Wow! It’s good to be back! I know I haven’t been on in about…15 million years, but, I’m sorry. I’ve been busy.

Now, you’ve read the summary, on with the fic!

Bakura sat on the couch in Ryou’s living room, eating a bag of cheese curls while watching Opera. He was enjoying his day off, since Ryou had gone to the grocery store after becoming angry when he ate all the food. There was nothing like being alone, sitting by the open window, and watching the clouds go by… (And the occasional squirrel, or leaf, when you live by a maple tree)

Yami was sitting in Yugi’s room, looking at a teen magazine, circling all the hot actresses in big red pen, and drawing moustaches and beards on the ugly ones in black ink. Through the open window, the sun was shining, and the birds were singing and chirping. Yugi had gone to the super market to get some shaving cream. (After he ran out of the rest of the first bottle and was forced to run down to the store with a half-shaved face)

Yugi burst through the door with a Wal-Mart bag in his hand, frowning greatly and mumbling under his breath.

Yami stared intently, putting the cap on his black ink pen (and putting the finishing touches on Nick Lachey’s curly nose hairs) And smiled at Yugi.

“Something wrong, Aibou?” He asked, laughing at his masterpiece.

“Wrong?” Yugi said, his anger hinted in his squeaky voice. “Well, it just so happens that the store was out of men’s shaving cream.” He made an aggravated noise “So what am I stuck with?”

Yami watched as Yugi whipped out a can of Apple-Berry Crush Skintimate shaving cream (A/N:…Heh…that’s what I have)

“THIS!” Yugi screamed, waving the can in Yami’s confused face.

“What’s the difference between men and women’s shaving cream, anyway? They both are made for the same thing. Besides, aibou, that shaving cream will give you super-soft cut-free skin, while keeping you apple-berry fresh!” Yami said, smiling.

Yugi grumped and stomped into the bathroom, ripping off the can of shaving cream and slamming it onto the ground.

Yami heard the loud “DING” as it smacked the side of the tub, and the loud sound of water running at extreme pressure.

Yami chuckled to himself. ‘No wonder his poor grandpa has such a high water bill…’

Bakura looked down at his empty bag of cheese curls. “Oh, crud!” He said “I hate it when that happens!”

He heard the loud sound of humming as the front door swung open. Ryou walked in, 3 bag fulls of groceries in his hands. He continued humming as he made his way to the kitchen.

Ryou set his fruit in the bowl in the middle of the table, everything becoming perfectly arranged in the process.

Bakura walked into the kitchen and began digging through the grocery bags. “You didn’t happen to buy me anymore cheese curls, did you?”

Ryou put down the artichoke he was holding and turned to Bakura. “Isn’t that the seventh bag of cheese curls you went through in the past four days?”

Bakura smiled. “Yes, now where’s my eighth bag?”

Ryou pulled out a bag of carrot sticks. “Right here!”

Bakura grumped “So, they’re orange, they’re shaped like sticks, but they’re not made of cheese. Where’s my cheese curls?”

“I want you to start eating healthy. You know, eating more fruits and vegetables.” Ryou said, holding the artichoke in front of Bakura’s face, waving it under his nose. “Smells good, huh?”

“No. Smells like crap to me.” Bakura grumbled.

Ryou frowned, reaching into another bag. “I bought ranch dip!”

“Yippee…”

Bakura walked back into the living room and sat down. He began flipping through the channels.

He stopped on Lifetime, where they were playing a commercial.

“Hello boys and girls!” The guy on the commercial said. “Do you like magic? YOU DO! Golly, me too! Well, you can come down to Domino Mall where the magician, me, Flobby Bobby, will be holding his magic show! DON’T MISS IT!”

Bakura snickered. “Magic show, eh? I like magic.” His brain hatched an idea. “Hey, Ryou…”

Yami stared at the TV, watching the magic show commercial.

“Yugi, what magician would name themselves ‘Flobby Bobby’?”

“I don’t know, Yami…” Yugi said from the bathroom, the smell of apples and berries floating through the crack in the door.

“ ‘Flobby’ isn’t even a word!” Yami said, adding details to Britney Spears’s afro.

Yugi walked out of the bathroom, looking refreshed and smiling. “My, I smell good!”

“I want to see this guy, Yugi. Can we go?” Yami pleaded, putting on his best face.

“Oh sure, why not. I don’t have anything better to do anyway.”

Yay! The end of chappy 1! Please leave a review!

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