[fic] Theme 047 "Purse", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Yami/Yuugi; G}
Happy birthday Crys-onee-chan! I hope your birthday was super special awesome and all things joyous, despite the numerous let-downs earlier this year. Although it’s not New Years, it’s a new start as your - (age is muffled) - year.
Also to Otogi Ryuuji, our beloved Dice-boy.
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 047.
Genre: Humour
Rating: G
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi-ish
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: Protests or not, he’ll have to do it.
Disclaimer: Haha, you’re funny; no, Yuugiou is indeed Takahashi-san’s property.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Sort of an extension from themes 019 - strawberries and 027 - nail polish, except they’re not in the form of muses.
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He was not amused or impressed, contrary to what everyone else said and complimented. It did not help, of course, that his other self was grinning at him in that all-too-knowing way. He scowled.
“This is an outrage, I say.”
“It’s not so bad. I think it goes very well with you.”
“But aibou-”
“Oh come on, it’s just for one night.”
“But still! I do not feel dignified at all wearing this. And Pharaohs are supposed to have dignity and pride!”
Yuugi rolled his eyes. “You’re an ex-Pharaoh now, so give that argument up. And it wasn’t my decision alone; you won the majority of votes so naturally you would end up with this role. Don’t argue with democracy.”
“I never asked for it though.”
“What do you mean you didn’t ask for it? Look at you.”
“...Yes, I am masculine, thank you.”
“All the more reason to give you the opposite character. Look, this is supposed to be for fun, now stop being an insufferable, stuffy, Grinch-y ex-Pharaoh and just play your part. I swear, you’re sounding more and more like Kaiba-kun if you carry on like this.”
“I do not, aibou. Do not compare me with that egotistical, self-centred CEO who does not have time for anything else except for his company and maybe his little brother.” To this, Yuugi rolled his eyes. Why did this sound so familiar all of a sudden? His action was blatantly ignored, for the other continued, “Despite being supposedly a funny play, I do not like the fact that we are doing it at my expense.”
Yuugi just gave another sigh. Sometimes his other self was so stubborn when it came to his appearances. But honestly, he liked him in a woman’s get-up! It certainly made him feel better about his own already effeminate features. Let someone else suffer with him, why not? The world could only be fair that way.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 321
Authoress Notes: And I wholeheartedly agree with Yuugi on that last line. That will probably be my dying message because, oh look, Tornado Yami is heading this way with his forehead shining. Oops!