RKG: I'm getting swamped, and yet.... I keep getting good ideas. Why must I
be a genius?
YRKG: Back in Egypt you were smart if you could read.
RKG: I can read, write and say thank you in four different languages!
YRKG: Fascinating. No... really. (SARCASM.)
Disclaimer: My last name si not Takahashi and if it were, well I'd probably be a lot older, rolling in many, adored by many, and not writing a FAN FIC!
No One Loves Me
Chapter One That's Not the Point
Honda POV
It's not fair. Really, it isn't. My hair comes to a point. Well, that's just what happens. Sure, Yami's hair points in eighteen different directions and is three different colors, yet he's adored. One point and I'm the most un-hot bishounen out there. It's a sad, sad life.
Of course, I'm NOT complaining. Please note sarcasm. (A/N: Sarcasm noted.)
No, I was Jounouchi's best friend and one puzzle piece later; I'm reduced to a meager cheerleader. Forget that I saved the three main characters and my nephew for Yugi and friends. Of course, I'm not important.
Forget that I found Jou after he was beat up by the Rare Hunters.
Forget that I have given piggybacks to any injured cast member. Gramps (does he eat an entire grocery store a day or what?), Bakura, and Mokuba to begin with. But do I get any credit? NO!
Just because I'm not a trend-follower and play Duel Monsters, doesn't mean I'm not cool! Okay, maybe I'm not a trend-setter but conformity *****.
So, anyway, the point is that my hair doesn't look right down. So, I spike it. But that's not the point I'm trying to make. The point is that I'm going to visit one of my many unseen relatives in America to get a make over. My cousin's sister by her stepdad's friend goes to a beauty school. So, she agreed to help in my quest to become a hot sexy bishounen. Like Jou, Yugi, Bakura, Marik, Seto, etc.
So now, I'm headed to America for a week. Yes! And when I return, bish-a- fied, I'll be the star of many yaoi couples!
~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~**~~*~*
One Week Later
Yugi POV
"So, you're coming home... tomorrow?" I asked Honda on the other line.
"Yep... And I want Jou to be at the airport. I want my best friend to see how I look first." Honda replied.
"Oh.... Can I go too? Or is it personal?" I asked.
"Bring the whole group!" Honda... 'chirped' would describe it best.
"Okay, I gotta go. Long distance you know. Gramps is signaling now. I really have to go. Oh! What flight and time!"
"Maybe I should just zip over there after I get off at three thirty P.M.?"
"Yeah, I'll get a party together. Um... pretend you don't know!"
"Okay! Bye, Yug'."
I hung up the phone. Yami looked at me from the door way. Since we had learned to separate, Yami and I had gotten together. Shoot, that was only five days ago! Honda doesn't know. Heh, heh. Oops!
"Who was that?" he asked. Apparently, he had just taken a shower because he was only in a towel. Prompt drooling.... Here.
"Honda. He's coming back tomorrow. And we're gonna have a party for him!"
"Good thing Gramps is gone. Where is he again?"
"Uh... Plot loop hole?"
"Works for me." Yami replied. "You call our friends. I'll pick up the booze."
"I don't think so. We'll shop tomorrow. 'Kay?"
"I want ice cream."
"Let me make my phone calls."
Jou POV
I am bored. I've been sitting in the apartment for the past week. Since Yugi and Yami ahd hooked up and Honda left, I'm all ... alone. Sigh.
RING! RING!
Golly gee! The phone!
"Moshi, moshi?"
"Hey, there." It sounded like a little kid. Yugi, no doubt.
"Hello, Yug'. What's up? And no, I'm not into threesomes."
"Darn. Anyhow, we're having a party tomorrow. We want you to come."
"Um... why?"
"Honda's coming home at like three thirty! So we're gonna ... surprise him..."
"You told him didn't you?"
"Uh... no. Anyhow, come and wear something nice. He said he got a make over so..."
"He's gay, doo?"
