A/N: My third yaoi/shonen-ai fic. Poor Chazz. I need to stop portraying him as such. Anyway, this pairing is of ChazzxAster. I call it Bunnyshipping, b/c I drew this hilarious picture of them as playboy bunnies…Ahem. Sorry Chazz. Sorry readers. I also will call it Moneyshipping, since they're both rich. (ambercharae came up w/ that one) There will be hints of Chazz and Alexis, but only in a comforting sense. Not as a pairing. Anyway, constructive criticism is allowed, even if it is harsh, so long as you say one nice thing or make it clear you aren't flaming me. No flames whatsoever. Please RxR and enjoy: )
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX or Chazz. Right now, Chazz is giving me this evil look for making him gay. Therefore, I apologize in advance to Chazz. I am sorry. I promise I will update Only Sixteen today so you can be w/ Alexis.
Chazz: AS YOU SHOULD!!!
Chapter 1:
Chazz sat under the tree, reading the note, stunned. Even after reading through it fifteen times, it still slapped him sharply across the face. Yes, Alexis had rejected him before, but not like this. Oh, no, never like this. She had actually cussed him out and told him he was worthless, completely unloved by the world. At this point, he wanted to die.
Crawling back to his room where he could properly hide and cry, Chazz tore the note up into little bits and tossed them into the wind. He watched in bitter fascination as they floated with the breeze down towards the ocean. Then, he stepped inside his room and slammed the door.
"Alexis is right." He muttered, ripping his clothes off before he stepped into the bathtub, "No one will ever love me. I'm a complete failure at life. I should just go die."
He angrily wiped away a few tears that had gathered at the corner of his eye. Even in the privacy of his room, he would not allow himself the disgrace of crying. He was an elite duelist, after all. He was a Princeton. He should not be shedding tears for any reason. He should be proud and brave.
"You need to act like a Princeton."
He cringed, hearing his brothers' voices ringing in his ears.
"Is that the best you can do, Chazz? Pathetic! You're no brother of ours."
Hearing his brother spit out his name as though it were profane made him wince all the more. Why must everyone hate him so? It was completely unbearable. He didn't want to live through this.
Sighing heavily, he sank lower into the steaming water, trying to forget the burden of life. He stared up at the ceiling, uncertain of where to turn now. Would no one ever accept him? Would no one ever like him? What if he never got married? What if he never had a family?
Moaning at the thought of this, he grabbed for his razor and began to slash away at his arms. The more pain that penetrated his broken heart, the harder and more viciously he cut. He sliced deeper and deeper until crimson pools formed at his elbows. Yet he still denied himself the right to cry.
Feeling like a fool, he placed the razor back on the soap dish and contemplated life. He rinsed the blood away and stopped the bleeding, wishing he could get used to the fact that he did this, wishing he could stop. He hoped that someone, anyone, would help him. If no one saved him now, no one ever would.
Sighing deeply, he gave up hope at being happy and surrendered to his depression.
The following morning, Chazz went to class early, so he could talk to Alexis. He was in luck, for she was sitting at her seat, doodling. He approached her with caution, ready to deter any attack she might direct towards him, whether it was verbal or not.
"Hey, Alexis."
She looked up, suspicious. "Hi."
"I want to talk to you."
"I don't want to talk to you."
"It won't take long, I promise."
"Fine."
"Alexis, I won't chase you anymore."
"What?"
"I said, I'm done with you. I get the point. I give up. You don't have to deal with me anymore."
"Oh." She did not seem as elated as he hoped she would. In fact, she seemed a bit disappointed. "Chazz, I--"
"No, don't. I understand that you don't like me and you never will. I'm not stupid. You don't love me. You don't have any feelings for me. In fact, you don't like me in the least! I'll leave you completely alone, I promise. I won't talk to you anymore. And I won't upset you by even calling you my friend. Sorry I bothered you."
He began to walk away.
"Chazz, wait."
"What do you want with me?"
"I…I just wanted to say I'm sorry for treating you so harshly yesterday. I didn't mean to get that angry. It's just, I had a migraine and you bothered me all day. Atticus wouldn't leave me alone, and Harrington tried to beat Jaden up again. I've been having a really bad week, and it all got to me and made me snap. I'm sorry I cussed you out. No, I don't want to be your girlfriend. But can we still be friends? I do like your company."
