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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2016-08-21 11:46 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2016-08-21 11:46 pm
Entry tags:
Sticking Together
Pretty sure a part of Yosuke truly identifies with Kanji's Shadow (someone, anyone, please accept me). He hits on girls/is occasionally gross just because he wants someone, anyone, to pay attention. So it's a headcanon that in the universes where he is bisexual...he's just as obnoxious about asking guys out, too (even ones he barely knows). ...Aaaand has the same amount of humor/lack of investment in the answer (as with Yukiko), because he's always had the same answer.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Persona 4/Yugioh 5D's Crossover
Summary: Yosuke and Yusei barely know each other, but in the Satellite, friends are scarce.
Word Count: 525
Rating: gen
They hardly know each other well enough to call each other friends. Yosuke and Yusei have met each other barely three times. But in the Satellite, you take what you can. Anyone willing to stick their neck out is a friend.
So when an orange, clearly cobbled together Duel Runner pops into view one night when Yusei’s being chased by Sector Security, with a grinning, auburn-haired daredevil at the wheel, it means everything. “I’ll take care of them,” he calls, winking.
Yusei doesn’t dismiss the other’s skills by sticking around or questioning. He waves and is off.
It’s a relief to see him again, in the tunnels. Of course, it’s not that much of a surprise. If he’d escaped, one of the only places to store a duel runner without getting it confiscated by the police was underground.
They roll by, like they’re simply passersby on the street.
And Yusei executes a neat about turn, and falls in beside his rescuer. “So, I see Security didn’t pick you up.”
The other turns with a delighted grin that’s probably a little manic. “Oh, hey, nice to see you. Sweet ride.”
“Thanks. Yours is nice, too. Put it together yourself?”
“Yep. I’m a good hand with that sorta thing, if I do say so myself.” He slows to a stop, and Yusei follows suit, murmuring “Same”.
They park and pull off helmets, carefully (protectively) putting them away before turning back.
“Yosuke,” the auburn-hair states with a smile, and Yusei takes the oil-and-dirt grimed hand and shakes it firmly, respectfully.
“Yusei. Thanks for the save.”
“Anytime, man. Duelists need to stick together, you know?” Yosuke asks.
Yusei flinches internally, but is pretty sure it doesn’t show on his face. “Yeah. I agree.” And then, because he can’t help himself, he asks, “You say you’re a duelist? Can I see your deck?”
“Oh, man. Besides the runner, that’s the pride and joy.” Yosuke pauses, then suggests, “We could go the step further if you don’t have anywhere else to be.”
Yusei blinks, a little confused about what the other’s referring to, until he realizes that Yosuke’s offering him a Turbo Duel. Which is rare enough he could use all the practice he can get. Yosuke’s probably the same.
“I’m ready.”
And he earns another flashing smile, and they’re off.
Yusei wins, but Yosuke’s good. It’s great practice. Yosuke duels the way he acts—recklessly, with a lot of enthusiasm. Yusei does the same—sensible, practical, with the same, perhaps arguably blind, faith in each of his cards that he has in his friends.
With a duel like that, Yusei thinks, they can’t help but part friends. It doesn’t hurt that Yosuke reminds him of Crow, just a little.
The next time they meet, Yosuke outright flirts. Yusei politely informs him that he’s not interested.
“I figured. You’re not that kind of guy, huh?” The brunet deflates briefly before slapping him on the back. “Ah, well, nobody’s perfect,” and he carries on like nothing happened.
Yusei watches, bemused, before realizing that his friend’s simply lonely and not too picky about how he fills that void.
Alright. He can respect that.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Persona 4/Yugioh 5D's Crossover
Summary: Yosuke and Yusei barely know each other, but in the Satellite, friends are scarce.
Word Count: 525
Rating: gen
They hardly know each other well enough to call each other friends. Yosuke and Yusei have met each other barely three times. But in the Satellite, you take what you can. Anyone willing to stick their neck out is a friend.
So when an orange, clearly cobbled together Duel Runner pops into view one night when Yusei’s being chased by Sector Security, with a grinning, auburn-haired daredevil at the wheel, it means everything. “I’ll take care of them,” he calls, winking.
Yusei doesn’t dismiss the other’s skills by sticking around or questioning. He waves and is off.
It’s a relief to see him again, in the tunnels. Of course, it’s not that much of a surprise. If he’d escaped, one of the only places to store a duel runner without getting it confiscated by the police was underground.
They roll by, like they’re simply passersby on the street.
And Yusei executes a neat about turn, and falls in beside his rescuer. “So, I see Security didn’t pick you up.”
The other turns with a delighted grin that’s probably a little manic. “Oh, hey, nice to see you. Sweet ride.”
“Thanks. Yours is nice, too. Put it together yourself?”
“Yep. I’m a good hand with that sorta thing, if I do say so myself.” He slows to a stop, and Yusei follows suit, murmuring “Same”.
They park and pull off helmets, carefully (protectively) putting them away before turning back.
“Yosuke,” the auburn-hair states with a smile, and Yusei takes the oil-and-dirt grimed hand and shakes it firmly, respectfully.
“Yusei. Thanks for the save.”
“Anytime, man. Duelists need to stick together, you know?” Yosuke asks.
Yusei flinches internally, but is pretty sure it doesn’t show on his face. “Yeah. I agree.” And then, because he can’t help himself, he asks, “You say you’re a duelist? Can I see your deck?”
“Oh, man. Besides the runner, that’s the pride and joy.” Yosuke pauses, then suggests, “We could go the step further if you don’t have anywhere else to be.”
Yusei blinks, a little confused about what the other’s referring to, until he realizes that Yosuke’s offering him a Turbo Duel. Which is rare enough he could use all the practice he can get. Yosuke’s probably the same.
“I’m ready.”
And he earns another flashing smile, and they’re off.
Yusei wins, but Yosuke’s good. It’s great practice. Yosuke duels the way he acts—recklessly, with a lot of enthusiasm. Yusei does the same—sensible, practical, with the same, perhaps arguably blind, faith in each of his cards that he has in his friends.
With a duel like that, Yusei thinks, they can’t help but part friends. It doesn’t hurt that Yosuke reminds him of Crow, just a little.
The next time they meet, Yosuke outright flirts. Yusei politely informs him that he’s not interested.
“I figured. You’re not that kind of guy, huh?” The brunet deflates briefly before slapping him on the back. “Ah, well, nobody’s perfect,” and he carries on like nothing happened.
Yusei watches, bemused, before realizing that his friend’s simply lonely and not too picky about how he fills that void.
Alright. He can respect that.