[YGO Fic] Chibi For A Day - Part Twenty Seven
※ Part Twenty Seven: Art Class
※ Warnings - None - just remember that this is the unrevised version.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
Ryou sighed to himself as he waited outside Yugi’s classroom. His shop class hadn’t gone too well, since well, he had 1. Gotten detention because he hadn’t had a family member with him, 2. Gotten yelled at by the teacher because he hadn’t been paying attention most of the class (which was why he’d been 3. kicked out of class and was now in the hallway). His mind (and heart) was just too busy thinking about other important matters.
Like what trouble his yami was getting into. Or in better terms, what trouble had found his yami.
And from all the noise coming from the classroom beside him, he knew that somehow, he’d owe Yugi a lot. After another minute, the bell rang and the door to the cooking class opened. Ryou looked at the opened door, just in time to see a large cloud of white smoke filter out into the hall. It was followed by people that were covered in white dust. Confused, Ryou waited until he spotted a boy around his age carrying a small child with familiar spiked hair.
“What happened?” He asked as he stood next to Yugi and Yami. “Did the roof cave in?”
Yugi giggled as he shook the white dust out of his hair, “No, it’s just flour. Yami decided to give us all an early Christmas.” He explained.
Tea suddenly came over in a huff. “Yami, I know that somehow that brat influenced you into making a fool of yourself so I’m going to forgive you.” She smiled and batted her eyelashes at the former pharaoh.
Ryou raised an eyebrow while Yugi rolled his eyes.
Before Yami could do anything though, Yami Bakura took a small breath causing some of the flour around his tiny nose to enter his body and before he could stop the tickling, a sneeze erupted, right onto Tea. Seeing what had happened, Yami Bakura’s eyes went wide and he covered his mouth with his hand.
Everyone had gone silent, awaiting Tea’s reaction to the sneeze. She opened her eyes and glared at the tiny boy only to receive a glare back from the chibi’s lighter half. “Hmph.” Tea growled and stormed away to her next class, leaving a trail of powder footprints.
Seeing Ryou for the first time, a grin spread across Yami Bakura’s face. “Wyou! Wyou!” He held out his arms. Ryou took the flour-coated child from Yami, who seemed to hesitate in handing him over (though only Yugi seemed to notice this). “’Ugi maked cookies and they was good! And, and ‘Ami spiwwed da fwoua’ aww ovea’ and evewyone got diwty! And, and ‘Ugi pwomised to make cookies when we go home, but onwy if someone keeps ‘Ami out of the kitchen! You can, wight Wyou? Oh! And, and…Wyou? Why awe you waughing at me?”
“No reason Kura.” Ryou smiled as he ignored the flour that was now all over him from the excited chibi. “I think we’d better go clean up before going to class.” He said, then looked at his friends. “We aren’t the only ones either.”
Yami looked down at himself, “Oh, I don’t know. Don’t you think I look good covered in flour Yugi?” The pharaoh teased.
“Yami, you’d look good covered in whipped cream.” Yugi teased back, but Ryou wasn’t so sure he was actually teasing. “But our art teacher probably won’t agree, so let’s go!” He grinned and led the way to the boy’s bathroom.
After only minutes of cleaning, the group of boys was heading to the art room. The bell had rung minutes before, signaling them late, though Yugi knew that the explanation they were going to give would be acceptable.
Yugi was the one to knock on the door to the art room, the door opened and their teacher, who was actually a Canadian, stood there. She smiled, “Hello boys, come on in and introduce your family members to the class.” She said stepping back and letting them in, “And don’t worry, I was told about the cooking class incident.” She winked and closed the door.
“Thanks Ms. Johnson.” Ryou smiled politely as he and the other two stood in front of the large class. Yugi introduced Yami first and then Ryou introduced ‘Khalid’. With that, they sat down at their seats.
“Well,” Mrs. Johnson began, “Because of all the family members here, I’ve decided to make this a free day. You are free to do whatever you feel like, but make sure it’s safe, and has to do with art.” She said and left the class to their own devices as she went around to some of the parents to speak with them.
“So, what do you want to do Yami?” Yugi wondered.
“I don’t know. What do you want to do Ryou?” Yami asked.
Ryou looked down at the chibi in his arms. Yami Bakura saw him and then began to think as he glanced about the room. “Paint?” He wondered softly, not knowing if they were allowed to.
“Sounds good to me.” Yugi nodded as he got up and grabbed some of the paint canisters sitting on the counter behind them. Ryou left Yami Bakura with Yami and grabbed some of the blank white paper near the teacher’s desk and four paintbrushes from the drawer. By the time he got back, Yugi had grabbed every colour of paint (not every canister, just one of every colour) and a container of water so they could rinse their brushes.
“Yay!” Yami Bakura grinned as he was handed a paintbrush and paper was placed in front of him.
Ryou smiled as he sat the chibi on the large table so the boy could paint easier.
Yami Bakura went right to work while Ryou watched him.
Yami sighed as he saw the love in Ryou’s eyes. He wished Yugi would look at him like that. (Well, he had, but Yami just didn’t notice). He looked down at the blank piece of paper and an idea came to him.