He sighed heavily. "Fine. Though it pains me so. I swear, Alexis, you will be the death of me. Ok, Ok. I forgive you."
She offered him a smile. He found he was incapable of returning it. As he started to leave the classroom, he crashed into someone.
"Watch where you're going!" he snapped.
"Whoa, chill." Aster stooped down and picked up his things. "You don't have to get so angry about it."
Straightening up, his blue eyes looked right into Chazz's, causing him to catch his breath. Was it just him, or did his heart just skip a beat? Quickly, he shook his head, clearing it of this thought.
"Sorry." He muttered, slipping out of the classroom.
"Whatever, bro." Aster called, shaking his gray hair out of his eyes. He kept staring at the doorway where Chazz had exited for a long time.
At lunch, Chazz once more stormed through the doorway, ranting to Jaden about how he hated Casserole Surprise Day.
"I hope that whatever dog food they serve The Chazz does not contain carrots or have come in contact with that foul, rancid, potent, toxic waste. In fact, they'd better separate each component of my lunch because I can't have my foods touching. That's disgusting."
Jaden smiled good-naturedly. "Chazz, that's the point of a casserole."
"I don't care!" Chazz snapped, "Casserole is disgusting. You know what? I think I'll sue the school for making Casserole Day or whatever the hell this day is called."
"Casserole Surprise Day," Jaden corrected.
"Whatever! I don't care. I hate the food here. I know! If none of us eats this slop, then they'll have no choice but to stop serving it. So what do you say to a hunger strike?"
"I'm too hungry," Jaden replied, "Besides, I like casserole."
"Jaden, you'd like anything as long as someone put some salt on it and put it on a plate. You'd probably even eat a leather boot, as long as it had been fried."
Jaden failed to respond to this comment. He was already in the lunch line, taking one portion of every casserole and flattering Miss Dorothy.
Chazz grimaced as Miss Dorothy giggled. "Oh, Jaden, you're such a gentleman."
"Oh, Miss Dorothy," Chazz mimicked softly, "You're such a pedophile."
"That was mean, Chazz." Aster laughed, coming up behind him.
Chazz jumped a mile. "AAAH! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
Aster snickered, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. "You're so dramatic. What's your problem, anyway?"
"I hate casserole day."
"Well, good luck with that. Later."
"Wait, where are you going? Aren't you gonna eat?"
Aster turned and smirked at Chazz. "Of course. My personal chef is going to whip me up some London Broil with his specialty sauce, a baked potato with Colby Jack cheese, and a side of asparagus."
Chazz was almost drooling. "That sounds good. Damn, I don't want to eat casserole. I'm used to ten course meals in six star restaurants! I can't eat this slop!"
"Well, I would invite you to dine with me…" Aster began.
Chazz looked at him with hopeful, puppy eyes.
"…but, I don't think I will. Later."
"No, wait! Please, Aster? I can't handle this crap. My dietician would go crazy if she knew I was eating this. My mom would freak too."
Aster pondered this for a moment. "Oh, all right. You can come. But only because I like you and you're cute." He winked at Chazz.
Chazz felt heat rising to his cheeks. "Uh…O-kay. Works for me."
He happily followed Aster to his yacht.
"Wow. Nice yacht." Chazz said, then bragged, "Of course, mine is bigger. And more expensive."
"Lunch isn't over yet," Aster reminded him, "There's still time for you to get some of Miss Dorothy's famous 'Mystery Casserole.'"
"Of course, mine isn't as aesthetically pleasing as yours!" Chazz quickly invented.
"Nice save."
Aster excused himself to go retrieve the food. Thankfully, there was enough for the two of them. The meal was exquisite; however, the conversation needed some work.
"Uh," Chazz tried, "So, Aster…what do you like to do?"
"I like dueling, duh. And sports."
"Uh-huh. I see. So, um, what kind of music do you like?"
Aster shrugged. "I don't really like music. I don't have time."
"Oh. I see. Um…what's your favorite thing about this school?"
"Nothing. I see no point for me to be here."
"Oh. I hate it too."
"I mean, it's a good school, but I don't belong here. I would've loved to go here before I went pro."
"Oh, well, I meant I hate it because…I feel like I'm too good to go here…"
"That's your problem," Aster said, chewing on his steak and pointing his fork at Chazz, "You're too arrogant. You're too uptight. Just relax."
Chazz sighed heavily. "Oh, brother, there we go again. Alexis said the same thing."
