Disclaimer: If you think I own Yu-Gi-Oh, get a life! …Then give it to me, cuz' I really need one.
I wrote this because I lost a bet to a friend. Don't ask. I think she rigged it all just to get me to write about Otogi. That girl has one cruel twisted mind. Ergo, I now present you with this. And, I guess no one will read it, but I'm okay. I'm still typing a second chapter [the "deal" called for three], so there.
Okay, just a note. I am basing the story after the manga AND the anime. Understand? The entire anime bit has to do with sending the project to Pegasus J. Crawford and the spot when Otogi first meets Yuugi. The second chapter leads to the Black Clown game shop and all the interesting happenings there. Most of it is manga there; right down to Yuugi-kun screaming and Otogi's father hallucinating puzzle pieces.
This chapter takes place before Otogi-kun's game hit the market. I don't know if Otogi did actually invent Dragon, Dice, and Dungeons [D-D-D], all I know for sure is Yuugi beat him at it when he was supposed to be very good. The third chapter will be the one to really deal with D-D-D though. I am not very sure if I will make this shounen-ai at the moment. Right now I am just focusing on Otogi-kun and [his] little dice game. Understood?
Okay, you can read now. I am sorry for shortness, next chapter *might* be longer. I do not know, I have not typed it up yet. This is rated PG-13 for some swearing [in Japanese].
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"It's just a pendant, why should I bother?"
"Nani? Does my life mean nothing to you? You're my son, you should respect my motive and avenge our wrongs!"
"What if I don't care?"
"You wouldn't."
"Do you think so? Father, do you really have in mind the notion I will ceaselessly obey you and attack everything that has ruined your existence?"
"I'm your father, Otogi."
"Well, I'm your son and until that means something to you, I won't even bother with all these plans."
"Otogi…."
"I'm going to my room now. I need to work on my game."
"Fine, you go do that, Dice boy. Those things will get you nowhere in life. What do you want to be, another Pegasus Crawford?"
"No, Father, I want to be myself. Can't you ever support me in anything? I might just return the favour."
"What have you done to earn my respect?"
"I'm working on it."
"Okay, then I'll make you a little deal, Otogi, as your idea of impressing me may take a while."
"Yeah?"
"If that game of yours makes it, I mean, really becomes something, I'll let you have the Sennen Puzzle."
"But can't you see? Look, I don't want the puzzle!"
"Then what do you want, boy?"
"I don't know…I really don't know."
"Ha! Well, then go work on your little project till you get your priorities in order. Then we can really talk, really have things to yell at each other."
I'm glaring at the man who calls himself my father. All I can do now is turn around and enter my room. He is done arguing with me. I can see it in how he closes his eyes wearily and tries to rest. I could hit him; I could make noise and disrupt his relaxation. But, I don't. I have more important things to waste my time with.
I spin around and make my way to the "toolbox". It is my room. The name I have carved into the door is derived from the fact of what I am. I am a tool for the fool that is my father. I am a weapon to invoke his vengeance. I'm supposed to do all he says.
He is a sad man, my father. He is obsessive and keeps things the same always till I decide to mess it all up. I've lived with this man long enough to know every detail about him to the niceties. I know his favours in everything and his obvious opinions. He's been here my entire life, a clown, a fool on the street. He hides his face under masks. Underneath he is truly hideous.
My father was burned. He has suffered greatly and his mind in now dark. From this deep world of evil thoughts is spawned a hatred. He loathes one person above all: Sugoroku Motou.
I've never met a Motou. I fear and hate them. I was taught my entire life to go against that entire family. Now that I'm older, I'm curious about the lot. I don't believe my father when he says they are greedy, cold-blooded fiends. But I am not too sure because I have never seen anything that really proves otherwise. My father has always kept them away from me and me from them. I am almost never allowed to leave our apartment. This is why I don't know many people. I've never been to a public school; I've been home educated. Father is just that paranoid of the great threat of Motou's. I don't see what's to all the commotion but I've been accepting it. I've let it register as the way things are.
Ergo, this is life now. I can only go on and hope everything will be normal someday. But, while father is there, things will only sink lower. This is why I've appointed myself as the one to fix this because he does not.
I can't help but smile inside the "toolbox". I see my little project on the table and it makes me happy. All of it is nearly done now, my laboring for years of solitude. It's almost ready to travel the commercial gaming world. All I need is someone to market it for me. Then my fruit will come if this venture of mine is worthy of the consumers. I already have a company selected. I want a master of games to see my work.
