[fic] Theme 066 "Alcohol", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Yami/Yuugi; PG-14}
Happy birthday, alisiemoe - yesterday, that is. ;P
Last day of university for me; although the rest of this week is Reading Week before the Two Weeks of Exams of Doom begin, there’s no rest as there’s still a lab report to be written. (sobs)
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 066.
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG-14
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: Lesson to be learned: alcohol tolerance does not extend for three millennia, no matter how much you want to believe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yuugiou or the companies that produce alcohol.
Spoilers: Post-series, where Yami does NOT leave for the Afterworld, and he in fact has a real body and his real name, but Yuugi still likes to call him ‘mou hitori no boku’.
Warnings/Notes: Drunk!Yami, half inspired by theme 012 cocktail weiners, because Yami could be potentially drunk, and that’s always amusing, no?
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“Jii-chan, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, Yami’s only been in this body for twenty hours... He might not be adjusted to body functions yet.”
His grandfather was about to reply but someone beat him to it.
“Nonsense, we had a lot of feasts when I was Pharaoh, and we drank this all the time-”
“But mou hitori no boku, that was three thousand years ago...”
He waved his hand dismissively. “That makes absolutely no difference.”
“Jii-chan, I told you this was a bad idea!” Yuugi shouted, ducking to avoid a swing that threatened to hit his face.
Sugoroku, crouching under the table and holding a fork at the ready, retaliated loudly, “You’re supposed to keep your yami in check!”
“This wouldn’t have happened if you kept the bottle safe and out of reach!”
“I did! I have no idea how he got the key, and knew where the bottle was in the first place!”
“...This is still your fault!”
“It is not.” Sugoroku snarled uncharacteristically, his patience reaching its limit. “Young man, I want you to keep Atemu in your room. If he’s going to keep destroying things-” he broke off his sentence with a wince as he heard a shrill clattering of fine china on hardwood flooring, “then I’d rather he breaks the stuff in your room.”
“That’s so unfair-”
“Yuugi.” His voice left no room for further argument.
“Yes, Jii-chan,” he grumbled, crawling cautiously out from under the dining room table, wary of any unexpected and unwarranted movements. “Mou hitori no boku,” he called hesitantly, straightening up fully.
“Aibou!” A rather high-pitched voice squeaked from the kitchen, backed up by the sound of more pots meeting the metal sink as Yami went past them.
“...Let’s go upstairs, okay?”
Yuugi didn’t get a verbal response, but he didn’t need one; the sight of his tipsy yami bouncing up the stairs with an empty wine glass tipping precariously in his hand was enough of an answer. He looked back at his grandfather despairingly, but Sugoroku only stared sternly. He sighed and began to drag himself up the stairs, not looking forward to the chaotic mess he was sure he would have to clean up afterwards.
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“Nnn, my head,” Yami groaned, rolling over on his side and snuggling closer to the pleasantly soft source of heat. It shifted, and he grunted, too tired to open his eyes or move any more.
“Mou hitori no boku?” His personal heater seemed to say. But that was impossible, inanimate objects couldn’t speak-
It repeated itself, making Yami furrow his brows and bury even deeper into the soft material. “Mnn, don’t disturb me, need sleep...”
It moved again, and this time Yami made the effort to squint at the distracting action. “Nn...wha, aibou?”
“Yes, mou hitori no boku, I’ve been trying to get you to wake up for the past five minutes.”
“Well, stop trying, I want to go back to bed.”
“Oh no you don’t! You’re going to get up now and help me clean up the mess you made yesterday.”
“What mess?” He muttered, clamping the pillow around his head so his ears were covered.
Yuugi yanked it away. “Jii-chan’s going to have a fit if the broken pieces of china aren’t disposed of properly before he wakes up, and I will too if you don’t get up right now.”
“Fine, fine...” Yami pushed himself up slowly, a sudden banging from inside his head stopping any further progress. “Oww, that hurt...”
“From what you did yesterday, I’m not surprised.”
“...What happened?”
“You don’t remember?”
Yami shook his head, quickly stopping as it only increased the thumping symphony in his head. “All I remember is this really sweet flavour scorching down my throat, then bubbling inside me, then...that was it.”
“Huh... well, we’re never going to do this again. Forget about the taste, forget you like it, because there’s no way I’m ever letting you near alcohol again.”
“But-”
“Move it, mou hitori no boku.”
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 671
Authoress Notes: For the record, mixing lychee-flavoured liquor with ginger ale DOES taste really good. It has a champagne colour. The liquor is 24% alcohol so my parents didn’t let me drink THAT much.
...I am by no means encouraging you to drink alcohol, but I DO encourage feedback! (grin)
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