Don't own Yugioh.
The first thing Ryo registered when he woke up a week later was that he felt sick. Really sick. He gave a low moan and put a hand on his churning stomach.
"Nnn, Ryo?" asked Bakura sleepily, roused by Ryo's moan.
Without warning, Ryo threw back the covers and ran for the bathroom. Bakura could hear the sound of retching down the hall. The room was still dark. Bakura looked at the clock. It was five in the morning. With a muttered curse, he got out of bed and followed Ryo to the bathroom. Ryo was kneeling on the floor with his head in the toilet.
Bakura leaned against the door frame, watching Ryo throw up, unsure of what to do. He eventually decided on kneeling beside him and rubbing his back.
Ryo took a shaky breath and laid his head on Bakura's shoulder as the nausea passed, half-closing his eyes. "Ugh…um, good morning."
Bakura couldn't help himself. He laughed. "How are you?"
"I feel sick," groaned Ryo.
"Well, I can see that. I meant besides that."
"Oh, I'm just bloody peachy," said Ryo, rolling his eyes.
"Do you think you can stomach any breakfast?" Bakura asked innocently.
Ryo paled and threw himself at the toilet. Bakura took that as a no and held Ryo's hair back.
For the next week, Ryo practically lived in the bathroom. He couldn't eat anything other than a few crackers, which had come up an hour later when he tried some soup. He even threw up the pills that were supposed to stop his nausea. The only thing he could keep down was water.
Ryo tried to laugh it off at first as just a stomach bug. But both he and Bakura knew that it couldn't be that.
"No. No way. Not a chance," said Bakura when Ryo suggested going to the doctor.
"Why the hell not?" Ryo asked through gritted teeth, resting his forehead on the edge of the toilet seat. A week of puking had worn his patience very thin.
"Hello. Nosowhowhateverphobic."
"Nosocomephobic," Ryo corrected irritably. "Right. I forgot about your stupid vendetta against hospitals."
"Well, that's settled then," said Bakura cheerfully, standing up and turning to leave.
"Bakura, get back here, now!" Ryo growled. "You and I both know that I need to get this checked out!" Ryo looked up to see Bakura shuffling nervously and looking interestedly at the ceiling.
"Look at me when I'm yelling at you!"
Bakura's eyes snapped down to Ryo's glaring eyes. He actually looked quite intimidating.
"Bakura, I haven't eaten in over a week! That's not good, I know you know that! I am more or less incapacitated so I need you to drive me!"
Bakura was torn between his need to help Ryo and his need to not be within a mile radius of Domino hospital. Ryo's eyes widened and he swung around and emptied the contents of his stomach. Ryo's eyes filled with tears involuntarily, stomach acid the only thing coming up and burning his throat. Bakura groaned, knowing there was no way out of it now, when Ryo said something that saved him.
"At least take me to Yugi's!" he pleaded, in tears now. "Yami knows a lot about magic, maybe he can help!"
Bakura held his hand in front of him. He moved them up and down like a scale, visibly weighing his mortal enemy helping Ryo and creepy, strange people in white helping Ryo.
"Bakura!" Ryo wailed miserably, wiping his cheeks with his sleeve.
Bakura's left hand shot up while his right hand went down to his waist. "Pharaoh it is," he said, helping Ryo to his feet.
"I'm gonna be sick."
"Again?" asked Bakura in his calmest voice. He had already pulled over twice and could see why Ryo had had him drive. "We're not even a block from Yugi's house!"
"Bakura, I am going to be sick all over this car in about two seconds," insisted Ryo, very white and breathing hard.
Bakura turned a corner. "Look, see, we're almost there," he said, pointing to the game shop not fifty feet away.
Ryo gagged and clapped both his hands tightly to his mouth, visibly trying not to heave. Bakura nearly floored the gas pedal. He stopped the car right next to the front door and he and Ryo got out, Ryo quite a bit more hastily.
The little bell jingled as the door opened. Yugi was behind the counter, reading a book. "Welcome to the—oh, hey, guys! What's up, Ryo?" he asked, noticing how pale the younger boy looked.
