I went to the doctors this morning, thus this fic appeared in my head and I used my ICT lesson to write it. Ryou POV. I don't own Yugioh.
DOCTOR
He had to sit on an uncomfortable chair. He hated uncomfortable chairs. They always reminded him that he was somewhere that he really didn't want to be. Like school; school had uncomfortable chairs. Or when he had to go to France with his dad once; the airplane had uncomfortable seats. So did the departure lounge, in fact. And now, there were uncomfortable seats here. He tapped his fingers on his knees; he could do without being here.
He sighed. It was Yugi's fault, really. He knew he was only trying to be a good, considerate friend, but still. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him, and there had been absolutely no reason to send him here. He wondered idly whether Yugi was the ill one, what with thinking there was something wrong with him when there wasn't. He moved his feet around for a few moments before stretching his legs out and crossing his feet. He continued to tap his fingers. There was nothing wrong with him.
He also hated being surrounded by old people, especially the odd looking ones that he usually saw in these kinds of places. They would always give him such funny looks. He figured that it was probably because of his hair; considering that they all had either white or grey hair themselves, he found it rather offensive of them to look at him weirdly. They never smiled either. They would all look so grumpy, especially the old women; he'd never seen one that wasn't frowning. They probably all had arthritis anyway. And the only old men that ever smiled were the pervy ones that thought he was a girl. It made him sick. People like that deserved to be sitting in these uncomfortable chairs.
So why was he there? He folded his feet under his chair and laced his hands together behind his head. And the posters covering the walls; what were they in aid of? For people to look at while they were waiting, apparently. But he saw no point in them whatsoever; he didn't have a drug problem, and neither did any relatives or friends, he wasn't pregnant teenager, and he didn't need help with considering an abortion. He wasn't diabetic, his parents didn't abuse him, he wasn't bullied at school, he wasn't an alcoholic, he was neither underweight nor overweight. He had already had the chicken pox, he'd been vaccinated for everything so far, he didn't need help to quit smoking and he didn't have kids so he wasn't interested in childcare. So what was he supposed to read while the people with heart problems read the relevant leaflets and posters? It was ridiculous really.
He shuffled again, this time folding his arms across his chest and crossing his legs. Why were these places always so damn quiet? He didn't like it when places were quiet. It made him nervous. Whenever things were quiet in films, something scary happens, or something jumps out at the character. And whenever things were quiet at school, it meant that everyone was unhappy because the teacher had threatened them so they worked in silence. Silence was never good. Silence meant exams, or home alone, or waiting rooms.
He looked up at the clock. He hated these places, and being in one when there was nothing wrong with him. He could always make a run for it? People missed appointments all the time, right? So surely one more wouldn't hurt?
"Ryou Bakura?"
That was his name. No escape anymore. He quite literally forced himself out of his uncomfortable chair and followed the woman in the dress. He might as well just get the whole thing over with. There was nothing wrong with him, so reassured himself that he was worrying for no reason. Nothing wrong with him. Nothing at all.
I don't think that was too bad, was it? I'll be back on Monday evening; I hope to see many reviews in my inbox (last time I said that, I think there was 3) XD