Bakura's Worst Fear
Authoress Notes: I suck at humor. I rather enjoy writing angst or tragedy. This was my first story on when I was twelve. Of course it's small, short, and to the point...Kind of like polka dots...
Okay, time to start it up.
"Ryou!"
Ryou went to his darks room to find him on top of his shelf and staring at the ground.
"What's wrong?" Ryou asked.
"R-R-R!"
"What?"
"RAT!"
Ryou's eyes widened and he started to giggle, then the giggling to turned to cackling, then the cackling turned to laughing hysterically.
"It's not funny! GET. IT. OUT!" Bakura squealed like a little girl.
Ryou looked over to the bed and looked under.
A. Mouse?
"Bakura! This is NOT a RAT!"
...No answer...
"Bakura?"
Ryou turned. Bakura was hypervenelating.
"Oooookay... I'll be right back."
Ryou took the mouse and put it outside. When he came back...
Bakura had dead fainted there was a small white mouse looking from his former spot upon the shelf.
"Bakura?"
The End...