Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Potholes in Tokyo II ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

Potholes in Tokyo II

Chapter Ten

AN: last chappy! I cry for youuuu, Potholes II! Oh yeah, and special thanks goes to Evil Chibi Malik for helping me with this chapter! Praise be to ECM!

Oh, and… I haven't been to a wedding in ages, so this is largely coming from off the top of my head.

"Mou! I'm so happy!" Bakura cried, wiping a tear from his eye.

"You are a strange little man…" Random Extra Man muttered.

"Well… you're a PUUCHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Bakura yelled, swatting him away.

"Augh! MY PANCREAS!" Random Extra Man doubled over in pain.

"Gwahahahah! Take that, evil Puuchuu fiend!"

"Augh! My nosebleed is oozing!"

"Huh? What?" Bakura looked up. All the minor players in the wedding were already assembled. "Oh, hello," Bakura muttered sheepishly, waving at the procession.

"Get on with it!"

"Pfft."

Funny music sounded from a random place, and a door banged open. Everyone's eyes snapped to the door, only to see a sheepish Malik and Marik shuffling into The Room (dun dun dun!). "Sorry we're late, we were a little busy this morning," Malik muttered to random people as the navigated the aisles to find their seats.

Yami rolled his eyes. Yuugi didn't notice, since he was turned around in his seat, craning his neck in an attempt to be the first to see Ryou enter. "Maa, where's Ryou?"

"I'm sure he'll be here soon enough…" Yami murmured, glancing at the back of Yuugi's head. "And there's no point in injuring your neck like that; I'm sure everyone will know when he gets here."

"I suppose…"

"Hell's bells and buckets of blood!" Bakura yelled. "Ryou, you're gorgeous!"

Ryou gave Bakura a brilliant smile as he stepped into the room, wearing a white wedding dress that had random pieces of transparent pink fabric on his arms and the top of his chest. "You really think so?"

Bakura nodded happily, not paying any attention to his nosebleed.

"Wow! Holy macaroni, she's sexy!" Uncle Ingrid said.

"That's a boy!" Anzu shrieked, smacking him with her overly heavy brick-filled purse.

"Oh. My. Ra." Malik and Marik chanted, blood trickling from both their noses. "Oh. My. Ra!"

"Yep, that's my son," Otogi told all the people who were coherent enough to hear his voice over their overactive hormones.

Someone offstage coughed, bringing a few people back to their senses.

"Right! Well, come on itooshi, let's get married!" Bakura said, running down the aisle to his koi. He smiled, linking their arms. The two began walking down the aisle.

"Hey, hold up a second! That's my job!" Otogi yelled, stumbling from his seat and next to Bakura and Ryou. A spat ensued.

"No it isn't! The father walks the bride-type person down the aisle! And Ryou-chan's daddy is lost like a chicken in Egypt!" Bakura said, tugging Ryou closer to him.

"I am Ryou's father!" Otogi yelled, grasping Ryou's other arm.

"No you're not; you're the religious pamphlet guy!"

"Who says?" Otogi sneered.

"I do!" Bakura shouted.

"Oh… well, that makes sense."

"Yesh, it does!

Ryou sweat-dropped as he became involved in a game of tug-of-war.

"But I'm still Ryou's father!"

"No you're not!"

"Yes I am!"

Yami cleared his throat. Nobody took notice of him. He coughed loudly into a megaphone, and still no one heeded him. He was thwarted once again when he experimented with marching around the room, banging large woks together.

He growled, stomping to the back of the room. He yanked Honda from his seat, dragging him to the middle of the aisle. He then tied Honda to a seat and grabbed Otogi's ear.

"Owowowowow!"

"BEHOLD! A HONDAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Yami bellowed.

Otogi gasped and began shrieking like a teenage girl. "A Honda, oh Kami-sama, it's a Honda!" Otogi fell to his knees at Honda's side, and immediately began petting him like a favorite pet. "Goooooood Honda…"

"Proceed," Yami said, turning his gaze to Bakura and the sweat-dropping Ryou.

Bakura nodded and the two continued to the front of the room. "Hey…" Bakura began thoughtfully, "Does this place even allow gay marriages?"

