Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Potholes in Tokyo II ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

Potholes in Tokyo II

Chapter Eight

AN: To the person who said something… how can you read the first seven chapters and _not know_ that this story has hardly any plot at all?! *cough* Ahem. But since I can't tell if that was supposed to be a flame or not, I digress. But either way, the point in my writing this story isn't to give you deep, psychological meaning. It's just not like that. I write potholes because it makes me happy, and it makes other people happy. Enough said.

*~*

"Yat-ta, yat-ta!" Ryou sang softly, flicking through the clothes on the rack. Yuugi stared at him from his chair, as if trying to bore holes in the back of his head.

"Ohayooooooooo!"

Yuugi rolled his eyes. "Hey, Ryou…?"

"What is it, Yuugi?" Ryou said, turning to the little boy with a bright smile.

"I don't think you're going to find wedding attire at Wal-mart…"

"Oh," Ryou murmured, looking crestfallen. "Then where could I find something appropriate?"

"Err… a wedding store?" Yuugi suggested uncertainly.

"Well, where is one?" Ryou asked, plopping down beside Yuugi.

"Hmmm… it depends on what you're going to wear, I guess…"

"What do you mean?" Ryou asked, resting his chin on his hand and propping his elbow on the chair arm.

"Well… are you going to wear a suit or a dress?"

Ryou blushed crimson. "I-I don't know… I never thought about it, really…"

"Oh. Well, then I guess it doesn't matter what you wear. You know, since Bakura's going to have it off of you as soon as the ceremony is over."

Ryou's face was beet red. "What happened to the naïve little Yuugi I used to know?"

Yuugi paused for a moment, thinking. "…I'm pretty sure he took an extended coffee break… yeah, I think so."

"Well then, Mr. Naughty Pants, when are you going to hook up with Yami?"

It was Yuugi's turn to blush.

*~*

Meanwhile, Bakura was busy filling out invitations to the wedding. A begrudging Yami was sealing the envelopes for him while commenting on his guest list.

"Bakura… there's nobody on your guest list…" Yami said, staring at the piece of paper.

"So?"

"Aren't you inviting anyone to your wedding?" Yami squawked in dismay.

"Why should I?" Bakura asked, staring at Yami.

"Pfft. Just because _you_ don't have any friends doesn't mean you can't invite Ryou's friends," Yami muttered.

"Fine. You can come if you want to so badly."

>_< "I don't want to come, stupid chef. I'm only coming because of Yuugi."

"Well, we all knew that," Bakura muttered suggestively, but Yami only gave him a confused look. Bakura sighed.

Yami coughed. "Anyway… who's going to be your Best Man?"

"Ryou's my best man!"

-_-;; "Ryou is your fiancée. Your Best Man is usually your best friend…"

"Ryou's my best friend. I don't like anybody else."

"…you're so hopeless, Bakura. Won't it be odd that Ryou has a Maid of Honor and you don't have a Best Man?"

"Ry-chan has a Maid of Honor?" Bakura asked, confused. "Who?"

"SETO KAIBAAAAAAAAAA!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Bakura wailed.

"Yesh! Yesh!" Yami yelled victoriously.

Bakura's shoulders shook. "Well, all right… I suppose you can be Best Man… as long as you can keep Seto Kaiba away from my Ryou-chan!"

"All right!" Yami said, writing down the names of some random people he had decided to invite to Bakura's and Ryou's wedding.

"Who is O-to-gi?" Bakura asked, peering over Yami's shoulder at the piece of paper he was scrawling on.

"Erm…do you remember that guy with religious pamphlets?"

-^_^- "Those were yummy religious pamphlets…"

"You're a fruitcake."

"Well, you're a stupid Pharoah," Bakura retorted.

-_-;; "That. Was .Lame."

*~*

After much searching, Yuugi and Ryou had ended up in front of a shop with pretty dresses hanging in the window.

"This looks like a strange place…" Ryou mumbled, staring at his feet.

"You and Bakura will never get married if you keep stalling like this!" Yuugi said. "And that would make the readers angry!"

Ryou considered this. "You're right, Yuugi-chan. I must find some pretty clothes so that I may be wed!"

Yuugi stared as the newly made Wedding-monster charged through the door of the shop. "Pretty clothes, pretty clothes…" Ryou flipped through the rack of clothes with lightning-speed movement. "How about this one, Yuugi?" Ryou asked, bringing a lacy, silky garment from the rack.

"I think that's lingerie…"

"Hmm… I'll buy it anyway; I might need it later. Now, back to looking for a wedding dress…"

"Do you need any help, miss?" a saleslady asked, watching as Ryou tried to find some suitable clothing.

