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Odd Couple	By : DragonetteVie Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 4539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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oya Makoto – the bane of every high-school boy's existence.
That was what Jou called the new boy, anyway, from the first time they passed him in the hall. Makoto was perfect – tall, handsome, athletic with the highest marks in his class. It seemed as if every straight girl in the school swooned the second he deigned to glance in their direction. He had transferred in the middle of the year, just after winter break, ostensibly because his school didn't offer the advanced level classes Domino did.
Every boy in a relationship found themselves worried – even Yugi.
Not that Kokoro had ever given him any indication there was anything at all to be concerned about. Whenever they were in the same room, she barely spared a glance at her classmate, and if Yugi was around, she made it a point to be more affectionate than ever, a hand permanently placed on his shoulder or her body pressed into the side of his own, as though she knew he was worried and wanted to reassure him.
But she and Makoto were both in their third year, just a few months away from college – and both had gotten scholarships to To-Oh. They were both head of their respective athletic teams – judo/track, and fencing, respectively – though Makoto lost the position when he transferred. He was even a duelist, too, in his spare time. They were, at least on paper, perfect for one another, and hard as he tried, Yugi couldn't shake the thought that Kokoro would soon wise up and realize it.
He found them in the library. That wasn't particularly odd – Kokoro had texted him to let him know she was going to study, and he could either meet up with her or go home on his own, to which he had automatically agreed to stay with her and give her practice questions. The practice entry exams were about to start, and though Kokoro had a scholarship, that came only if she successfully passed To-Oh's notoriously difficult exam. He was confident she could pass, but she was up late with her nose in a book nearly every night.
Whether she invited Makoto – which wouldn't be so odd, since they had to take the same exam – or he had just showed up, Yugi wasn't sure, but he didn't like it either way. Kokoro was engrossed in her book, focused on it as she jotted down notes with one hand, while Makoto pretended to read his, but every few lines blurted out a joke or derisive comment, about the content or the author. He could see Kokoro's eyebrow twitch in irritation, but she gave no other signs she even heard the other man.
She only glanced up when he sat his book bag down at their table. She smiled at him, a soft, content smile reserved for him and him alone, as her hand stopped its furious scribbles and she finally pulled her eyes away from her text. Whatever she was so focused on in the book was set aside for him.
His heart fluttered.
Makoto, on the other hand, furrowed his brow.
“Yugi-kun,” She seemed to ooze relief. “Glad you made it.”
“I'm sorry,” Makoto interrupted. “But I don't think we've met. Uoya Makoto.”
Yugi hesitated – he had seen Makoto's stare, but now the upperclassman grinned at him as if he just made a new friend. Anzu might call him paranoid, but he didn't trust that smile – at all.
“Mutou Yugi.” He replied cautiously – Kokoro eyed them skeptically as she returned to her work.
There was a pause, as the two stared at one another across the table. Kokoro had returned to her insane scribbles, half of which he couldn't read. Her strange version of short hand never made sense to him – why was there a fire next to the word goat? - but it worked for her. All the times they talked about various games, like Duel Monsters or Capumon, she tended to remember what the monsters looked like in great detail, but rarely their names or effects. He felt oddly proud that he knew that much about her – he knew more about her than Makoto, who certainly acted like they were old friends. Or lovers.
“So you're...Kokoro's brother, then?”
Kokoro paused, stared at the table through her hair, then continued to scribble. Both of them had known the moment would come, sooner rather than later, that Makoto learned about their relationship, especially when he made efforts to get close to her. Yugi only hoped he didn't fly into a disgusted rage like so many others had, although much of that had been quelled, between time as new gossip arose and Seto's odd, but timely, intervention – and his abrupt confession, which had, oddly enough, seemed to turn their mutual disregard into a weird, vague sense of friendship.
Yugi didn't want to be the one to say it. People always seemed to take it far less seriously, most likely because anyone he did tell usually thought he was ten and she was his baby sitter. Kokoro, obviously, didn't want to say it either – people tended to fly into disgusted rages.
“I'm her boyfriend.”
Makoto paused – then burst into loud enough guffaws of laughter that the librarian came by and hushed them. Even still, he couldn't get himself together, and continued to snicker into his hand for several long, miserable minutes – Yugi flushed and looked down, embarrassed, and Kokoro glared at her classmate through her veil of hair. At long last, after several knee slaps and his skin turning a bizarre shade of plum, the handsome upperclassman managed to get enough air to speak.
“That's cute, kid. Really. But I'm serious. Is she your baby sitter or something? I didn't think a high school kid would need one, but -.”
“Yugi. Is. My. Boyfriend.” Kokoro snapped, as her pencil dug into her paper. “And before you say anything, yes, he's really fifteen. I don't know why it's so hard for everyone to understand that two people are capable of having a relationship that doesn't completely revolve around their genitals.”
Makoto had struck a nerve, and both boys knew it. Kokoro would be in a nasty mood for a while, and Yugi would have to tread carefully through the minefield of her temper all night, and possibly into tomorrow. While she never blew up at him the way she might other people – which was relatively rare – she could ignore him like nothing else if he said the wrong thing. That had happened more and more recently, he noticed, as the school year began to wind to a close. She would get irritated, and apologize an hour later, and of course he would forgive her, because he knew she didn't mean to take whatever else was on her mind out on him, and it would change once she finally finished school.
Makoto remained silent, his eyes on one of them, then the other, then back again. Kokoro, too angry now to study properly, slammed her book shut an instant later and threw it into her bag before she shot up from the table. Yugi hopped out of his chair quietly, Makoto's green eyes on them the entire time, as he stood by her side and let her take out some of her frustration on her school supplies with vicious shoves. Then, to her surprise, she took his hand.
“Come on, Yugi. I've had enough of studying for a while. Let's go back to your house, you can show me that game you were talking about.”
Then she smiled at him, that serene, content smile that she only ever gave to him, and he relaxed. Her temper might still get the better of her, but he would deal with that when it happened. More relaxed than he had been all week, he swung their arms slightly as the walked towards the exit.
“Do you want to stop and get ice cream first?”
“Ooh, yes. You know just what to say to me.”
Makoto sat at the table, stunned. Had that gorgeous young woman really just walked away from him with that runt? All week, he had thought she was just a professional when it came to playing hard to get, but it was obvious now that wasn't the case. She didn't want him – him, Uoya Makoto – but she wanted that runt of a boy who was all blushes and smiles whenever she gave him just the slightest bit of attention.
That was it, Makoto realized. Kokoro didn't want the runt. She just wanted someone who wanted her, someone who would do whatever she said. It wasn't really his style – he liked to be the one in control – but he could play that game, too.
He'd have Kokoro under his arm before the week was out.
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