Blue Exorcist Crack

M B B D

"I'm sorry to tell you this...but you have a rare case of MBBD," the doctor stated, giving Yukio a sorrowful and pitying look.

Yukio's ears perk up as he listens to what the doctor has to say about his (apparently) very severe condition. The news seemed bad, since he hardly had a clue on what MBBD was, but luckily he was currently being informed about this problem of his.

"Listen carefully, you need to take one of these prescribed pills every eight hours, okay?" She shook a bottle of the medicine whilst handing it to Yukio, writing down a note afterwards.

"I'll need to see you three more times this month to check your stability, health and of course; give you your prescription."

Yukio gratefully accepted the small container, aware that this might be the only thing keeping his well-being together.

"Now...I wouldn't lie to a patient, ever, but...are you sure you want to know the affects of MBBD? I'd understand if you want me to sugarcoat it a little...because the disorder you have is quite shocking," The doctor glanced concernedly at the young male, taking his mental health into consideration as well.

"I'm certain, I want to know the full extent of my issue, so I can be prepared if anything were to go wrong with my treatment," all Yukio could muster was a small smile, only thinking about the bad side effects of MBBD.

She nodded, handing Yukio one last essential before opening her mouth and spilling the knowledge she had of his condition out into the open, for him and anyone who's reading this to know of.

"Mad Bad Bitch Disease," the doctor blinked, almost flinching, as she knew what was to come next. Something she was afraid of happening.

Yukio abruptly stood up, putting on what the doctor gave him only a while before.

A pair of sunglasses.

He then sat down, cross-legged, as he spun out of the room on one of those spin chairs; laughing and sassily flipping his hair the whole way out of the hospital.

He continued to do this even as he was out in the open, spinning across the road, adjusting his sunglasses every minute and giggling maniacally.

Whilst he was being a bad bitch on a busy road, Yukihoe had no sense of the truck that was about to hit him.

Splat

No more laughter ensued, because Yukio had crushed basically every bone in his mad bad bitch of a body, and rendered him unable to move or speak.

I guess the lesson this story teaches us, is to not be one hell of a mad bad bitch...

RIP Yukio. Death caused by both a truck and his MBBD.

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Hmm, why do I only ever get inspired to write when it 5 in the freaking morning?