The Pledge

Summary: Yami proves to Yugi that he can be the man of a house, starting with his cooking.

Rating: T

Warnings: Shounen ai.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu gi oh.

Dedication: Here's the fic I owe you for at least three years now Meggan xD I hope you enjoy it.

Author's Note: I am back in fanfiction mode.. I hope xDD I may be a bit rusty because I havent done any creative writing in a long time. Please forgive me.

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Chatper One

With one step into the house, Yugi's entire system becomes over powered by an uncontrollable stentch coming from the kitchen. He just could not bare the smell of what is almost rotting food. How disgusting it was. He tried to block out the smell by pinching his nose, however that did nothing.

What on earth is Yami up to? He's a pharroh, he's not supposed to be doing all of this work!

Entering the kitchen, he rolled his eyes. There he found his lover working away at the pots and pans infront of him. The Pharroh raced back and forth in the kitchen, taking a look at his creations before they over-boiled.

"Just what do you think you are doing?" The little one asked, carefulling entering the room.

The elder just stood there with a grin on his face. Not one word escaped his mouth. Yugi arched his eye brow in curiosity, but that only made him receive a brush on the lips. Typical of the Pharroh. Yugi quickly pushed him away.

"What are you up to Yami?"

The elder sighed. Stepping aside, he retrieved one of his dishes and presented it to his koi.

Yugi tried to hold in his laughter.

"What is this exactly? Why is there a blue spot? What kinds of food did you use?!"

Yami glared at the little one. He handed Yami a fork without hesitation.

"Please try it and tell me what you think."

He looked at the elder, hoping that he was kidding. The elder shook his head.

"Well okay.." The young teen continuously poked at the food. He cringed when he heard the moist sound of squishiness.

The elder man continued to push his lover in trying his food.

"Hurry, try it! Tell me what you think!"

"... If I die, it's your fault."

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Well there it is. The first story in years !