A Japanese Weresheep in Mutsuba Town
Author's Note: Time for a new pairing! Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! GO RUSH! series.
Pairing: Developing Yuhi x Chupataro.
Summary:
There are some forms of alien activity even MIK turns a blind eye to. The truly alien activity between Chupataro and Ohdo Yuhi, for instance.
Chapter 25: Ever Notice All the Bad Guys We Adopt?
"Mokeida-kun!" Yuhi sprinted across the Great King of Terror's throne room to reach his new friend, the space dinosaur now impounded in a block of ice. "Mokeida-kun! We just promised that we'd build plastic models and read manga together!"
"Y-Yuhi!" Yuamu appeared even more mortified than her brother. "Is that –?"
Yuhi's fists squeaked sliding down Mokeida's cage. Among the gelid stalagmites farther out behind Mokeida, there was a gallery (for lack of a better word) of ice blocks like the slab Mokeida was trapped in, and one of them contained someone Yuhi knew all too well.
"Oh no…CHUPATARO! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!" Yuhi panted up to him and pressed his forehead to the frigid coffin. His heart had shattered into tiny pieces after the mist from the Great King of Terror's mystery box engulfed Mokeida. It couldn't survive losing Chupataro too!
This was the "friendship" the Great King spoke of? What was in the box?
"Wait a sec, Yuhi!"
"Chupataro…Why didn't you stay home? After I specifically told you not to come!" Yuhi's tears streamed off his face and onto Chupataro's involuntary casket.
"Wait a sec, Yuhi!" Yuamu repeated herself.
"Yuamu, WHAT? Chupataro, he's –! He's –!"
"I don't think that's really…Look who's next to Chupataro-kun!"
"Next to Chupataro?"
Who was in the ice block next to Chupataro? Another someone Yuhi knew all too well as well.
A magical sheep girl.
"HUH? Me-Meeeg-chan? Which means this isn't my…This isn't our Chupataro!"
SAFE!
"Ehhhhhhh, this isn't our Chupataro!" Yuhi jumped back. He held the talk button down on his UTS walkie. "Chupataro? Chupataro, are ya there?"
"Chupa, chupa? What do you need, chupa?"
"CHUPATARO! ARE YA OKAY? ARE YA ALIVE?"
"Last time Chupa checked, chupa. Why, chupa?"
"Wheew! So the Chupataro I found isn't you!"
"What are you babbling about, cabra?"
"On the Great King of Terror's ship! I thought he froze you stiff, but it's jerkier you and Meeeg-chan!"
"Original Chupa and Meeeg-chan, chupa?"
"Yeah! Damn, Yuamu scared the heck out of me! Manya just duelled this amazing dude I met! We were supposed to build plastic models and read manga together, but the Great King of Terror actually froze a member of his own team!"
"Indeed, the manga! I finally remembered!" Yudias had an epiphany. "Yuhi! Do you remember the manga we received in the Coruffium?"
"Eh? Uh, Mr. Universe and The Bestest and Meanest Old Man from Outer Space, right?"
"Correct! The*Luge! Are you not the author of Mr. Universe?"
Yuhi, Yuna, Manabu, Bochi, Yuamu, and Manya trained their eyes on The*Luge hot on the heels of Yudias' accusation (cold though they were).
The Great King of Terror turned and nodded, replying with a nonchalant "Yup."
…
In the tent the UTS8 installed outside UTS, Yuhi was standing in nothing but his headset and boxers beside Yuamu, Yuna, Yudias, and Chupataro. Whereas Yuamu wasn't keen on them pushing the limits of their water and gas budget, Yuna had the funds (significantly more than Chupataro) to make her stinginess go away. Every heater, heat lamp, and heating range the UTS8 could find was arranged in a circle with Rovian and Mokeida in the center and on full blast, which was why Yuhi had swapped out his winter clothes for the extreme flipside.
They were still trying unsuccessfully to defrost Rovian, and failing to defrost Mokeida now too.
"You brought the bad guy home with you, chupa?"
"We tend to do that a lot." Yuhi's gaze flitted from Chupataro, to Mokeida, to Rovian, to Yuna.
"It is almost as if they have been frozen in dolomite or immobilized like the shrunken foes of The*Mokeida Mbembe!"
"Yudias, those weren't other aliens. They were plastic models. DIY." Yuamu was through correcting him. She said she wouldn't correct him a fourth time, yet here they were! She doubted her explanation would stick.
"By the way, who's this The*Mokele Mbembe anyway, chupa?" Chupataro harumphed.
"The Mokeida*Mbembe." Yuamu was the correction queen today, apparently.
"Uh oh! Trouble in paradise!" Yuna backhanded Yuhi with an implicit "O~hohoho!"
"What?"
"He's a reptile, he's a reptile!" Yuna singsonged, pointing the finger at Chupataro, then Mokeida. "And both otaku! You have a type, that much isn't up for debate!"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" Yuhi refuted the very suggestion. "I'm a one-alien man! Chupataro, y'know I wouldn't cheat on ya, dontcha?"
He knew Yuhi wouldn't cheat, but he was having fun getting revenge on Yuhi for making fun of him accidentally broaching the topic of walking down the aisle.
"You did invite him over to your house for a playdate, chupa! Chupa's relieved he didn't show you any more models, cabra!"
"Playdate! Not date! I don't have to stand here and take this!" Yuhi trudged through the white flap into the white snow.
"Three, two, one…" Yuna counted down.
"AHHH, CRAPPPP! I forgot it's below zero out here!" Yuhi yelped, rickety knees shaking. Sweating in his underwear one minute, then freezing his tail off the next.
Chupataro laughed and yanked him back into the tent where it was toasty. "Idiot, chupa."
"Coyote ba-ba-ba-bastard!"
"The heaters aren't doing anything. We should try something else!" Yuamu refocused them on the problem that needed solving.
Yuhi reabsorbed the surrounding heat and puffed steam out of his nose. "We gotta defeat the Great King of Terror pronto! If not, we'll all be snowmen this time the day after tomorrow!"
"That's obvious! Since it's come to this, I'll –!" Yuna began to leave.
"Yuna-chan?"
"If my blazing heart won't melt that ice, I must search for another way!"