A/N: I did not model this little drabble off of this years opening ceremony 'cause I didn't watch it. So... If things seem inaccurate then don't blame me... Well you could but I would respond by sticking my tongue out... So on with the drabbly thing...

Disclaimer: I don't own it... None of it and I never will... Go me and my grip on reality :twitch, twitch:

Warnings: Shonen-ai and Bakura OOC-ness

Olympic Flames and Poppin' Corn

"Hikari! Come quick, there's fire!"

At that Ryou dropped the bag of popcorn he's been opening and ran for the bedroom he and Bakura shared. His yami plus fire equaled many things; ruined carpets, burn marked curtains, singed cat whiskers, etc... The point was nothing good ever seemed to come of it.

"What? Where's the fire?" he practically screamed, bursting into the room.

Bakura sat on the bed with a dazed expression on his face. Slowly he lifted his finger and pointed at the T.V. On the screen a large flame was wavering taller, looking as if it was a finger reaching for stars. A man in a odd jumpsuit was now running about waving a giant torch.

"Look at the fire Aibou!... Shouldn't the people be afraid of him?" he sounded so confused that Ryou had to giggle.

"Nope. That's just the beginning of the Ol-im-pics. It's like a big, competition."

"O-h! Are they gonna throw anybody through the fire?"

"Um, no."

Bakura's face fell a bit but he still turned to Ryou and asked, "Can we watch it? Pretty please Hikari-Love?"

Ryou knew that Bakura was just doing this doing this to humor him. His yami would much rather be undressing him right now but with a face like that how could he say no, or yes or... Ryou bent and kissed Bakura softly on the lips before giggling and going to retrieve his fallen popcorn. Then he went back and snuggled into the circle of his dark's arms. For the net few hours the two alternated between watching the festivities and feeding each other morsels of poppin' corn until sleep claimed them both.

A/N: Review now! ... No really though I mean it.