I'm sending my finished idea to Pegasus J. Crawford, inventor of the hit Magic and Wizards dueling card game. Only he can judge my masterpiece properly.
I wonder what he will think? I can see my beautiful board and rows of dice. I don't know if this will work out. I love my project and I hope Crawford will honor it as well. If not, I probably won't stand the refusal. I may break down and fall apart. I've worked just so hard on all of this.
Gomen, I lie to you all. Actually the game is done. It is entirely finished and ready for the outside. Sadly, my fear of rejection, my self-oriented love of my not-so-completed accomplishment keeps it here, restricted. I can't let it go with the dreaded thought it may bomb. That would prove me a failure and lower me even further in my father's eyes. He doesn't think I can do anything. I'm just his ticket to getting back at others.
"Otogi?"
"The door is open."
In walks the scarred bag of flesh that is my father.
"Are you finished with your project?"
I pause. He asks this same question everyday and I can never answer. I find it strange that in some way he may be a little interested in all I'm doing.
"Uh, yes, it is, actually."
"Let me see it."
"Why?"
"I want to know how it works."
"Sure…."
I take out the dice and set up the game. The old man sits across from me at the desk and waits.
"Does this always take so long or are you scared?"
"You wish."
"Then hurry up."
"I am."
"Well, I don't think people want to play a game that takes five hours to set up."
"Stop insulting my work."
"Your failure?"
"Urusai."
"Where are your manners, son? The game doesn't hold appeal to me when I see it's invented by a jerk."
"Gomen…nasai.
"What do you call this?"
"D-D-D"
"Standing for?"
"Dragon, Dice, and Dungeons."
"Is that the best you could think of?"
"Yes."
"It's terrible."
"Who asked you?"
"I don't think your game will make it."
"We're entitled to our opinions."
"Only mine are above my foolish son's."
"Good for you."
"Well, will you look at that, Otogi? I don't think I want to learn."
"I don't think I want to teach you."
"Fine."
The man stands and waddles out, glaring at me. I feel I really hate him now. He belittles my masterpiece before even seeing it. I grit my teeth as I continue to set up the game listening while he leaves, I'm not arranging it for him though. I've made my decision.
I'm sending my idea today. I'm going to change everything. I'm going to prove him wrong.
Sell or bust. This is all I have left in our diminishing atmosphere of worthless attack and rebuttal. Father is too concerned with himself to care about much. Only I'm sane enough to realize there is a chance to living that doesn't involve the Motous' removal from the planet. To Hell with Sugoroku and his crimes! That's the old men's problem, not mine.
My father will not notice me till I do something impressive.
Well, that's what I'm planning then. I'm going to impress the world.
If not, poor me, at least I tried. That's more than I could ever say for that fool now in the kitchen. He doesn't see it; I'm going to make D-D-D famous. I'm going to be more than the idiot son of a paranoid and obsessive clown.
I want to see him insult me then!
I'm sending my idea now. All Crawford can do is say no.
"Otogi!"
"Nani?"
"Come out and wash the dishes."
"NO!"
"You irresponsible son! Help your father."
"Kutabare!"
"Kampai, Otogi! Tell me how that works for you."
I'm scowling so hard I now have acquired a depressing headache. Why do I care if he mocks me? I'm so much better than him.
I sit down at the computer and pull up copies of all my D-D-D files to send.
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Translations:
Nani – What?
Gomen nasai – Very sorry
Urusai – Shut up
Kutabare – Fuck you!
Kampai – Cheers! It's used toasting drinks actually.
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There, the first chapter. I am trying to concentrate on fics without Ryou Bakura. I am wondering how well this turned out.
I do not know why I even wrote it all this way. I guess I'm feeling sorry for Otogi. He is in my other story on Bakura and I do not think I did him any justice there. I finally typed this as I was looking at a gallery of his pictures and thought, "Damn, what a bishounen. He should have more fan fictions on him."
The Evil Laugh's request for an Otogi fic has, uh, nothing to do with it! Yeah, nothing at all….
Otogi-kun is hot, is he not? Almost all anime males are nicely chiseled. I enjoy that very much, it is eye-candy.
*is picturing a clip of Heero sans a shirt, drooling ungracefully over the keyboard*
Gomen! Maybe I should let the DVD player rest for a bit, eh?
Uh, yeah. Read and review. Ignore randy authoress, she is still trying to get a life.
~Ling no Yong~
