A/N: This will be the last chapter of this fic. It wasn't supposed to be
this long from the start, but somehow it kind of grew as I wrote it. It was
originally only supposed to be about as long as Pixi Stix was. Oh, well, I
like this better. Most reviews I've ever gotten on any one fic. ^_^
Disclaimer: They ain't mine, dammit!
Misura: Yes, they are kawaii, aren't they? *huggles Ryou* I hope it's at least something close to the perfect gift, because sometimes it seems a bit uncreative to me. Oh, well, it worked anyways.
Tsubisha-hime: Well, you get to know what it is in this chapter! Be happy. ^_^ Glad you like the fic!
Angel Reaper: I don't want to imply on whether you guessed right or not, so I'll just say no comment. *ahem* Yes, there shall be cake for all! And it's chocolate, too. ^_^
Maedhros: Um, well, that didn't really come to mind when I wrote this... I guess I'll just say that it's a plot device, 'cause if he wasn't able to get the gift, it would kinda suck.
Animegurl6: *envisions Bakura jumping out of a cake* My God, that would be absolutely priceless. Ryou ought to have a camera or something if that happens... 'Cause I'd sure like to see it!
YumiYa: Heh, thanks for the review, and as I told the other reviewer that asked the same question, Bakura's supposed money is just kind of a plot device. He needs to get the gift, therefore, I make him have money with my lovely authoress power. *laughs evilly because she has authoress power* Glad you like the fic!
Lady X: Pure cavity-causing sap... That was the desired effect! Thanks for the encouragement!
Next morning, Ryou woke to find that he was alone in his bed. His first reaction was to look quickly at the clock, and he sighed in relief as he realized that it was still another forty-five minutes before school started. The albino sat up and yawned, stretching languidly.
He was about to get out of bed, but a few mumbled curses from outside the door stopped him. A moment or so later, the door slowly opened, and in came Bakura. Ryou's mouth fell open, and for the next five minutes he was desperately trying not to laugh out loud.
Bakura was carefully balancing a tray with a breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice in his hands, the cursing coming from trying to figure out how to open the door without spilling the entire thing. The tomb robber closed the door with his foot, and walked with slow, small steps over to the bed where he set the tray down as carefully as he could. Then, he leaned over and kissed Ryou on the lips.
"Happy birthday, love."
Ryou was somewhat speechless for a moment, then said, "You made all this yourself?"
Bakura snorted. "Yes, of course I did." Ryou continued to stare in shock. "And don't act so surprised. I did burn the toast the first two times, and it took me a while to figure out how to use the microwave for the bacon, and I almost burned the eggs, but it came out all right."
Ryou grinned happily, and pulled Bakura down onto the bed next to him. The spirit picked up one of the pieces of toast, and held it out to Ryou, who took a bite. Needless to say, Ryou was once again dashing down the sidewalk some thirty-five to forty minutes later as he tried to get to school on time.
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Meanwhile, Bakura slipped down to the grocery store (after he had raided Ryou's parents' savings stash that he had discovered under their mattress). After navigating his way to the aisle where the cake mixes were, he spent fifteen minutes trying to decide what kind of cake to get. There were about twelve flavors of eight different brands, which could be quite confusing after a while. He finally decided on devil's food cake, mostly because it was chocolate, but he also liked the name.
He was just walking back down the aisle when, as an afterthought, he turned back around and grabbed two more boxes of the stuff, just in case.
He had to resist sending the incredibly slow, annoying register girl to the Shadow Realm, as she took absolutely forever with the two customers in front of him, and much too long for a few boxes of cake mix.
Upon arriving back home, Bakura made sure that he had a fire extinguisher handy, and began to read the directions.
"What in the name of Ra is a tsp?"
It was going to be a long day.
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Ryou had a big smile on his face as he walked home, his backpack and an extra plastic bag filled with candy and various presents that he had been given. Yugi, Jounouchi, Honda, and Shizuka had sung happy birthday to him at lunch, making the albino blush bright red. Yami, whom Yugi had convinced to come to school with him, had stayed inside the puzzle, knowing that Yugi would've somehow also convinced him to sing, and Seto simply refused to no matter how much Jounouchi begged him.
There was an extra bounce in Ryou's step as he turned the corner to his house, but it lessened as he remembered that two of the people he had really wanted to see today weren't there. He shook it off, though, wanting to put on a cheerful face for Bakura.
