.....I wrote a humor fic.
Okay, so it's an Angst/humor fic, (::twitch:: What kind of combination is that!?!) but.....
I wrote a humor fic! I wrote a humor fic!
.....
::dies::
Make of it what you will. I aint sayin' anything.

Swimming.
By Tyger

He'd never learnt to swim.
So, when his friends had dragged him to the pool, Bakura had felt - dare he say it - a little out of his depth.
Despite his protests, he'd been manhandled into one of Jounounchi's boardshorts. (Surprisingly, they'd fit.)
Because of that, they'd seen his scars. They'd assumed they were from his yami.

They weren't.

He'd then been unceremoniously dumped into the pool. It had been the shallow end, but it had taken him nearly a minute of almost-drowning until he had realised he could stand.
It had been the singly most terrifying event of his life.