Cooking Class 101

Deb:drunk Ryou got good reviews, he’ll be back, mwahahaha!
Eres: thank you eres-san, I’m glad you enjoy it so much^^ but seme and uke roles in this fic might be on the constant change^^
trivia-game: dont worry, more drunk Ryou inserting…I mean asserting…hehehehe ~_^
WIEJ!: I luv pancakes too^^
YamiRynEnjeru : don’t worry a lot more Ryou drunkenness in the future^^ hehehe
kuramaandhiei4ever : sure, yeast less bread works any time, and so does more Ryou drunkenness^^
SirKnightPadfoot: well I will be writing more Ryou/Bakura ones in the future, check out my authors page^^ sorry for updating late

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

(Bakura)

I sat down…

What I tiring day, I never really like Sundays you know… it always meant I’d have to go back to school the next day. How monotonous, go to school, come back, go to school, come back, go to school come back… sigh…

I hate Sundays…

Today had been especially tiring…

*Flash back*

“Ryou give me the alcohol, just hand it over” I said to Ryou calmly as he backed into the corner looking jittery.

“Back off! Its mine, I’m sorry if I hurt you, but, your not taking this, never! You hear me! You’ll never catch me alive!” with that he bolted over the couch and in to the kitchen.

I followed him and he crawled under the table, I hopped on top of the table and he ran in to the living room again rounding the couch. I made a grab for his shirt, but he ducked, causing me to fall.

“Hahahaha! You can’t catch me!” Ryou said with a crazed look in his eyes.

I stood up and cornered him again, “settle down Ryou, it will do you some good to just hand it over”

Ryou stared at me, “no it wont, you don’t know how hard it is to face life, how hard it is to be-“

I made a snatch but he ducked and crawled under my legs running on to the couch. He opened the bottle and finished the contents, “take it now!”

*end flash back*

Well it was around five now….. Ryou had finally tired him self out, falling to the floor. It had been wild though, he thought he was playing cards with monkeys, then he started to hallucinate about talking goldfishy snack crackers, he ran into a wall screaming he could pass through objects… maybe that was before he tried to give my behind a massage for being smooth and sexy…

I walked into my bed room turning on the computer, my screen came into view and I checked my mail, logging into my Yahoo account.

…lets see here…one mail from Marik….I clicked it open…

hey there sexy boy,

Remember our little party plans, its going to be off the hook, although, sad to say we have to reschedule… Malikky poo has to go visit his mum for her birthday… major bummer… but don’t worry, we’ve rescheduled for later, I’ll IM you when you get on.

Thinking of you makes me horny,
Marik ;)

Well… nothing out of the usual here… I checked my other mail… damn, nothing but junk.

I logged on to my IM, Marik’s little icon was idle…

Well nothing to do now… well… I could always go to my ‘websites’. I surfed through the yaoi sites the internet had to offer… oh…. This is good… I wish some one could draw Ryou like that, all hot and bothered, that cute uke look in his eyes….yummmm…

“yeah… that would be sweet” I whispered to my self, my pants becoming tighter, I looked down…. Shit…

I looked around my room for the box of tissues I was going to need. My room was really cluttered, school books on the floor, manga piled in the left corner, my bed was unmade and most of the pillows had been kicked to the floor. I opened my closet, a spider skittered across my piles of boxers…hmm…. I’ll have to take care of that some time…

My closet contained some naughty magazines, my clean and dirty clothes in the same pile, a lot of useless junk piled here and there, at the way back half hidden under my plushy of inuyasha was my box of sex toys. The store gave out free sample to employs… not bad if you ask me. I found the box of tissues under the socks.

I sat back down next to the computer and continued to scroll down, each picture better then the last. I unzipped my pants, pulling down my boxers; my hand came to rest on my manhood.

“oooh, how do they do that one? that’s so hot, if only me and Ryou could do that one, he could be under me, and he’d have his legs up like this, and he’d be all, “Bakura, oh yeah, Bakura your so damn hot, yeah”. Then I’ll be all “you like that Ryou, moan for me babe”. I think this will be after the kinky pole dance he’ll give me, but before the part where he and Malik go at it. Malik would look good there too, yeah, Malik and Ryou could be stroking each other, they’d be enjoying them selves...ah…” I came into the soft tissue…

I reached for another one to wipe some of the mess that had accidentally gotten on to my hand, nope, just my luck.. the box is empty… time to got o the store then. I got up and tip toed to the bathroom, wiping the rest of the sticky mess off, I zipped my pants and headed out the door. Ryou would probably be asleep till I get back.

I walked out the door…

(Ryou)

I woke up with a bad head ach…

Maybe Bakura was right, maybe I don’t need that stuff…ugh… I feel sick…I got off the old couch and walked to the bathroom, takings some stomach medicine. I better go apologies to Bakura again. I walked into the kitchen. That’s strange no ones here.

