Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
One thing that often shocks people when it comes to Jonouchi is the fact that he wears cologne. Nothing too fancy, mind you: a cheaper, drugstore brand, but cologne all the same. You'd think that Jonouchi, with his shaggy mane of blond hair and his standard uniform of tattered clothing, would always be "natural"… a rugged, manly sort of man, but when it all boils down, he really isn't. Not at all.
For one thing, his clothes are never dirty. They have the shabby, worn down look so intense that it looks like they've survived a nuclear Armageddon, but never are they dirty. I don't know how he does it. For fuck's sake, his father can't even afford some food for the kid, let alone a washing machine. Maybe he makes nightly trips to the nearest laundromat. Or the nearest river. I really don't know.
I've asked Jonouchi about it before… the incessant way he keeps himself halfway decent all the time, but he just shrugs it off with his trademark cocky grin. Keeps the ladies interested, he says. He does that constantly… make a perverted comment or do something ridiculous to cover up how he really feels.
As many times as I'm written off as the tag-along sidekick, I know Jonouchi better than anyone. He doesn't need to impress 'the ladies'. He just needs to impress one. And even though I'm as manly as they come, seeing my best buddy hold out for a whore like that makes me sick.
But I don't say anything. I don't repeat the cruel way she stole his soul. I don't slander the way she thinks a swing of her hips will solve anything she's ever done wrong.
I also don't mention that no matter how good Jonouchi smells, she's never going to come back.