Aster looked at him curiously. "What'd Alexis say?"
"Just what you said, only ten thousand times meaner. She cussed me out. Sure, she apologized, and I forgive her, but I don't like her anymore."
"Really?" Aster raised an eyebrow. "Over one little incident? Harsh."
"No, no! That's not what I meant." Chazz was getting frustrated, "I mean, she's been mean to me for a long time. I've had it with her."
"Oh, in that case, I understand."
Aster rested his chin in his hand and looked at Chazz through slanted blue eyes. Chazz gulped nervously, feeling his heart begin to thump. He'd never felt this nervous except for when he was around Alexis. Could this mean….
"Chazz," Aster asked, "are you gonna be all right?"
Chazz nodded. "I'm fine. I just…have been through some rough times."
Aster nodded slowly, then caught sight of a long scar extending from beneath Chazz's sleeve.
"What's that?"
"Oh, that?" Chazz laughed nervously, "I accidentally scraped my arm against my…duel disk."
Aster looked more concerned. "Chazzy, are you honestly Ok?"
Chazz froze, hearing Aster refer to him as such. "Aster, are you coming on to me?"
Aster laughed nervously, breaking his cool. "Well…"
Chazz scowled. "Well?"
Aster blushed. "Maybe."
"Do you like me or something?"
Aster finally nodded. "I already told you back in the cafeteria. You're cute. You're adorable, actually."
Chazz sighed, but blushed despite his bitter expression. "Ok, Ok, I get it. This is just some cruel joke. Next thing I know, some guy with an MTV crew is gonna jump out and scream 'You just got punked!' Am I correct?"
"Nope." Aster admitted, "I really like you."
"Yeah, right." Chazz scoffed, "Maybe when pigs fly. Maybe when--"
Aster leaned over the table and kissed Chazz, catching him off guard. Chazz just sat there stupidly as Aster pulled him in a deeper kiss and held him close. After a moment, Aster touched his tongue to Chazz's lips, asking to go in. Chazz scowled and kept his mouth shut tight. Aster finally pulled away, looking a bit hurt.
"Chazz…"
"No, I don't want to hear it. How dare you kiss me like that! I hardly even know you! And I'm not gay!" he quickly said.
But deep inside, he felt a little hot over the kiss. He felt his heart racing abnormally and wished that they could've kept going. He quickly shook his head, clearing his mind of these thoughts.
"Chazz," Aster said as Chazz stepped off the yacht in faux indignant disgust, "if you ever change your mind…"
Chazz cast him what he hoped was an angry glare. "In your dreams."
Aster smirked a little. "Oh, I get it, Chazz. You don't want to admit you have feelings for me."
"Don't go there, bitch."
"Oh, so now you're playing dirty. Chazz, if you ever need a girlfriend…"
"Dumbass, you're not a girl…are you?"
"You wanna find out?" Aster asked, winking.
"Hell, no. Back off, bitch."
"Oooh, feisty. I like that in a man."
"Stop talking like that!"
"Ok, Ok, I'll stop. Sorry. Well, see ya, Chazz."
Chazz stared at how calm Aster was acting, as though nothing had happened at all! He stormed back towards the school, trying to ignore the rising attraction inside of him. There was no way that The Chazz was gay. There was no way that Asshole would get his way with him. If that were the case, then why did Chazz feel sad at the thought of never kissing him again? He did not want to know.
A/N: Hope you liked! Please review. And I don't know how often I will update it seeing how I have more stories than I can count that I need to update and I have four communities to work on.
Chazz: You're so cruel.
Me: I know.
Chazz: Please don't tell me you're a rabid yaoi fangirl.
Me: Nope. I dabble in it.
Chazz: Then why did you write three stories today about me and guys?
Me: Get over it.
Chazz: WHAT?!!!
Me: I SOWWY! Don't worry, Chazz, like I said before, I will reward you.
Chazz: I'm not so sure it's worth it.
Me: Aww, come on…just think…lemon scene w/ Alexis.
Chazz: FINE!!! (storms off)
Me: Sorry about that. But I really AM a Valentineshipping fan. I've got to get back to writing Only Sixteen before Chazz decided to grab an axe and murder me in a most unpleasant manner.
Chazz: Here I come…
Me: I gotta go. Chazz, don't!
Chazz: just kidding. I'M NOT GAY!!!!