Our Only Bug Boy
Part 1 – A Day in the Life
OOC: This story is told in the POV of Weevil Underwood's sister…Well, one of his sisters, in any case. Like most Weevil-writers, because of Yu-Gi-Oh's annoying problem of not developing its minor characters well enough, I've had to create my own little family for Weevil. His whole background, too. Pretty fun, actually. This story, for the time being, is about what I imagine Weevil's life is like. It's also about how important he is to his family, despite how little he realizes it. It's a comedy for the time being, but it may evolve to become an adventure/mystery story with a tiny hint of romance. Also has Rex in it, for some of you fans.
All of Weevil's family members belong to me, and nothing else.
By the way, there will be a short monologue from Weevil's sister at the beginning of each story. Good. Read on, humans.
Warnings: Mild language.
[intro]
There's always been that question.
That…annoying…little…question.
I've wondered. He's wondered.
No one's answered.
Kind've…sucks, doesn't it? When you have a question that no one will answer? Sure, sometimes not even you want to know. But, still…It eats you up inside by not knowing.
By now, you're probably wondering what the question is. Well, what he and I are wondering is: Why do people hate Weevil Underwood so much? Is it because he looks like a bug? Sounds like a bug? Eats like a bug? Those answers are what I thought could be. He seems to have different ideas, though. He thinks it's because he's a failure. Rex thinks it's because he's a jerk. I think Rex is closer to the truth.
Because my brother is not a failure. I don't care what he says. He's wrong.
[end monologue]
"Get up! Get up, or you'll be late! We're waiting for you at the breakfast table!" my brother's voice exploded through my happy dreams of Summer vacation. Well, his voice, and the pillow he was hitting my head with at the time. Tumbling out of my bed and on to the floor, I heard another sound. The alarm clock had been ringing off the shelf, and I had been too far off in Dream Land to hear it. But, the voice of Weevil Underwood could disrupt the happiest of imaginary paradise, it seemed. Looking up at my brother's blurry image, I made the decision to sternly and bravely inquire why the heck he had just hit me with a pillow.
"Whyyyy youuu waakeeey meeee…?" I slurred it all in one word like an innocent two year-old. So much for 'sternly and bravely'. This prompted a loud, insensitive cackle from the insect duelist before he finally answered.
"Well, someone had to! You must not be paying your alarm clock enough, Amber." He said, pointing at the infernal object on the side-table next to my heavenly and welcome bed. My sandy eyes followed his index finger until my jaw dropped and I snapped to my senses.
"Holy crap! I'm late for breakfast!" I snatched up my contact lenses case and ran out of my room, Weevil still standing there shaking his head. I was the cute, clueless, one in the family. Our older sister, Ruby, was the pretty, sensible, one. Our littlest sister, Coral, was the adorable, intelligent, one. And our brother, Weevil, was the cunning smart-ass of the family. And the whole city, practically. But, we love'im.
"Glad to see you're finally here, Amber." Ruby greeted me, a hint of steel in her tone as I ran, panting, into the kitchen. Rule # 65 in the Underwood Mansion: Don't be so late to any meal that the food gets cold. Or you will eat the cold food whether you want to or not. 67 rules. Sounds like a lot, huh? Well, trust me, we need them. I sat down at the kitchen table. It was a ten-story mansion, so we liked to just eat in the kitchen so that we wouldn't have to search through the manor looking for the dining room.
"Hello…" came a small voice. I smiled and waved at the tiny, five year-old, girl at the other side of the table. This was our adorable little sister, Coral. Of adorableness. She could make Weevil go 'Awww~' with just her voice.
"Awww~…Hello, my little butterfly." Speak of the Bug Boy. Weevil stepped out of the elevator that our parents had installed ever since the eighth floor had been added on to the mansion. I face-palmed. I had taken the steps. Here comes the ridicule. Weevil walked over to the table, sitting in a chair next to Coral before affectionately messing up her long, cerulean, hair, which made her giggle. He then began digging into Ruby's family-recipe pancakes; despite the fact that they were a bit chilly by now. After swallowing a bite, he looked over at me. I was still catching my breath from stair-running and staring at my cold pancakes and bacon. Here it comes.
"You know, Amber, you could have just taken the-"
"I KNOW!"
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Rule #34 in the Underwood Mansion: On week day mornings, whoever gets to the table first, gets to shower first.
...
Crap.
"ARE YOU DONE IN THERE, YET?!" I shrieked, pounding on the bathroom door repeatedly with hands, feet, and skull.
