Ecoshipping (Insector Haga/Kajiki Ryota)
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The most frustrating thing was that this guy didn't seem to know when to take an insult when it was meant to be one.
"I didn't come all this way just to hang out with the club of washed up has-beens," Haga said viciously, trying to put every inch of venom he could into his voice.
But the ever grinning fish duelist just barked out a huge belly laugh.
"Hah! Was that a pun? Cause we're on the ocean? Washed up?"
"Oh my god."
Haga slumped back against the railing of the boat, more than irritated that he had gotten stuck talking to this second-rate duelist. He didn't even remember the kid's name—he hadn't been in any tournaments that Haga knew of, so Haga wasn't sure what he was doing en route to Duelist Kingdom. Dammit, he had come out on deck because he wanted to see if he couldn't get Mutou Yugi on his own and take stock of the kid that had defeated Kaiba Seto, but now he was stuck chatting with this dumb porcupine head.
The boy in question thrust his hand out to Haga.
"You're Haga-kun, right?" he said. "I'm Kajiki Ryota! I saw your win at the Japanese nationals!"
"Charmed," Haga said dryly, without accepting the handshake.
The young man's smile half dropped, but he let his hand drop away and seemed to ignore the fact that he had been ignored.
"I hope I'll get a chance to match my ocean creatures against your insects," he said with a wink. "So don't get yourself disqualified too early!"
"Speak for yourself," Haga said. He folded his arms—and then he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. Ah! That must be him, Mutou Yugi! Perfect timing. "If you'll excuse me."
"Course," Kajiki said, nodding. "I'll see you on the island side—good luck!"
Haga snorted as he gratefully turned his back on the second-rate duelist. As if heof all people needed luck.
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A/N: I'm sick of writing Haga, save me from my suffering. Next is Eclipseshipping (Marik x Yami Marik), formerly known as Bronzeshipping.
