[fic] Five Times Judai Almost (but not quite) Gets It
Because we all know Judai is Special. In a very special way. (And I need me a clueless!Judai icon...if anyone of you awesome, awesome peeps want to make me one, I would ♥ you forever okay, so I already ♥ you forever.... *cue shameless begging*)
So. R. Because even if Judai doesn't get it, the rest of us do. ^^;; Also, incredibly bad attempted humour. (What can I say, it's funny in my head...then I write it down? XD). And so not mine.
I.
When Judai was ten or thereabouts and loitering outside his favourite game shop, a man offered him candy to step into the alley with him.
And Judai, never one to turn down food of any sort said “Sure.”
Once they were safe in the alley, the guy pulled down his pants, and Judai had sort of just stared at what lay underneath. All red and swollen.
Judai tilted his head. Considered. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to naked men. Why just the other day, he had gone into his parents' bedroom wanting something, and his dad had been just like this. Except his dad was rather mad about Judai being there. (And his mom had been hiding in the sheets, so Judai figured they had been playing some sort of naked hide-and-seek, and he had been kinda angry himself that they hadn’t invited him to join.)
The guy seemed to be waiting for a response.
“Y’know,” Judai said finally. “I think my dad’s is bigger.”
II.
One would, of course, have thought that Judai would have learnt something during his stint in the public school system.
But, of course, the day they separated the boys from the girls to discuss certain “changes,” Judai scrunched his face up at the slide-show, attempted to concentrate, but somewhere in the middle of all that talk about growing hair and some foreign dude named Vas Deferens and testosterone (which didn’t sound like food) and awkward feelings and not having to be ashamed, he had just tuned out.
And at the end when the newest teacher (who always got this unlucky task) had finished the incredibly embarrassing talk about the Birds and the Bees, Judai was the first to raise his hand.
“Yes?”
“Can we go to lunch now?”
III.
“Aniki?” Sho asked, one day, when they were relatively alone.
“Yeah?” Judai said, leaning back on his bunk with his head behind his hands.
“You never…you never…” Sho faltered, and Judai turned his head. Sho was blushing. Like, really really blushing (which did not look good with that hair, but Judai knew better than to bring up something so mundane when Judai was upset. Asuka had told him. Repeatedly. And somewhere, amid the hits to the shoulder, it had stuck).
So, he said (patiently, because Asuka said you needed patience to deal with Sho), “Never what?”
And Sho mumbled something that sounded like jerk-off, and Judai wondered if Manjyome had been teasing Sho again.
“Of course I would never be a jerk-off to you,” Judai said. “You’re my best friend.”
IV.
After they all graduated (and it was just like being in school, except they were in the pros now and that meant they saw everyone they always did. But without the uniforms), Momoe pulled him aside one day.
Which was way weird because Momoe always tried to pretend they didn’t know each other.
“Spill,” she said, hands on her hips.
“Huh?” he said. Because it was Momoe who always knew everything. So he really couldn’t think of what he might know that she didn’t.
“Am I losing my touch, Judai? Is that it?” she almost yelled. “Because everyone’s talking about it, and we were classmates, and I feel like you’re keeping me out of the loop on purpose!”
“What loop?”
She glared at him. “You’re with Sho, aren’t you?”
“Oh. That.” He gave her a sheepish smile. “Are you mad ‘cos we didn’t invite you to the housewarming party?”
V.
It was the semi-finals, and Judai was hoping to make it past the second round, and with that in mind, he pulled out his cards and planned to spend the night dueling himself.
There was a knock at his hotel room door.
It wasn’t Sho, of course, because Sho was being weird and all possessive of the fact that he was friends with Mutou Yugi (and really, Sho was just still sore because Mutou-san had given Judai his kuriboh card all those years ago). And it wasn’t Asuka because she was off giving Hell Kaiser a piece of her mind. And Manjyome, well, he was in a fight with his ojamas about something, and that always meant he’d lock himself in the bathroom for hours.
So Judai sighed and went to open the door.
There was a naked girl there.
“Hiya,” she said with a smile and a lick of her lips (which reminded Judai that he was hungry and that he was pretty sure he had some instant ramen in his suitcase).
Judai hadn’t known they invited nudists to the semi-finals. Kaiba-shacho’s email had been so particular about the dress-code, but then Judai would be the first to admit he had always been slightly clueless when it came to girls’ fashion.
