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 44: Voice
"Man, how are Chupataro and Yuamu both messier than me? This is the fourth yakitori stick I've thrown out!" Yuhi huffed in face mask, apron, bandana, and rubber gloves, disposing of the used skewer in his garbage bag.
The apartment floor was a meadow of oversized cotton balls, which made tidying up Chupataro's room a daunting chore. Since there was only so much clutter Yuhi could stand around and swallow (and believe him, he was trying desperately not to swallow thanks to the smell!), Chupataro had granted Yuhi permission to do with the trash as he chose while he was fetching them supper, on the condition Yuhi only throw out actual trash.
It was open season, but – jo jon du – what miracle would it take for Chupataro to be less a slob?
Yuhi had to watch where he put his feet because one misstep, and he would be flat on his back!
On the plus side, if he took a plunge, he'd have dozens of downy pink poof balls to cushion his fall.
Although the apartment carried on an unhealthy tribute to Meeeg-chan, Chupataro had furnished his one-room dwelling with a healthy display of his love for Yuhi as well: woolly photo frames with pictures of them goofing off at UTS; a flip pad Yuhi drew and redrew on that Chupataro kept from their time working on the Magical Sheep Girl Meeeg-chan anime; and the figure of Magical Sheep Crossdresser Yuhi that Chupataro received from The*Mokeida Mbembe.
Love. Yes. This was Chupataro's love.
All and all, Yuhi was content with the amount of representation he was getting.
"Let's make tons of memories, Chupataro!" Yuhi made himself happy. "Huh? What's this? A tape recorder?"
It'd jabbed his foot. There was still a cassette inside like the one he ripped out of the cardboard boombox Zomyoji-san whipped together for him when he scored a 75 as London's Arts Angel Metal Position during summoning chant training.
Yuhi pressed play, and made himself sad.
Chupataro found Yuhi with his knees hugged to his chest in a corner.
"Yuhi?"
Yuhi dragged himself up and limped out of Chupataro's apartment, taking the recorder with him.
All was unwell between them for a day. Whatever was on the cassette had been demoralizing for Yuhi.
"Is that Chupa's tape recorder, cabra?"
"Chupataro…Can you explain to me what this is?" Yuhi pressed play again. Again.
"It's okay. I don't know how many years it will take, but we'll see each other again for sure. I'm really sorry…for leaving you by yourself. No matter how much time passes, I'll never stop loving you."
The recording ended with a click, the play button lifting with Yuhi's thumb. In place of the voice on the tape that was undeniably Chupataro's, there followed yet another bout of silence, excruciating for Yuhi, and dang confusing for Chupataro.
"It's just Chupa's voice sample for Mutsuba Radio, chupa!"
"Mutsuba…Radio?"
"Venus Ganiko said on Chupa's drive with Manya the other day that listeners could send in their tapes for a skit she wrote, and the best one gets signed by KENN Production, chupa!"
"Wait…So this isn't…"
"Chu?"
"This isn't you practicin' breaking up with me?"
"CHUPA? Break up with you? Chupa's not breaking up with you, chupa!"
Yuhi faceplanted in bed. He felt like bashing his head against the wall, but his bed exacted a lighter toll. Physical, of course, but also monetary: Yuamu wouldn't relent until he reimbursed her for the wall.
He was already waiving three snacks a month to trade Decks with her. Reach into his Buten bank, and he wouldn't be able to afford replacement goodies out of pocket!
"Chuchu! You squandered a DAY thinking Chupa's throwing you out with the trash, cabra?"
Yuhi cussed into his pillow, at which point Chupataro de-botted and rubbed that soothing tract of Yuhi's hair with his claws.
"No chupas and no cabras weren't a dead giveaway, chupa?"
How did I –? Yuhi should have picked up on that. "I really thought you were –!"
"Chupa wouldn't leave you, chupa! A hunk of your Earthdamar is inside Chupataro, chupa! We're basically soulmates, cabra!"
"Using your logic, Zuwijo would be my soulmate!"
"Ohh? Chupa will tell Yudias, and we can double date, chupa!"
"IDIOTTTT! That's not how you make me feel better!" Yuhi stretched Chupataro's face apart.
"Ca-crabra! Brut yra freel bretra, rraitt, chroopa?"
Yuhi unhooked his fingers from Chupataro's gums. "I obviously feel better you ain't goin' anywhere! But eew, now I gotta wash my hands!"
Chupataro followed Yuhi in his robot to the bathroom sink, nipping at Yuhi's nape in the mirror as Yuhi rinsed his soapy hands under the water.
"Ya hungry or what?"
"Starved, chupa! Chupa hasn't eaten since last night, chupa!" Chupataro rested his chin on Yuhi's shoulder.
"What? Why haven't you?"
"Because Chupa was distracted worrying what was going on with you, chupa!"
Okay, who squandered a day?
"Eat, Chupataro!" Yuhi bared his neck to him.
"Chupa can, cabra?"
"Yeah, yeah, go!"
"THANKS FOR THE MEAL~!" Chupataro poked holes in the usual vicinity with his teeth, lapping up the first drops of blood, and then sucking from Yuhi's wounds.
Once Chupataro had his fill and Yuhi wiped down his neck, they started back toward Yuhi's room, Chupataro's robot's hands around Yuhi's arms so he didn't crash into anything out of wooziness.
Looks like you're having fun!
"Did you say something, chupa?"
"No. Like what?"
"Chupa just heard –"
Hu haha huhu!
There it is again, chupa! Who's –?
"Chupataro?"
Haha!
"Chupa? Is someone there, chupa?"
Yuhi stared back at Chupataro staring back at nothing.
Nobody either of them could see.