"We have a rather important matter to discuss with the Pharaoh," said Bakura as Ryo seemed to be concentrating all his energy on not being sick. "But I suppose you can come too since I don't want to suffer the Pharaoh alone and you looked bored to death."
"You picked a nice, slow Wednesday. I told myself twenty minutes ago that if nothing happens in the next twenty minutes I was closing up," said Yugi conversationally, staring at Ryo and closing his book. "You guys usually call first, what's the…"
Yugi broke off as Ryo lost the battle and ran to the bathroom in the house area. He looked back at Bakura. "…matter?" he finished.
"That," said Bakura, gesturing after Ryo. "He hasn't been able to keep anything down since Monday."
"Three days isn't that bad," said Yugi.
"Last Monday."
"Oh." Yugi walked over to the door and switched the sign to Closed before gesturing to Bakura to follow him into the house area. "YAMI! GET DOWN HERE!"
Roughly four seconds later, Yami was coming down the stairs from the bedrooms. "Yes, what is it, aib—oh." He broke off as he caught sight of Bakura. "What are you doing here, tomb robber?"
"I'm here to enjoy your company." Bakura flinched at the sound of Ryo emptying the contents of his stomach upstairs. "Ryo's been sick for awhile and I would rather get him looked at here than a hospital."
Yami snorted. "I still find it hilarious that you're afraid of hospitals."
"I am not!" whined Bakura.
"That's not what you told me," said Ryo weakly, wiping his mouth as he entered the upstairs hall and started down the stairs. He shot Yami and Yugi apologetic looks. "Sorry for coming over only to puke my guts out in your only bathroom."
Yami took Ryo's arm as he passed, meaning to help him down the stairs, but Ryo shook his hand off. "I can't eat, not walk." But Ryo swayed and gripped the banister tightly.
When Ryo got to the bottom Bakura wrapped an arm around his waist and led him to the kitchen, sticking his tongue out at Yami over his shoulder as Ryo allowed him to support him. Yami rolled his eyes and followed, Yugi close behind.
"Alright," said Yami. "Take off your shirt, get on the counter, and tell me why Bakura is insisting that I play doctor."
"Because I haven't kept down hardly any food down at all for ten days," said Ryo bluntly, pulling his shirt over his head and pushing himself onto the counter, "and I would rather not starve to death because the only this I ate was five crackers."
Yami nodded and started looking over Ryo. Small orbs of Shadow Magic glowed under his palms, searching for things amiss internally. Bakura sulked in the corner he had been sent to after Yami had told him he was in the way, shooting Yami glares as he lightly touched Ryo's bare torso. Ryo sat patiently, the Shadow Magic preventing him from feeling sick, talking quietly with Yugi.
When Yami reached Ryo's lower abdomen, his eyes widened and he began muttering to himself in Coptic. Ryo didn't notice Yami's closer inspection, but Bakura did, and he began to shuffle nervously. What was wrong with his light?
Yami sighed and straightened up. "Well, Ryo's not sick," he announced.
"Really?" said Bakura, nearly bouncing over to Ryo.
"Than what's wrong with me?" asked Ryo, not sharing his yami's happy mood.
"Nothing's wrong, per se…" said Yami hesitantly.
"Than what's up?" asked Yugi.
"Well," started Yami, unsure of how to purpose his question. "Did you two…do anything…involving Shadow Magic?"
"I do a lot of things with Shadow Magic," said Bakura. "Most of which could only be done with a sharp object."
"Fine," said Yami. "To put it bluntly, the last time you had sex, did you use any Shadow Magic in the foreplay?"
Ryo blushed bright red and buried his face in his hands while Bakura answered just as bluntly, "The last time we had sex was in the Shadow Realm. We haven't done anything since cause Ryo's been too uncomfortable."
"Ah, I thought it was something like that," said Yami. "Well, when doing something like that in a place with that much free Shadow Magic can sometimes alter things in order to—"
"Spit it out, Pharaoh," said Bakura and Ryo in unison, Ryo looking up from his hands.
Yami sighed. "Congratulations," he said, turning to Bakura. "Ryo is pregnant."
Ryo at the moment is two weeks along.