Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Summer Heat ❯ Painting ( Chapter 3 )

Ryou woke up the next day, finding the house to be hotter than it had been in days. Especially hotter than yesterday, though that really wasn't saying much. As he walked down the stairs, he found the kitchen empty, and quickly made himself breakfast.

When he was done and dressed and had still hadn't seen Bakura, he began to become suspicious. A loud thump and a shout from upstairs alerted him to where his yami most likely was located.

He pushed open the door to Bakura's room slowly, almost afraid of what he would find. Indeed, as soon as it was open, he wished he hadn't seen. Yet, it was a bit amusing. The white haired spirit was shaking a fist at a spilled can of paint, trying to talk `sense' into it.

“You stupid piece of crap! You're not supposed to do that! Argh!”

“Problem? Because I'm pretty sure paint cans can't hear.” Bakura nearly jumped out of his skin.

“You're supposed to be downstairs!”

“Yes well, normally, when people hear things upstairs in the house, they come to investigate, though I'm sure I should have kicked that habit by now. Now, why exactly, are you painting your room?”

His eyes narrowed and he pointed at the walls. “Because they're plain. Now get out.”

Ryou knew he should quite while he was ahead, but he was bored, and boredom often led to dangerous acts. “Why should I?”

“Because I said so.” Bakura was still glaring at him.

“I want more of a reason than that.” This time his yami just looked shocked, never having received a command like that.

“Too damn bad Ryou, now leave!”
“No.”

“No? What do you mean no?” He was shouting now.

“I mean, N-O. What part of that is difficult for you to comprehend.” He was flirting with death and finding it amusing. “If you want me to go away so badly, make me.”

“Gah! Ryou, just, go away for a while! Please.” Ryou almost kept pushing it, but at the last word, he just sighed in defeat.

“Fine,” he said, almost sadly. Despite his annoying questioning, he had actually been curious. And Bakura was acting oddly. Please…he never said please. “Whatever.” He had homework he could be doing, leaving him with the remainder of the summer to do as he wished.

But of course, heat affects people. In his case, he helped him fall asleep at his desk. What woke him up, some hours later, was his own bedroom door banging open. “Ryou! Up, now!” He rubbed his eyes, finding himself being dragged into the freshly painted room. The sight inside surprised and confused him.