Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fashion Sense ❯ Fashion Sense ( Chapter 1 )

Fashion Sense

by Viridian Magpie

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh

 

AN: three drabbles inspired by comment I read about how Bakura and Kurama (YuYu Hakusho) have such a horrible fashion sense. Since YYH was drawn in the eighties Kurama's clothes are excusable. However, Ryo Bakura must have his reasons, as well, I thought. So here they are. (Warning the last one is a parody).

 

 

 

Comfort

 

Yugi watches Ryo picking his way through the racks. The two of them shopping together - it's a rare event. Ryo stops and contemplates a pile of sweaters. Of course, Yugi thinks, he's chosen the ones that look the most comfortable and homely. He must have made a noise for the white-haired boy turns, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

 

“I know,” he says. “It's just one of my last memories of her.”

 

Yugi's face must show his confusion for Ryo elaborates.

 

“Of my mum. The day before she died she bought me some clothes. She liked the comfy things.”

 

 

 

Difference

 

Yugi watches Ryo picking his way through the racks. The two of them shopping together - it's a rare event. Ryo stops and contemplates a pile of sweaters. Of course, Yugi thinks, he's chosen the ones that look the most innocent and boring. He shakes his head sighing. The white-haired boy must have heard for he turns, an haunted look on his face.

 

“It sets us apart,” he says, clearly expecting his friend to understand. Yugi doesn't. It must have shown on his face for Ryo decides to elaborate.

 

“The thief and me, I mean. My other half hates my style.”

 

 

 

Tactics

 

Yugi watches Ryo picking his way through the racks. The two of them shopping together - it's a rare event. Ryo stops and contemplates a pile of sweaters. Of course, Yugi thinks, he's chosen the ones that look the most unappealing and ugly. He snorts prompting the white-haired boy to turn. A sardonic smirk graces his lips.

 

“It's the only thing that works,” he says, then pulls a face. “At least a little bit.”

 

Yugi stares at him, confused beyond words.

 

“Against the girls. If I were to wear stylish clothes, I would have to beat them off with a stick.”