Disclaimer: I don't own either Yu-Gi-Oh! GX nor B Gata H Kei. That's why you see me sulking and stuff.
Title: Blue Gata H Kei
Anime: Yu-Gi-Oh! GX + B Gata H Kei
Type: Romantic comedy.
Plot: AU. My dream: to have 100 sex partners at Academia. That dorky guy in the frilly shirt will be a good start… For a beauty like me, getting him into bed will be a cinch, right? Right?!
Pairings: Jun Manjoume x Johan Andersen (or Chazz Princeton x Jesse Anderson, if you like) as the main couple, but there'll be tons of shippings on the side. Crazy ones, sometimes.
Rating: M for swearing and naughty stuff (lots and lots and lots of it). There's a lot more lime than lemons, though there'll be lemons later on. You've been warned.
Warnings: Yaoi. Yaoi in all its glory and everywhere. Not like, not read. As simple as that.
Comments: I finally put myself to do this. This idea has been lurking in my mind for years. Though I'm not consistently making GX fanart/fanfiction anymore, this is something like a debt I had with myself. I finally decided to give it a shot. BH meets GX! I wanted to see how lovely BH would be if it was yaoi, not male-oriented ecchi, and with the gorgeous GX guys as main characters. Of course, it also means I had to remove all breast jokes and stuff, or change them accordingly. Anyway!
This style is a lot different than my usual writing, because I'm trying to imitate the fast pace of BH. I hope it works. I hope it's understandable, at least. Sometimes I'll be following the anime, sometimes the manga, sometimes none of either. It will be a loooooooooong fic, hopefully.
I originally thought of making this a Possesshipping fic, but I think Manjoume fits the Yamada role better than Hell Johan (while both of them are pervs, Yamada's a jerk, not a villain). In my not so humble opinion, Manjoume makes an outstanding Yamada. Johan as Kosuda less so (no matter what, nobody can say Johan's plain), so I played up the dorkiness factor so he feels more like Kosuda.
Okay, let's start! Writing goes like this:
"Talking"
'Thinking'
Manjoume's delusion
/? speaking/
Blue Gata H Kei
Chapter 1: Boy Meets Jerk
A shower of petals quietly fell from the cherry blossoms over the students, signaling the beginning of a new school year.
A gracile, youthful figure made its way to the school entrance. Everyone, students and teachers alike, turned at it, following its delicate footsteps with their sight.
Not paying particular attention to anyone, it pranced across the school front, its long blue coat swaying softly after it as it fixed a lock of its long, deep raven hair that the wind had gracefully moved out of its place.
"Whoah! What a handsome boy!" a student squealed.
"Is he a freshman?" a student at his side asked.
"He looks like a model!" a group of girls gasped.
What resounded in everyone's mind was the same question,
"This person…
WHO IS IT?"
/Do you know this person? His name is Manjoume. The ultimate beauty, Manjoume—and of course, he's beautiful under the clothes, too!/
Manjoume leaned contentedly against the back of the bathtub. Nothing less than a full bubble bath would cater to his fancy. He inhaled the luscious scent of it—like sandalwood and pine. Without any hurry, he slid the foam over his toned arms, and then rinsed himself.
"Perfect," he purred. "I smell great."
Slowly, he exited the bathtub, carefully drying himself with a towel. "Skin—excellent. Like silk."
He hurled the soaked towel at his side as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He smirked at the sight of his chiseled, tight naked body. "Smoking hot. Like always."
He admired himself in pure satisfaction for about a minute. His cute face, abundant hair, slender body but with broad chest and V-shaped back. Rarely, if ever, did he meet someone as attractive as him.
"Then," a black shade darkened his upper face, "why the hell can't I find a boyfriend?!"
/Eighteen years old and a virgin!
…Guess which is his main goal for this school year./
"When I become a Duel Academia student… when I become a Duel Academia student…" he suddenly looked up, stars in his eyes, "I'm gonna get myself a hundred lovers!"
The bathroom door opened quietly. "Brother, you can't even find a single boyfriend."
"Fubuki! Knock before entering, damn you!" a bottle of shampoo crashed against Fubuki's forehead.
"And you still wonder why."
Panting, Manjoume crossed the street, waving to the boy on the opposite lane.
"Haou! Sorry I'm late!"
