Alright, I was reading this story where Bakura used Ryou's shampoo and I wondered what the rest of the gang would think when Bakura showed up smelling all fruity. That and I had been on a sugar high and Logo is a very addictive writer.
I find it absolutely necessary for you to know that I might have done this horribly AND that I might continue it.
And I do not know what Ryou's actual shampoo smells likes so that part is also made up.
Oh, and I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters.
Bakura twitched his nose. H scrunched his eyes. Then he rolled over.
"Aahhhhh!" Bakura scowled. How the hell did I get on the floor? Oh, yeah, I fell. Shit, I never clean my floor. What's under my back? A shoe? Shirt? Pants? Rock? Ra-dam it, I have to get up now.
Growling and grumbling, Bakura got to his feet and stumbled out of his bedroom. Some how, he made it down the stairs and into the kitchen (stumbling over his own feet a good twenty times).
Ryou was already in there, dressed and eating his filling breakfast of cold cereal. He looked up when Bakura entered and gave him one of his warmest smiles. Bakura "humfed" and sat down in front of the plate of bacon set out for him, across form his Hikari.
"Um, B-Bakura-kun," stammered Ryou unsurely. He looked at the light through one bleary eye. What was with him? Damn, I think there might be two of him. Funny, they're attached by the waist and elbow.
"Yugi-kun called while you were asleep. He asked if we could come over this afternoon for a movie and a sleep over. I told him we would be there." Ryou said this all in a rush, trying to get it all out in one breathe. When he finished, Ryou looked at the sleepy Bakura expectantly.
Bakura groaned inwardly. Damn, it's just too early in the morning to be dealing with this! Even if it is 11:43 am on a Saturday. Crap. Ryou was giving him the puppy dog eyes.He must have been frowning.
With a heavy sigh, he said, "Fine, but if the pharaoh starts to fuck his whelp in front of me, I'm going to hit him and leave."
Ryou burst into a smile. "Thank you Bakura! I'm going to get out things together. You should take a shower." With that, the Hikari leapt to his feet and rushed to clean his and Bakura's bowl.
Groaning, out loud this time, Bakura rubbed his temples and trudged upstairs. It was pointless to raise an argument when he could barely see the stairs beneath his feet.
Grumbling incoherent words, Bakura entered the bathroom. He peeled off his clothes and started the shower. Bakura hissed slightly from the ice cold water that hit his face and body full on. Determined, even in his clouded morning state, not to be weak, he kept it like that for a few minutes while using the soap.
But let's face it. No one could stand the cold that early in the morning. Not even Bakura could do that. So he tuned on the hot water as well.
Now very disoriented and not having washed his hair yet, Bakura fumbled for his shampoo. Grabbing one of the bottles, Bakura lathered its contents into his hair and rinsed it out. He vaguely noted that it smelled different, but set it aside as something the hot and cold water was doing to his hazy mind.
Once he was done, he turned off the water and dried off with one of the towels sitting on the toilet. With the towel wrapped around his waist, Bakura went into his room and shut the door.
While he was dressing in his room, he smelled it. That fruit smell, the one that Ryou always seemed to smell like. Crap.
He had used Ryou's shampoo by mistake. If he could have hit his forehead, he would have. Unfortunately, the tee shirt he had half way on didn't allow that. He settled for cursing loudly.
He was so not going out in public smelling like fruit. No way in Hell was he going to commit social suicide. He just wouldn't go out in public. That's it; he just wouldn't leave the apartment. If Ryou laughed (Bakura knew he would) all he would have to do was threaten him. See? Simple.
He came down stairs, confident that his plan would work. That lasted about ten seconds when he saw Ryou already down there with their bags packed (they only being there one night, they could fit all their things in one bag).
'Crap,' he thought. Ryou was grinning from ear to ear, holding the bag at his side, waiting at the door. That meant they were leaving now. Shit.
"Come on, Bakura, we don't want to be late!" called Ryou in his cheery voice. Damn, could that kid get any cuter? Honestly, he could have been mistaken for a five-year-old. Wait, did I just say cute? NO, I did NOT mean that. No, it was just my clouded mind. Yes, that was it. Nothing else.
"I'm not going," Bakura said, crossing his arms. Ryou gazed at him quizzically.
"Did you use my shampoo?" Bakura mentally cursed. Now how was he supposed to stay home? Oh yeah, he wasn't.
Bakura snorted. "I'm not going," he repeated.
Ryou could barely contain the giggles threatening to overwhelm him, instead covering his mouth in mock shock.
"Bakura, I can't believe it! I never thought you liked my shampoo that much!" he cried, his eyes wide and a huge grin plastered on his face.
"I do NOT like your shampoo! It was an accident! I don't like it!" Bakura shouted. He was in no way attracted to his baka Hikari's shampoo. No matter how good it smelled on Ryou. Crap, he did it again. He really needed to stop doing that.
Ryou let out a giggle and managed a "Come on, no one will notice" before shoving a complaining Bakura out the door.
Today was going to be sooo much fun. . . .
Ok, I might continue, but I have this other thing going. I might discontinue the other one, but I don't know yet.
Read it and tell me if I should continue both of these!
Oh, and the last sentence. Who said it, you ask? THAT is for you to decide.