Down South
Summary: ...And she never did like cowboys.
Dreamshipping-Asuka x Johan. Ok, now my internet is back up, expect some regular updates. We're now slightly past half way. 5 more chapters roughly after this. This is quite a detailed chapter, as in not as much dialogue as usual.
Sunlight cast its radiance over Duel Academia, seeping purposely through the nurse's window to poke Fubuki in the eye. The aforementioned made a gurgling sound and tossed and turned, completely messing up the sheets Mrs. Fuji had painstakingly straightened by hand.
The sun persisted, and eventually Fubuki rolled off his kind of comfortable bed onto the not so comfortable floor.
His back throbbed, and he considered it pretty much his back's way of yawning...until the pain knocked him from his sleep induced stupor and he let out a howl, hopping to his feet...
Only to grace the floor with his rear.
"Oh. Is that your natural habitat?" a voice sneered from nearby.
Fubuki's brow went through the motion of twitching, as he turned his head to the source of the deep voice.
Takei, with his frizzled brown red hair always over his evil greyish eyes so you couldn't tell what misdeeds he was planning (most likely involving Asuka and unmentionable items), had the audacity to smirk from his bed.
"Oh forgive me. I have a bad habit of waking rats early morning," was the hissed response.
"At least I'm not a snake," he explained with that smirky smirk of his smirking its way continuously up his face.
They'd be on decent terms last night, Fubuki vaguely recalled in his raging mind as he struggled to reach his feet, hoping to intimidate Takei with his minuscule height advantage.
It was when Fubuki had been constantly bugged by the insomniac rat about Asuka when their decent terms had crumbled.
He'd thrown a pillow at Takei and had not only been rendered pillowless by a simple mistake, but had had to hit a bullseye and wallop Takei's bedside table, which contained the boy's lamp and water.
Of course, the not-targeted-but-still-somehow-hit-objects made their way to their respective destinations; the water to the floor and the lamp to Takei's eye.
While Takei was in for some reason Fubuki had yet to decipher, he hadn't appreciated being temporarily blinded by Fubuki's spectacular aim.
Had he not been attempting to guard his 'treasures' and such from enraged, flailing sticks which he gathered were Takei's legs, he would have pointed out the wonderfully stained carpet and jubilantly declared:
"Takei's sure done a number on the floor; a number one, that is!"
But as fate had it, he wound up coughing and gagging while trying to sleep, and getting yelled at Takei-whose fault it was in the first place-to stop choking and shut up.
It wasn't like he'd asked Takei to shove his foot in his mouth.
And so here Fubuki was, standing right in front of the room's other occupant with a glare on his features. He received a similar look from the mentioned, and the two proceeded to have a staring contest until the entrance to their room swung open.
Wide eyed with fear, the two's contest became ended as Mrs. Fuji stood there, looking positively vulgar and irate.
"Ok. Which one of you spray painted "Mrs. Fuji broke Mt. Fuji" on my office door?"
Instead of protesting their innocence, which, surprisingly both possessed, they broke into a fit of giggles and exchanged looks.
Mrs. Fuji, who did not share in their enthusiastic giggles, drew her brows together.
The two males jumped to alert when her hand disappeared behind her back.
"Ah, Mrs. Fuji," Takei began quickly, "what are-?"
"Ok boys. Both of you confess before I...interrogate you."
Ryo was baffled, but could not for the life of him deny he was relieved. He had not gotten any calls from Fubuki, and he'd been up waiting for a whole four minutes for the Blizzard Prince to check up on the 'couple's'-his-progress.
The faint stirrings of anger whirled in his gut. He'd gotten up four minutes early so Fubuki would not have the satisfaction of waking him, but the jerk hadn't even bothered to ring. The nerve!
Bleary eyed, the azure headed boy turned his attention to his digital clock-which he'd had to personally bring, because analogue angered him when it warped the actual time with its reading difficulty early morning-and the red digits practically blinded him.
Six twenty two. In. The. Morning.
Too early for him and Kaiser.
His early morning mind moaning was cut short by a horrific snore tearing through his concentration. Blinking, his eyes surveyed the cramped room until he found the source of the monstrous enemy of peace and quiet.
"Eggbread, remember...Asuka...!" the European mumbled out with something Ryo guessed was determination...promptly discarded when Johan's face muscles relaxed and another snore blew up the silence like a grenade.
Hell, he wasn't getting to sleep.
With a hearty sigh, he slipped out of his bed. The cold joyfully ensnared whatever bare piece of flesh it could find, and found it was triumphant when Ryo shivered.
By the time Ryo was by the door, he contemplated traversing the seemingly endless path back to his bed to retrieve his coat.
Another snore from Johan told him to bugger off and stay away until around ten.
Ryo complied.
Asuka wasn't exactly getting her beauty sleep either.
Now, none of her friends snored, which was a Godsend in itself, because she was very sensitive to sounds like that for some reason.
But...she had to share a bed with Momoe, because the owners of the place were not liable for 'extra baggage' like Momoe and Junko.
