Bakura's Worst Fear
Authoress Notes: This is my first humor story, so, humor me. Please. I suck at humor even though I'm a comedian. I rather enjoy writing angst or tragedy. O.O;;;;;
Okay, time to start it up.
"Ryou!"
Ryou went to his darks room to find him on top of his shelf and staring at the ground.
"What's wrong?" Ryou asked.
"R-R-R!"
"What?"
"RAT!"
Ryou's eyes widened and he started to giggle, then the giggling to turned to cackling, then the cackling turned to laughing hysterically.
"It's not funny! GET. IT. OUT!" Bakura squealed like a little girl.
Ryou looked over to the bed and looked under.
A. Mouse?
"Bakura! This is NOT a RAT!"
...No answer...
"Bakura?"
Ryou turned. Bakura was hypervenelating.
"Oooookay... I'll be right back."
Ryou took the mouse and put it outside. When he came back...
Bakura had dead fainted there was a small white mouse looking from his former spot upon the shelf.
"Bakura?"
The End...
DGB: Review peacefully.