Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the intellectual property of Kazuki Takahashi
Author's Notes: Another short chapter. They vary in length. The next is long if I can ever finish it. Yes, I have started another. I would like to thank everyone who reviewed. Sankyuu! Somebody gave Ryou a pixy stick (pixy, pixie, pixy...). Look what you've done! Now I need a pixy stick! ...
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On Evil Christmas Trees and Senseless Sweets
Bakura was trying very hard to watch the late show, trying desperately, in fact. Not that he had any particular love for the late show but he was board – and Ryou was annoying the hell out of him! Ryou was sitting at his desk writing up a report for school beneath the light of this table-top lamp. It was twelve thirty and he tipped up another grape pixy stick, keeping his eyes on the report. The empty tube drifted down into the trash bin to be reunited with the last twelve of its kind. But that wasn't what bothered Bakura. What bothered Bakura was the constant incessant bouncing of Ryou's leg just out of the corner of his eye, right at the exact spot where his peripheral vision kicked in. It was driving him insane! He'd tried moving, so that Ryou was behind him but something in Bakura flared uneasily whenever anyone was behind him. It was an instinct from the past that he couldn't seem to get rid of. And when he'd tried telling Ryou to knock it off, Ryou had only told him to watch the tv downstairs if it bothered him.
Whoever had invented pointless sweets needed to be shot. That was what was wrong with society today – pointless sweets. All the sweets that children consumed turned them into hyper little monsters like the screaming, tantrum-throwing kids in grocery stores that Ryou wouldn't let him send to the Shadow Realm where they belonged. The sweets made them all hyper and then the rich evil doctors drugged them up until they flatlined in school and the teachers no longer had to worry about actually teaching the zoned-out drooling masses who could no longer think without a prescription and it was all the fault of whoever had invented casual sweets! Whoever it was needed to be shot, along with the doctors who went to school to learn how to write prescriptions and the parents who quit raising their kids and the kids who didn't have the sense to raise themselves! A lot of people needed to be shot. That stupid cat was right! He was right about the freaky clowns and he was right about the Christmas trees like the one that had tried to eat him last year. Ryou may not have believed him but that tree fell on him on its own! And it was all the sweets' fault! It was because Ryou had eaten all of the candy canes from one side of it and the tree was mad! AND IT HAD ATTACKED HIM! Ryou was constantly eating sweets; pocky, and pixy sticks and candy canes and Hershey's kisses.
"The tree should have attacked you!" Bakura screamed suddenly, turning to point a shaking finger at Ryou who stared back dumbfounded.
Ryou blinked for a moment in the uneasy silence that followed. "Bakura," he said finally "have you been eating the coffee beans again?"
"No!" Bakura yelled indignantly.
"Because you know I told you after the last time that they weren't like the beans in the soup." Ryou went on.
Bakura stared back open mouthed. "I'm going downstairs." he said finally, standing calmly and shutting off the infomercial that had at some point replaced the late show.
"O…k…" Ryou said, watching him go and shook his head, opening another pixy stick. Bakura really needed to have less caffeine. It was making him jittery.
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Post Comments: Before I forget, "That stupid cat" was Garfield, who said that whoever invented the Christmas tree needed to be drug out in the street and shot. (If I recall correctly - about the Christmas tree, because I remember the drug out in the street and shot part - I don't have the video with me right now.) Garfield is the intellectual property of Jim Davis.
That said, Review! Review, review, review! Imagine Ryou asking with his adorable large kitten eyes and Bakura... wait, Bakura, don't do that! Stop! ... Sorry.