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 63: Hey, I want to love, is this true love?
"Yuhi?"
"…"
"Snap out of it already, chupa! Yudias got his Maximum! We ran MIK out of town! Manabu is getting punished for doing their dirty work and is Zuwijo's underling! The kappa's researching how to reverse the carding process for when we track down where MIK's holding everybody's cards! Your sister is even giving you the day off from moving boxes back up to the surface, chupa!"
"Chupataro, I can't pretend the last two years didn't happen. I had you then I lost you. I've changed."
"That isn't what Nomuratodamas said, chupa! He said after telling you Chupa was still alive, you duelled your ass off, chupa! Like putting on an old glove, chu chupabra!"
"God, I hate that phony prophet," Yuhi muttered.
"Do you hate Yuamu too, chupa? According to her, you were acting uninterested while practicing and rebuilding your Deck late at night every night, cabra!"
"How'd she know about –?" Yuhi was a cat in the headlights. "Ugh. Never mind. You all can think and do what you want. And if anyone was actin', it was you, Chupataro! You coulda clued me in you were with Red-Eyes Black Dragon!"
"Chupa being a member of the Sevens was dangerous enough, chupa! Chupa didn't want another target painted on your back, chupa!"
Yuhi was making it all about himself, but he understood Chupataro's justification. For Chupataro, it was all about Yuhi. The grief wasn't a one-way street either. He'd gone two years without Chupataro, but Chupataro had also gone two years without him. His loneliness, his powerlessness, his guilt…Chupataro shared the pain.
Except that didn't make it okay. Until Yuhi heard different, he really believed Chupataro was dead!
That'd been brutal.
That rent an irreparable hole in his heart.
"In all seriousness, Chupa doesn't expect things to go back to the way they were overnight, chupa. But today's not about us, chupa."
"Yuhi~! Chupataro~! Hurry! Hurry!" Damamu called, making an excited yet impatient high-pitched fuss.
"Be there in a sec, chupa!"
A merry-go-round, a mine lift, flying-saucer-themed bumper cars, a petting zoo. Mutsuba Town wasn't a locale you'd find a big amusement park with a parkwide roller coaster, but smaller attractions? Smaller attractions, Mutsuba Town had space to accommodate. It helped that the mine lift "ride" was merely a repurposed Mutsuba Heavy Machinery mineshaft elevator, unmoved from the precise strip of land it was formerly in use.
At the petting zoo, Chupataro had to combat his tendency toward feasting on the livestock. Especially the meaty and tender rabbits, and the sinewy alpaca Damamu made friends with.
It was the inverse of don't feed the animals. Don't feed the chupacabra.
Fathers don't eat their kids' friends!
Damamu tried balancing on one foot to mimic the flamingos, and tried grabbing the attentions of the monkeys by dangling a banana peel. Having undomesticated animals in a Mutsuba Town petting zoo was abnormal, but factor in the company Asaka kept, it was perfectly feasible the animals were aliens. Badlove, Bochi, and Nyandestar's ilk.
As Nomura had remarked, some aliens were better positioned to blend in on the surface than others. Not that it mattered now that Asaka was in charge again, and Operation MIK's carding of legal aliens had been halted.
There were sticks and sticks of yakitori to alleviate Chupataro's cravings, of course. Damamu enjoyed them as much as Chupataro and Yuhi, even if Yuhi's elation was muted for the foreseeable future. And like any kid, Damamu loved sugar, not taking it easy on the candy floss or moon juice (whatever moon juice was). Though you couldn't distinguish with concrete certainty how much of Damamu's hyperactive positivity was a product of the sugar, and how much was Damamu just being the conglomeration of Yuhi's primitive feelings of enjoyment.
"Hey, hey? What's that?"
"Chupaaa? That's what humans call a Ferris wheel, chupa! It takes you around to the top, and from up there, you can see most everything, chupa! Though it probably isn't that spectacular to you since you can fly, Damamu!"
"Mm-mm!" Damamu's wonder didn't wane. "I wanna ride it too!"
It's like we're actually – Yuhi thought as Damamu tugged a blue balloon into the Ferris wheel car with them.
"Wo-ho-ho! AWESOME! We're so high up!"
"Look, chupa! There's UTS! And Mutsuba Ginza, cabra!"
"AWE-SOME!"
Is love absolute? Damamu and Chupataro – knees on the seat on their side of the Ferris wheel car admiring the scenery – rekindled something in Yuhi.
He'd numbed himself to it.
Family. An atypical one, there was no disputing that, yet ownership of it filled Yuhi with determination. Proximity to his stolen Earthdamar used to make him ill. Once his Earthdamar took on a life of its own, the nausea was replaced by levity, a luxury he was in wont of right about now.
"It is about us."
Chupataro and Damamu turned back.
"Today is about us, Chupataro. You, me, and Damamu."
"You…You're smiling, chupa!"
"Yeah…Feels good."
"Hooray! Whenever I'm with Yuhi, it's fun!" Damamu gleamed.
Yuhi tousled Damamu's hair. Like an older brother would. Or a…
"You are different, chupa! Chupa hasn't heard you call Damamu your younger sibling since Chupa came back, cabra!"
What should Yuhi do? Oh, what should he do?
"Damamu called you a deadbeat dad," Yuhi chortled.
"Damamu doesn't know what that means, chupa!"
"Haha. You're such a bad role model, Chupataro."
"If Damamu breaks bad, it'll be because Mama's a delinquent, chupa! Not because you taught Damamu the word 'deadbeat' by accident, chupa!"
"Deadbeat? Where's the deadbeat?" Damamu scanned around like a sailor scans the ocean.