Cooking Class 101

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(Bakura)

Today was a Monday, not as bad as Sunday. Maybe it’s because I know I’m one step closer to Friday, which is closer to Saturday, although Saturday is next to Sunday. But I guess that’s good since it’s close to Monday.

I walked into school, the teachers I passed glared at me. The students I passed ran from me. The bullies I passed high fived me. Over all it’s a pretty normal Monday, not that Monday is all that great, I rather like Saturday better, though almost as much as Friday. Then again I like the both of them pretty equ-

“Hey Bakura!” came a shout from behind me.

I turned around to see Chad run up to me. Chad had spike black hair and a knife in his pocket. He never went any where with out his ‘trusty knife’ that ‘saved his life many a time before’. I swear he’ll grow up to be a criminal one day; he doesn’t quite have the tact to avoid getting in trouble.

He was a fairly built person; skinny as he was he liked to work out a lot. Today he was stylishly clothed in a ratty black vest with yellow strips down the side and a faded blue shirt. His pants hung half way down his butt, and I doubt the spike belt he wore, the one with the grinning skull on the buckle, did any thing to help.

His eyes were a smoky grey blue and held little to no intelligence in them, well, at least school wise. He was a very street smart person; he could probably fight his way out of any situation. He was only one of my friends, I had two others-

“Hey Bakura! Chad!” came a voice the the other side of the hall.

Speak of the devils…

Two guys came running up to me, there names were Mike and Scott. I had known them both longer then I had known Chad. Not to say they were any better though.

Mike had brown eyes, nothing special though. He was a genius in math, partially because he loved money. No one yet, has been able to cheat Mike out of a penny, though I feel sorry for any one who would. Mike almost killed the last guy who thought they could cheat him out of $10. I would bet my life that I’d see Chad or Mike end up in jail, both of them were nuts.

Mike had wavy brown hair; he always wore his grey sweater and he was a fan of ripped jeans. One thing no one forgets about Mike is his smile, the guy has teeth like fangs, and when he smiles it almost looks like he’s plotting some thing sinister to do to you. Then again, that’s usually the case.

My last friend Scott had been with me the longest; he had sharp emerald green eyes tinted with a little gold and full curly red hair. One of his ears was pierced; he liked to wear a little gold ankh, the Egyptian of life. Nothing was stranger then Scott; he got good grades, and had the best fashion sense of all four of us. Today he wore khaki pants with a white shirt and a blue vest sweater on top of that. His sleeves were rolled up and revealing his slender arms.

He looked like your average prep; only thing wrong with the picture was that he was a pyromaniac, who liked to beat kids up just to see blood. He had a deep cunning, like some kind of evil genius. He was also blessed with a silver tongue, which could get any one out of any thing. He once sweet talked an officer to let him go, after that said police officer, saw Scott beat a shop keeper senseless with a metal pole for refusing to sell him some beer and a packet of matches.

Scott was dangerous, I admired him for that. I admit he was good, really good, but not as good as me.

We all gathered in the middle of the hall, loitering right in front of the security camera after the school bell started.

“I got the answers for today’s social studies quiz, the school computers were so easy to hack. They might as well give us the answers” Scott scoffed as he handed every one an answer packet. I quickly flipped through the answers, memorizing them befobefore stuffing them in my bag.

“Well, today we have to go collect some money from Ken, he owes us around one hundred and thirty four dollars and twenty two cents. With current interest rates that makes it-“ Mike started, but was cut off as some kid smashed in to him, sending them both to the floor in a flurry of papers and note books.

Let’s see what dumb shit just signed his death sentence…

…fuck, its Ryou…

“I-I’m s-sorry, I was j-just on my w-w-way to class, p-please excuse me, I m-must be off” Ryou says absent mindedly picking up his papers, not even bothering to look who he ran in to.

Mike jumps to his feet, and grabbing Ryou by the collar of his shirt, threw the boy against the lockers.

Ryou gave a startled yelp, as Chad came up, pressing his knife to Ryou’s throat.

“Stupid lil fuck thinks he can start some thing and run” Chad growled, pulling his knife away, leaving room for Scott who punched Ryou in the gut.

Ryou coughed a few times as he fell to his knees, the wind knocked out of him.

“Maybe we should teach this little prick some lessons” Chad sneered as he picked Ryou up by the front of his shirt.

Ryou looked at me pitifully, begging me to save him. I turned away; I turned my back on him.

Chad punched Ryou, the smack of his fist against Ryou’s face made me flinch.

