A/N: I got bored the other day and decided to write a humor fic. The humor is there, although some may have to squint to see it. It's short, might make some of you laugh/giggle. Some mild swearing involved.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its wonderful characters.
Enjoy and please leave some creative criticism on the way out~
"For the last time, Yuugi…" I mutter, watching him apply the foamy shaving cream onto his soft face. "You do not need to shave."
He just huffs, not pausing to think about what could happen. "I see you shaving all the time."
"That's because I actually grow facial hair."
And there's the pout he believes so much to be a glower. I feel my lips twitch in a subtle smirk.
"I grow facial hair…" He pauses, thinking of a good example. "Eyebrows count, right?"
I poke his arm playfully. "Not in his case. So put away the blades before you get hurt."
"I won't get hurt." Yuugi quickly puts in, turning to face me fully. His expression is truly comical beneath all that foam.
"Yeah, you will." I flick his nose, sending the white substance on it to fly onto the mirror sitting neatly on the wall.
"No, I won't." As if to prove his point, he grabs the blade and watches himself wipe the shaving cream away. He digs a little too deep, however, and nicks his cheek.
The reaction is almost instant. His hand jerks back suddenly, dropping the foam covered blade into the water filled sink. His other hand slaps the wound, causing some of the cream left on his face to slide into the small cut. He hisses, stumbling back and into my chest.
By this time, I'm howling in laughter. The shocked, surprised, and slightly hurt expression on his chubby little face is priceless. The pout he gives me for my reaction is the icing on the cake, causing me to double over.
Yuugi shoves me out of the bathroom, muttering curses at me that I barely register.
When he finally comes out, his cute face is covered in tiny bandages, a permanent scowl shooting my way.
"Not. A. Word."
I hide my smirk beneath a hand and snigger silently. Although apart of me is worried about his cuts, I still warned him and he just kept on doing it. Some lessons are just learned the hard way.
By the time we're ready to get into bed, Yuugi still won't talk to me. I return from the bathroom to find Yuugi standing beside our shared king sized bed, a little too innocent smile on his face.
Before I can ask what he had planned, Yuugi quickly turns the lights off and the room plunges into darkness. I hear the shifting of covers, following their noise to our bed. Pulling the sheets back, I think I hear a particularly strange sound, but list it off as my tired mind playing tricks with my head.
It wasn't until I had collapsed into a sticky pile of goo did I realize that something was wrong.
"What the hell?"
The lights click on suddenly and I blink to erase the spots in my vision. I look down and gasp in horror.
All my side of the bed was covered in shaving cream. It must have been hiding under the sheets for me not to notice. It's all over my back, making awkward noises when I shift around.
A bright flash makes me wince, glancing up to find Yuugi's shining face smirking - actually smirking - down at me above his Polaroid camera. It spits out a picture and Yuugi gingerly takes it.
"Yuugi?" I breath, still a little shocked in finding a buttload of shaving cream in my bed.
"Payback's a bitch, huh?"
And with that, Yuugi raced out of the room, giggling like the little child I think he is sometimes.
I finally get it together by then, squirming out of my bed's hold and chasing after him.
"Hold on! Someone's got to clean up this mess, and it's not going to be me! Yuugi!"