He knew it was rude, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking the first question that popped into his mind. “Aren’t you cold?”
So. R. Because even if Judai doesn't get it, the rest of us do. ^^;; Also, incredibly bad attempted humour. (What can I say, it's funny in my head...then I write it down? XD). And so not mine.
I.
When Judai was ten or thereabouts and loitering outside his favourite game shop, a man offered him candy to step into the alley with him.
And Judai, never one to turn down food of any sort said “Sure.”
Once they were safe in the alley, the guy pulled down his pants, and Judai had sort of just stared at what lay underneath. All red and swollen.
Judai tilted his head. Considered. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to naked men. Why just the other day, he had gone into his parents' bedroom wanting something, and his dad had been just like this. Except his dad was rather mad about Judai being there. (And his mom had been hiding in the sheets, so Judai figured they had been playing some sort of naked hide-and-seek, and he had been kinda angry himself that they hadn’t invited him to join.)
The guy seemed to be waiting for a response.
“Y’know,” Judai said finally. “I think my dad’s is bigger.”
II.
One would, of course, have thought that Judai would have learnt something during his stint in the public school system.
But, of course, the day they separated the boys from the girls to discuss certain “changes,” Judai scrunched his face up at the slide-show, attempted to concentrate, but somewhere in the middle of all that talk about growing hair and some foreign dude named Vas Deferens and testosterone (which didn’t sound like food) and awkward feelings and not having to be ashamed, he had just tuned out.
And at the end when the newest teacher (who always got this unlucky task) had finished the incredibly embarrassing talk about the Birds and the Bees, Judai was the first to raise his hand.
“Yes?”
“Can we go to lunch now?”
III.
“Aniki?” Sho asked, one day, when they were relatively alone.
“Yeah?” Judai said, leaning back on his bunk with his head behind his hands.
“You never…you never…” Sho faltered, and Judai turned his head. Sho was blushing. Like, really really blushing (which did not look good with that hair, but Judai knew better than to bring up something so mundane when Judai was upset. Asuka had told him. Repeatedly. And somewhere, amid the hits to the shoulder, it had stuck).
So, he said (patiently, because Asuka said you needed patience to deal with Sho), “Never what?”
And Sho mumbled something that sounded like jerk-off, and Judai wondered if Manjyome had been teasing Sho again.
“Of course I would never be a jerk-off to you,” Judai said. “You’re my best friend.”
IV.
After they all graduated (and it was just like being in school, except they were in the pros now and that meant they saw everyone they always did. But without the uniforms), Momoe pulled him aside one day.
Which was way weird because Momoe always tried to pretend they didn’t know each other.
“Spill,” she said, hands on her hips.
“Huh?” he said. Because it was Momoe who always knew everything. So he really couldn’t think of what he might know that she didn’t.
“Am I losing my touch, Judai? Is that it?” she almost yelled. “Because everyone’s talking about it, and we were classmates, and I feel like you’re keeping me out of the loop on purpose!”
“What loop?”
She glared at him. “You’re with Sho, aren’t you?”
“Oh. That.” He gave her a sheepish smile. “Are you mad ‘cos we didn’t invite you to the housewarming party?”
V.
It was the semi-finals, and Judai was hoping to make it past the second round, and with that in mind, he pulled out his cards and planned to spend the night dueling himself.
There was a knock at his hotel room door.
It wasn’t Sho, of course, because Sho was being weird and all possessive of the fact that he was friends with Mutou Yugi (and really, Sho was just still sore because Mutou-san had given Judai his kuriboh card all those years ago). And it wasn’t Asuka because she was off giving Hell Kaiser a piece of her mind. And Manjyome, well, he was in a fight with his ojamas about something, and that always meant he’d lock himself in the bathroom for hours.
So Judai sighed and went to open the door.
There was a naked girl there.
“Hiya,” she said with a smile and a lick of her lips (which reminded Judai that he was hungry and that he was pretty sure he had some instant ramen in his suitcase).
Judai hadn’t known they invited nudists to the semi-finals. Kaiba-shacho’s email had been so particular about the dress-code, but then Judai would be the first to admit he had always been slightly clueless when it came to girls’ fashion.
He knew it was rude, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking the first question that popped into his mind. “Aren’t you cold?”