[fic] Theme 063 "Sweet", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Yami/Yuugi; PG}
University conspires against students. That is all.
And I hate bell-ringers, for the record.
This week has been ultra-crappy, and on top of that my immune system is battling a brewing cold inside me. There’s no time to recuperate, what gives. D:
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 063.
Genre: Humour/Romance
Rating: PG
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: Test revision periods make everyone act differently.
Disclaimer: (head/desk) I lost the contract that gave me the copyrights. So as far as I know Takahashi-san’s still the owner.
Spoilers: Yami’s real name.
Warnings: OOC-ness.
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“Argh, I’m never going to remember all of this!” Yuugi threw his arms up into the air, frustrated. “And mou hitori no boku, no. I have to study. This final exam is worth forty percent of my total grade, and if I flunk this because you can’t keep your hands to yourself, then you’re the one who’s going to be answering to Jii-chan. And that includes sleeping in your own room. Alone.”
Said person withdrew sulkily, hands hanging limp on his sides, face in a poor attempt at a pout. “But aibou, I can help-”
“The last time you said that, I ended up getting a seventy. That’s not good enough. So whatever ideas you have about ‘helping me’, you can forget about them.”
“Are you sure?”
“...why don’t you make yourself useful and make me a cup of coffee?”
“Okay!” Yami chirped. Yuugi groaned. This couldn’t possibly turn out well.
He turned back to his textbooks, diagrams and text swimming in front of him. Groaning once more, he dragged his notebook over to cover the boring, font-eight text, and continued memorizing his own handwriting.
“Coffee!” Yami trilled, waltzing into the room and nearly tripping over stray stationery on the carpet. “And candy and chocolate to go along with your all-nighter.”
Yuugi looked at Yami suspiciously. His behaviour was starting to unnerve him. “You haven’t done anything to it, have you?”
Yami blinked, eyes wide. “Aibou, why would I do that?”
He chose not to answer the rhetorical question. “Thank you, mou hitori no boku.” He went back to studying, glad for the extra caffeine coursing through his system.
The silence was continuous, only punctuated by pages being flipped as notes were compared and double-checked, and Yuugi was happy Yami wasn’t pulling any strings.
But of course, he just had to speak too soon.
“Atemu,” he snarled, completely on instinct and out of character, as he felt something moving the air next to his waist. “I already told you, you aren’t getting any tonight. Now I’ve changed my mind,” at this Yami looked helpful, although Yuugi couldn’t see. “You aren’t getting any for the rest of the week.”
Yami paled and back-pedalled out of the room, taking his other self seriously this time, wondering what he did wrong. Why did giving Yuugi extra sugar and make-him-hyper things turn him sour instead of sweet?
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 394
Authoress Notes: Eh, okay, corny humour, I know.