"I don't know yet. We'll see. I gotta go. Yami started sucking on my neck again so..."
"Bye!"
Insert skipping happy dance!
Otogi POV
I love my hair. It's so sexy. I mean, Honda's got rotten luck. His has to be a point. No disagreement there. If he could just have different hair... Oh well.
RING! RING!
I let the answering machine pick it up. Who knows how many fangirls call me? I tried to keep count once. But in one hour I lost count.
"This is the home of Otogi Ryuji. Please leave your name, number, date, and a short message. I will return your call unless you're a fangirl."
BEEP.
"Moshi, Moshi. Otogi, it's Yugi. Honda's coming—"
"Hello, this is Otogi."
"I got that. Honda's coming home tomorrow. I was wondering—"
"Where did he go?"
"America."
"Holy dice of dungeons. I didn't know."
"Holy what? Never mind. He's gonna be here. Be at my house by three. We're gonna party."
"Any... girls?"
"No, it's an all-boys party."
"You're lame, Yugi. That's sounds little kiddish."
"No, I'm just in a yaoi couple. Please, there's a BIG difference."
"I have to go stare in the mirror for hours. (A/N: I don't wanna see like Otogi is a dunce, but everyone's OOC.) Love ya, see ya, bye now."
Love ya, see ya, bye now is my closing for every phone call. I do not love Yugi. He's got Yami for that.
Sigh, I do miss him. Wonder how he's doing.
Seto POV
I was typing on my laptop for the sixteenth straight hour when...
RING! RING!
"Seto Kaiba."
"Moshi, Moshi. It's Yugi."
"Yes?"
"Can you come to my house tomorrow? Around... um... three or so?"
"Why?"
"Please?"
"Fine. I have to work."
I slammed the phone down. What the heck was going on so he wouldn't tell me what's going on? Click, click.
Ryou POV
RING, RING!
"Bakura, get your mouth off my neck. Someone's calling."
Bakura and I were involved in a make out session on the couch. I tried to push him off me, but he just grabbed the phone from the table and hit the on button. He shoved it in my ... hand and went back to my neck.
"Moshi, moshi?" I greeted.
"Hey, Ryou. How's it going with Bakura." Yugi teased.
"Um..." I moaned, "Good. Is there a point? I'm in the middle of... uh... my neck is..."
"Party, three P.M., my house. Honda's coming home."
"Oh, really?"
"Yep!" Yugi replied.
"Gotta... moan... go." I said, hanging up.
Malik POV
I was putting a dead squirrel in the blender when...
KNOCK, KNOCK! (A/N: Gotcha there.)
"Coming!" I screamed. My yami peeked at the door from the couch. He is a couch potato. But all boyfriends have faults.
I opened the door... and slammed it shut again.
"Oh, open up!" Yami screamed.
"What do you want pharaoh?" I yelled back.
"Yugi wants to invite you over tomorrow at three for a party."
"I'll bring the beer." My yami suggested.
"Thank Ra. Yugi wouldn't let me bring beer." Yami whined.
"We see who's dominant now." I teased.
Honda POV
(Next Day, um, 3:00 P.M.)
I'm glad to be at the airport. Domino is only a half an hour away. And boy, did I look good. Based on the amount of numbers I have in my pocket, I'd say the make over was successful.
I went to my motorbike and strapped on the helmet. I drove it ot the ticket collector. I pulled out forty bucks.
The ticket collector looked me over.
"Hey, handsome," the woman purred. "Just go, I'm sure no one will mind."
"But you'll get fired."
"No one would fire Mai Valentine!" The woman said. I looked at her closely. It was Mai!
"It's good to see an old friend!" I cheered.
"My, god, Honda? Is that you?"
"Yep. Do I look okay?"
"I'm jealous you look so good. Now, go on. Yugi's expecting you."
Fast forward to arrival at Yugi's house.
I walked up the stairs and knocked on the door at three thirty.
Yugi opened the door & . . .
TO BE CONTINUED...
