Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Chances ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, I’d know more about Miho and wouldn’t have to be practically making her character up here. ...I don’t own Gravitation, either.

Authors Notes: I wrote this ages ago and don’t really like it, but just now typed it up anyway. I have no idea what time period this is supposed to be in. Just read it, it doesn’t have to make sense. (And actually it doesn’t make sense, but I couldn’t edit sense into it if I tried.) This is only going to be two chapters long, unless I decide to continue it.

Summary: Miho and Rebecca play matchmaker to Honda and Otogi. Eventual Honda/Otogi and Rebecca/Miho, slight Honda/Miho and Miho/Otogi.

Warnings: Shonen ai, Shoujo ai, swearing, slight OOCness

So, I’m going down to Burger World, minding my own business.

I step into the building like normal, and the waitress greets me (she knows my name, since I come here every day after school), and is ready to sit me down at the second table on the left, like usual, and I order a salad and a decaf, like usual, and sit there reading a manga from the library. That’s when usual stops.

“Hey. You!”

I look up, and find myself staring into the eyes of a short girl, with large blue eyes that are hidden beneath small brown glasses. Her hair is blonde and thick, and she looks foreign.

“What?”

“You’re sitting at my table.”

She stares at me with an accusatory gaze, and for a split second it occurs to me that this is my table. That I should stand up to her and tell her to leave. But she hasn’t really done anything to me, and maybe she was here first.

“Oh. I’m sorry - I’ll move -” I say, picking up my manga, but as I move to get up, she steals it of my hands and examines it.

“Gravitation? I’ve read this. But I’m not this far yet,” she says, turning around and examining me. “Can I borrow this a sec?”

“Um...” I begin to protest, but soon realize that it’s useless. Before I know it she has slid into the seat next to me and is reading my manga.

I sit there, twiddling my thumbs and waiting for the waitress to get back with my salad.

I’m trying to mind my own business. Really, I’m trying.

But it’s hard, because it’s not only this strange foreign girl. Oh, no. It’s much more than that. See, in front of me are these two guys that who’re both kind of popular at my school. One of them even asked me on a date once. I think his name was Honda.

The girl next to me looks up, seeming to have noticed them, too. She leans a little closer to me, a devious expression on her face.

“Look. He’s blushing.”

I turn back around, and notice that she’s right. The guy across from Honda - the most popular guy at our school - is blushing. But I don’t get it. It’s cute, but why did this foreign girl point it out?

“Um.. excuse me..” I ask the foreign girl next to me, embarrassed that I don’t know her name.

“Rebecca Hawkins.”

“Hawkins-san. He is blushing.”

Then she turns and stares at me like I’m the most dense person in the world. Like there’s something obvious that I’m missing here.

“Don’t you get it? That guy’s kind of blushing at the other guy, if you follow me.”

And then it hits me.

“So I’m thinking, that black haired guy, is he gay?” Rebecca continues, looking right at me.

“It...It’d be just like Gravitation,” I say, hesitantly looking back towards their table.

It would be interesting, if they were... together. It might be kind of cute to see them kiss, I reflect. I don’t know if I’d tell anyone at school if that’s what was going on. But what it all comes down to is that my decaf’s still sitting on the table, forgotten, and Rebecca’s pushing up her glasses and putting down her manga, and we’re both watching them out of the corner of our eyes.

“So, why’d you bring me here, man?” Honda smirks across the table at his companion, eyes containing a glint of malice.

The guy across from him gulps, idly twirling a strand of his jet-black hair.

“He must be embarrassed, poor thing,” Rebecca whispers to me, grinning from ear to ear, “But at least he got the courage to ask him out, huh?”

I nod, as the black-haired guy - I think his name was Otogi - fidgets in his seat.

“I bet that other guy hasn’t figured it out yet, you know. The one that’s Yuugi’s friend.”

I nod and whisper back enthusiastically.

“Just like in the manga, where Shuichi hasn’t figured out that he loves Yuki!”

We are both jerked back to attention when Otogi finally speaks.

“No reason, I just wanted to chat. I haven’t seen you around lately, and wanted to hang out. That’s all.”

“Right, of course that’s all.” Rebecca says, continuing to grin at me, and I grin back, suppressing my giggles.

“Right. It’s not like I don’t see you every day at school, you know.” Honda laughs and leans back in his seat.

Otogi is playing with his hair again, looking down at the table for lack of anything to say.

“Yeah. I heard somewhere that the color red makes you hungry,” he points out, attempting to make conversation. “This place must be pretty cheap if it’s using tactics like that. I mean, just look at it. All the tables are red.”

Honda nods. “Food’s pretty good, though.”

“Yeah.” The black-haired boy gazes out the window, still twirling a strand of his hair.

“His hair’s pretty long. Why doesn’t he cut it?” I ask Rebecca, “It’s against school rules and everything!”

“Maybe he wants to look like a girl.”

I laugh without meaning to, and Honda glances at me for a second. I don’t think he recognizes me, or if he does, he doesn’t acknowledge me.

“Okay, something’s up. What’s the deal, Otogi?”

Otogi shifts slightly in his seat.

“Yeah, you guessed it. Something’s up.” His tone’s still pretty light.

I creep my chair a little closer towards their table. Whatever’s going on, I want to know about this something. And I’m hoping that it’s what I think it is, that he’s confessing his undying love for Honda. The fangirl inside me squeals at the thought.

“Well, I -”

“Say it, Otogi!” Rebecca encourages.

“Excuse me, miss? Your salad. And..” A loud, nasal voice.

I look up. The waitress.

“Yes?” Rebecca ask, putting on her sweetest smile.

“Are you finished with your coffee?”

Rebecca nods, even though I’m not, and the waitress sweeps my cup onto her tray.

We both spin around as quickly as possible, to get back to the conversation. But it’s too late. Otogi’s mouth has reverted to a thin, unmoving line.

Honda’s speaking. “...kidding me! You love Shizuka, man!”

There’s a betrayed quality to his voice. This can’t be a good sign.

“No joke. I don’t like her.” Even though Otogi’s back is to me, I can hear his smile.

“You’re insane,” Honda laughs, “Insane.”

He leans over the table, whispering conspiringly.

“So I can have her, then?”

“Yeah.” Otogi’s voice is soft, and so quiet that I have to lean back against my chair even further. “Knock yourself out.”

“Her?” Rebecca whispers spitefully, glaring at me through the rims of her glasses, “They’re fighting over a girl?”

I sigh, resting my head in my hands.

“These guys would look cute together, but I guess it’s not going to work.”

And then Rebecca starts, shivering suddenly, pushing up her glasses again, a strange glint in her eyes that I don’t like.

“I know exactly what we have to do. If they’re not gonna fall in love by themselves, well, then, we’ll make it happen.”