Yugi on the other hand was having similar thoughts as he glanced at Yami from the corner of his eye. He knew that Ryou and Bakura were together, somewhat, and he figured that even Malik and Marik were together. He had always figured that his yami was the only sane and, to put it nicely…stable one.
So why hadn’t he made a move yet?
Sure, they had snuggled together at night, but Yami had been cuddled up to Ryou too. He could have just been a cuddler and didn’t care about Yugi at all. (Of course even though Yami Bakura had hinted at it, Yugi was too deep into his angsty feelings to remember this.)
They’d teased each other, but it hadn’t gone farther than that. Yugi sighed as he closed his eyes, the world was cruel.
“’Ami?” Yami Bakura’s voice broke Yugi from his heart wrenching thoughts and the small boy opened his eyes to see the even smaller boy hand Yami a piece of paper that he had just painted on.
On the page was a heart and then scribbles that was obviously in ancient Egyptian.
Yami looked at the painting and he read over the child’s sloppy script. He blinked to make sure he had read it right. In the heart it read ‘Yami + Yugi’. He looked at Yami Bakura then at Ryou, who he could see was trying to hide a grin. The lighter boy had obviously helped the chibi with the spelling.
“Awe you gonna get mawwied wike the Cewdic Gawden and-and the Dawk Mashision?”
Yugi looked up in shock as Yami’s jaw dropped. Ryou tried hard not to laugh, but it didn’t work very well. “Hmm, we seem to have run out of black paint…I’ll ah, go get some.” He left the table quickly.
Both Yami and Yugi watched him leave, then turned back to the inquiring brown eyes staring at the both of them.
“I think we’re a little young to get married Bakura.” Yugi finally said. His cheeks were hot, he could feel them.
“Oh.” Yami Bakura looked saddened, but then brightened, “What ‘bout when yous is oldew?” He wondered.
Who would have thought that Yami Bakura was a matchmaker? Yugi thought and was about to say something but Yami beat him to it.
“Perhaps.” Yami smiled, which caused Yugi to look at him in shock. With that, Yami pushed the paper he’d painted on in front of Yugi and Yugi looked down at it. On the page was a picture of the Millennium Puzzle, only the piece with the eye hadn’t been put in it’s place yet, but was leaning against the rest of the puzzle. Beside it in Hieroglyphics, it said something, but Yugi couldn’t read hieroglyphics.
“Yami?” Yugi asked questioningly.
But Yami shook his head, “One day aibou, you’ll find out.” The former pharaoh smiled again, and under the table Yugi felt him take his hand.
※ Warnings - None - just remember that this is the unrevised version.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
Ryou sighed to himself as he waited outside Yugi’s classroom. His shop class hadn’t gone too well, since well, he had 1. Gotten detention because he hadn’t had a family member with him, 2. Gotten yelled at by the teacher because he hadn’t been paying attention most of the class (which was why he’d been 3. kicked out of class and was now in the hallway). His mind (and heart) was just too busy thinking about other important matters.
Like what trouble his yami was getting into. Or in better terms, what trouble had found his yami.
And from all the noise coming from the classroom beside him, he knew that somehow, he’d owe Yugi a lot. After another minute, the bell rang and the door to the cooking class opened. Ryou looked at the opened door, just in time to see a large cloud of white smoke filter out into the hall. It was followed by people that were covered in white dust. Confused, Ryou waited until he spotted a boy around his age carrying a small child with familiar spiked hair.
“What happened?” He asked as he stood next to Yugi and Yami. “Did the roof cave in?”
Yugi giggled as he shook the white dust out of his hair, “No, it’s just flour. Yami decided to give us all an early Christmas.” He explained.
Tea suddenly came over in a huff. “Yami, I know that somehow that brat influenced you into making a fool of yourself so I’m going to forgive you.” She smiled and batted her eyelashes at the former pharaoh.
Ryou raised an eyebrow while Yugi rolled his eyes.
Before Yami could do anything though, Yami Bakura took a small breath causing some of the flour around his tiny nose to enter his body and before he could stop the tickling, a sneeze erupted, right onto Tea. Seeing what had happened, Yami Bakura’s eyes went wide and he covered his mouth with his hand.
Everyone had gone silent, awaiting Tea’s reaction to the sneeze. She opened her eyes and glared at the tiny boy only to receive a glare back from the chibi’s lighter half. “Hmph.” Tea growled and stormed away to her next class, leaving a trail of powder footprints.
Seeing Ryou for the first time, a grin spread across Yami Bakura’s face. “Wyou! Wyou!” He held out his arms. Ryou took the flour-coated child from Yami, who seemed to hesitate in handing him over (though only Yugi seemed to notice this). “’Ugi maked cookies and they was good! And, and ‘Ami spiwwed da fwoua’ aww ovea’ and evewyone got diwty! And, and ‘Ugi pwomised to make cookies when we go home, but onwy if someone keeps ‘Ami out of the kitchen! You can, wight Wyou? Oh! And, and…Wyou? Why awe you waughing at me?”
