Angel Dust

Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! GX series.

Pairing: Established Judai x Motegi.

Summary:

Motegi Mokeo's light as a feather.


Judai was not the person to be questioning Motegi's sleeping habits. After Motegi, there was a high likelihood Judai was Duel Academia's second best sleeper, raw winks tallied. But if Motegi didn't rise from his true definition of a power nap soon, he wouldn't eat. And that would be bad, since he'd be more skin and bones than the pale jelly-bodied sleep proponent he unmistakably was already.

He'd be even further from his official school placement's namesake God Card.

Take this fact and combine it with a not at all concerning capacity to sleep as much as twenty-two hours a day ("koala amounts," Hayato once told Judai), it was no accident the functional narcoleptic was so thin and tired all day. All that sleep had atrophied his muscles, giving his limbs and posture a perpetually slack and slouched appearance.

Banging pots and pans, explosions, and a heavy robot exoskeleton dropped on the island couldn't be depended upon to startle Motegi. You had to talk his eyes partway open with the hope of something that'd retain his curiosity.

For Professor Cronos, the hook he promised Motegi had been a Duel with Judai, a Duelist Motegi had a hunch hung loose with Duel Monster Spirits.

And for Judai, the fix was also (one degree from) himself!

"Mmm, this eggwich is tasty! It'd be a shame if Motegi doesn't wake up and share it with me!"

Eyes ever closed, Motegi followed the stray noise to the groove of Judai's shoulder like a cartoon hobo following the vapours of a meal. His three identical spirit partners heave-hoed underneath him, puffing red to lift him off his back while flapping their six tiny wings.

Motegi bit into the yolk of the eggwich Judai held up to him, eyes still closed. It was like he was on some wonderful drug, on the roof – Judai's secret scene where nobody'd know to search for them.

No, wait. He forgot.

They knew.

Everybody knew where Judai went to ditch, so they'd know he and Judai were sharin' the love.

Oh well. Let your freak flag fly.

Do like Mokey Mokey and don't be mopey mopey.