This is the "vague smirk and a chuckle" ending.

Japanese:

iie- no

yadonushi- host; landlord

I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!.

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"Hmm... Age, name, date of birth...ah! Do you have a history of family illness?"

Ryou shook his head.

"Piercings?"

No.

"Tattoos?"

No.

"Sexually transmitted diseases?"

Ryou turned a rather violent shade of pink.

The doctor laughed. "Sorry, standard procedure. I'm afraid you have to answer."

"I—I'm a virgin."

A nod. "Alright. Do you smoke, drink, or do drugs?"

The boy raised an eyebrow. "Do you actually trust people to answer these questions truthfully?"

With another laugh, Dr. Buchanan shook her head. "No, but I can normally tell when they're lying. You aren't hiding something, are you, Mr. Bakura?" The glint in her eye belied the attempt to hide her grin. Ryou laughed himself, beginning to relax a bit.

"Iie. I do not smoke, I have no desire to try drugs, and I've barely had a glass of champagne in my entire life."

The woman nodded again. "Have you had any recent illnesses, or do you or have you had any blood diseases or cancer?"

Again he shook his head. "No, ma'am."

"Alright. One last question, and then I think you're ready." Ryou quirked an eyebrow. "Do you have anything—I mean anything, Mr. Bakura—that can be transmitted by blood?"

Ryou blinked. Opened his mouth to answer—and stopped as a memory slithered into his mind.

"We are one, yadonushi. Your blood is my blood, and my blood is yours. Nothing can separate us, you see—our blood is what connects us."

"Mr. Bakura?"

Ryou looked up, sighed, and slipped off the table. "I'm sorry for wasting your time, Dr. Buchanan." And shrugging his trenchcoat over his shoulders, he walked out the door, leaving the doctor open-mouthed and dumbfounded behind him.

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XD -laughs- Poor Ryou. Guy can't catch a break.

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