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 93: Model Behaviour
"Yuamu, is this really the time to be holdin' a promotional campaign? Yudias' is runnin' out!"
"We'll figure out what to do about the Velgearians. But let's try to keep Yudias' spirits up. Plus, you owe me for all that work you didn't do during the two years MIK ousted Asaka. I'm calling it in."
"Business as usual, then, huh? One of these days, I'll be President."
"And when that happens, you can call the shots, Yuhi!" Yuamu was rolling with laughter on the inside. "Just don't count your chickens before they hatch."
"Do I hafta wear this?"
"Our stock went up after UTS helped bring MIK down. Requests are coming in hot from both Mutsuba Town and the Alien Residential Area."
"And Kuaidul derailed that. Gotcha. But what's that gotta do with me dressin' up as Meeeg-chan?"
"Free tip for UTS' future President: Play to your customer base, Yuhi." Yuamu was totally not stealing Kuaidul's shtick, and feeding her brother a fantasy.
NOT!
"Is our customer base Chupataro?"
"You joke, but there's a genuine market out there for this sort of thing. Besides, Mokeida-kun just needs a hand passing out fliers and hyping up his model store."
"Mokeida-kun's our client? And he needs a hand?" Yuhi's enthusiasm skyrocketed. "That changes things…"
"Honestly, your friendship with Mokeida-kun is adorable."
"Yuna thinks my type is alien reptiles."
"She's right," Yuamu teased. "While we're on the topic of alien reptiles…Look who just showed up."
Chupataro was handing off a bag to Taira-san.
"Why're you here?"
"Dropping off a sushi delivery, chupa."
"Bull! We have Maki-san for that! You came to watch me humiliate myself!"
"Can Chupa help it if you're cute, chupa?" Chupataro admitted guilt, though Yuamu had clearly made the order to offer him a pretext to come over. "U-meheheh!"
"U-MEH-EH-EH!" Damamu repeated, dropping down upside-down behind Yuhi. "Chupataro, come see! Come see! I get to wear a costume too!"
"Who are you dressing as, chupa?"
"Purisaki-san prepared Damamu a Dragonmaid costume," Yuamu filled him in.
"Dragonmaids? Not as u-meheheh as Meeeg-chan, but still a-meheheh-zing, chupa!"
Yuhi exhaled, pushing the skirt lower on his outfit. Even when Chupataro's eyes weren't on him, Yuhi was hyperalert they were. "And Yuhi, obviously?"
"Chupapapa! And Yuhi, obviously. Cute, u-meheheh, and a-meheheh-zing, chupa!"
"You and Tremolo are right at home with each other."
"Don't compare Chupa to that table of terrible, chupa!"
"Soooo? Does it suit me?" Damamu unwittingly preserved Tremolo's "esteem" by modelling Purisaki-san's clothes, doing a twirl so everyone could applaud UTS' seamstress' knack with a sewing needle.
Everyone excluding Yuhi.
The elder Ohdo twin stretched his own face along the opposite axis he stretched Chupataro's. "Why can't Damamu wear one of the Tamabot costumes from when I duelled Asaka?"
"What's the beef, chupa? Let Damamu have fun with it, cabra."
Fascinated with the frills on the dress, Damamu raised the dress from the bottom to grab a closer look, spurring Chupataro to whop it back down. Damamu was still in full jumpsuit underneath, but Damamu's flagrant inability to parse between what's appropriate and what isn't was cause for concern.
"Uwehh?"
"You were saying?" Yuhi's complacency was on a different level. His arms came pre-crossed.
"Chupa. Fun within reason, chupa."
"We should get Damamu a cardboard box like Epoch."
"My very own cardboard box?" Damamu bunched up expectantly. "Please, please, please!"
"Damamu, keep the dress down at all times, okay?" Yuamu instructed.
"Will I get a cardboard box?" Damamu cornered them – without understanding Yuamu, Yuhi, and Chupataro had been cornered.
"Ask Yuhi." Yuamu kicked the ball over to Damamu's parents.
"Ask your papa."
"Ask your mama, chupa."
"Ya can't kick the ball back to me, Chupataro! I already kicked it to you! This isn't futsal!"
Yuamu was loving this. "Your guys' attempt at parenting is also adorable."
"You started it, Yuamu!"
"You're so getting married!"
"The hell I am!"
"Chupahhh!"
UTS' employees almost began tossing confetti. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), Yudias entered the room.
"Chief of the Alien Investigation Division, Yudias Velgear. Reporting for duty."
The room got quiet. Voiceless Voice quiet. Not including Damamu – who looped the loop – there wasn't a soul in the house that moved.
"Yudias…" Yuhi hated he didn't have an answer. Kuaidul was a selfish jerk till the end, yet Yudias and his compatriots didn't go through the war, just so they could discover they had another cruel fate waiting for them!
Even Muda, Dinois, and Zuwijo! The veterans were on the same side as them now!
"Yuamu, what uniform shall I wear to our next job?" Yudias threw himself into work.
She stopped stopping to give it some thought. "I had Purisaki-san stitching a new version of an old outfit. You can wear that, Yudias."
"UTS."
"A new version of an old outfit…Hngh! Yuamu, YOU WHAT?" Yuhi's teeth creaked.
Yudias left and came back in new but familiar threads. On previous occasions, Yuamu, Yuhi, and Yudias shared one costume.
Not an obstacle anymore.
"Matching! Matching! Yudias and Yuhi are matching!" Damamu chirruped, two fingers instead of a metronome.
"Meeedias, chupa!"
Yuhi immediately poured on the charm to blunt Meeedias' effect on Chupataro. Like Energy Copyko's Energy Controller card, he had to punch in the secret command.
Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A!
Or in Yuhi code, shake by the shoulders, shake by the shoulders, kiss, kiss, left knee, right hook, left knee, right hook, extended kiss, stomach punch!
Left knee, right hook, and stomach punch, Yuhi injured his kneecap and knuckles on the metal of Chupataro's robot, but it was a small price to pay to remind Chupataro whose boyfriend he was.