I'm Sick, I Tell Ya!
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Couldn't be simpler.
Author's notes, part one: I decided to write more YuuJou again. Yes, again. This time I'm using the oh-so-holy and flawless *rolls eyes* Japanese names because there is a foreign OC in this fanfic. This story is inspired by the Tackey and Tsubasa song, "x ~dame~" (pronounced "Dah-meh", which means "no" in Japanese) and another friend's fic. If you've seen the music video on YouTube or on your TV screen if you're in Japan, the OC is a lot like the crazy lady in that video, except male and actually hot. I've seen a lot of stories in which Yuugi is the third wheel and a girl (usually Anzu) or maybe but very rarely a guy has Yami no Yuugi, Kaiba, or even Jounouchi's attention. I thought to myself, what if someone has Yuugi's attention? Yeah, he's sexy and he's the king of games. I thought of a girl at first, but...a guy would be awesome. This is because in a shounen-ai fic, I don't wanna imply that OMG STRAIGHT PEOPLE ARE EEEEEEEVAL!!!111!1 Um...I think I've talked too much. Onward!
Chapter one: Super-annoying Mario
Jounouchi hunched over his desk, glaring at the stickman he just doodled. Occasionally, he glanced at the handsome new foreign transfer student making bedroom eyes at Yuugi. Let's see... Hair as brown as the dirt as he was lower than? Check. Puke-green eyes? Check. Sinister grin? Checkamundo. What was missing, Jounouchi pondered. Ah...stink lines to represent the so-called "deodorant" burning his nose. And finally, the finishing touch: Devil horns. The blonde smirked at his masterpiece. In Katakana, he scrawled "Ma-ri--"
"Jounouchi!"
Oops... "Uh, uh...teach..." He could feel the entire classroom's eyes on him.
The teacher snatched the paper from Jounouchi's desk and rolled it up. "If you do not wish to learn anything in this classroom, then you may stand in the hall for the remainder of the period!" With the paper, the teacher struck the student's head, causing laughter in the room.
Of course, the loudest guffaw came from the object of Jounouchi's burning, seething hatred. Thinks he's so cool, just 'cause he's a rich Italian jackass, the blonde thought, rubbing his head as he exited the classroom.
"I do apologize for Jounouchi's rude behavior, Mr. Migliore," said the teacher, presenting the doodle. "But this is just a reminder to not take the time to insult other classmates during lessons!"
"Oh no, I apologize for Signor Jounouchi's lack of skill."
"Mario-kun!" Yuugi hissed.
"Look, I realize he's your best friend, but he's very rude." Mario leaned back, adjusting his rectangular glasses.
As the lesson went on, Jounouchi leaned against the wall, keeping his hands in his pockets. Thoughts of Mario invaded his head. "Asshole," Jounouchi muttered under his breath. It was only the second day of their rivalry, and already, the blonde was losing.
Hours later, lunch didn't prove to be any better than previous events. Gym was no longer a favorite subject of Jounouchi's; he spied Mario eyeing Yuugi's scantily clad body in the locker room. And in English, the foreign student made a big display of how he could speak six languages, while Jounouchi still struggled to string sentences together. As if that weren't enough, the bastard had to charm the female teachers out of expulsion for his many piercings and jewelry. Mario was hidden behind a gaggle of squealing fangirls, all eager to share bento with him.
Anzu, as did the rest of Jounouchi's friends, noticed the blonde only picking at his food. "Jounouchi, this is the second day you've barely eaten anything at lunchtime. If you keep this up, you're going to lose your strength."
"Yeah, Jounouchi," Honda interjected. "Be a man! Eat more." With his chopsticks, Honda picked up some of Jounouchi's food and pushed it to the blonde's mouth.
"Shaddap," The dejected blonde growled and pushed Honda's hand away. "It's the beginning of my suck-ass week. I've lost my appetite." He glared in the direction of the boy who captivated almost half the classroom.
The others took a glance at Mario as well, just wondering what could have prompted Jounouchi to be at odds with the brunette so soon... Well, Mario was kind of a jerk, but it might've been just cultural differences.
Yuugi returned his attention to his best friend. "Jounouchi-kun?"