The golden-eyed boy named Haou glared at him. "You're late! I have better things to do than wasting my time waiting for your sorry self."
"That's why I said sorry! You don't need to be such an asshole," Manjoume waved.
"You call me an asshole?" Haou's eyelids dropped slightly. "What are we gonna do, anyway?"
"To the cards store."
"You need to buy cards? So soon?"
"No, a new Duel Monsters card catalog."
"Why? The one from last year is still in force."
Manjoume blushed slightly, "Uh, no, it's that, you see… I drew over the cards with ero names… " Manjoume bit his lip at the remembrance of the innovative designs he had made from cards such as "Ojama Get Ride", "Big Bang Shot", "After the Struggle", "Bait Doll" and so many others, but he was especially wary of showing the vanguardist "Banner of Courage" legend he had written on it. Many other cards, like "Burstlady", had received the gift of his creativity as well, in a minor scale.
Haou's eyelids dropped half-mast. "What are you, a twelve-years-old?"
"Hey, what a pretty boy!" a voice to their side made them turn.
"Wanna hang out with us?"
"This always happens when I hang out with you, Manjoume… So, what will it be?" Haou asked.
Manjoume frowned as he stared at the two newcomers. They were rather good-looking, and their confidence… Manjoume was positive they were not virgins. A scene played in his head.
He was in a hotel with one of the guys.
"A virgin?" he smirked. "You're not such a boy magnet as I would have thought…"
Manjoume gulped and started to sweat cold as his imagination kept running.
"What? Really? You don't even know how to do that?"
"NO!" he screamed.
"You're way too picky, Manjoume," Haou said, as the boys walked away with broken hearts.
Manjoume arrogantly folded arms. "I have the right to choose a good man. But," his countenance turned sad, "I feel they'd all be good at sex… I wonder if I can get a hot virgin guy…"
"Cut it out, sex freak!" Haou growled. "Sex! Sex! Sex! Is that all you ever think about?!"
"…You don't understand my pain," Manjoume said, putting a cute and sad face.
Manjoume and Haou reached the card shop.
"Hey, look," Manjoume smiled. "That person is looking at card catalogs. He must have filled his with ero drawings, too."
"I don't think so," Haou sweatdropped.
The person looked at Manjoume, startled, blushed immensely, and the catalog he was holding slipped off his fingers. He tried catching it in midair, but he made it make a swirl in the air before it crashed on the floor.
Manjoume sweatdropped. 'What a dork… And look at the way he's dressing… If even I am struggling to get a boyfriend, imagine how much harder it must be for him…"
He walked to another side of the store, where he found the catalog he was looking for. It was in a high shelf, and he needed to climb a ladder to reach it. Even then, it was still high. Manjoume stood on the tip of his toes to reach it—but he slipped and fell. "Careful!" someone shouted before his body crashed against the floor.
"Ouch!" But he blinked. "It doesn't hurt?"
He looked around. He had fallen over the guy he'd seen earlier—whose face was covered by the catalog Manjoume wanted.
He delicately removed it.
"It hurts…" the guy moaned.
'My hero! He saved me,' Manjoume thought.
The guy immediately sat up. "S-sorry!" he said, face red. "You okay?"
'He needn't be so flustered… Huh?!'
The raven haired looked up and down at the other boy.
'Sure, he's dorky, and dresses like crap—but he's rather cute and manly! Could it be—for my first one, he's just what I need!'
Manjoume's heart started beating fast and hard.
'I have to ask… I just have to ask…'
Manjoume leaned closer to the other boy.
"My name is Manjoume. They call me, 'Manjoume Thunder'," he said.
"Huh?"
"You… Are you—" He leaned closer and closer, so much that the man could smell his sandalwood and pine bubble bath. The stranger looked at his deep black eyes, which were now sporting the sweetest look he'd seen. He felt his cheeks light up.
"Eh?"
"—a virgin?"
The other boy was out of the store in a fraction of a second. A second later, he was lost in the horizon.
"Are you an idiot?" Haou facepalmed. "Try faking some normality and ask his name first!"
"Oh…" Manjoume moaned.
"What a pity… You don't know anything about him but his face… Though I gotta admit, Manjoume, I was a bit surprised. I didn't think such a dorky, underdressed guy was your type." Haou shrugged. 'Then again, who on Earth understands this guy?'
To be continued!
Zephyr: Until next time!