A/N:
Hey, I have reviewers from other stories! :: waves at Elle, Dark magician girl and Bobgod ::
This chapter is shorter :: sweatdrop :: Gaah, well it's just supposed to be a silly humour fic anyway, right?
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Chapter 2- Heart of the clothes
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Ryou was really confused. He had been dragged out of bed this morning by his yami and he was standing in some dark, edgy store where the blasting music was hurting his ears. He didn't exactly know where he was, or what was going on...
"Ryo-chan!" Malik looped his arms around his shoulders. "Don't look so sad... aw, you're cute when you're confused, though."
He knew that Yami was going to kill Malik very soon. It was kind of funny.
So he decided to go along with this weird play, at least until his yami snapped. Or finally glomped up on Yuugi's yami, either one. Ryou knew that his yami had some weird thing for Yami Yuugi, though he wouldn't dare admit it to anyone. Sometimes it was good to share an unconscious.
Ryou also knew that Yami was going to pounce him one of these days. He hoped that he could fix him up with someone else before then.
Preferably, with Malik. That guy was just scary- kept touching him. At least Yami had the decency to stick to leering.
His patience was really tested, though, when even Yuugi joined in.
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"Come on, won't this be better than letting Malik in?" asked Yuugi. "You know I won't look if you don't want me to."
"I don't," Ryou said annoyedly. "I don't see why I have to be chaperoned in my dressing room at all."
"I don't want you buying more clothes like the ones you have at home," Bakura growled from outside the door. "Knowing you you'd defeat my purpose."
Ryou jumped. "Yami, I thought you went away!"
"Don't worry, Ryo-chan, I won't let him barge in on you half-dressed!" Malik chirped.
Ryou twitched.
Yuugi shrugged apologetically. "How about you try on this shirt, Ryou-kun? I think it would look good on you." The shirt was cerulean blue. Polyester, tight. Tank top, with the sides laced up and a high collar. And a zipper that went all the way down the front.
"Yuugi-kun, if I wore that anyone could unzip me!" Ryou said, horrified.
"No one is going to unzip you," said Yuugi comfortingly. "Well... how about this shirt that I picked up?"
"What's with all the blue?" Ryou asked.
Yuugi shrugged. "Blue is your cutest color."
Ryou blinked.
"What?"
"I said I... oh, forget I said anything..."
There was an awkward silence, in which Yuugi sat down in embarrassment and Ryou looked up at the ceiling, possibly for guidance. He grinned to himself, finally, and picked up a discarded shirt, waving it in front of Yuugi's face.
"I'll try this on," he said. "But I'm not promising anything, mind you."
Yuugi brightened.
"Oi! Ryo-chan, can I come in? Are you naked?"
Ryou and Yuugi giggled as they heard the unmistakable sound of Bakura kicking the lights out of Malik.
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A mere fifteen minutes later, Ryou stepped out of the dressing room with his hands over his face. He was fully dressed.
Somewhat "dressed", anyway.
Yami Yuugi raised an eyebrow. Coming out of his spirit room sure could be interesting.
"You are..." Bakura gulped. "I..." He stared at the pale shoulders covered with just a few slashes of deep blue leather. Ryou's stomach, bellybutton exposed. Pants that molded to his thighs. With side vents cut up to his hips.
"That outfit is not even legal," commented Malik.
Ryou blushed. "All right! This is enough. This whole thing is ridiculous and I'm not going to stand here and... get leered at... any longer. So stop insulting me!"
"I think they're complimenting you, Ryou," said Yuugi.
He started as the nearby dressing room door opened and Ryou quickly ducked behind him to hide. All stared as Kaiba strode out and smirked at himself in the three-way mirror. He was wearing a tight blue tank top (that looked suspiciously like Malik's) and blue-black leather pants trimmed with silver.
Bakura, Malik and Yami Yuugi whistled in unison.
Kaiba whirled around. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
Ryou and Yuugi cowered, but luckily Kaiba didn't really notice them.
Bakura shrugged. "I'm taking a friend for a dose of my much-needed fashion sense. Perfectly innocent. On the other hand, Kaiba Seto of international fame and subject of many tabloids... what are you doing here?"
"I thought I told you to close the store!" Kaiba hissed into his cell-phone.
"Ah... that explains it," said Bakura. "I wondered why the entrance was locked."
"Then you should have gone to another store, you insane Egyptians!"
Yuugi coughed. "Kaiba, we're really sorry, really..."
"Yuugi, if the store was locked how did we get in here?" Ryou whispered.
He shrugged. "Spirit stuff."
There was an awkward silence. Ryou realized that everyone was looking at Yuugi and himself. He swallowed nervously.
Kaiba stared, not unpleasantly. "Well... who do we have here?"
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A/N:
I have no idea how Kai got here. Really. I didn't do it, I swear! Hehehehe, well let's see if next chap we get to find out about some of Kai's... "special" habits.... and we can watch him hit on Ryo-kun!