A/N- Collaboration with AmiLearntobeLonely. A troll fic? From Whirlpool and Ami? What is this? Never! Anyways, so we're getting tired of reading bad m-preg fics. So Whirlpool was like, "LET'S MAKE A CRACKISH TROLLISH WEIRDISH THIEFSHIPPISH GENRELESSISHISHISHISH FANFICTION!" Obviously, that's Whirpool for 'ya. If ever in need of an anti-social person who talks to statues, just go find her. So, we started hatching a plot...and this is the plot's product. Not that anyone cares about the story and how we came up with the ideas for this, you just want to read the actual fic, don't you? Alright, alright. By the way, this isn't trolling grammar or anything, because neither of us can handle writing terrible grammar. Just crazy ideas about m-preg. I think I've personally read three or four sensible m-pregs in all of fanfiction. Signing out, Ami.

Not too long ago, in the far away land of Japan, four young men lounged in their college dorm, looking bored. Or rather, three of the four. The fourth, whose name happened to be Melvin, was wandering the halls of the gradually darkening school, looking for a classroom, or perhaps the girls' dorms, to sleep for the night. He preferred to stay clear of his roommates at night.

Which was probably a smart decision as two of his roommates were dating and did a little more than just regular goodnight kisses, so to speak. Poor Ryou, who happened to be the most polite of the bunch didn't have anywhere else to sleep and often walked in on most unusual sights. He had soon learned that leaving during such times would make his life and mind not rot away in utter mind scarring situations.

"So, are you gonna be 'not here' or 'here' tomorrow?" Marik asked Bakura, his boyfriend. Bakura snorted and sat on his bed, sporting a wide grin.

"'Not here, of course."

Ryou frowned. It was funny at the beginning of the year, he had to admit. But now, several weeks had gone by and Bakura's little 'game' hadn't ended. Because of his major in Underwater Basket Weaving, Bakura had no teacher, and therefore turned in attendance himself.

"Hasn't anyone become suspicious at all, Bakura? You hand in the attendance and then you are absent, doesn't anyone ever ask any questions?" Ryou asked in the polite way that only he could muster.

Bakura looked away from Marik and to Ryou, "Actually, the attendance office did ask me about it."

"What did you say?" Marik asked, holding back the soon to erupt laughter.

"Well, naturally, I had a very good reason." He paused for dramatic effect. "I said I was on maternity leave."

"Pffttt!" Ryou slapped his hand over his mouth, trying to suppress the erupting laughter inside him. When he had control over himself, he frowned at Bakura. "That was very wrong of you, Bakura! Shame!" He even shook his finger to emphasize his words.

"I don't care, you know it was funny, Ryou." Bakura stated, with an amused expression as Ryou almost went through another fit of laughter, only barely retaining a straight face in the end.

"Well, Bakura..."Marik said, gaining the attention of the room, "I got an A on my test today!" Marik held up a crumpled sheet of paper with tons of answers written on it and an A written in the cliché red ink. He then grinned and glomped Bakura on the bed, making springs creak. Both boys started laughing. Ryou just rolled his eyes and turned to his textbooks. However, the giggling from across the room did not cease and soon enough, Marik and Bakura rolled off the mattress and onto the floor. Bakura looked at Marik and brushed the bangs out of his face and behind his ear. They then leaned in towards each other-

Ryou slowly flipped a page in his textbook and then looked up in shock. Oh, no! The author has turned to me for this part. That can only mean one thing, he thought. Bakura and Marik are...

Ryou closed his book and quickly got his keys and left the door, making sure to close the door behind him. He sighed in relief when he got out into the dorm halls. When the authors turn to me, it's never a good thing.

He walked purposefully down the halls, heading towards the entrance and paused. An old friend of his, Tristan, stood in front of a door, draped over a mailbox. Now, why would he have a mailbox that's meant to go outside, just outside of his dorm room?

"Hi, Ryou! Me an' my honey here are back together!" The young man grinned at the shocked hikari.

"Erm-"

"Not to worry, Ryou, she has forgiven me for the miscarriage! We have decided to start our relationship anew!"

Poor Ryou. Poor, poor Ryou.

A/N-This is WhirlpoolofMadness and AmiLearntobeLonely, signing out! We only ask that you review because it will make us happy, and happy authors mean more will be written! Those who review will receive ice-cream. Flamers will be hugged …by Melvin…