I don't own Yu-gi-oh or any of its characters.
This chapter can be read as a one-shot. This is going to be a multi-chaptered story unless if someone flames me and no one makes any good comments. Flames are accepted but constructive criticism is a hulleva lot more helpful.
'…' thoughts; # author notes at end of chapter or at the …..1234567890987654321234567890987654321…..; the rest is standard.
Will You Be Mine
Chapter 1: Valentine's Day Kiss
Honda walked into the library. He had a project for English due the next day. The day after Valentine's Day. Honda thought that Mrs. Russel, his English teacher, an evil, old hag, was retarded for having something due the day after Valentine's Day. Most people left everything for the last moment, which would be today, but today they would be too worried about their significant other, or lack of significant other, to do it. The class had to make a dictionary of English slang and their meanings. The words had already been chosen for them. There was American slang and slang from England. He had read over the list and knew what fairly few of the words meant. There were a hundred words on the list. The project was going to take quite awhile and sadly he couldn't ask any of his friends to help. None of them were in English 5 and Ryou was out of town for the week. He really wished he had remembered to do this earlier. The assignment had been giver to them two weeks ago, but he was too busy goofing off with Jou to do it.
Sighing he went to the Reference section and quickly found the foreign dictionaries. There was a lot of them. "Damn," he muttered underneath his breath.
"Having problems?" asked a voice from behind him.
He spun around quickly, surprised and on his guard. "Oh, it's you." Honda relaxed. 'Damn, I'm getting paranoid. Well... What do you expect? I'm friends with Yugi and someone is always trying to kill him.'
"HI," he mumbled, dropping down at the blacknette's table.
Duke raised an eyebrow before taking out the lollypop that had temporarily taken up residence in the dice duelist's mouth. It was a heart. 'Probably one from his gazillion and five fans.' Honda thought wryly.
When he looked up to find Otogi's questioning gaze on him he realized that he must have asked him a question. "Pardon?"
"I asked what you're doing here." He repeated, a hint of a snicker in his voice.
"Oh," Honda said embarrassed. "I'm doing that stupid dictionary thing for Mrs. Russel."
He had forgotten that Otogi was in his class. After all, they weren't really "friends." The only time they even ever really hung out was when the world was in immediate peril. Admittedly, he had been seeing the other boy more than usual lately, but that was only when Shizuka was in the immediate area. Otherwise they pretty much ignored each other.
"You haven't done any of it yet?" he asked the hint of laughter still there.
He shook his head. Otogi started laughing quietly at that. "Too busy hanging out with Blondie?"
He had to grin at the nickname the dice duelist had recently given his friend. Now, anytime Jou did anything remotely stupid, Otogi would roll his eyes and say, "Blondes."
"Yep, oh well, I should probably start..."
He started to get up, but Otogi rolled his eyes and leaned over to push him back down. He grabbed the papers sitting next to him and handed them to Honda. "You can use mine, I've done pretty much all of it."
"Thanks!" he exclaimed, surprised. Otogi didn't seem like the type to help a rival, but now that he thought about it, lately, it didn't seem as if Otogi's heart was really into flirting with Shizuka. It was as if his mind was somewhere else. The only time he really seemed to focus was when they were arguing...
Honda shook his head to clear his mind, before bending over the papers, The writing was neat and slightly curly. 'Feminine' his mind supplied for him. Except... the writing had more flourishes than the few notes he had gotten from girls did. He glanced up at Otogi to see if he was watching but he wasn't. He was bent over his own work. Honda took the time to study his features. Otogi really wasn't handsome like all his fan girls claimed. He was too effeminate to be called handsome. Pretty or even beautiful was more accurate. 'Shit! Did I really just think that?'
"You're staring," Otogi said looking up. Honda could feel his face heat up. He protested anyway.
"No, I'm not!"
Otogi's lipped curved upwards into a smile. That's when Honda noticed for the fist time just how nice those lips really were. The lollipop had turned them red and they looked swollen as if he had just been kissing someone. He could feel his face heat up even more.
The green-eyed beauty's smile widened even farther. "Yes you are. But just what exactly are you staring at?" At this point he leaned in until their faces were mere inches apart. "I think I can guess." Otogi's breath was warm and soft, 'like velvet' he thought, on his face. It smelled of artificial strawberries. Otogi caught his gaze, green eyes boring into hazel, before he suddenly leaned in and caught Honda's lips with his own.
Honda's eyes widened, but before he could react, the pair of warm lips pulled away and Otogi smirked just slightly before saying, "Here's the last page of the dictionary. You can return it tomorrow during English. See ya."
Honda just sat shell-shocked as Otogi walked away, hips swinging lazily. As Otogi left his line of sight, Honda raised a hand to his lips wondering what the hell had just happened.
R&R please!