I'm back…!

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"Baku, pass the ketchup," Marik muttered before snatching the bottle and drowning several French fries in a avalanche of red. That morning, he and Malik had passed through McDonald's before the others woke up, and they returned with calories for all to enjoy.

Amane chewed silently on a chicken nugget. She hadn't said much of anything since the previous afternoon. Ryou, on the other hand, couldn't seem to shut up.

Though a cheeseburger had been placed in front of him, he paid it no mind, much to Malik's disappointment ("C'mon, Ryou, it's full of my love… and stuff… but mostly love."). While the other teens ate, the pale angel babbled, "Should I answer the door since he's mad at Amane? What if he comes early? Don't leave the house, Baku, in case he comes early. What if I cry? I can't cry 'cause then Amane would cry, and--"

His words were silenced by Bakura's fingers, which were shoving a piece of apple pie into Ryou's mouth. The demon grinned as Ryou slowly sucked the sweet pie-filling off of his fingertips. The angel's cheeks reddened when Bakura leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Hush, baby…"

"But, what about…!"

"Eat your burger."

"But, Baku--"

"Now."

Ryou emitting something like a growl as he unwrapped the cheeseburger and took a tiny bite out of it. He chewed, swallowed, and grumbled, "Happy, master?"

"Quite happy with being called "master"," Bakura replied (to which Malik laughed, "Happy!" and Marik muttered, "Guess what's in his pocket, Ryou…"). He continued dully, pointing to the Egyptian teens, "But you still need to eat since the cheapskate twins paid for it."

"Actually," Malik chirped, "we stole your wallet."

"Oh," Bakura said. "Well that's.. wait, YOU WHAT?!"

"Go on, angel," Marik laughed, nudging Ryou's shoulder, "eat up. Baku paid good money for that burger!"

The British demon ignored that comment. He was much too busy chasing Malik around the kitchen.

……….("Bitch, I had to mug ten guys to get all that cash!")………

The little escapade in the kitchen was the only excitement the teens had that day. Their remaining hours were spent laid out on the couch and loveseat, or in chairs, zoned out and in nearly complete silence. The few times that one of the demons attempted to cheer the angelic siblings up, their efforts were shot down by those worried, glassy chocolate eyes. They finally gave up once they realized that nothing would pick up their spirits until the whole dramatic coming-out fiasco had come to a close.

Finally, after a whole day of thumb-twiddling and worrying, a fist beat against the front door, and everyone within the house, demon and angel alike, tensed. They were prepared for the worst.

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Um… I know it's not much. Gomen. I've been sick all weekend, and I haven't quite gotten over it. I'm drained. I need a nap. Reviews would be lovely plzthx.