Meanwhile, inside the house, Bakura had been exerting all of the patience he had (which isn't much) and then some. Searching through the entire kitchen for ingredients three or four times had been irritating enough, but he had also dropped the flour which had stupidly been on one of the top shelves in the cabinets. Thus, the rest of him was now as white as his hair.
The first time Bakura had tried the recipe, he had lost control of the electric mixer and it had splattered all over the kitchen. Therefore, he had mixed the ingredients together by hand the second time since he didn't trust the mixer, which had made his arm a bit sore after a while.
He had managed to get the actual cake in the oven afterwards, but when it had come out, it had been a grayish-black color and hard as a rock. Apparently, he had misread the instructions and had set the temperature eighty degrees too high. Therefore, there was now an ash-colored mess in the bottom of the trash can. His third attempt, and last box of cake mix, had come out in satisfactory condition.
Therefore, a yami covered in flour and assorted half-mixed ingredients was frosting the cake with white and was managing to write "Happy Birthday" across the top in blue icing.
Bakura stood back from his finally-finished cake, quite satisfied with himself. He then went down to the basement to get his present, which he set down in a not-too-conspicuous place in the living room, and was searching around for the birthday candles when he thought to look at the clock.
When he did, the usually calm spirit of the Ring nearly panicked. Ryou's school had gotten out ten minutes ago! So that meant that-
Bakura's unspoken question was answered as he heard the doorknob turn, and Ryou called, "Bakura, I'm home!"
/Oh, crap/ Bakura stuck the candles onto the cake as quickly as he could without messing up the icing, then tried to brush some of the flour off of his shirt. It was then that he then noticed the state of the room he was in, and rushed out into the living room so that he could try and keep Ryou out of what used to be his nice, clean kitchen.
Ryou came in searching for his yami just a few seconds later, and there was a small thump as his bag fell out of his hand to hit the floor. Ryou was torn between calling it the funniest thing he'd ever seen, or the cutest.
"Bakura, what happened to you?" Bakura just stood and glared as Ryou attempted to keep himself from giggling.
"It was the blasted mixer, not me. And the flour was up too high, so I dropped it by accident."
Ryou stopped laughing to try and process what his yami had just said. "Mixer? Flour? Bakura, what-"
Bakura held up a finger, then turned around and went back into the kitchen. A few moments later, he came back into the living room with his white and blue cake that had eighteen white candles lit on it.
Ryou's mouth dropped open, and he was quite glad that there was a couch behind him as his legs suddenly caved in under him. Bakura set the cake down very carefully on the coffee table, then sat down next to Ryou.
The slightly dazed albino looked up at his yami, who was now only semi-coated in flour, and opened his mouth to say something. Bakura put a finger to his hikari's lips.
/Now, don't say anything. I want to do this properly/
Ryou wasn't quite sure what Bakura meant by that until the dark spirit opened his mouth and, wonder of all wonders, began to sing softly.
"Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Ryou,
Happy Birthday to you."
Said birthday boy took nearly a full minute to comprehend it all, then threw his arms around Bakura, kissing him full on the lips. Ryou's dark pulled back slowly, and said in a tender voice, "You need to blow out your candles."
Ryou giggled happily, then turned back to his cake. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and blew out all the candles in one breath.
He looked back at Bakura to see that his yami had a white box in his hand tied with a gold ribbon, and a self-satisfied grin on his face. He held out the package to Ryou, the grin widening as Ryou took it.
The albino gave his yami a curious look, which made Bakura's grin widen even more, and slowly undid the ribbon. His eyes met Bakura's as he took the lid off, then he looked down. A gasp escaped his lips, and his soft brown eyes lit up as he saw what was in the box.
A glass figure of an angel with painted white wings and long white hair was placed carefully among sheets of tissue paper. The angel was holding his hands out in a welcoming gesture, and there was a smile on his face.
"Oh, Bakura," Ryou breathed, "It's beautiful." He looked up to see Bakura's face extremely close to his own.
"For my angel," he said softly, acting quite out of character, "that saved me from the dark."
Tears filled Ryou's eyes, and his lips suddenly met his dark's in a tender kiss. As they broke it off, Bakura smiled, a smile that only Ryou had ever seen.
"Happy Birthday, love."