I walked around the house for a while, I guess he’s not here, I had checked every room except his bed room. I wasn’t aloud to go in there, he had warned me that if I ever did, he’d rip off my head, stick it on a spike, and mount it out side his door as warning to other people not to enter.

I walked in to the kitchen and stole some crackers to eat… I love crackers. I was walking back out into the living room when I heard a small ringing sound. It was like some one was hitting an annoying high pitched bell every second.

It was coming form Bakura’s room, I know I shouldn’t...but… he’s not here, and what he doesn’t know can’t hurt me, right?

I opened the door, this room’s a mess, I’ve never seen such clutter, they should write a news report for this, ‘today in the news, hurricane Bakura passed through a cen ren residence, causing a mass mess’. I walked over to his computer, some one was IM-ing him.

luvs_ur_o0o:hello?
luvs_ur_o0o: Hello?
luvs_ur_o0o: Hello?
luvs_ur_o0o: Wake up!

I typed to him…

sux_balls: hi
luvs_ur_o0o: about damn time Bakura, so did you get the message about the party?
sux_balls: um...no… uh
luvs_ur_o0o: wht evr dude, look, jst be at the shop at around nine nxt week, gt tht?
sux_balls:um party?
luvs_ur_o0o: yeah… jeeze ur outta it man, the orgy bash we r havin next sat., hey, ur room mate know about ur thing? Hes cute, almost ran the squeaker ovr, but hes hot ; )
luvs_ur_o0o: shit, gtg, c u round

I think that was Marik… I stared at the messages reading them over a couple of times and writing the information down on my hand, ‘you nevnow now if your going to need this’, I told my self.

I closed out the conversation, the page behind it was revealed, I gave a startled squeak and blushed. So he is in to that kind of stuff, not that its bad… I mean… what am I thinking?

I walked around his room finally coming to his closet, I opened the door, nothing but dirty clothes, and, dirty magazines… hm, that guy does have nice buns. I sift through more of his stuff.

Under a stuffed animal person thing I found a little black box. Slowly I opened the lid, I was slightly shocked when I found the …ehm…’toys’. I closed the box quickly, sifting through more of his stuff I found a diary, I opened the small velvet book.

I don’t know the date, leave me alone

Any ways, today I went to the park with Marik and Malik, I dared Marik to fuck a duck for $20. now I’m $20 short, but good new diary, I got a job at a sex shop, its called ‘senseless fuck toys’. We get free shit and stuff, its so cool, a bit of a drive down town but that’s ok. It’s next to a fufu girly shop, yuck…

My dad told me I’m getting a room mate, my dad said my room mate was a boy, its too bad, now I’m stuck with some nerdy freak, I bet he spends his time studying and kissing the teachers butts.

I closed the book.

Is that what Bakura thought of me? I thought he at least like me a little bit, I guess well… maybe I should read more. I flipped to the last entrée, the page rip ripped in half, the bottom half missing.

I think the date is um, fuck, go get a calendar dip shit

I failed my math test, no surprise, theses two girls behind me kept giggling and talking about drawing styles, they said stuff like, ‘giggle, your drawing is all wrong Liniel, well yeah maybe the hips are a little small, but he’s a skinny guy, lets go meet Jo-chan at lunch’. Stupid yapping like that.

You know, looking back at my first entrée, my opinion has changed about that kid, I think I might even

The page ended there…I let out a sigh. Oh well, I grabbed another pen and wrote down the clues to Bakura’s work place, where the ‘party’ was supposed to be.

I hear the front door opens out in the living room, oh no. I quickly put everything back where it was and run into my own room, throwing my self on my bed and pulling out a book.

Just in time as Bakura walks in, “hey there, sorry I left with out leaving a note, but I had to go pick up a box of tissues for my…uh…nose. I also bought some stuff to make bread with, there was this recipe I found on the back of the box, you just wait here, I want to try it on my own”

He walked over to the kitchen.

I let out a huge sigh, that was close, I’m pretty sure I was three seconds away from being skinned alive. Reaching down under my bed I pulled out my note book. I found my pen in my pen holder and, with that, I started copying down all the information. Maybe I’ll go to that party, just to check on what Bakura’s doing.

I rolled on to my feather pillow, my room was much different from Bakura’s, while his walls were navy blue, mine were egg shell white, it had a pretty picture of my favorite yuugi-ou card painted on it. I had a black T’V at the foot of my bed, and my laptop was neatly stacked in the corner. All my clothes were folded in their mahogany dresser. Nothing was out of place, I had all the books in my book case alphabetized and arranged from smallest to largest. Not a sock out of place.

I closed my eyes.

(Bakura)

When I finished baking the bread I called for Ryou, he came out of his room rubbing his eyes. I looked down at the baked good, and cursed. Ryou blinked a few times and giggled, “Forgot to add yeast, Bakura”

I sighed; nothing ever goes right with me. I set the bread down to cool walking to my room to start on my home work.

Can’t wait till next weeks party… I know it will be fun…

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Hey, if any one wants to suggest some food they want Bakura to learn, just tell me!^^ pls review^^