"Oh… erm… well, that is… I was looking for a wedding dress…" Ryou murmured, blushing cutely.

"And who's your little friend over there?" the girl asked, gesturing to Yuugi.

"…the ringbearer…"

"I'm not little!"

"Oh, of course not!" the girl said happily, patting the top of Yuugi's rather pointy hair. "But just remember, it's not size that counts-it's what you do with it!"

Yuugi gagged, covering his mouth and leaning against the wall for support.

"Now, let's see what we can find for you," the girl studied Ryou closely. "Ah, I think I can find something!" The salesgirl wandered into a back room.

"Blehh, I'm dead," Yuugi muttered, sliding down the wall in a dead faint.

"Yuugi?" Ryou asked, nudging the boy with his shoe. Ryou shrugged.

"Oh, I think this will just look great on you!" the girl yelled. "Here, go and try it on!" She practically threw the white bundle of cloth at Ryou.

"Eep!" Ryou squeaked, barely catching the dress. He wandered off in the direction he supposed was the dressing room.

*~*

"All right. Now comes the BIG question…" Yami said, pausing in order to build tension.

"Aww, quit being so melodramatic," Bakura grumbled, chucking a pineapple at Yami's head.

"Will we allow Anzu to come?"

Bakura laughed maniacally. "Of course we shall! After all, then I can rub it in her face when I get married before her! Ku ku ku ku ku ku!"

Yami sweat-dropped, shaking his head at the mental kitchen wench. Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Go and see who's at the door, slave!" he yelled commandingly to Bakura.

"Do it yourself, stupid Pharaoh!" Bakura shot back, ignoring the now urgent tones of the doorbell.

Yami sighed, but didn't bother asking Anzu to answer the door-he could guess from her recent actions that she was busy. So, he got up to greet the people at the door. He was met by a red-faced Ryou who had one arm wrapped around Yuugi as if to support the boy, while the other arm was laden with bags.

Yami blinked, puzzled. "What happened?"

Ryou tossed his many bags to the floor, moving into the house with Yuugi attached to his waist. "Yuugi fell down the escalator when we were at the mall… his ankle is sprained."

"Yuugi!" Yami cried, immediately picking the boy up and cradling him in his arms. "Oh, you poor thing! I must take care of youuuuuuuuuu!"

"It doesn't hurt that much, Yami. It's only a little swollen…" Yuugi mumbled, blushing as Yami fussed over him like a mama cat. "…of course, I can't be ring bearer in Ryou's wedding… I'm sorry…"

Ryou waved it away. "It'll be fine. You need to concentrate on getting better anyway. So, Baku-chan, did you and Yami manage to fill out invitations?"

"Of course I did, itooshi! I'm a good fiancé!"

Ryou giggled, giving Bakura a hug.

"So, can I see what you're wearing to the wedding?" Bakura asked, giving Ryou the puppy dog eyes.

"No."

"Why not?" Bakura asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"It's bad luck, silly. Now, I have to see if I can get a replacement for Yuugi…" Ryou mumbled, picking up his bag and traveling upstairs with it.

*~*

"Hello."

"Hello. Is that you, Seto-san?"

"Yes."

"Great!" Ryou exclaimed, twirling the phone cord with his fingers. "You see, I have a little problem…"

"I'm sorry, Ryou, but I'm not going to convince the Prime Minister to tap dance for you. I have a reputation to consider, you know."

Ryou giggled. "No, it's nothing like that. It's just that Yuugi sprained his ankle and now I need a new ring bearer…"

"Mokuba said he wanted to be ring bearer…"

"That's good, then… but then I'd need a new flower girl, wouldn't I?"

Seto grinned. "I'm sure Noa wouldn't mind being the flower girl. In fact, I think he'd enjoy it."

"Oh, really? …I never would have guessed! Well, I guess everything's O.K. then."

"I'll see you at the wedding, then," Seto said, hanging up. He immediately began laughing maniacally. "Gwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"What is it, big brother?" Mokuba asked.

"You get to be ring bearer in Ryou's wedding."

"Really! Sugoi! I don't have to wear a dress!"

"You're a fruitcake, Mokuba. And you too, Seto!" Noa said as he emerged from the elevator, carrying a bundle of manila folders.

"So? You're the one going trans!"

"What?!" Noa exclaimed angrily. "What's going on, Seto?!"

"Gwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Noa glared. "…I hate you, Seto."

AN: Yay! I finally updated! This is cause for celebration! Unfortunately, I have exams next week and then I'm leaving on Sunday for vacation… so I dunno when I'll get the next chapter up. Gomen ne! -^_^-