Fear and Loathing in Grandopolis
Author's Note: Titled after the 1998 film, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. You know how there are all these gritty reimaginings or sequels to children's media nowadays? This is a "What-If" written in that vein. What if the series got an R-rated follow-up, set long after it ended? Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! SEVENS series.
Pairing: Luke x Hunt.
Summary:
Yu-Gi-Oh! SEVENS, but not how you remember it.
Chapter 4: Postscript
"Sometimes, you can be a real Jurassic p –"
Hunt giggled.
"What are you giggling about?" Luke gave Hunt a confused look.
"Trying to predict what you were going to say after Jurassic."
"Phony. I was going to say phony."
"Only sometimes, hakutsu?"
"What? I was being civil. Would you like it if I said it how everyone else thinks of you?"
"What does everyone else think of me?"
"That you're a Jurassic piece of shit."
"Shit, hakutsu!" Hunt pretended to be traumatized. "I've been compared to dinosaur poop!"
"Help me unpack, will ya?" Luke exhaled his frustration.
"New place…New bed..." Hunt swept the surfaces of the boxes, but didn't open them. "You know what they say about new beds, hakutsu!"
"No, what?"
This was Luke, so Hunt didn't put it past him to be the last dino to die off because he slept through the asteroid colliding with Earth.
"I'm still not wearing any underwear!" he teased.
"Yeah, nope! And put some on already!"
"C'mon! We haven't had fun since the airport, hakutsu!"
"That was only an hour ago, Hunt! And we…I didn't do anything!"
"I'm a very needy customer, hakutsu-hu-hu-hu!" And you totally did, Luke-san! You stuck your hand in there, you carnivore!"
"God, I married a comedian!"
It was still sinking in he and Hunt were actually married. They had their hands so deep in the pile of dino dung idiot-sitting Roa, he hadn't paused and reflected, Shit, that happened!
"I'm changing my statement. Sometimes, you're a real Jurassic prick, Hunt!"
"Hmph! I've got a Jurassic pri –"
Luke ripped off his reading glasses and showed Hunt red. Devil red.
"Eep."
"Hunt…"
"Help! A sexy librarian is attacking me, hakutsu!"
Seriously, universe! Luke and reading glasses? Did Hunt win the lotto?
Unpacking would have to wait, clearly.
Clearly, making the bed was too complicated for just one person!
…
"Why are you looking through my phone?"
"Your sister found out."
"Found out what?"
"That you got hitched in Grandopolis. All these texts are from her, hakutsu."
Extinction-level event coming their way?
"If Oneechan calls, you answer!"
"I'm your husband, not your secretary, hakutsu!"