RKG: That only took like twenty minutes to type.
YRKG: Back in Egypt you were smart if you could read.
RKG: I can read, write and say thank you in four different languages!
YRKG: Fascinating. No... really. (SARCASM.)
Disclaimer: My last name si not Takahashi and if it were, well I'd probably be a lot older, rolling in many, adored by many, and not writing a FAN FIC!
No One Loves Me
Chapter One That's Not the Point
Honda POV
It's not fair. Really, it isn't. My hair comes to a point. Well, that's just what happens. Sure, Yami's hair points in eighteen different directions and is three different colors, yet he's adored. One point and I'm the most un-hot bishounen out there. It's a sad, sad life.
Of course, I'm NOT complaining. Please note sarcasm. (A/N: Sarcasm noted.)
No, I was Jounouchi's best friend and one puzzle piece later; I'm reduced to a meager cheerleader. Forget that I saved the three main characters and my nephew for Yugi and friends. Of course, I'm not important.
Forget that I found Jou after he was beat up by the Rare Hunters.
Forget that I have given piggybacks to any injured cast member. Gramps (does he eat an entire grocery store a day or what?), Bakura, and Mokuba to begin with. But do I get any credit? NO!
Just because I'm not a trend-follower and play Duel Monsters, doesn't mean I'm not cool! Okay, maybe I'm not a trend-setter but conformity *****.
So, anyway, the point is that my hair doesn't look right down. So, I spike it. But that's not the point I'm trying to make. The point is that I'm going to visit one of my many unseen relatives in America to get a make over. My cousin's sister by her stepdad's friend goes to a beauty school. So, she agreed to help in my quest to become a hot sexy bishounen. Like Jou, Yugi, Bakura, Marik, Seto, etc.
So now, I'm headed to America for a week. Yes! And when I return, bish-a- fied, I'll be the star of many yaoi couples!
~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~**~~*~*
One Week Later
Yugi POV
"So, you're coming home... tomorrow?" I asked Honda on the other line.
"Yep... And I want Jou to be at the airport. I want my best friend to see how I look first." Honda replied.
"Oh.... Can I go too? Or is it personal?" I asked.
"Bring the whole group!" Honda... 'chirped' would describe it best.
"Okay, I gotta go. Long distance you know. Gramps is signaling now. I really have to go. Oh! What flight and time!"
"Maybe I should just zip over there after I get off at three thirty P.M.?"
"Yeah, I'll get a party together. Um... pretend you don't know!"
"Okay! Bye, Yug'."
I hung up the phone. Yami looked at me from the door way. Since we had learned to separate, Yami and I had gotten together. Shoot, that was only five days ago! Honda doesn't know. Heh, heh. Oops!
"Who was that?" he asked. Apparently, he had just taken a shower because he was only in a towel. Prompt drooling.... Here.
"Honda. He's coming back tomorrow. And we're gonna have a party for him!"
"Good thing Gramps is gone. Where is he again?"
"Uh... Plot loop hole?"
"Works for me." Yami replied. "You call our friends. I'll pick up the booze."
"I don't think so. We'll shop tomorrow. 'Kay?"
"I want ice cream."
"Let me make my phone calls."
Jou POV
I am bored. I've been sitting in the apartment for the past week. Since Yugi and Yami ahd hooked up and Honda left, I'm all ... alone. Sigh.
RING! RING!
Golly gee! The phone!
"Moshi, moshi?"
"Hey, there." It sounded like a little kid. Yugi, no doubt.
"Hello, Yug'. What's up? And no, I'm not into threesomes."
"Darn. Anyhow, we're having a party tomorrow. We want you to come."
"Um... why?"
"Honda's coming home at like three thirty! So we're gonna ... surprise him..."
"You told him didn't you?"
"Uh... no. Anyhow, come and wear something nice. He said he got a make over so..."
"He's gay, doo?"
"I don't know yet. We'll see. I gotta go. Yami started sucking on my neck again so..."
