Conflict of Interests
Drabble 45: Ink Blots
By: Kigen
Unofficially entitled Bedtime Stories of a Crimson Nightmare. More YohLyserg cuteness.
Disclaimer: If Shaman King was mine, it would be very clear that Lyserg wears those fu- uke- … Short shorts to subconsciously seduce all the seme boys.
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"What does this look like?"
"A fire truck." Lyserg commented, his eyes flicking to what Yoh was holding up.
"What about this one?"
"A butterfly."
"And this?"
"A sunset."
"You didn't even look that time."
Lyserg sighed and turned to Yoh. "Why are you asking all this anyways?"
"Because I was bored and because you looked bored." Yoh answered. With a devious grin, he grabbed Lyserg and pulled the boy to his side.
The dowser huffed and squirmed for a moment, before letting Yoh lay him down next to the Shaman King's own body.
"So," Yoh held up another ink blot. "What does this one look like?"
"A blob." Lyserg answered, yawning softly.
"Come on Lyserg, You have to be more creative than that. Try again."
As Lyserg looked up at the 'blob' a mischievous grin of his own took over his feature. "They look like headphones."
"Headphones?" Yoh blinked. He thought it looked kinda like Kororo, truth be told.
"Yeah." Lyserg drew his face closer. "Headphones." He pressed a kiss to Yoh's lips, one that Yoh easily got into.
Yet before he even had a chance to slip his tongue into Lyserg's mouth, he felt his headphones being jerked off his head, and Lyserg scrambling away with a laugh.
Yoh sat up, blinked confused for a moment, then grinned.
If Lyserg wanted to play this game, he was gonna win.
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Lyserg was happy in that one… Next chapter, some slightly angst, fluffy YohLysergness. Not to mention, the beginning of longer drabbles like so many of you requested. Hints are dinner and kisses.
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Ja min'na-san!