Soooo, Hi. It's Me again. Shitting out Fanfiction. Hmmph. xD
Yeah, This idea was Eating at me
So I Had to Write it.
In Norman 270 word, Shitty, Meggo Fashion.
So Yeah, Enjoy. I Guess.
"Now, what do you see?"
"Ryou, this is stupid."
Bakura sighed heavily. He was not in the mood for his Hikari's little games.
"No, it isn't. Now tell me, when you look in this mirror, what do you see?"
"I see me. And I see you. And I see that this mirror has been made out with, you fucking narcissist."
"Hey, no, none of that. You know you'd tap this." The last word excentuated by the smaller white haired boy smacking his own ass.
"Now, for the last time, tell me what you see!"
Bakura could not stand it when Ryou was like this. He thought to himself for a moment.
"This kid makes good grades in school, so why is he so dence? Why doesn't he understand that I do not wish to be disturbed with such stupid games?"
"Bakura! Tell me what you see!"
The older of the two sighed, more heavily than before, rubbed his eyes, and than caved in.
"I see a tired man. Who needs to brush his hair. There, happy?"
"That's a good start, now what else do you see?"
Bakura stared at his reflection, and proceded to pick himself appart.
"I see premature wrinkles, I see unnessicairy body fat, I see missmatched socks, I see horrible posture, I se-"
Ryou cut Bakura off.
"'Kay that's enough. My turn now."
"Okay little one, what do you see?"
The former tomb robber was relived this game was allmost through.
Ryou stood behind Bakura, so only the latter of the two could be seen in the mirror.
"I see Perfection."
Bakura smiled, he loved his Hikari's little games.
