Warning This is Crack and the Characters are Not in Character….I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh~ or any of its' characters. Fan made for my Ryou Bakura ;~; Enjoy Whatever this thing is. And I don't own B.K. Oh and it implies yuck!
Yuugi looks at his television with slight depression as his stomach churns at the unhealthy mixture of Burger King's burgers and the vanilla milkshake resting within his belly. He groans and clenches his poor tummy as he attempts to grab the remote to change the channel off of Core. Hilary Swank was just making his stomach sicker. Why had he agreed to go out and buy the dreadful Burger King for his elderly and senile grandpa? Why had the world been so cruel to him?
'It isn't so bad aibou. You just need to breathe and take some Tums.' Yami says to him as he attempts to comfort the wild colored haired boy.
'Bite me Yami, you didn't have to eat it!' Yuugi snarls back at the Pharaoh within his puzzle, ignoring the shock face that he knew the other was expressing. He gazes his violet eyes at the pale skinned teen lying next to him with his laptop resting on top of his knees, noticing how the white haired teen slightly tremble and blush at what he was reading. 'At least I am not suffering alone.'
Yuugi props himself on his elbows and holds back the urge to throw up right then and instead groans out to his buddy Ryou, "Ryou, I feel really sick Ryou."
Ryou's dark ochre orbs look down at his poor suffering friend and sighs, "I am feeling sick too Yuugi, but I am at the really good part in the story. "
"Is it that fan fiction where Malik and Marik are together and Malik is the-"
"Yes, Yuugi, that one. It's so sad." Ryou whines and puts his hand over his mouth to stop from upchucking on his precious laptop. He squeezes his eyes shut as he eases the waves of nausea out of his system and attempts to go back to his beautiful fan fiction but a certain black, purple, and blonde haired boy had other ideas as he felt a sharp tug at his left arm. He looks down at the smaller lad with pity and pets his head gingerly trying his best to comfort Yuugi without making Yami or Bakura jealous.
Yuugi mewls at the petting and says, "I still wanna throw up Ryou, my stomach hurts so bad."
"Why did your Grandpa want such trash anyway?"
"I-I don't know Ryou, but I need to throw up. I can feel it."
Ryou attempts to move away from the star-haired teen but couldn't as the other still had his left arm in his tiny, tight coil, refusing to let go. Ryou exams the smaller man closely and notes a tear sliding down the other's face. "Y-Yuugi? Are Okay?" Ryou asks.
Yuugi gazes into Ryou's deep ochre orbs with tear streaking down his face, "I-I am sorry R-Ryou, but I-I can't hold out anymore."
"Yuugi, what-"
"Ryou you have to be my dumpster."
"WHAT?"
FIN.
…..Poor Ryou….Review if you would like to :D