Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Potholes in Tokyo II ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

Potholes in Tokyo II

Chapter Seven

AN: Hao is a pretty mushroom!

"Now, where did you last see my Ryou-chan?" Bakura asked.

"On the trampoline!" Malik said joyfully, as if he was remembering all the things that

had happened on the trampoline. "…hey, where'd it go?"

"That doesn't matter! Which way did Ryou and the orange-suit girl go?"

"Thattaway!" Malik pointed. "Or… or maybe this way! Aw, forget it, I don't remember,"

Malik muttered, flopping down on the sidewalk.

"HOW COULD YOU FORGET, YOU BAKA ICE CREAM SALESWOMAN?!"

"I'm not a saleswoman, kitchen wench!" Malik growled, jumping up.

"Now, now, children," Marik said, standing in between the two. "Fighting is not nice.

You should both apologize!"

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'm sorry for calling a saleswoman… even though you are

one."

Marik `ahem'ed at him. "Aw, shut it. I'm not taking orders from a fruity man who makes

his living wearing a dinosaur suit."

Marik's lip trembled; he looked as if he was about to cry. "Aww, Marik-seme, Bakura

didn't mean it. He's just distressed."

"Well, thanks for all your help, you utterly useless dumb blondes! Now I must go forth

and rescue my lovely Ryou-chan from this orange-garbed fiend!"

"Pfft. And he calls _me_ a fruit."

*~*

"Tee-hee. Umm… Sasuke!" Miho giggled, face flushed.

"Ehh… blue boxers, maybe?" Ryou said.

"I say he goes commando-EVERY DAY!"

Ryou `ahemmed', sipping on his sake-laced tea. "What about…Sessho-maru?!"

"He doesn't wear underwear, silly!" Miho said, giggling as she undoubtedly imagined poor Sesshy-chan.

Ryou `eeped'. "You know, I think you've had a little too much sake…"

"I have another one!" Miho declared. "What kind of underwear does _Ryou_ have?"

Ryou fainted.

*~*

"Ah! THIS MUST BE THE RIGHT ABANDONED WAREHOUSE!" Bakura yelled, kicking the door open violently. Apparently he was wrong, though…

"How'd you two get here before I did?" Bakura asked, tilting his head at the two blonde Egyptians sprawled on the floor.

"Marik is a _magic_ dinosaur," Malik muttered suggestively.

"Uhh… I… think I'll keep looking for Ryou!" Bakura said quickly, slamming the door shut. "Whew… those two don't _ever_ stop!"

Bakura kicked open the next door, to find a drunken girl wearing orange and an unconscious Ryou. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY RYOU, YOU FIEND?!" Bakura bellowed in Miho's ear.

"Who are you?" she asked, not seeming to notice that he'd just yelled loudly into her ears.

"I AM THE GREAT BAKURA! YOU BOW BEFORE ME, PITIFUL MORTAL WHO DARES TO TRY AND TAKE MY RYOU-CHAN AWAY FROM ME!"

"Oh, so you're Bakura…" Miho muttered, gazing drunkenly at the albino-type person. "Ryou talks about you a lot…"

"Of course he does, you silly girl! He loves me!"

Miho shook her head. "No… it's just that my dear Ryou-chan has always been involved in charity, you see…"

"O_o"

"…but really, Ryou-chan loves me. After all, I have a better figure than you do."

"You be trippin', shotty! I'm dead sexay!"

"You're one of those gay ghetto freaks, aren't you?"

"I'm ignoring you…"

"Why?"

"Because you're stupider than me!"

"Tee-hee, you're not ignoring me anymore!"

Bakura sweat-dropped. "I'm saving Ryou now." He plucked Ryou from the ground. "And remember, if you don't get help here, please… get help somewhere!"

"You're a fruit cup!"

"Hn! Well, in that case, you're not invited to our wedding!" Bakura stomped away, nose snobbishly in the air. He tripped over the doorframe.

"MAY AM'MIT EAT YOUR SOUL, YOU FIEND!"

Several old people hobbling along the sidewalk beside him raised their eyebrows at him.

"What you looking at, grandma?"

"A juvenile delinquent," the grandma shot back, brandishing her cane in the air.

"Oh, well that's understandable. Chastise him for me if you see him." Bakura strolled merrily down the street, Ryou in his arms. "Sailor suit, sailor suit, riceball alien in a sailor suuuuuit!"

*~*

"Whew!" Bakura said as he dropped the still unconscious Ryou on the living room couch.

"I see you saved your Ryou," Yami muttered nonchalantly. At this, Bakura nodded happily. "Then go fix me some food!"

Bakura stared balefully at Yami. "I just got back!"

"So? I _pay_ you to cook stuff for me at any time of the day or night."

"…really? I thought you paid me because you liked watching me run around in frilly pink aprons."

"Well, those are a nice touch. After all, they make my Yuugi-chan giggle in a cute way."

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll cook for you. But you're paying for the wedding!"

Yami stared open-mouthed at Bakura as he stalked into the kitchen. He groaned. "I think I'm about to be broke…"

"Ryou!" Yuugi squealed happily. "Look Yami, Ryou's back…"

"I hadn't noticed," Yami muttered, smacking on some bubble gum.

"You're silly, Yami."

Yami blew a big pink bubble. "You shouldn't do that, Yami."

"Why not?" Yami asked thickly. With a pop, the huge bubble exploded on Yami's face.

"That's why!" Yuugi said, grinning.

"Ha ha," Yami said tonelessly. "I'm sure this is all very funny to you… but it's not to me!" He wandered into a bathroom, presumably to peel the sticky pink stuff off his face.

"…Baku-chan?" Ryou asked quietly.

"My lovely Ryou-chan is awake!" Bakura yelled from in the kitchen, bustling into the living room. "How are you, Ryou?"

"I am…" Ryou paused, as if trying to figure out just how he felt. "…blehh."

"Blehh? Oh, dear… I had hoped you'd be happy to see me…"

"Oh, of course I'm happy to see you!" Ryou said in his sweet voice, chocolate eyes filling with happiness. "Anything is better than seeing Miho, after all!"

"Orange girl?" Bakura asked. Ryou nodded. "Yeah. She's really scary."

"So, Baku-chan… let's plan the wedding, shall we?"

Bakura smirked. "Of course, itooshi…"

"So, what do you want-chicken or fish?" Ryou asked.

"Whichever one is the most expensive. After all, Yami is paying."

"Steak it is!" Ryou circled the choice with a magic sharpie.

"Hey, uhh… Ryou?" Yuugi asked.

"What is it, Yuugi-chan?" Ryou smiled sweetly at the boy.

"Erm… I was wondering, what are you wearing to the wedding?"

Ryou clapped a hand to his mouth. "Eep!" he squeaked. "I was so busy being kidnapped that I forgot all about buying something! …Yuugi, would you like to come shopping with me?"

Yuugi sweat-dropped.

AN: Mou. I have to go to bed… so I can't say much. Just be glad I finally finished the chappy.