It's horrible. Utterly. Tomorrow's will be better, I promise. Really.

Written for the challenge Shadow-Chan gave me, it's the first of twenty four.

EDIT: I forgot a piece in the beginning, so I'm fixing that.


On the first day of Christmas,
My True Love gave to me
A midnight talk in his kitchen.


Watching the steam rising from the cup of hot chocolate, Bakura mused to himself. Ryou was in the other room, decorating for the holiday. Christmas, he called it.

He didn't really understand why Ryou was so excited about one day, but he decided getting gifts might be the reason. After all, who didn't like gifts? Free stuff is always nice, especially when he didn't have to make the effort to steal it.

Ryou padded into the kitchen silently, checking the clock. Ten thirty. He was tired, but he hadn't finished decorating the tree yet. Grabbing a mug, he poured himself some of the coca, and sat down, jarring Bakura from his mind.

"Tell me about this Christmas."

"Christmas?"

"Yes."

"Well... It's for family."

"Oh. And presents?" Ryou laughed.

"Yes, and presents."

"Okay." He went back to his drink, watching the steam. Ryou silently watched his own.

"What're you thinking?"

"Steam makes a pretty pattern when it floats away."

"Yes it does."

"I like it."

"Me too."

More silence. Then, "Can I get you one?'

"Hm?"

"A present. Can I get you one?"

Blink. Ryou smiled. "Sure."

Bakura nodded,and resumed thinking. The steam from his cup slowly floated away, and he followed it. The way it kept curling in on itself reminded him of fire, among other things. With a sudden flash of inspiration, he knew what to get Ryou.

He smiled to himself.

It'd be a merry Christmas for Ryou this year.