Cooking Class 101

Yaoigoddess: *faints* YAY! I’m on some ones favorites list *goes to check* *faints again* YAY! Well they both do drastic things… though running away was an option I considered for Bakura, he doesn’t have that kinda money to spend on gas or airplane tickets.
happy yaoi lover: sorry it took a while, when I got back I invited Bakura over to help me bake (considering I cook worse then Bakura, it took a while for us both to get out of the hospital)
Eres: my trip went... um … fine? *shrug* I used to write for fanfiction, but most of the ppl there are snobby, and since I didn’t get a single review, I came over here, ppl here are the best!! ^.^
KuramaandHiei4ever: well I’m going to try to update a little more frequently now, so no worries, just got to get back into fafictioning shape ^.^
WIEJ!: sorry I didn’t I needed to sort life.. my friend visited from another state and we painted the town vermilion ^.^
Deb: well I think he had all that meanness bottled up, he just exploded…hehehehe
Hikaru: meh baka, you need to lay off the sugar -_-u
Darkangel: he left because he needed some space, what I didn’t tell you was after he left he ran down and raided the bakery of cream puff, it was devastation for miles
SweetMisery: Ryou’s in a better place
Ryou: *coughliarcough*
Artimus: hush!
YamiRynEnjeru: yay! I love ficcy stalkers, I wish I had more! Well like all good stories the plot goes down hill to the point of almost no return, then I find a way to make it go lower…*cough* I mean get better *smile smile*

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(Ryou)

I sn myn my favorite bar stool, in my favorite bar, downing my favorite drink, and drinking my self closer to oblivion. It had been three days since I left Bakura’s house, three long days with almost nothing to do. If I went back to Yugi’s place the little critter would scurry around trying to make me comfortable. I knew it was exhausting him and Yami didn’t like all the attention Yugi gave me, and I didn’t like being fussed on.

I took another sip of my Jack Daniels and stared at the writing on the bottle they had given me. “Jack Daniels Single Barrel Tennessee Whiskey” I read out loud to my self as I took another sip. It had cost me a little over forty dollars which wasn’t too bad, better to put a hole in your wallet, then in your head.

Bakura was probably happy now any ways, right? He’s probably baking him self a cake with his new found cooking abilities. The cake would say, ‘I’m glad HE”S gone’.

I slammed my cup down one the table, “Life’s a bitch, they can all shove it!”. Several of the other customers drank to that and I nodded and went back to tracing circles in the water with my finger, staring at the hard wood table, my eyes half lidded with my own cocktail of emotions and drunkenness.

A slow song played in the stereo, a nice trumpet beat with a piano playing at the back. Nice and slow, a wilting melody, very suiting for my mood. I loved this bar because it made me think of what the bars back in history might have been like. It was a pleasant mix of new in old that kept that down on your luck bar theme. Though maybe it was the patrons that brought that theme in with them.

I poured my self another glass before taking a slow sip, savoring the knowledge that my brain was rotting out of my head from all the alcohol intake. I hadn’t signed up for a new school yet, though I had released my self from the old one. I had wasted my life studying and what has it got me? The title ‘nerd’? A few cheap ribbons? Does all that even compare to how much time I’ve spent alone in my room staring at my books, typout out useless papers on dead people and thinking about things a normal person doesn’t even use in every day life. I’m not going to walk in to a store and make my self some nuclear fusion. I don’t ever plan on going get gas for my car and wondering which war general fought harder at the turn of the of the revolution.

Bakura was right all along, I ‘ne ‘nerd’ I don’t have a real life, I’m small and weak and I don’t have fun. My hand grip my small shot glass tight as the pain of realization made its way to the logic in my soul.

I look up at the bar setting again and notice besides me only another person is left. I feel slightly dizzy as I get up and walk towards her sitting down on the seat next to hers. She turns and looks at me with her dull brown eyes.

“Yes honey? What can I do for you?” she says as she turns to face me. Her old leather jacket covering up her scantly clad body, it didn’t take much to figure out she was a lady of the night, a street hooker.

“What do you live for? Does it make you happy?” I ask dazedly. She chuckles and pulls out a cigarette lighting it with a Mickey Mouse lighter.

“I live for the entertainment business if you know what I mean, babe. Yeah, I guess it makes me happy some times, but when it doesn’t I come here. Is that all you’ll be wanting, huh, hot stuff?” She asks as she leans towards me exposing a lot of cleavage.

I pay the bartender and turn to her, “yeah that all I wanted, have a nice life”. I leave the bar wrapping my arms around my self just thinking. It’s already past twelve at night and the street lamps shine down there tainted yellow light.

