Down South
Summary: ...And she never did like cowboys.
Dreamshipping-Asuka x Johan. I never figured I'd like a pairing made of pure crack, but I quite like Judai and Asuka, which is very similar. It's a something part mini story I'm doing, because I think this pairing is cute. Does anyone else like it I wonder? Reviews would be nice : )
On another note, when you've finished this...
"Urh," was the first coherent thing out of Fubuki as he awoke. The sun snickered when it found the man moaning in the affects of a hangover. It took special note of Fubuki's obvious dislike for it shining in his eyes, so it made sure it invaded them.
As for the zany duelist himself, he wasn't sure what to do. All he remembered about last night was Johan, Asuka, Ryo, which corner? and a very, very angry blonde rousing him from the confines of dreamland.
He hadn't appreciated the interruption, and in the haze of drunkeness, he thought it was perfectly fine to pointedly tell the person who was glaring at him with murderous intent that "I was having a nice dream! Lotsa girls...then you ruined it. I hope you apolo-"
Then he'd been knocked asunder by something small, curled and blue.
Asuka's hand, but he didn't know that yet.
"Guh!" he alerted the world, crawling out of his bed. His head was spinning and throbbing, and his beautiful face hurt. It seemed whoever had pwned him had quite the strong hit.
"I can't take this! Ryooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" he slurred.
On cue, the tall man who was visiting the academy appeared, not finding the need to disguise his smirk.
Fubuki really wasn't happy with today.
"What's with your mouth! Why don't you try smiling like a nice person! It's either a scowl or a smirk with you, and neither is particularly warm!"
This did one of two things.
It had the reverse affect of its request, but it did prove Fubuki right. Ryo's mouth immediately curved downwards, and his eyes narrowed.
Obviously, in consequence, Ryo was unhappy, and he figured out despite his state he was going to be roughly handled.
His face was ruined. As long as no one hit below the belt, he'd live. After all, when he was famous, he'd splash money on a redo. Though, in his opinion, technology could never perfectly restore the face that was Tenjoin Fubuki.
Which was currently quite heavily pressing against the ground. Its occupation was a resting stool for Marufuji Ryo's foot.
"Oh, so it was Asuka who completely owned me. Geez, there goes my pride. Of all the girls to knock out I, Tenjoin Fubuki, it's my little, sweet, calm sister..."
"Who when provoked is a demon," Ryo said.
"No need to remind me...or my face," he sniffed, rubbing his left cheek.
His companion chose not to reply verbally and rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Ryo, you're not usually too violent, unless you're Hell Kaiser'd...which you weren't this morning, were you? That would explain a lot..."
"Actually, I'm just Marufuji Ryo, and if I, along with the rest of the Academy do not get sleep, get quite cranky. If I was...'Hell Kaiser'd' as you put it, I would have suffocated you with my foot and stamped on your chest. I may have possibly searched for a weapon, but by then I may have had a heart attack. Too much STRAIN," he grumbled, looking sternly at Fubuki.
Oblivious (or politely choosing to decline Ryo's hintings) the Blizzard Prince blinked.
"Why didn't Duel Academy get enough sleep?"
"Why do you think your fangirls are squealing and glaring at you?"
Fubuki paused and scanned the area. Certainly under the sun of early morning, some girls' eyes were trained on him, but there was irritation.
Despair was left in this revelation's wake.
"NO! Why are my girls so depressed?!"
"Well, someone's sleep blubbering was so loud we had no sleep."
Fubuki tried to process this information, and finally he understood.
"Ha, does Asuka still cry in her sleep about that card she burnt?"
"...No, she doesn't. Look, after Asuka knock...helped you to relax, she toss...gave you to me and I flung...gently placed you back on your own bed..."
"How did I wind up in Asuka's bed in the first place?"
Ryo made slight coughing noises.
"Well..."
"Johaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Johaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Where for art thou noble cowboy?!"
The...cowboy blinked, vaguely recognizing the voice. And then he was stumped, combing fingers through his wild blue spikes.
"Cowboy?" he wondered aloud,
"Fubuki, I advise you go back to sleep before I get Asuka again..."
"HA! Like she-"
"Brother!"
"GAH! IT'S HER! RYO, I'M SCARED! PROTECT ME WITH THE SECURITY OF YOUR EMBRACE!"
"What the...?! Fubuki, get off me before I do something VERY awkward to your arms."
Johan giggled, moving closer so he could eavesdrop on the conversation. It was dark, and he couldn't see too much, but he knew the people by their outlines.
"Brother, I thought I knocked you out."
"You did! Just because you wanted to have some alcohol!"
"Excuse me? I was heading for bed, but then decided against it so I could check on you, and the first thing that greeted me when I came was you and your flailing arms."
"YOU TRIED TO STEAL MY ALCOHOL!"
"What alcohol?! You were salivating on the egg bread I was eating!"
Johan blanked, before a grin bloomed on his face. He'd given her that eggbread, and it had lead to so much fun!
"Look you two, I think-"
"OH MY GOD RYO! HERE YOU GO AGAIN! BUTTING IN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE TORMENT I'VE BEEN CONCEALING?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MY SOUL DEFLATED AND SHRIVELLED AND RESEMBLED PROFESSOR CHRONOS' SKIN?"
"...Brother, I don't think ANY of us want to know. Now..." Asuka made a slight movement, and Johan noted she had clamped her hands on her brother's arms.
He took this as harassment, and then, he recalled Ryo was touching him.
The only things he didn't seem to remember was that neither Ryo or Asuka would actually kill him, and that he was attached to Ryo because he had wanted the 'security of his embrace'.
"AH! YOU GUYS ARE GONNA GANG UP ON ME! I-"
Fubuki fell to the ground again, his soft snores starting.
