Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh
Author's note: This is a great story to work on when I'm home sick, lol. Gives me great inspiration, except I'm tired so I have no idea what exactly I'm writing. Hope this makes at least a slight bit of sense.
What a Day!
Ryou had been starring at the ceiling for two hours when Bakura came back with some tacos as he had promised. Right now Ryou felt that if he ate anything, he was going to barf it up in a matter of minutes.
"I got you a kid's meal," Bakura said as he starred at the overly exciting children on the bag. "Looked like something you would enjoy." Ryou took his kid's meal anyway and went into the confines of his bedroom.
"I hope I got a cool toy," Ryou wished as he reached his hand inside the bag. He pulled out a small, plastic taco. "How exciting," He sighed as he put down the cheap toy and pulled out his paper nacho hat from his dresser. Whenever Ryou had tacos he always wore his little nacho hat.
Ryou ate his tacos and threw them up as he predicted. "You need some Pepto-Bismol?" Bakura asked.
"No, I quite enjoy barfing. It makes me feel like a pregnant mother," Ryou said with joy and he continued to regurgitate in the bucket. Bakura shook his head and still put a package on the counter just incase.
"I'm going out try not to burn down the house," Bakura said as he abandoned Ryou.
After a good 15 minutes of toilet bonding, Ryou felt like trying to watch TV again. This time, nothing but makeover and talk shows were on. "This explains why old people are so boring, all they can do is watch these shows all day," Ryou sighed as he turned off the TV and went back into his room.
"Maybe I should go through all my old toys and take a little trip back in time," you said as he pulled out a big box from his closet labeled "give to charity." It was the only way to keep Bakura out of his things.
Ryou shuffled through the book pulling out beat-up dolls and old Barney tapes. The last thing in his box of memories was some building blocks from when he was seven.
Ryou closed his eyes and remembered spending weekends building cities with those blocks. He took off the lid and smiled at the pile of multi-colored funess. Suddenly he realized just how small the blocks were.
"I swear they were much bigger when I was little," Ryou said as he examined a block. Ryou began connecting pieces and soon he felt like a kid all over again. A couple hours later, the whole house was a giant block world.
"What the hell is this?" Bakura shouted as he walked in and stepped on some apartment complexes, crushing it. He glanced around at the massive towers that were surrounding him.
"Don't move!" Ryou shouted as he came swinging in on a rope he had hung from the ceiling. "I made a community! I wired some ropes to the ceiling so you can swing around and not crush anything!"
Ryou had truly lost it with his spare time from school. It was now time for Bakura to make the ultimate move… SEND RYOU TO THE HOSPITAL!!! So thus, Bakura tied Ryou up in a garbage bag and drove him off to the nearest hospital.
"He filled the house with a block city," Bakura explained vividly to the receptionist. Surprisingly the secretary seemed unalarmed of this unusual behavior.
"I'm perfectly fine," Ryou cried from the confines of his newly acquired straightjacket as he began to shake his head furiously back and forth like a toddler wanting some fun.
"Take him away," Bakura commanded as some doctors carried Ryou into the back of the ER. With a deep sigh Bakura sat down in one of the waiting room chairs and watched reruns of Saved by the Bell for the next two hours.
THE END!!!!!!!!