"YEAH, RUBY! YOU'VE BEEN IN THERE FOR TWENTY FLIPPIN' MINUTES! WHEN'S IT GONNA BE MY TURN?!" Weevil added as he pounded on the bathroom door in the same way I did. Ah, the shower rush! Ruby had gotten to the table first. Therefore, she had been blessed with the privilege of showering before any of us. Of course, Coral was not taking part in the shower dispute. She prefered to take a bath at night, rather than a shower in the morning. I was beginning to realize she was the smart one in the family. And she was five. Who says wisdom comes with age?
"In a minute!" came Ruby's voice in a cheerful high note. "Couldn't you two just use some other bathroom?" True, there were four bathrooms in the mansion. However, thanks to my brother's neglecting to map out the whole place, we could only seem to keep track of one. Weevil and I looked at the door as if it had been the one that had spoken to us.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?! We don't have that kind of time!" Weevil retorted loudly, ramming his back against the door. Finally, we both heard the water stop running. In a few moments, we saw our older sister step out of the bathroom. She was wearing her green satin robe, and grinning at us. Not that we had the chance to really digest this. In a split second, my brother and I were stuck in the door way, having both seized the bathroom at the same time.
"I got to breakfast first, Weevil! I came down the stairs faster than the elevator moved down for you!" I told him, thinking I had him trumped. Weevil let out a loud cackle.
"I came down, tagged the table, and said, 'I am here!' even before going back up and waking you up!" he argued, grinning. I scowled. I should have known that he had pulled something like that.
"YOU SON-OF-A-" I was interrupted by yet another cackle as the buggy boy shoved me out of the way and slammed the door behind him.
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The Cunning Score, this week: Me: 0 Weevil: 7. Whoever has the most points by the end of the week, is given a hundred dollars to be used however they please. This is what Ruby decided, ten years ago. She wanted to make sure that her siblings had a significantly large amount of cunning. And to think, during the first year of this contest, the scores were switched for Weevil and I. I always had the most cunning, and he was always the sucker. Then, something had happened. And, from then on, Weevil became the most diabolical plotter in the mansion, if not the city. He was never the same. No longer the naive, innocent, little angel Ruby and I remember. Something inside him snapped that turned the entire mansion upside-down...
But, we'll get to that later.
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The phone rang. I could hear it through the bathroom door as I showered..
"Weevil! Could you get that?" I called out from the bathroom. I could imagine him nodding when I heard the phone get picked up, and his voice answer.
"Hello? Ugh. No, Rex. I haven't seen your damn fossil...Sorry. Amber's in the shower. Can I take a-"
"GET ME THAT PHONE, BOY!" I shouted, turning the water off. I heard footsteps and saw the phone, held by Weevil, appear as the door cracked open. He had his eyes closed. I took the phone from his shortly disappearing hand, and held it to my dripping ear. "'Ello?"
"Amber? Oh, thank God. Listen, Am, I think I left a fossil at the mansion. Could you get it for me? Weevil hasn't seen it and he'd probably never find it, so-"
"I know, I know, I'll get it, Dino-dork...Just a second. I'll call you when I'm out the door with it, all right?"
"All right. See ya'."
"See ya'." I hung up and wrapped myself in my robe before stepping out to get myself dressed. I passed by Weevil.
"He really left one of his...?" he inquired.
"Yup, he did."
"Again?"
"Yup. Again."
"For goodness' sake, if he really cares about those rocks of his, he shouldn't lose track of'em. I mean, really, they're probably not even fossils, anyway. But he seems to like them, so-" His voice stopped abruptly as he stepped into the elevator and the doors shut. I would never admit it out loud, but I couldn't have agreed with him more about the Rex and fossil thing. However, being Rex's friend just as much as Weevil was, I now had the fossil quest to complete.
Good Lord, where could that damn thing be?
[end of part one]
OOC: As you can see, unlike most Weevil stories (that I have read), I do not try to make his background so terribly depressing that we all sympathize with him and, as a result, like him more because he is clearly a tortured soul. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I just choose not to do it. Instead, I prefer to show some insight into the character himself so that we might actually understand him a little more from where he comes from. What you will find out in later parts is that the way his family is set up actually encourages being a, as Amber put it, 'smart-ass'. Later parts will be longer. This was just a starter beginning to help set up the story. Please comment. Critiques are appreciated, as well as encouragement.
I hope you enjoyed!