did that."

"Pfft. Moron. I'm going to bed now." Ryou was halfway to the stairway before Bakura realized what he was doing.

"Matte, Ryou! You need to cook me breakfast!" Bakura yelled, jogging up to Ryou (don't ask me how).

"Eep!"

"What? What are you going `eep' for, all of the sudden?" He followed Ryou's line of vision, to see mistletoe hanging above them.

"I told you not to hang that stuff up all over the place, but you did it anyway, and look where it's got you…" Bakura sighed, eyes flicking back to Ryou's crimson face. "Oh well, I suppose just this once…" Bakura said, and gave Ryou a small kiss on the lips.

"Eek!" Ryou said, and fainted dead away, still blushing.

"I guess that means you enjoyed it, then?" Bakura asked of Ryou's unmoving body.

He smirked.

AN: Yay! Another chapter finished! Sorry about the long wait! I hope you enjoyed it, though. After all, I did make them kiss. So, review and… er…. Yeah. And don't wear the cows. Eat them, but don't wear them.

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