Bwahahaha. I am evil, and it rocks. X3

Random idea SailorArctic and I got at the Bloodmobile assembly back in March. Basically the dude was explaining all the reasons you couldn't give blood... And we just thought, "Who the hell would admit this crap? 'Oh yes, I'm a prostitute, I shoot steroids, snort cocaine, have syphilis, carved this tattoo in myself, and oh yes I pierced my cartilage with a safety pin last night. XD'"

I mean, wtf?

And of course, if the brunt of our jokes isn't little Yugi, it's poor Ryou.

The "M" rating is for the violent-ish ending. I don't want to offend some whiny little kid.

I'm in no way associated with Yu-Gi-Oh!. I don't have anything of value to sue for, except some video game consoles and a dozen or so manga.



Well, here we are...

Ryou looked up nervously at the building looming up before him, and gulped. This was it. No turning back now.

Oh, sure there was, there was always a chance to go back, said a little voice in the back of his head. For once it wasn't the voice he usually heard, yet that didn't mean it didn't sound sinister and eager and as though it were hissing in his ear. Still, it was making a bit of sense, why be here if he didn't have to...?

Because I want to. With that, he took a deep breath and went inside.

"Hello, sir," a friendly voice greeted. "May I help you with something?"

"I..." Ryou began in a small voice. "I'm here to make a donation."

The woman behind the desk smiled and pointed down the hall to Ryou's left. "Fourth door past the elevator, sir. H-13."

Ryou gave a bow in thanks and found his way to the room the woman had indicated. (H-13, Blood Donations.)

The boy paused outside the door, his heart thumping uneasily in his chest. Ryou hated needles. Normally the boy wouldn't let the word 'hate' even flutter through his mind, but needles were one thing he feared enough to hate with a passion. Still though, he was going to go through with this. He had to.

I won't let it happen again. It shouldn't have had to the first time... The boy quickly blinked back a tear. His mother and sister had died years before in a car accident. Well, his mother had died in the accident...

They should have let me give her blood. Why didn't they let me give her blood? That's why his sister had died; she'd been rushed to the hospital in critical condition... But there had been no matches to her blood type in the hospital. None. It had been a busy night, they'd said... And their father wasn't there. As she'd lain dying, Ryou had begged the doctors to let him help her, but no, he was too young, much too young...

I can't help her anymore. But maybe I can help somebody else. With that, he opened the door and stepped inside.

The doctor inside looked up at the sound of the knob, just as an extremely pale girl ambled past Ryou and into the hall, eyes unfocused as she passed. Ryou gulped.

But the doctor smiled brightly at him, indicated that he have a seat on the examination table. "Hello, young sir. First time giving blood?" Ryou nodded, slipping his jacket off and laying it aside.

"Yes, ma'am. I only turned eighteen just yesterday."

The doctor blinked in surprise. "Well, I must say, that's quite impressive. Many people your age are too frightened to come in so soon—you're a very brave young man, Mr. ...?"

"Bakura," the boy said, flushing pink at the unwanted praise. "Ryou Bakura."

"Right, Mr. Bakura. My name is Dr. Buchanan, and I'm going to have to ask you a few questions." She pulled out a clipboard, raised an eyebrow in query. Ryou nodded, swinging his legs a bit.


Hmm, fun times, ne? There are three alternate endings to this story! Heh heh...

For the "Vague smirk and a chuckle" ending, see "End 1."

For the "point and laugh" ending, see "End 2."

And for the "DEAR KAMI-SAMA HEAD FOR THE FREAKING HILLS" ending, see "End 3."