A/N: Whee, fluff! *bounces around* Um, yeah, well, I hope ya'll liked it, and I'm hoping to get another chapter of Little Angel up soon. School is starting to get in the way, and I'm having some technical difficulties with what to put in each chapter. Anyways, thanks to all the peoples that reviewed!
Disclaimer: They ain't mine, dammit!
Misura: Yes, they are kawaii, aren't they? *huggles Ryou* I hope it's at least something close to the perfect gift, because sometimes it seems a bit uncreative to me. Oh, well, it worked anyways.
Tsubisha-hime: Well, you get to know what it is in this chapter! Be happy. ^_^ Glad you like the fic!
Angel Reaper: I don't want to imply on whether you guessed right or not, so I'll just say no comment. *ahem* Yes, there shall be cake for all! And it's chocolate, too. ^_^
Maedhros: Um, well, that didn't really come to mind when I wrote this... I guess I'll just say that it's a plot device, 'cause if he wasn't able to get the gift, it would kinda suck.
Animegurl6: *envisions Bakura jumping out of a cake* My God, that would be absolutely priceless. Ryou ought to have a camera or something if that happens... 'Cause I'd sure like to see it!
YumiYa: Heh, thanks for the review, and as I told the other reviewer that asked the same question, Bakura's supposed money is just kind of a plot device. He needs to get the gift, therefore, I make him have money with my lovely authoress power. *laughs evilly because she has authoress power* Glad you like the fic!
Lady X: Pure cavity-causing sap... That was the desired effect! Thanks for the encouragement!
Next morning, Ryou woke to find that he was alone in his bed. His first reaction was to look quickly at the clock, and he sighed in relief as he realized that it was still another forty-five minutes before school started. The albino sat up and yawned, stretching languidly.
He was about to get out of bed, but a few mumbled curses from outside the door stopped him. A moment or so later, the door slowly opened, and in came Bakura. Ryou's mouth fell open, and for the next five minutes he was desperately trying not to laugh out loud.
Bakura was carefully balancing a tray with a breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice in his hands, the cursing coming from trying to figure out how to open the door without spilling the entire thing. The tomb robber closed the door with his foot, and walked with slow, small steps over to the bed where he set the tray down as carefully as he could. Then, he leaned over and kissed Ryou on the lips.
"Happy birthday, love."
Ryou was somewhat speechless for a moment, then said, "You made all this yourself?"
Bakura snorted. "Yes, of course I did." Ryou continued to stare in shock. "And don't act so surprised. I did burn the toast the first two times, and it took me a while to figure out how to use the microwave for the bacon, and I almost burned the eggs, but it came out all right."
Ryou grinned happily, and pulled Bakura down onto the bed next to him. The spirit picked up one of the pieces of toast, and held it out to Ryou, who took a bite. Needless to say, Ryou was once again dashing down the sidewalk some thirty-five to forty minutes later as he tried to get to school on time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Meanwhile, Bakura slipped down to the grocery store (after he had raided Ryou's parents' savings stash that he had discovered under their mattress). After navigating his way to the aisle where the cake mixes were, he spent fifteen minutes trying to decide what kind of cake to get. There were about twelve flavors of eight different brands, which could be quite confusing after a while. He finally decided on devil's food cake, mostly because it was chocolate, but he also liked the name.
He was just walking back down the aisle when, as an afterthought, he turned back around and grabbed two more boxes of the stuff, just in case.
He had to resist sending the incredibly slow, annoying register girl to the Shadow Realm, as she took absolutely forever with the two customers in front of him, and much too long for a few boxes of cake mix.
Upon arriving back home, Bakura made sure that he had a fire extinguisher handy, and began to read the directions.
"What in the name of Ra is a tsp?"
It was going to be a long day.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ryou had a big smile on his face as he walked home, his backpack and an extra plastic bag filled with candy and various presents that he had been given. Yugi, Jounouchi, Honda, and Shizuka had sung happy birthday to him at lunch, making the albino blush bright red. Yami, whom Yugi had convinced to come to school with him, had stayed inside the puzzle, knowing that Yugi would've somehow also convinced him to sing, and Seto simply refused to no matter how much Jounouchi begged him.
There was an extra bounce in Ryou's step as he turned the corner to his house, but it lessened as he remembered that two of the people he had really wanted to see today weren't there. He shook it off, though, wanting to put on a cheerful face for Bakura.