"Bye!"
Insert skipping happy dance!
Otogi POV
I love my hair. It's so sexy. I mean, Honda's got rotten luck. His has to be a point. No disagreement there. If he could just have different hair... Oh well.
RING! RING!
I let the answering machine pick it up. Who knows how many fangirls call me? I tried to keep count once. But in one hour I lost count.
"This is the home of Otogi Ryuji. Please leave your name, number, date, and a short message. I will return your call unless you're a fangirl."
BEEP.
"Moshi, Moshi. Otogi, it's Yugi. Honda's coming—"
"Hello, this is Otogi."
"I got that. Honda's coming home tomorrow. I was wondering—"
"Where did he go?"
"America."
"Holy dice of dungeons. I didn't know."
"Holy what? Never mind. He's gonna be here. Be at my house by three. We're gonna party."
"Any... girls?"
"No, it's an all-boys party."
"You're lame, Yugi. That's sounds little kiddish."
"No, I'm just in a yaoi couple. Please, there's a BIG difference."
"I have to go stare in the mirror for hours. (A/N: I don't wanna see like Otogi is a dunce, but everyone's OOC.) Love ya, see ya, bye now."
Love ya, see ya, bye now is my closing for every phone call. I do not love Yugi. He's got Yami for that.
Sigh, I do miss him. Wonder how he's doing.
Seto POV
I was typing on my laptop for the sixteenth straight hour when...
RING! RING!
"Seto Kaiba."
"Moshi, Moshi. It's Yugi."
"Yes?"
"Can you come to my house tomorrow? Around... um... three or so?"
"Why?"
"Please?"
"Fine. I have to work."
I slammed the phone down. What the heck was going on so he wouldn't tell me what's going on? Click, click.
Ryou POV
RING, RING!
"Bakura, get your mouth off my neck. Someone's calling."
Bakura and I were involved in a make out session on the couch. I tried to push him off me, but he just grabbed the phone from the table and hit the on button. He shoved it in my ... hand and went back to my neck.
"Moshi, moshi?" I greeted.
"Hey, Ryou. How's it going with Bakura." Yugi teased.
"Um..." I moaned, "Good. Is there a point? I'm in the middle of... uh... my neck is..."
"Party, three P.M., my house. Honda's coming home."
"Oh, really?"
"Yep!" Yugi replied.
"Gotta... moan... go." I said, hanging up.
Malik POV
I was putting a dead squirrel in the blender when...
KNOCK, KNOCK! (A/N: Gotcha there.)
"Coming!" I screamed. My yami peeked at the door from the couch. He is a couch potato. But all boyfriends have faults.
I opened the door... and slammed it shut again.
"Oh, open up!" Yami screamed.
"What do you want pharaoh?" I yelled back.
"Yugi wants to invite you over tomorrow at three for a party."
"I'll bring the beer." My yami suggested.
"Thank Ra. Yugi wouldn't let me bring beer." Yami whined.
"We see who's dominant now." I teased.
Honda POV
(Next Day, um, 3:00 P.M.)
I'm glad to be at the airport. Domino is only a half an hour away. And boy, did I look good. Based on the amount of numbers I have in my pocket, I'd say the make over was successful.
I went to my motorbike and strapped on the helmet. I drove it ot the ticket collector. I pulled out forty bucks.
The ticket collector looked me over.
"Hey, handsome," the woman purred. "Just go, I'm sure no one will mind."
"But you'll get fired."
"No one would fire Mai Valentine!" The woman said. I looked at her closely. It was Mai!
"It's good to see an old friend!" I cheered.
"My, god, Honda? Is that you?"
"Yep. Do I look okay?"
"I'm jealous you look so good. Now, go on. Yugi's expecting you."
Fast forward to arrival at Yugi's house.
I walked up the stairs and knocked on the door at three thirty.
Yugi opened the door & . . .
TO BE CONTINUED...
RKG: That only took like twenty minutes to type.