Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Summer Heat ❯ Ice ( Chapter 2 )

By the time he returned from the movies, the house had grown even colder, if that was possible. Closing the door quietly behind him, he reluctantly made his way towards the kitchen.

 

The site that greeted him was so amusing that he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. Bakura was still sitting on the table, his head leaning against the corner of the wall. He had apparently fallen asleep after trying to make a bridge across the room.

 

The chairs and various other objects from the counters were set across the floor like stepping stones, though it didn't seem to reach the doorway. Which was probably the reason the spirit was still sitting on the table.

 

“So, the floor bested you?” he asked, startling the other out of his sleep.

 

“No! I was merely entertaining myself while you were out. And you said it would melt!” He said the last bit accusingly.

 

“If I help you off, you have to promise not to murder me….or cause me any amount of pain,” he added as an afterthought.

 

“No.”

 

“Fine. Then stay there. I'm going upstairs, where I won't be able to here you if you change your mind.” He watched Bakura's eyes widen at the prospect of being stuck there for even longer.

 

“Fine, fine.”

 

Smirking uncharacteristically, he moved the chairs into positions that allowed his yami to escape the freezing room. Following that action, he actually did turn the heat down before returning to his room.

 

It wasn't long before the door banged open. “I'm bored,” Bakura declared, sitting on the bed.

 

“And what would you like me to do about that? Entertain you?” Ryou rolled his eyes at the devious smile on the other's face. “Too bad. I have to clean up the kitchen and cook dinner. So go enter--actually, on second thought. Go watch television. Don't do anything else but watch television.”

 

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An hour later, Ryou was sitting in the kitchen which was now at a normal temperature, eating dinner. Several thunks later, he sighed in exasperation, really beginning to hate this day.

 

Making his way into the living room, he was in time to see another shoe go flying at the wall. “What are you doing?” he nearly screamed.

 

“The TV was boring, so I decided to see how long it would take to crack the wall.”

 

“Those are my shoes!”

 

“I know,” Bakura replied calmly, from his position on the floor.

 

“I may kill you,” he muttered softly, sinking onto the couch.

 

“No you won't.”

 

“Oh? And why not?” Ryou felt honest curiosity at that statement.

 

“Because,” was the only reply he got. Too tired to push the matter, he slunk back up to his room, defying the urge to pour water on his yami and turn the heat down again. It would probably solve more problems then it would cause.