Cooking Class 101

Well heres the chapter where I get mauled afterward by angry sex deprived fans -_-u…. Ra have mercy…

Deb: well, I wanted to dedicate a whole chapter to t cau cause its gunna be kind big I suspect
Sisco: wow thanks ^.^
Starwarrior: ok wit no more then
Bwar: actually he is going to be in a … *gets smacked by Ryou: let her read it baka*
War-chan: sure ^.^
Eres: evil ay? Well fine then evil I will be mwahahaha! No but I have good reason, after the 5th page I decided to lump every thing in to the next chaper

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(Ryou)

I stopped by the drycleaners, the girls had got a little to frisky the other night and I ended up with nacho sauce all over me and a crowed full of screaming girls telling me to lick it off. Which of course… I did…. But that was beside the point. I walked in and handed the man what he wanted and he went to the backroom to retrieve my school boy uniform.

He came back with the outfit in a bag I took it and left. Man this was going t so so cool. If I play my cards right I could rip them off so bad and they would never notice. I drove to Yugi’s house which was my temporary home, walking upstairs past the game shop with its pretty duel monsters cards and memorabilia. I walked up to the guest room passing Yami who was on his way down from the bathroom. He gave me a ‘hello’ nod and walked the rest of the way down with out a second glance.

I found the guest room and plunked down on the bed. I wonder if Yugi’s worried? I haven’t been at his house in a while, though I’m sure Yami is just cheery about it. I close my eyes, it’s starting to get late and I should be heading over. Well, time to get dressed.

I slowly remove my clothes button by button pushing all my clothes to the floor to put on the leather thong and what not. Yami knocks on my door and the unlocked door swings open. I stand there like a deer in the headlights as Yami just stares. “Am I interrupting any thing Ryou?” Yami asked as he raised an eyebrow.

I have to act quickly before the situation gets worse. I switch over to my confident personality and walk over to Yami swaying my hips a little side to side. I watch him through fake lust filled eyes as he stares between my legs. “Do you need some thing Yami? I really am a busy boy” I ask him in a flirty tone. Yami coughs to clear his throat, “I just wanted to know if you needed any thing, I’m going to be downstairs for the rest of the night watching the shop. Yugi… Yugi is off with his grandfather seeing in the new shipment of cards”.

“I think I’ll be perfectly fine, though thanks for your concern” I say sexily as I lean against Yami in an almost accidental manner. “I really don’t want this to leak out, so if you’d be a pal and tell no one you saw me in this oh so tight leather, maybe you’ll get some thing as a reward” I said airily. Yami nodded rather hypnotized, “I won’t ...tell….reward”.

I gave Yami a quick kiss on the cheek, “thanks” . I slammed the door in his face and I heard him walked dazedly down the hall. Well that was a close one; he’ll probably shrug it off as lack of sleep. I go get my outfit the one I had sent to the dry cleaners and unzip the bag.

I gasp, “No this isn’t right, shit and the drycleaners is closed too”. I look down at the school girl uniform. That stupid guy at the dry cleaners must have got it mixed up. Well, I guess this is what I’m going to have to wear then; I comb my hair to the side and put it in pigtails. If I try to pass as a girl on my way there people won’t notice, they’ll just think I’m a cute flat chested girl. But if I look like a boy in girl clothes I’m bound to run in to trouble. I stuff my mask in my bag and walk out of the store sneaking pass Yami who was inspecting the headache medicine he took for hallucinatory side effects.

I drive down to the pizza place and order my self a large pepperoni and sausage pizza. After which I get in my car and drive over to the address I look up and gasp, this is… this is the party Bakura’s friend was talking about. This is where they work... he’s ...he’s going to be here, at this party, this party that I am going to perform at, this party in which he will be here and I will perform.

I mentally smack myself out of the monotony of my own words and take a deep breath. Its ok, he won’t recognize me, I’ve got a mask. Superman wear’s a pair of glasses and no one recognizes him, I got a lot better chance of no one recognizing me with a mask on. Following that logic I step out of the car and walk to the location with my mask on and ring the door bell. I hold my breath and hope that all goes well.

(Bakura)

I sat on the couch all Saturday morning watching the cartoons Ryou used to watch and eati who whole box of crème puff remembering Ryou’s face. Those sweet eyes of his, the way he laughed, it was so carefree and innocent, so light hearted and friendly. Even his life really did suck; he was so cheery on Saturdays.

I licked the cream off of my fingers slowly using my tongue to remove all the sugar as I sucked it all off and wiped my hands on my pants before giving a tired sigh. I had been up all night worrying about Ryou. There was still no word about him from any of the schools in the district and I was scared he was laying face down dead in the gutter. He’s not at all strong and he’s picked on too easily. What if some guys decided to pick a fight with him and he got gang banged. He’s probably bleeding in a ditch some where cursing my name.

Its thought like those that kept me up and sent me to the store to buy my self a box of crème puffs and eat it all alone and by myself. I should really get some sleep for tonight, it wont do if I’m knocked out with barely one beer in me. Marik would hate me, and then what…. And then I’d be all alone. Well I’d have Scott, but once he learned what a miserable persona I am he’s sure to leave me too, and he’ll take Chad and Mike with him. All I’ll have then are my books and good grades. But then again, isn’t that what Ryou only had? His books and good grades? It must have been hell to be all alone and every day he would come home and have to deal with me teasing him and beating on him and making him serve me. I curled up on the couch and fell asleep waking up at sunset.