Johan heard two exasperated sighs, which were perfectly in sync with one another.
Had they had a lot of practice doing that? It was kinda creepy.
"Shall we leave him?" Ryo ventured, turning somewhat so Asuka could see his eyes.
Or, attempt to see them, which she could not in the darkness, but she knew what he was getting at.
She gave a brief nod.
"I'm sure someone will spare his soul. Or..." She shrugged. "The sand on the beach is soft enough."
As the two figures walked away, there was a noise.
A dull thud, indicating something had dropped into the sand sounded.
Asuka and Ryo halted, confusion gracing their features.
"Did you drop something?" she queried. "Because I have nothing."
"Oh...yes." In particular, this something was FUBUKI'S, and Asuka would not be amused if she saw it. "I'll get it."
He crouched down on one knee, waited, and then his eyes flitted upwards to view Asuka waiting patiently, arms crossed.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm gonna be a while. I can't see," he explained, beginning to spread his fingers along the sand.
"Ah." His sharp ears detected the shifting of sand as knees nudged their way along.
"Asuka, you should go and get some rest," he advised, heart pace picking up a notch when he felt her next to him. What if she...? Oh God, his heart couldn't handle this now. Stupid Fubuki.
Her laughter, which Johan considered vibrant, sincere and melodious, filled the night air.
"Oh, I think I can live a little longer."
"No...you need rest."
"Any reason?"
"As Johan's leaving early. You don't wanna miss him right?"
Johan suddenly felt quite glum, and then felt even worse when Asuka's greyish amber eyes swung down to the ground.
"Ah...um, Ryo? How do you know?"
"He told me."
"Ok..."
Johan blinked.
He didn't even remember speaking to Ryo.
"Asuka, get some sleep."
"Johan said he would try and stay longer."
"Don't get your hopes up," Ryo countered bluntly. He felt a tad guilty when her eyes wavered with emotion, but he had enough sense to know that the feeling of utter pain he would endure if Asuka's hands grabbed that book would be far too much in terms of compensation.
"Right...sorry Ryo."
"You don't need to apologize for anything. Just get some rest Asuka," he said in a softer tone.
She sighed again, and with a short nod rose to her feet. She dusted the sand off of herself and bid Ryu farewell.
It didn't take long for him to find it, but much to his chagrin, he found Asuka loitering around the beach, and perhaps sulking, which was not her style.
Feeling a dash of regret, he made his way towards her. However, before he reached her and talked to her, he glimpsed a shock of blue.
When he turned, he saw Johan standing over an unconscious Fubuki, smiling.
"Aww, you fainted. Don't worry Fubuki, I'm sure they're gonna come back. But...hey, I'll take you to Asuka's room. She told me it was open when I asked why tons of boys were lurking around the Obelisk Blue area. I'm sure she'll take care of you!"
And with that, he hoisted the man onto his back, and, with a grunt, began his trek to Obelisk Blue. He was pretty sure Momo and Junko would allow Fubuki in.
That guy was sure naive...and Ryo was restraining his laughter.
Seeing Asuka glancing his way expectantly, his slow steps turned into brisk ones.
A little chit-chat to stall wouldn't hurt, would it?
"You scheming bully. And geez, Asuka knocked me out twice? Damn, no wonder my face is so mutilated. Why does she and her impeccable aim always go there?"
"Because internal pain is as fun as physical pain," Ryu taunted.
"Hmm. Well, anyways, we have to get everything back together."
"We?" Ryo asked incredulously.
Fubuki surveyed him, brow arched as if saying 'Of course. What's with that tone? Are you craaaaaaaaaazy?'
He would be soon.
Nearly as much as-
No, no.
NO ONE could ever be as crazy as Tenjoin Fubuki.
It was morning.
To Asuka, that meant a number of things.
It meant she would have to wake up, which she wasn't sure she wanted to, considering there was only a fifty fifty chance of him staying longer.
Why did it hurt so much though?
'Look,' she chided herself, 'stop acting like this before your heart gives out from the pain. It's only Johan...and besides, I'll see him again...'
Her heart thudded painfully against her chest, and a swarm of something uncomfortable raced about in her stomach.
'In...'
"Awhile," she said, finishing her mind's thoughts aloud.
She sighed heavily, squinting up towards the sun.
Asuka inhaled deeply and then exhaled, repeating a few times.
She could just not get over this boy did to her.
"God, I've never..."
"Asuka!"
She was jolted out of her musings by a very familiar and both wanted and undesired voice.
Her poor heart constricted and assaulted her ribcage even harder.
She groaned inwardly and placed a hand against her chest, hoping to calm it.
Laughter rang in the air.
"Hey, are you playing drums behind my back?"
Oh God, it was THAT LOUD?
"I've never been too good at music," Asuka confessed, hoping that would end the subject.
Johan's cheery expression faltered a bit, before his facial features relaxed into his normal expression.
"I bet you had an eventful evening after you left me," Johan said suggestively.
Asuka frowned and shook her head.
'Yup. Fubuki trying to eat something I was eating, hitting him, thinking of you, yelling, hitting Fubuki again, talking with Ryo...hearing strange things...staying up due to agonizing thoughts of...'
"Nothing much happened," she replied, absolutely contradicting her thoughts.
Luckily, she could not see the grin that said Johan knew she was lying through her rather nice teeth. Sure, he hadn't gazed at them, but they were healthly and white.
"So..." She had to know now. "I...you...what did they...?"
Her heart starting playing as drums once again, her blood boiling in response, head swimming.
His hands were pocketed.
Her heart was relentless.
"Ah. I..." His voice was utterly calm.
Her heart sped and sped-
"I must go."
"A-ah."
And stopped.
END PART III