Beautiful

Yubel makes the mistake of watching human television, which makes her worry whether or not she's lovely enough for Juudai. A silly little twoshot. JuudaixYubel

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Hey, everyone. I don't really care for Yugioh GX, but I caught a glimpse of these two on the (ironically enough) telly, and was interested in their back stories. Did a little research, and a good amount of 'Awwwing.' Thus, I decided to give a shot writing a small story. I'm not too good with romance, but I hope you like it! By the way, Yubel is a hermaphodite in this, (Though the reference is to 'she') so here's your first and last warning!

Yubel didn't like it when Juudai was away. Not one bit. It made her nervous, and it made her fidgety around the small flat that they shared. She didn't MEAN to be, of course, but when Yubel got to fidgeting around the tiny space she and Juudai shared, things tended to break. Juudai had been remarkably kind about the number of things she broke, but it made her feel guilty, which made her feel more stir-crazy. Only at night could she enjoy a decent flight outside, else she'd cause a widestream panic in the city.

Humans could be such segregated prudes about flying demons. See one, and you think doomsday is upon you. Yubel had written several letters of complaint about it to the Editor, but for some reason or another, they were never published. Cheapskates. Juudai, hiding a smile behind his hand, had told her that often people who had vast money or power had their letters actually published in that section.

It'd be lovely if she could fly out to visit Juudai while he was at work, and to surprise him with lunch. But until Juudai finished college and his many side-jobs, here, in this tiny place, she would have to stay for most of the time. That he had to work so hard to feed the both of them, to afford this small apartment, pained her, and made her wish ardently that she could work, too, instead of spending day after listless day straightening the apartment, redecorating it, occasionally repainting if she were really bored that day, or willing the clock to move by faster, so that Juudai would come home.

On such a day, Yubel lowered her newest book, and tossed it unhappily behind her on the floor, before raising her head to look at the clock beside the bed she and Juudai shared. It must have been awhile since she looked last; an hour or two must have gone by, at lea-

Her multicolored eyes widened in horror. Three minutes. Yubel seized Juudai's pillow, and buried her face in it, inhaling the scent of him.

She was bored. Terribly so. She'd already redone the kitchen twice that day. She'd gone through the large stack of library books that Juudai had gotten for her in a half hour. Dinner was already waiting for the two of them in the fridge-it just needed to be warmed up. There was absolutely nothing left for her to do.

And it was killing her.

The duel monster dully turned around on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. She wanted Juudai to come home. She wanted to help him with his history homework, she wanted to hear him talk about his day at school, at the Java Stand, or at the Studio. She wanted to eat dinner with him, to play a board game with him, maybe take a bath with him, and then, just quietly sit on the bed for awhile before they went to sleep….

….for a very short period of time. Juudai had arranged to have morning classes (Much to his horror) so that he could work late. That meant he had to be out of bed at six, and home by six. It was so unfair.

Juudai was still working long shifts at the studio this week, desperate to pay their month's rent and to make a tiny deposit on their small savings account.

Yubel groaned, and sat up, uneasily kicking her legs back and forth over the side of the bed.

That wasn't even the worst of it. All day, every day, thoughts of trouble that the young man constantly stumbled into loomed into her mind, thoughts of him getting mugged, kidnapped, or other ghastly things she had read about in the papers happening to him haunted her, and the idea of other 'girls' catching his eye, tormented her. If Juudai could live at the dorms in his college, he wouldn't have to work like this, so that they could be together. And, if he found a pretty-looking girl at his school who liked the same things he did, then….

"Agh!" Yubel groaned, as she drifted out the door, desperate to calm down. She narrowly avoided knocking over a vase in the hallway once again.

There had to be something she hadn't yet done! But Yubel kept their living space tidy-made sure the bills were paid, and grocery lists made. She'd done all that this morning. What could she do now? She definitely wasn't tired, so sleeping was out of the question. Besides, Yubel hated sleeping in the daytime. As if she didn't feel lazy enough already.

Yubel dully floated past the kitchen, past the sitting room, and then paused. Juudai's parents had given him a…what was it? A television, as a going away present. The boy had been too busy to turn the Talking Box on lately, but it did do vaguely amusing things, sometimes. Yubel didn't know how all the people and voices fit inside the box, but somehow, they all did. Maybe they'd be interested in talking to her. Maybe it would pass the time.

