[fic] Theme 068 "Soup" {Yuugiou: Yami/Yuugi; PG-14}
And thus, this will be the last update - at least for the Yuugiou fandom - for 2009. Why am I still only about two-thirds through this challenge, I should be well-advanced into the seventies. D:
I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday so far!
Genre: General
Rating: PG-14
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi, although an oblivious Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: Yuugi knew something strange was going to happen, but he just couldn’t place his finger on it.
Disclaimer: As tempting the idea is, no, I don’t own Yuugiou.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings/Notes: You must be aware of the myth that ‘if you sneeze, someone’s talking about you’. Also, you must have your mind in your gutter to fully understand this. XD
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There was going to be something really strange happening today.
Yuugi knew it in his bones when he woke up that morning.
All through school, he’d been sneezing - oddly, for a couple of times at once, then he wouldn’t until an hour later. The cycle continued; he was seriously starting to wonder if he was allergic to something in the school, or just something about the classroom, but this problem never existed until now. Anzu insisted on taking him to the Nurse’s Office during lunch, but to all of their bewilderment he did not even seem like he caught the common cold, nor was he diagnosed to be allergic to any of the plants on the school grounds.
When he got home, his grandfather asked him if he was feeling okay. Yuugi gave him a funny look, wondering why he asked, but he answered he was fine, maybe sneezing too much, but nothing else. Sugoroku offered to make him some chicken soup to help calm down and maybe chase away the not-yet-manifested virus, and Yuugi was thankful that he would have something delicious to look forward to while doing homework.
And when he greeted mou hitori no Yuugi, who appeared in spirit form in the safety of his room, he didn’t notice the hungry look on his other self’s face, nor the twitch of the other’s fingers as he removed his school jacket, nor the eyes that followed his every movement.
He knew there was something really odd happening, but he just couldn’t place his finger on it, and it irritated him.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 261
Authoress Notes: (groans) Oh my God, what the hell did I just write?
Please tell me you get this, I don’t want to explain this. xD However, if you don’t...I’ll either reply via the review you give or explain in the next theme (if the majority doesn’t get it).
I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday so far!
Genre: General
Rating: PG-14
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi, although an oblivious Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: Yuugi knew something strange was going to happen, but he just couldn’t place his finger on it.
Disclaimer: As tempting the idea is, no, I don’t own Yuugiou.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings/Notes: You must be aware of the myth that ‘if you sneeze, someone’s talking about you’. Also, you must have your mind in your gutter to fully understand this. XD
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There was going to be something really strange happening today.
Yuugi knew it in his bones when he woke up that morning.
All through school, he’d been sneezing - oddly, for a couple of times at once, then he wouldn’t until an hour later. The cycle continued; he was seriously starting to wonder if he was allergic to something in the school, or just something about the classroom, but this problem never existed until now. Anzu insisted on taking him to the Nurse’s Office during lunch, but to all of their bewilderment he did not even seem like he caught the common cold, nor was he diagnosed to be allergic to any of the plants on the school grounds.
When he got home, his grandfather asked him if he was feeling okay. Yuugi gave him a funny look, wondering why he asked, but he answered he was fine, maybe sneezing too much, but nothing else. Sugoroku offered to make him some chicken soup to help calm down and maybe chase away the not-yet-manifested virus, and Yuugi was thankful that he would have something delicious to look forward to while doing homework.
And when he greeted mou hitori no Yuugi, who appeared in spirit form in the safety of his room, he didn’t notice the hungry look on his other self’s face, nor the twitch of the other’s fingers as he removed his school jacket, nor the eyes that followed his every movement.
He knew there was something really odd happening, but he just couldn’t place his finger on it, and it irritated him.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 261
Authoress Notes: (groans) Oh my God, what the hell did I just write?
Please tell me you get this, I don’t want to explain this. xD However, if you don’t...I’ll either reply via the review you give or explain in the next theme (if the majority doesn’t get it).