"Yeah?" Brown eyes brightened, but only slightly.
"Do you want this?" He offered a honey almond cookie to Jounouchi. "Mama keeps raving about her new diet and how she needs to get rid of these as soon as possible..."
Fighting back the warmth that crept to his cheeks, the tall blonde gently took the gift. "Thanks, bud." Quickly, he gobbled it up, not caring about the giggles Anzu and Honda made at the sight.
A vaguely familiar laugh drew closer to the desks that the group sat at. As soon as he arrived, Mario unceremoniously plopped the towering stack of bentos on Yuugi's desk, causing the small duelist to flinch. "My, aren't you a glutton, Signor Jounouchi?" He then winked at Anzu and took her hand. "And why weren't you with the rest of the young ladies, hmm, mia amore?" Mario leaned down to kiss the slender hand.
Anzu immediately snatched herself away from Mario's clutches. "Because I didn't bring an extra bento with me, sorry."
"Oh?" Mario's usual irresistible grin turned into a devilish smirk. "Why didn't you? Isn't it in your culture to give gifts to newcomers?"
"Well, I gave you one yesterday, but it's not in my nature to give in to smooth-talkers," Anzu retorted, keeping her voice sweet even with the venom attached to her words. She smirked back, crossing her arms.
Internally, Mario growled. So this girl was off of her list of people to dupe with his charms. No wonder he liked quiet, trusting people like Yuugi.
Jounouchi snickered and muttered under his breath, "Kisama."
With a fierce glare, Mario hissed, "I know what that means...cazzo." He smirked as his blonde adversary flinched, wondering what that meant.
"Come on, guys. Get along!" Yuugi declared.
"Forgive me, Signor Mutou." Mario's expression turned gentler for the King of Games. "I don't really know too many people yet and I forgot he's your...best friend. Even with that sharp tongue of his, he could be really sweet."
While Jounouchi grumbled, formulating a plan for Mario's demise, Yuugi gently told the newcomer, "He is. We've been through a lot together, and it hasn't really been a year. It might take him some time for him to trust some people. He's really protective of me."
Smiling, Mario chortled, "That's sweet..." He looked up and down at the pile of food and gifts. "There is no way I'm going to finish this all on my own..." He took the bento on top, which was from a girl who Mario deemed as much less attractive as he'd prefer. With his fingers (he hadn't mastered chopsticks just yet), he picked a piece of...something that looked to be a tiny octopus?...and offered it to Yuugi. "Want some? I'd love to share with my new friends."
"Uh...Mario-kun?" Yuugi inched away from his hands.
"Hey, man, what're you doing?" Honda exclaimed. "Those are gifts! You just can't give those away."
Jounouchi and Anzu's palms met their respective foreheads.
"Oh...really?" The brunette gave a mock sheepish pout. "Well, you see, sharing food is very common in my culture, and I just thought..."
The chubby girl who gave him the bento burst into tears at the commotion. Anzu leapt from her seat to console her.
"You 'thought'? That's a good one," Jounouchi mumbled, which earned him a glare through thick frames.
"Well, Mario-kun, it's okay, I understand, but it's really very rude to the person who gave it to you." Yuugi looked up at him, concern evident in his violet eyes. "I'm sure she'd be very heartbroken."
"I'm not one to break hearts, Signor Mutou." Mario's sweet voice and sincere jade gaze reddened the miniscule duelist's cheeks.
Yuugi looked down, just wondering whether this was cultural differences, or if this new student's raging hormones were headed in his direction. Yuugi definitely hoped it wasn't the latter. He reminded himself to have a big talk with his dark form and Jounouchi.
...who was looking mighty furious for the remainder of the day.
Finally, the school day was over. This was one of the times Jounouchi looked forward to. As he gathered his belongings, thoughts of holding Yuugi's delicate hand floated in his hand. No way, Jounouchi reminded himself. I can't ruin things that are going perfectly well right now... Or was going perfectly well until he showed up...
"Ready to go, Jounouchi-kun?" Yuugi's wide smile brightened the atmosphere. "Come on, guys." He motioned for Anzu and Honda to join him. "Let's all go to my house."