"I honestly don't think anyone would guess we were gay," Ryou whispered into Bakura's ear. "I mean, I look very effeminate at the moment…"

"Oh, O.K.! Well I guess we're here, eh?" Bakura said, finally letting go of Ryou's arm.

Ryou grinned. "Mou, itooshi…"

"Ahem!" the person who marries people said, breaking up the BxR fluffy moment. Person Who Marries People had just dropped about a million points in popularity, by the way.

"Well, err… who has the rings? Yes, you with the unnaturally long hair for a male! Hurry up!"

Mokuba skipped up the stairs, flashing the two a smile as he gave the rings. He then jumped back to his place next to Noa, who he nudged annoyingly in the ribs.

"Right! Now, you! The taller one… do you take… your twin-type person to be your spouse-type person!"

"Yesh!" Bakura yelled happily, flashing the peace sign.

"All right, shorter one! Erm… same question as before!"

"Hai!" Ryou said, blushing.

"Yeah, yeah… put the rings on and then kiss each other…"

"Yay!" Bakura yelled happily as he slipped the ring onto Ryou's finger, pressing a soft kiss to Ryou's lips.

(Collective `Awwwwwwww' from audience.)

Ryou blushed crimson, slipping the ring onto Bakura's finger and standing on tiptoe to kiss Bakura's cheek.

(More `Awwwwwwww's from audience.)

"Yay! I'm married to Ryou!" Bakura yelled, tossing confetti into the air. Balloons dropped from the ceiling as he began a happy dance. "Gwa ha ha! And not even Seto Kaiba can take Ryou-koibito away from me now!" Bakura grinned triumphantly.

"Wow…" Yuugi murmured, staring at the dancing Bakura.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Yami cackled, rabidly snapping pictures of the dancing chef.

"Hondaaaaaaaaa-kun…" Otogi whispered into the boy's ear in what was probably meant to be a seductive manner.

Honda whimpered, attempting to untie himself from the chair. After a few minutes of trying, he managed to free himself, and took off like a shot. The door banged shut after Honda.

Otogi stared at the door, tears in his eyes. "DOUSHITE, HONDA? DOUSHITEEEEEEEE?" He raced after Honda.

"Hmm… I suppose that means it's time for reception…" Yuugi murmured.

"All right! Any toasts for the lovely couple?"

Otogi raised his hand, wine glass shaking between his fingers. "Well, err… be happy together forever!" Several people clapped before he was able to continue. "And… err… If you love it, lube it!"

Ryou and Bakura were sitting on a hotel bed, going through their numerous wedding presents. "Yay! A toaster!" Bakura said tonelessly, before tossing it onto a pile of about a hundred other toasters.

"Well, this one's a spatula…" Ryou said. "And some stress pills… and… eek! Yaoi doujinshi of us!" The book fell from Ryou's trembling hands, landing with a thump on the floor.

Ryou blushed, picking up another parcel as Bakura nudged the yaoi doujin with his foot so that it slid under the bed. "Hey… plushies!" Ryou huggled the Dorobo-Baku plushie to his chest, squealing. "It's sooo cute! It's sooo cute!"

"Look, Ryou, it's a plushie of you!" Bakura said, staring at it with interest. "Of course, I really don't have to settle for just a plushie anymore, do I?" He asked, smirking as he pulled Ryou to his chest.

"Well, you're prettier than Dorobo Bakura any day…"

"Of course I am, silly…" Bakura purred. "You know, I really like this dress… but I'd like it even more if it was crumpled on the floor…"

"AHHHHHH!" a random FCC official screamed. "MUST CENSOR, MUST CENSOR!"

The screen goes black.

A few moments later, Otogi appears on screen, cradling a struggling Honda to his chest.

"POTHOLES!" Otogi bellows.

AN: Yay! Erm… I suppose that wasn't the greatest ending, ne? Oh well. I'm assuming you people won't stop worshipping me because of a little thing like that… I could be wrong, though. Mou.

Well, it's been great writing this fic! I hope all of you will continue to brighten my day with your reviews! *grin*

Ja!

6-01-04