I stop out side a night club, neon lights flash out a women dancing on a pole. I walk in and watch for a while, before lng ing in disgust. Bakura was right again, I am gay. I walk down the street heading in an unknown direction trying to lost my self mentally and physically.

I come across another building, this one is different, it doesn’t advertise as loudly as the previous one did, but it still advertised. I walked in to a room full of girls all drooling as they watched a sexy man strut his stuff teasingly as very alluring music played. They seemed mesmerized as he pranced around dressed in very little. I sat down and watched the guy on stage do his little act.

Maybe this is what I’m meant for… this will get me attention, I won’t be a nerd, I’ll be the life of the party like Bakura is. I wont have to know that much, I don’t have to study, I’ll make money just like that lady down at the bar and I’ll drink my self stupid on my break. No one loves me, now every one will adore me.

I walk to the counter and ask to see the manager. I tell him what he wants to hear and he looks me over before I sign up. This will be my new life, my name will no longer be Ryou Ai, my new name will be Atsui Ai.

(Bakura)

Ryou hadn’t been around for three days, I guess he was right he did leave. Just like he said the principal had called me in. He looked really panicked and yelled at me a few times about it being my fault the best student in the in tire school district dropped out of his school and disappeared. I rolled my eyes and pretended I didn’t care, even if deep down I was a wreck.

I did every thing normally, failed tests, beat up small children and robbed the school of supplies for no reason just to throw that stuff away since I really didn’t care for it.

I sat down under my tree at lunch along with my other friends who bickered normally and Scott sat next to me and went over his notes for class. Mike sat down after throwing Chad in a trash can and pulled out his own notes. His were all math notes. Chad climbed out of the trashcan and started wrestling with Mike and I just stared at Mike’s discarded notes.

“Hey you two break it up! Mike get your ass over here I need to ask you some thing!” I yelled and Mike flipped me off. With a sigh I got up and threw them off of each other dragging Mike by his arm back to the tree. He didn’t like being dragged so he pushed me off and followed me of his own will.

“What do you want Bakura?” he asked as he sat down and collected his notes stuffing them in a tattered barely usable blue back pack.

“I want you to teach me some math stuff, all you know” I said and Mike stared at me like I just told him he was penniless before he start laughing, he was on his back laughing him self to tears. I rolled my eyes, “I’m serious you jack ass”. Mike looked up at me and wiped his eyes.

“You’re not kidding? No offence Bakura, you’re the best leader, but your not the brightest crayon in the box” Mike said as he sat next to me trying to stop laughing.

“Well I want to learn, there’s no reason why I can’t, I learned how to cook” I said as I pulled up some of the grass. Mike nodded, “yeah that was after you killed a teacher, injured half your class and blew up the class room”.

I stared at Mike determinedly, Ryou was right; I didn’t know any thing about living in the real world. Maybe he left because I was to helpless on my own, I couldn’t cook, I coul do do math or science well, I had a hard time with big words and I barely new any thing about history besides the fact that there was a couple wars some time or another. I’m to much of a slacker, if I don’t change every will leave me, its not like any one loves me, every one loves the smart people.

“I don’t care what it takes I want to learn some thing so that I’m not a total bum” I said as I stared at the holes I had made in the ground.

Scott put a hand on my shoulder. “Well I’m not failing two of my classes; I have a C- in history, and a B in Language.”. I nodded and smiled before I felt a hand come down on my hair and ruffle it.

I looked up and saw Chad smile, “I know as little as you do Bakura buddy, but I think I know this guy whose knows a lot about science, he showed me how to make a bomb and a flashlight. I’m sure I could have him teach you some thing.

I nodded, this is it, I’m going to turn my life around so that if I ever meet Ryou again I can tell him that I’ve learned a lot, then we can both be smart and happy. I stared up at the bright blue sky; it had rained hard the night Ryou left, maybe it was a cleaning rain, washing away my bad points to make room for good ones.

“Let’s start learning right now; I got some thing to prove to the world!!” I yelled out, my friends clapped and cheered. On the inside I whispered to my self the truth, ‘I got some thing to prove to Ryou’.

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Well they are really confused…*sigh* and considering Bakura has a party to attend on Saturday this should turn out very interesting, all questions should be answer so don’t worry, I know every one after reading the previous chapter thought, “wow! Who the hell knew Ryou could flip some one?!”. well it’ll be answered, I don’t know when the last chapter is, but the story is coming to a close I’ll tell you that ^.^