Meanwhile, inside the house, Bakura had been exerting all of the patience he had (which isn't much) and then some. Searching through the entire kitchen for ingredients three or four times had been irritating enough, but he had also dropped the flour which had stupidly been on one of the top shelves in the cabinets. Thus, the rest of him was now as white as his hair.
The first time Bakura had tried the recipe, he had lost control of the electric mixer and it had splattered all over the kitchen. Therefore, he had mixed the ingredients together by hand the second time since he didn't trust the mixer, which had made his arm a bit sore after a while.
He had managed to get the actual cake in the oven afterwards, but when it had come out, it had been a grayish-black color and hard as a rock. Apparently, he had misread the instructions and had set the temperature eighty degrees too high. Therefore, there was now an ash-colored mess in the bottom of the trash can. His third attempt, and last box of cake mix, had come out in satisfactory condition.
Therefore, a yami covered in flour and assorted half-mixed ingredients was frosting the cake with white and was managing to write "Happy Birthday" across the top in blue icing.
Bakura stood back from his finally-finished cake, quite satisfied with himself. He then went down to the basement to get his present, which he set down in a not-too-conspicuous place in the living room, and was searching around for the birthday candles when he thought to look at the clock.
When he did, the usually calm spirit of the Ring nearly panicked. Ryou's school had gotten out ten minutes ago! So that meant that-
Bakura's unspoken question was answered as he heard the doorknob turn, and Ryou called, "Bakura, I'm home!"
/Oh, crap/ Bakura stuck the candles onto the cake as quickly as he could without messing up the icing, then tried to brush some of the flour off of his shirt. It was then that he then noticed the state of the room he was in, and rushed out into the living room so that he could try and keep Ryou out of what used to be his nice, clean kitchen.
Ryou came in searching for his yami just a few seconds later, and there was a small thump as his bag fell out of his hand to hit the floor. Ryou was torn between calling it the funniest thing he'd ever seen, or the cutest.
"Bakura, what happened to you?" Bakura just stood and glared as Ryou attempted to keep himself from giggling.
"It was the blasted mixer, not me. And the flour was up too high, so I dropped it by accident."
Ryou stopped laughing to try and process what his yami had just said. "Mixer? Flour? Bakura, what-"
Bakura held up a finger, then turned around and went back into the kitchen. A few moments later, he came back into the living room with his white and blue cake that had eighteen white candles lit on it.
Ryou's mouth dropped open, and he was quite glad that there was a couch behind him as his legs suddenly caved in under him. Bakura set the cake down very carefully on the coffee table, then sat down next to Ryou.
The slightly dazed albino looked up at his yami, who was now only semi-coated in flour, and opened his mouth to say something. Bakura put a finger to his hikari's lips.
/Now, don't say anything. I want to do this properly/
Ryou wasn't quite sure what Bakura meant by that until the dark spirit opened his mouth and, wonder of all wonders, began to sing softly.
"Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Ryou,
Happy Birthday to you."
Said birthday boy took nearly a full minute to comprehend it all, then threw his arms around Bakura, kissing him full on the lips. Ryou's dark pulled back slowly, and said in a tender voice, "You need to blow out your candles."
Ryou giggled happily, then turned back to his cake. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and blew out all the candles in one breath.
He looked back at Bakura to see that his yami had a white box in his hand tied with a gold ribbon, and a self-satisfied grin on his face. He held out the package to Ryou, the grin widening as Ryou took it.
The albino gave his yami a curious look, which made Bakura's grin widen even more, and slowly undid the ribbon. His eyes met Bakura's as he took the lid off, then he looked down. A gasp escaped his lips, and his soft brown eyes lit up as he saw what was in the box.
A glass figure of an angel with painted white wings and long white hair was placed carefully among sheets of tissue paper. The angel was holding his hands out in a welcoming gesture, and there was a smile on his face.
"Oh, Bakura," Ryou breathed, "It's beautiful." He looked up to see Bakura's face extremely close to his own.
"For my angel," he said softly, acting quite out of character, "that saved me from the dark."
Tears filled Ryou's eyes, and his lips suddenly met his dark's in a tender kiss. As they broke it off, Bakura smiled, a smile that only Ryou had ever seen.
"Happy Birthday, love."
A/N: Whee, fluff! *bounces around* Um, yeah, well, I hope ya'll liked it, and I'm hoping to get another chapter of Little Angel up soon. School is starting to get in the way, and I'm having some technical difficulties with what to put in each chapter. Anyways, thanks to all the peoples that reviewed!