“No reason Kura.” Ryou smiled as he ignored the flour that was now all over him from the excited chibi. “I think we’d better go clean up before going to class.” He said, then looked at his friends. “We aren’t the only ones either.”
Yami looked down at himself, “Oh, I don’t know. Don’t you think I look good covered in flour Yugi?” The pharaoh teased.
“Yami, you’d look good covered in whipped cream.” Yugi teased back, but Ryou wasn’t so sure he was actually teasing. “But our art teacher probably won’t agree, so let’s go!” He grinned and led the way to the boy’s bathroom.
After only minutes of cleaning, the group of boys was heading to the art room. The bell had rung minutes before, signaling them late, though Yugi knew that the explanation they were going to give would be acceptable.
Yugi was the one to knock on the door to the art room, the door opened and their teacher, who was actually a Canadian, stood there. She smiled, “Hello boys, come on in and introduce your family members to the class.” She said stepping back and letting them in, “And don’t worry, I was told about the cooking class incident.” She winked and closed the door.
“Thanks Ms. Johnson.” Ryou smiled politely as he and the other two stood in front of the large class. Yugi introduced Yami first and then Ryou introduced ‘Khalid’. With that, they sat down at their seats.
“Well,” Mrs. Johnson began, “Because of all the family members here, I’ve decided to make this a free day. You are free to do whatever you feel like, but make sure it’s safe, and has to do with art.” She said and left the class to their own devices as she went around to some of the parents to speak with them.
“So, what do you want to do Yami?” Yugi wondered.
“I don’t know. What do you want to do Ryou?” Yami asked.
Ryou looked down at the chibi in his arms. Yami Bakura saw him and then began to think as he glanced about the room. “Paint?” He wondered softly, not knowing if they were allowed to.
“Sounds good to me.” Yugi nodded as he got up and grabbed some of the paint canisters sitting on the counter behind them. Ryou left Yami Bakura with Yami and grabbed some of the blank white paper near the teacher’s desk and four paintbrushes from the drawer. By the time he got back, Yugi had grabbed every colour of paint (not every canister, just one of every colour) and a container of water so they could rinse their brushes.
“Yay!” Yami Bakura grinned as he was handed a paintbrush and paper was placed in front of him.
Ryou smiled as he sat the chibi on the large table so the boy could paint easier.
Yami Bakura went right to work while Ryou watched him.
Yami sighed as he saw the love in Ryou’s eyes. He wished Yugi would look at him like that. (Well, he had, but Yami just didn’t notice). He looked down at the blank piece of paper and an idea came to him.
Yugi on the other hand was having similar thoughts as he glanced at Yami from the corner of his eye. He knew that Ryou and Bakura were together, somewhat, and he figured that even Malik and Marik were together. He had always figured that his yami was the only sane and, to put it nicely…stable one.
So why hadn’t he made a move yet?
Sure, they had snuggled together at night, but Yami had been cuddled up to Ryou too. He could have just been a cuddler and didn’t care about Yugi at all. (Of course even though Yami Bakura had hinted at it, Yugi was too deep into his angsty feelings to remember this.)
They’d teased each other, but it hadn’t gone farther than that. Yugi sighed as he closed his eyes, the world was cruel.
“’Ami?” Yami Bakura’s voice broke Yugi from his heart wrenching thoughts and the small boy opened his eyes to see the even smaller boy hand Yami a piece of paper that he had just painted on.
On the page was a heart and then scribbles that was obviously in ancient Egyptian.
Yami looked at the painting and he read over the child’s sloppy script. He blinked to make sure he had read it right. In the heart it read ‘Yami + Yugi’. He looked at Yami Bakura then at Ryou, who he could see was trying to hide a grin. The lighter boy had obviously helped the chibi with the spelling.
“Awe you gonna get mawwied wike the Cewdic Gawden and-and the Dawk Mashision?”
Yugi looked up in shock as Yami’s jaw dropped. Ryou tried hard not to laugh, but it didn’t work very well. “Hmm, we seem to have run out of black paint…I’ll ah, go get some.” He left the table quickly.
Both Yami and Yugi watched him leave, then turned back to the inquiring brown eyes staring at the both of them.
“I think we’re a little young to get married Bakura.” Yugi finally said. His cheeks were hot, he could feel them.
“Oh.” Yami Bakura looked saddened, but then brightened, “What ‘bout when yous is oldew?” He wondered.
Who would have thought that Yami Bakura was a matchmaker? Yugi thought and was about to say something but Yami beat him to it.
“Perhaps.” Yami smiled, which caused Yugi to look at him in shock. With that, Yami pushed the paper he’d painted on in front of Yugi and Yugi looked down at it. On the page was a picture of the Millennium Puzzle, only the piece with the eye hadn’t been put in it’s place yet, but was leaning against the rest of the puzzle. Beside it in Hieroglyphics, it said something, but Yugi couldn’t read hieroglyphics.
“Yami?” Yugi asked questioningly.
But Yami shook his head, “One day aibou, you’ll find out.” The former pharaoh smiled again, and under the table Yugi felt him take his hand.