I didn’t bother changing my wrinkled clothes; I just scratched my head and started walking into town. Ryou had taken the car when he left so I was left to walk every where I went. This had to be justice of some sort, to have to walk every where I go. I’m not good with making sense of divine justice so I just yawned and continued to walk.

I finally arrived at about 8:42. I knocked on the door to our shop and Marik opened the door throwing him self on me. “Bakura buddy we haven’t seen you in forever and a day! You haven’t been coming to work, are you being followed? Do you have detention, what ever screw ‘em all” Marik chuckled happily as he grabbed the back collar of my shirt and jacket and dragged me in. I waved to Malik as I was dragged across the floor to the back room which was all set up.

Lights had been temporarily attached to ttagetage around which were the poles. There were three seats, a beer cooler, different types of chips, two types of dip. I could only guess that the closet bedroom had been prepared too. I flopped down on one of the chairs and layback.

Malik walked up to me and sat down in the chair next to mine, “you seem a little down; Marik told me about the Ryou thing, I’m really sorry. But cheer up tonight will be fun, who knows what kind of crazy things will happen tonight; we may just end up drunk in the closet of the bowling ally, or wasted out in the school playground. Cheer up buddy, it’ll be fun”. I looked over at Malik and pulled him off of his seat on to my lap sighing into his chest. I snuggled against the warm Egyptian, “I hope your right”. Malik hugged me comfortingly and I just closed my eyes.

I really needed a hug, especially from some one this soft and cuddly, though not as cuddly as Ryou. No one could be as cuddly as Ryou.

The door bell rang and Marik called for Malik to answer it. Malik got off of me and walked to the door.

(Ryou)

The door opens and Malik stares at me, “wow strange uniform pizza delivery people wear these days”. Marik came running from inside the shop, “no, he’s the guy I orders from that strip club, and that’s the pizza I ordered that I wanted him to deliver. How cool is this? This is like every guys fantasy, Malik! Its sex and pizza! The delivery persons the hooker, this is like a dream. Oh as for you, nice costume, too bad it’s coming off”.

“um right, well you can call me Atsui, where would you like me?” I asked trying to change my voice. Marik smirked leaning forward and tracing my jaw with his finger tilting my chin up, “I’d like you on your knees with your legs spread moaning my name, how about that cutie?”.

I take a step back, maybe this was a bad idea. Malik elbows Marik in the gut and hands him the pizza I was holding, “sorry about him, he just gets too frisky for his own good some times, good thing he was just leaving to put the pizza on the table”. Marik grumbled and took the pizza to the other room; once Marik was gone Malik pushed me out side and closed the door behind us. I started to shiver.

Malik looked at me and smiled, “hello Ryou, long time no see, I’m guessing you don’t want Bakura to find out you’re here, and putting on a show for him”. I gasped, how did he know? Malik just giggled brushing the hair absent mindedly from his face, “well don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret. I know we never actually met before but I saw you from the car when Marik almost ran you over and was watching from the store window when you came out of that cute little shop to meet Bakura. SO considering we’ve never properly met…” Malik held out his hand, “My name is Malik Ishtar and it’s a pleasure meeting you”. I shook Malik’s hand.

“Well we better get you inside” Malik said as he pulled me by the hand, and led me inside the sex shop. The walls were covered with different toys and pills for this and that enhancement. The shelves were stocked with books on different techniques, and they had some weapons on display. This might have been a martial arts shop gone wrong.

I came in to the room and saw Bakura sitting in one of the chairs looking disheveled and weary. He looked nothing of the spunky, hot tempered, energetic guy I lived with for so long. He didn’t even look up at me, he just kept a sober expression on his face and sighed.

Why was he so miserable? Was I because I was gone? I thought he’d be happy that I was missing from his life. Malik smiled at Bakura, “if you don’t cheer up I’m going to have to kick your ass”. “or fuck it” Marik added in.

I set my bag down and climbed on to the little platform that had been set up. there were two polls each spaced wide enough apart form each other and some lights set up. I took a deep breath as marik took his seat and turned off the lights. The only lights that shone were on me. Malik leaned over and hit play on the radio/CD player and immediately a very sexy pounding song started to play. It was slithering through the air changing the mood of what seemed the whole room.

Bakura perked up as he stared at me. I smiled and started… now or never I suppose…

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Ha! Evil cliffy! No well I have a reason for it, I just wanted to throw all the sex and what not into one chapter, so I guess the next chapter is the last one…so pls review, and yes…yes I know I’m evil, evil like a psychotic squirrel! Mwahhahaah! Well I need to go hide behind my trusty rock before the pitchforks come out *grabs a pen and paper* *starts writing a long a lemon filled chapter, nothing but sex for several pages with little to no distion,ion, just sex, yummy healthy, good In large doses sex* I hope I don’t die before I complete it…*writes faster as people start throwing shoes*

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