She'd inwardly begged for Junko, but Momoe had happily volunteered before she could beg the red haired girl. So, she was left hanging her head in despair while Junko laughed from a distance. Luckily, Momoe was as dense as a blind brick.
Asuka let out a mouthed yelp as her arms and legs waved frantically, searching for something to cling to.
She, however, ended up on the floor, much her brother did back when they were young and sharing a bed.
And, her head was in a rather large amount of pain from being forcefully-but not surprisingly-kicked.
"And you said you weren't like your brother," she heard a muffled chuckle from Junko.
"Asuka!" Momoe's admonishing voice sounded. "What are you doing fooling around like that so early? It's half six; half six you heathen. Get back here!"
Asuka debated whether going back or not was a good idea, before she cast Junko and Momoe a dubious look.
"Um...hey," she suddenly said, becoming distracted, "it's quite cold, isn't it?"
"Yes. All the more reason to hurry yourself back here," Momoe said dryly.
"Actually, I think the cold has roused me from sleep," Asuka explained, drawing her fingers through her ruffled hair. It'd have to be meeting the brush soon, and in turn the hotel would have to be meeting short, pained yelps.
"Or your head has had too much of a wild time in bed," Junko giggled from her lair.
"You have a headache?" Momoe asked doubtfully, doing her best elegant raise of an eyebrow she'd spent three and a half hours plucking. "Isn't it better to get into blankets then?"
"I need the toilet," Asuka murmured, jumping to her feet.
"Hey! Getting up so suddenly isn't gonna help your headache!" Momoe yelled.
"Stop yelling! She's got a headache!" Junko countered, hiding the laugh in her voice.
"You're the one yelling!"
"No; you are!"
Asuka rolled her eyes, before reaching for the door handle and pushing it down. She really did need the toilet, but it happened to be all the way down the end of the second floor.
"No! Leave the eggbread alone you demon! Asuka! No! Don't go near that chef! He doesn't have eggbread! He's lyi-" Johan promptly threw head forward, hanging it low. His chest was heaving and sweat was making tracks down his skin. He looked up to the ceiling mournfully. "Last time I have eggbread before sleep," he muttered. His stomach growled and he grinned, patting it. "Well, looks like I'm still hungry. Anywho, my hungry stomach isn't gonna let me sleep, so I better go shut it up."
He cast his blanket to the side, but when his feet touched the ground he immediately brought them back to the bed. "Wow. I guess it's not helped by the fact I'm practically allergic to the cold without food in my stomach."
He braved the cold floor and hopped across the ground, pulling the door handle down quickly. When he was met by the carpeted floor of the hall, he let out a sigh of relief. He allowed his feet to warm a bit, flinching as the cool temperature spread fully through his feet, before his face muscles relaxed as the warmth covered the cold.
"I hope some of the good stuff is left," he said to himself, smiling at what his food deprived mind conjured up. Eggbread with salami? Eggbread with jam? Eggbread and- "Eggbread? Why is that on my mind so much?" he wondered aloud.
"Because it's your and Asuka's love symbol," a voice explained in a completely serious tone.
Johan blinked and turned around to be greeted by Ryo's stoic face. The European completely blanked at him, before grinning and walking over.
"I can tell you need some eggbread."
"No, I don't," he responded.
"Then why are you acting insane?"
"Why won't you just fall in love with Asuka?"
Johan stepped back at this, surveying Ryo with an incredulous tint to his gaze.
"Why does everyone think that? Some mean guy thought she was pregnant and that we were naughty young adults. It was so embarrassing. I think Asuka was more mortified than me."
"Well...you two look like a nice couple..."
"That might be so, but only in a few people's opinions. The fact of the matter is neither of us want to be a couple," Johan sighed angrily.
"How do you know Asuka doesn't want it? How do you know she isn't struggling with inner turmoil and trying to get past the "I love only dueling phase"? Are you her?" Ryo shot back, smirking at bit when Johan's face coloured.
"Well, of course I'm not her, but...I mean...she hasn't made any outward hints that she likes me...so..."
"Or could it be that you're annoyingly oblivious and the implications are actually very obvious."
Johan merely blushed harder and tried to formulate a defence.
"Asuka just doesn't give off any vibe that she likes me like that," he told Ryo meekly. The addressed slowly arched an eyebrow.
"Right...you just keep telling yourself that," he said in an almost sympathetic manner, patting Johan on the shoulder.
Johan's facial muscles tensed a bit at the comment, before they loosened once more at the coughing sound Ryo made.
"What?" he enquired.
Ryo gave him an annoyed look.
"I've got a craving for eggbread now, with all this Asuka talk."
"So, you practically told Johan that Asuka likes him!? Ryo, that's not the way! What happened to those suave move I taught you!? What about the class of being subtle!?"
"I remember pointedly telling you I wasn't paying attention," the aforementioned claimed from the other end of the small device. Fubuki made a face, before leaning back and smiling.
"So...do you think you've frazzled Johan enough? Do you think he's gonna spend every waking moment contemplating his feelings?"
Ryo glanced at Johan, who was currently eating food so fast he looked like he was inhaling it.
"Urh, give him some time."
END PART VII