“Don’t you want to help us punish him?” Mike asked me as he slammed Ryou against the wall, slamming Ryou’s head in to the bulletin board.

“I don’t like to waste my time on girly little nerds, I got better things to do” I said, still not glancing up to look at Ryou, my hands shoved in my pockets.

Scott chuckled leaning an arm against my shoulder, “you know, that gives me an idea, lets show the girl to the restroom”

I recoiled. I didn’t want to do this to Ryou, but if I moved to stop them, they would think some things up. I can’t let them know I like Ryou; I can’t let them know any thing about me and Ryou.

The guys took Ryou to the girl’s bathroom.

“Ha! The little fuck doesn’t want to go!” Chad chuckled as he threw Ryou in, moving a chair against the door.

I heard Ryou scream for help, his fists banging on the door. The guys just laughed, I couldn’t stand it, I wanted to help him, I wanted to stand up to my friends.

But then if I did that… they’d turn on me.

They headed out for the sports field; I followed solemnly with out turning back.

Latter that day I was hanging out by the big tree, Chad, Mike, and Scott stood close by chatting and harassing any girl who walked by.
Suddenhe lhe laughter stopped, I looked up to find our rival gang standing in front of us.

This consisted mainly of back street punks that weren’t smart enough to accomplish the stuff my pack did. They always envied us for the things we would pull off, and try to mess us up when they got the chance.

I didn’t know most of them, there were about six guys, and the only ones I ever remembered were Jou and Tristan.

The leader walked up to us, his dirty black hair handing down the side of his face as he approached. He was a large brute of a guy, taller then any one else in my pack with muscles to spare.

I walked up im; im; it was my duty as a leader to do such. The guy just stared down at me, I stared back, neither of us braking eye contact.

“We hear you threw some kid in the chick’s bathroom” large leader said.

“Yeah, what’s it to you? Last time I checked you guys didn’t have skinny little girly boys in your gang… or is that the other gang I’m thinking of?” I said cockily a grin playing on my lips.

My friends chuckled at this and our rival gang looked like they were ready to beat me and my pack mates to a pulp.

“Look you silver haired fucker, we got paid by that ‘skinny little girly boy’ to protect him. You mess with him again, and we’ll make sure not even yshadshadows will find you, got that?” their leader asked me.

“Yeah, like I got your putrid odor on me you dull boar” Scott jeered. Their leader seemed to be at a lost to what putrid, odor, and dull meant, and after several seconds forgot the whole thing.

“What ever, we’re just giving you a warning, you mess with him, and we mess you up” their leader said before heading off to his territory.

I rolled my eyes and made a stupid face, “you mess with him, and we mess with you” I mimicked putting a stupid tone in my voice.

The guys cracked up laughing; we just shrugged it off and went back to what we were doing before the other gang came.

After school I walked home slowly thinking about what had happened. Maybe I should have stood up for Ryou. Nah, that wouldn’t be wise, Ryou won’t mind much.

I heard some foot steps come from behind; I ignored them and kept walking. Scott came up beside me slinging his arm around my neck.

“Hey there buddy, why so miserable?” he asked curiously.

“nuthin” I replied as I kept walking, snaking out of the grip he had me in. Scott just shook his head.

He had been with me since first grade, and when you’ve been with some one that long, they know you. They know when you lie.

“Come on; tell me, I promise I won’t tell any one. Nothing you could do or say can ever surprise me, shock me, or make me not want to be your friend. I’ve known you for forever, you’re like a brother to me. I promise I won’t tell” Scott said as he walked in front of me, baring my path.

I stopped walking, “You sure?”

He nodded.

I bit my lip, “Well I kind of like some one, I don’t want to tell any body because every one will hate me. I don’t know if they like me back, and I think I just made things worse today”

Scott nodded, “who is it? I promise I won’t tell. I’ve never said any thing to any one about your secrets in the past. Trust me, that’s what friends are for”

“Well it was kind of the guy we beat up today, the silver haired one” I said shame fully turning away.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, “its ok, I don’t care who you like as long as that doesn’t get in the way of who you are. I kinda feel bad now for beating him up, do you forgive me?”

I turned around and smiled, “of course”

We talked the rest of our way home, the conversation never left love. He went on about whom he thought was cute, and surprisingly, he was bisexual. It felt nice to talk to some one. To confide to some one who won’t ridicule you.

Scott took a turn down the block toward his house waving me good bye. He lived with his dad and his older brother, a blond headed kid with blue tipped hair, who was moving to England.

I walked home slowly taking my time, when I got home I took out my key and unlocked the front door.

