A/N: So this story was inspired by my super special awesome sister and partner in crime CrimsonEyes27. We both agreed that Ryou and Bakura mini golfing may be one of the cutest and most hilarious things in the world. I hope you guys agree and enjoy this fic! Please leave a review if you do ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh
Hole 1
Bakura stared dolefully up at the large pirate ship he and Ryou were standing before, vaguely wondering why anyone would care to put this much effort into a mini golf course. This thought, however, was pushed aside by the far more dominant thought: why the hell am I even here?
"Thank you 'Kura-kun! I'm so excited!"
Oh yeah, that's why he was here.
Bakura turned and looked at his boyfriend, his dark eyes meeting Ryou's chocolate ones. The smaller teen's soft white hair swayed lightly in the breeze. He looked Gods-damned adorable.
And that was why Bakura was standing here, before a long strip of fake grass holding a club to hit a tiny purple golf ball - he let Ryou pick it, Bakura would never pick such a wussy color himself - instead of using it for much more productive projects, such as bashing in the skulls of anyone who saw him here. He did, after all, have a reputation to uphold.
Ryou did, however, let Bakura go first.
"This one shouldn't be too bad," said Ryou, craning his neck to get a better look at the hole. "It's a pretty straight shot to the end. Just don't hit that... rock."
Bakura cursed as his ball ricocheted off the rock and back to the start.
Ryou giggled. "How 'bout we say that was a practice shot. The game technically hasn't even started yet."
"Whatever you say," muttered Bakura through a grimace as he lined up to take the shot again.