Uncertain, the duel monster reached for the small device sitting on the coffee table, and, after a few tries, pressed the largest green button.

The screen began to flicker, and the red light on the corner of the large box had just turned blue. Encouraged by her success, Yubel settled back on the couch to see what TV had to offer.

"This week, on Tin Chefs, our mystery ingredient is a special little thing we call love…."

Bored, Yubel pressed random buttons on the remote, hoping the screen would flash to something more interesting. To her immediate gratification, the channel DID turn. The Television was her willing servant!

"Frogo, what are you waiting for? CAST THE RING INTO THE FIRE!"

The small, elven like creature slowly turned around, desire burning in his haunted blue eyes.

"…no, Pam."

A devilish smile crossed his features, and he slowly stared to retreat from the enormous pit of fire. However, the other slightly shorter figure simply yelled out,

"That ring makes you look like a total girl, y'know!"

The ring of power was flying towards the lava when Yubel triumphantly changed the channel.

"-and so, an all new season begins now-with card games on MOTORCYCLES!"

"What a stupid idea," Yubel grumbled under her breath, right before changing the channel once again.

"And so, Marsha is going back to prison, but she'll teach her fellow in-mates how to arrange tasteful platters of fruit-"

Yubel changed the channel again, admiring the power pulsating in her veins. This was amazing. The TV went quiet when she wanted it to, Louder when she pressed a button, and in Spanish when she requested it to! The Television wasn't just her servant-it was her SLAVE!

"-and so, our letter for the week is C yet again, because this show has been around for a heartcrippling amount of time-"

Click!

"Next on Jingler, a man who has married an outhouse and a spittoon-"

Click!

"So, we're just asking you to empty out your wallets, and buy this cheap nonsense for-"

Click!

"Allison….I love you. But the truth is, Samantha was pregnant with what was believed to be my baby, only to turn out to be my half-sister-in-law."

Click!

"How's your complexion today?"

Yubel blinked, and uncertainly lowered the remote, just as she was about to exercise her magnificent powers once again. It was the first time the TV had directly asked her a question.

"….fine, I guess," she answered, puzzled. "Why are you asking?"

The TV went on, as if it hadn't heard her.

"Are you features growing grayer by the day? Do they disgust people you meet on the street, make small children cry, men cringe, and windows break?"

Yubel froze. Her free hand flew to her face. The announcer went on:

"Get the shine back in your face with Gataril, the lotion men AND women love! It smoothes out your facial flaws, highlighting your merits! Soon enough, your cheeks will be apple red, and your wrinkles smoothed out! Avoid looking like a graying old beldam!"

The remote fell from Yubel's trembling hand as she moved it to her other cheek.

She COULD blush, yes, but her cheeks weren't naturally pink, or rosy. Did men like girls who had rosy faces? Did she really look like a…beldam?

Grasping blindly for the remote, she hurriedly changed the channel.

That was a mistake.

There was a paid infomercial on diet pills-was she skinny enough? She had no idea, but Juudai was very thin. If she were a 'woman' in this relationship, did she have to be skinnier then him?

There was a new line of mascara-were her eyelashes long enough? Did she have much of a sex appeal-Yubel was a hermaphodite! So what if Juudai…..

…..found that really, really creepy?

Channel after channel, the results were the same: Was she interested in dying her hair?

….was hers a little unnerving?

What about her nails? They were claws. It would be impossible to file them or put glittery designs or stones on them.

Was she supposed to be the 'male' in their relationship? Was she handsome? Did she protect Juudai as she should? Should she be ripped? Shouldn't she be wearing designer jeans?

The more channels she turned, the more fearful she felt. Juudai wasn't the type of person who looked at your appearance-he looked at YOU. It was one of the reasons why she loved him so.

But what if she didn't deserve him? What if she weren't trying hard enough?

Yubel hastily turned the telly off, and raced for the bathroom, heart pounding. What she saw in the mirror made her want to cry.

She had fangs-no perfect teeth. She had WINGS, for Pete's sake. She had talons, and untamable hair. She looked like a beast. A monster. A monster who could go either way in terms of….that department.

Yubel sank to the bathroom floor, buried her face in a towel, and began to sob.