I threw my school bag on the floor, “I’m home”

There was no answer. That was odd; usually I would get some kind of response. I made my way tot the living room and found Ryou on the floor in front of the T.V. doing his home work.

I walked over and sat down next to him reaching over to tap him on the shoulder. Ryou turned on me, “keep the hell away from me” he hissed through clenched teeth.

His eyes were red from crying, he crawled away from me like a wounded animal. I could see the marks on his face. His lip was swollen and he had a reddish ring around his eye. He also had a red ring around his neck and carried his arm as if it hurt him to let go.

I moved a little closer and he growled, “Stay away from me! How could you?! I hate you! Leave me alone!”

Ryou ran to his room and locked the door. I slumped against the couch, ‘what have I done?’ I asked my self.

I walked over to the kitchen and looked at the cake mix I had laid out. I slowly put together the cake following every direction on the box. The only thing left was the icing. I had really wanted to do that with Ryou, well, I still can…

I ran to my computer looking up dinner recopies finally coming across a nice spaghetti recipe. I got to make the pasta dish, following every direction to the T.

The only thing left to do was add sauce. I took out my food processor from under the sink putting in 4 tomatoes, 5 cloves of garlic, 2 bay leaves, a teaspoon of crushed basil, oregano, parsley, Italian seasoning, adding some cheese after wards. I turned the thing on and it threw up on my shirt, to quote the wicked witch of the west from the wizard of oz… “What a world, what a world!”.

I tried it again, and after the third try. That was, to say, after two shirts, a pair of pants, and 10 napkins.

I added the sauce to the spaghetti, and laid out two plates on the kitchen table. Throwing in some store bought meatballs from yesterdays shopping trip.

I wrote a letter to Ryou, knocking on his door, and then slipping it under the crack. I then walked back to the table and set up some nice flowers that I stole from the vase in the living room.

Ryou came out quietly from his room still holding his arm. He looked at the food then up at me questioningly.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to pull-“

“I’m not trying to pull any thing Ryou; I wanted to say sorry for what happened today. It was wrong of me to ditch you like that. Can you please forgive me?”

Ryou took a seat at the table and started eating. It was cute the way he got sauce all over his face, the way he slid his little pink tongue out to lick it all off. Through out the whole dinner neither of us said a word.

When it was all done, and Ryou had finished eating, he collected the plates and went to go set them in the kitchen. I heard a little gasp of surprise when he walked in.

I got up and walked into the kitchen my self. Ryou stared at the chocolate cake I baked with an open mouth, “Bakura… you made this?”

“Yeah, I also made the spaghetti sauce from scratch. I just wanted to really apologies for my behavior” I said to him.

Ryou looked down, “its… it’s not your fault, and there was really nothing you could have done. You… you didn’t finish with what icing you were going to put on, you know”

I took Ryou into my arms, “I was hoping you would help me out with that”

Ryou gave a startled gasp before melting into my arms, “yes… I’ll help you”

I held him there for a while, time losing all meaning to the two of us. Finally Ryou gave a little cough and moved away.

“we best get started right?”

I nodded in agreement. We went to work and in no time the icing was finished, of course that Is to say, when we were done I was sure I had more icing on me then would go on the cake. But Ryou enjoyed my antics and gave cheerful laughs.

I spread the icing on one layer of the cake, and Ryou spread it on the other layer. Carefully Ryou put the two layers together, one on top of the other and frosted the sides. I stood back in amazement of our little chocolate cake with strawberry icing.

Smiling I cut Ryou the first slice; he grabbed a fork and dug in, munching on the cake happily getting frosting on his nose. He was so cute, the way the light caught on his features, the way he gave little laughs.

“Ryou, you have some on your nose” I said softly as a leaned down and licked the icing off. He looked up at me tilting my chin down and wrapping his arm around my neck, his lips meeting mine in a passionate dance for dominance in which he let me win.

The plate fell to the floor as Ryou embraced me more fully. I wrapped my arms around his waist, bringing him in closer, our bodies pressed together. I ran a hand down his back, hooking my thumb into his pants and tugging them down.

Ryou moaned in to the kiss pressing up against me and grinding his hips in to mine. His pants were half way down his round arse when he suddenly pulled back from me.

A look of horror written across his face as he dashed in to his room…

I hope I didn’t mess things up…

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Wow what a chapter… I spent all day writing this…well, most of my day any way. Pls review what you think and send in more food ideas! Also tell me if you want things to get ‘interesting’ between Scott and ‘any one’. why do I do these kind of things with non-yugioh characters? Because the bunnies under my bed command me to do so^^ pls review!^^