Nanny Bakura
By: Bakurasgirl
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh, nor of anything of real value. I’m not making money off of this either.
FYI: Italics are thoughts.
“Hikari! Where’s my dinner? You better not have burned it again! “ came the familiar yell from the living room.
I’m not even done doing my homework, doing HIS laundry, cleaning up, getting showered for school tomorrow and I have to cook his dinner?
Ryou thought as he stirred
the white rice. The biscuits
smelled done and the chicken was turning darker than he
wanted.
“Bakura, can you at least
get the drinks?”
“I’m not your maid,
Ryou!”
Ryou quickly grabbed the glasses and put them on the table. He drained the rice and tasted the gravy. Perfect!
Ryou put the gravy on the
table. “Bakura!
Dinner!”
The television was clicked
off and heavy footsteps trudged into the kitchen. Bakura sat down scowling at Ryou. “No gravy?”
“It’s right there in front
of you.”
Ryou brought the chicken
over . Ryou’s thanks was a roll of
Bakura’s eyes. “It better not be
burned.”
“I only burned dinner last
night because you broke a plate over my head.”
“That will teach you to
talk back to me.” Ryou sat quietly
at the table and waited for Bakura to serve himself first. Ryou learned to make enough for a family
of four since Bakura took the best pieces for himself. Bakura always left him the scraps if he
was lucky.
Ryou hungrily scooped his
rice and carrots when he sniffed.
“The biscuits!”
Ryou ran to the oven. The rolls were cinders. “I was so hungry I forgot about
them!”
His yami stood up so fast
his chair crashed to the floor.
“I-I’m sorry, yami. I forgot about them!” Bakura slowly advanced to the oven as
Ryou backed into the wall.
I’m in for it now!
Bakura picked up a roll
and dropped it on the blackened pan.
He put the rolls on another plate and took Ryou’s plate. Keeping his eye on Ryou. He dumped the
food Ryou placed on his plate in the trash. “My dinner!”
“Correction: Your dinner
is that pile of disgrace you call those rolls.”
“I can’t live on
bread!”
“You should have thought
of that earlier.” Bakura grabbed
his ear and pulled forcing Ryou to sit in the chair fighting
tears.
“I am not leaving until
you finish those things!” Bakura pointed to the rolls.
“They’re burned,
though.”
Bakura slapped him. “Eat or I will get even more
angry.”
Ryou ate quietly and sniffled. I should know better by now not to question him!
“Stop your sniveling or I
will lose my patience further.”
When Ryou was done, his
stomach was fighting to keep the cinders down.
“Now clean up after
dinner.”
“My stomach hurts,” he
whispered to himself.
“Are you talking back to
me again?”
“No, sir,” he whispered as
he proceeded to clean up dinner.
Bakura ate very little of dinner, but he watched Ryou clean up the dishes
waiting for Ryou to try to sneak some dinner behind his
back.
Well, what you think? I already have a chapter 2, but I have
to get ready to go to work tomorrow.
I wrote this fic to fizzle out after a bad day.
Chapter 2: Bakura has a
dream and it changes his life.