Title: Slumber Party
Rated: T
Summary: Yuma is curious to find out how Ryoga looks like with his hair up. It's a short drabble - less than 1000 words, just because I thought they were cute dorks.
Kotori was holding a sleepover party at her place and invited everyone to join. With a little struggle, they managed to get Ryoga to follow along as well. The party ended up being successful, even if much talking was not done on Ryoga's part, they could see that he clearly enjoyed their company, more or less. Yuma had promised to go out shopping with Rio instead of her brother. That was the only thing that could convince Ryoga to follow. Unluckily for Yuma, Rio did all her shopping early, to avoid a large crowd.
With a bored Rio, and a very tired Yuma, things got very interesting in the mall. Rio, who was also at the sleepover, woke Yuma up fairly early and dragged him to the mall to carry all her bags. Eventually, after he dropped her off at their place, he could return to Kotori's house.
"Uh…Yuma, your hair…Why do you have pigtails?" Kotori opened the door for him and was more than surprised when she discovered Yuma had his hair changed.
"Shark's sister." It was a quick reply but one he was not willing to repeat, instead, he pointed at his hair.
"Can you help me take them off? She must have used some sort of magic or something to glue the hairbands to my hair, and I can't seem to take them off." Kotori nodded and began to take the hairband off.
"Oh, they're so pretty! What a wonderful vibrant color!" Yuma rolled his eyes; this was not exactly the right time to be admiring Rio's choices in elastic hairbands. Once Kotori was finished, she pulled the two hairbands onto Yuma's wrist.
"Maybe you'll need them later~" She winked and laughed, which caused Yuma to narrow his eyes in annoyance.
"Yeah, whatever-" He had no energy to argue, all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. "I'll go doze off again."
Yuma rubbed his eyes tiresomely and yawned as he walked up the stairs, towards Kotori's guestroom. It was large enough for all of them to sleep there, but most of his classmates had already gotten up. Once he was inside and thought he was alone, he sighed and threw himself on the bed, but nearly landed on something, or, someone.
"Shark?" The young duelist pulled the blanket down and saw Ryoga sleeping soundly, despite this very sudden and ungraceful entrance. The other teen's soft hair framed his face cutely, and made him appear rather peaceful. One could not say the same if he was awake.
Yuma thought Ryoga would be the first one up, but to his surprise, he seemed to be the last one, for one reason or another. The urge to wake his friend up by a prank, or yell in his ears was an amusing thought, and made Yuma grin. Despite that, he refrained from pulling dirty tricks. Ryoga's look was not only peaceful, but it appeared as if he was honestly exhausted. There was no reason to make it worse.
Yuma gently lied down next to Ryoga, and pushed his dark bangs away from his friend's face, to see him more clearly. He reached out for the other teen's hands, which were cupped near his face, and held them. Even if he was covered in blankets, his hands were very cold. Yuma let one hand cup Ryoga's cheek, to see if he was freezing, but it appeared to only be his hands. He gently placed a kiss to the back of Ryoga's fingers, and allowed his own fingertips to trace over his friend's knuckles. It was at this point he noticed something. When he looked down at their hands, he saw the hairbands Kotori placed on his wrist. Now that he gave that attention, he wondered; what would Ryoga look like with his hair up? There was never a time he saw him with his hair up. Out of curiosity, the young duelist crawled over towards Ryoga and gently pushed his hair aside, to put it up in a ponytail. Ryoga's hair was thick and silky; it felt so smooth in his palm. It would be over in a second. This would have worked better if Ryoga did not suddenly turn in his sleep and cause Yuma to fall down, straight on his face. The sound and mumbling was what woke the other up from his slumber, and forced him to ask the question;
"Just, what the hell do you think you're doing?" The sudden annoyed tone got Yuma back up on his feet. He sat down on the bed to speak clearly, and defend himself, but the look Ryoga was giving him threw him off-script.
"…You know you look very hot with a ponytail, right?" The other teen raised a brow and then appeared as if he was questioning what Yuma had just said. It did not take him long to realize Yuma put his hair up and was now grinning like an idiot for this reason solely.
"You're a stupid."
"I'm a stupid what?" Yuma simply tilted his head in confusion at those words.
"You're just a stupid." Ryoga took hold of the pillow he slept on and tossed it. Luckily for Yuma, he managed to dodge it in time.
"Shark, I compliment you, and you throw pillows at me? Rude."
"I wasn't aiming at you, dork. I was aiming at the floor."
"Why would you aim at-" He barely had enough time to finish his sentence before he was pushed down from the bed, onto the pillow that was just thrown. Ryoga pulled off the headband quickly and then hopped off the bed to hold Yuma pinned down.
"Shark! What are you doing?" The confident grin Yuma had a while ago vanished quite quickly. He feared what Ryoga had in store for him.
"Let's see how fun you think this is when I give you braids."