"All right!" Anzu grabbed her books and joined the crowd. "Sorry you've had such a bad day, Jounouchi."
"Hey, man, we should treat you to an all night video game round," suggested Honda.
"Which is kind of why Jounouchi's struggling in the first place!" Anzu snapped. "I know it's been rough for him, but, jeez."
"You know, I kinda like Honda's idea better." Jounouchi securely fastened his head with both hands.
Anzu sighed. "Fine, I guess Yuugi should decide, anyway, since it's his house." She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "And you're really taking this pretty badly, aren't you?"
"Well...why not take a break from studying? I guess we could all use it." Yuugi smiled brightly. "We could have Jii-chan make cookies with us or something."
"Yeah..." Jounouchi's heart skipped a beat. The sudden idea of Yuugi as a homemaker... It was too much for the blonde's hormones. "That sounds great!"
"Ehi! Signor Mutou!"
Shit. Jounouchi bet he wanted in on this, too. A quick glance at Yuugi's cheeks told that the blonde wasn't going to win this battle.
Mario strode to the small group after bidding the ladies of the classroom goodbye. "You're leaving so soon?" I was going to invite you to my place..."
"Oh...sorry..." Nervously, Yuugi rubbed the back of his spiky head. "I had no idea you wanted to have me over, Mario-kun."
Jounouchi clasped his hands together. Please don't invite him over, please don't invite him over, please don't invite him over, please don't invite him over, please do--
"Well...okay, you can come with us, if you'd like."
Fuck! Jounouchi wanted to scream that particular vulgarity to the whole planet.
"I guess you could use a taste of a person's life in Japan," Anzu suggested, keeping a close eye on Mario.
"Your friends are quite lovely, Signor Mutou. The girl is spicy, the brown-haired boy is sturdy, the blondie..." Mario paused, thinking of a description that wouldn't drive Yuugi away from him. "...is a riot."
"I'll show you ri--" Honda's hand quickly covered Jounouchi's mouth before he could get himself into any more trouble. Anzu tried to wonder what Mario meant by "spicy". The new boy only laughed at this scene.
"Thanks. And you can call me 'Yuugi' if you'd like." He tried fighting back the blush threatening his cheeks.
"Yuugi...such a cute name." Mario ruffled the duelist's hair, ignoring Jounouchi's growls. "I can take you home, if you want."
"Yuugi, didn't your mom tell ya to not get in strangers' cars?" Because the blonde knew that Mario was as strange as they come.
The handsome brunette just chuckled, assuring, "Don't worry. It's not like I'm going to do something naughty to you in my car." He winked, keeping a gentle hand on Yuugi's shoulder. "And we're not strangers."
Jounouchi began to grind his teeth together, resisting the urge to carry the Italian boy all the way to the rooftop and throw him down on the hard pavement. Noticing Jounouchi's posture, Anzu and Honda were ready to restrain their friend.
"Well..." As long as his friends were with him, Mario would do no harm to Yuugi, right? "Okay. It's a very nice gesture, and I'm sure we'll enjoy it."
"And I'm sure you will. There's music, soda, and candy...every ride is like a party." With a smirk and a wave of his hand, he commanded, "So, come on, boys."
Boys?! Ugh. Anzu wanted to vomit at this guy's crack. After all, his shoes looked a little too nice... As they all walked out of the classroom together, she whispered, "You know, I'm not liking this guy very much."
"I don't know what those girls see in him," Honda whispered back.
And Jounouchi couldn't figure out just what Yuugi saw in Mario, either. He mentally kicked himself, thinking, I knew I shoulda told Yuugi sooner...
Author's notes part two: Wow. Migliore-kun sure is volgare, isn't he? So is Jounouchi. XD Admittedly, Italian is not my native language, so I've had to spend some time at and . Hopefully, my OC is not full of terrible clichés, even though you're supposed to hate him anyway. By the way, "Kisama" means "lord of the donkeys", but is usually translated to "jackass" or "asshole" or something like that. "Cazzo" means "dick".
Anyway, to the victims of hurricanes Gustav and Ike, I'm chanting for you. I'll find a way to help out. To all my readers, thank you. Reviews are very much welcome and constructive criticism is appreciated. Stay tuned for the next chapter!