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Fun Starts Here

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Fun Starts Here

Author’s Note: Inspired by the December 2014 edition of Otomedia magazine, which features Yuya and Sora decorating a strawberry Christmas cake. Enjoy the story and R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V series.


Shiunin Sora bakes Christmas cookies for Sakaki Yuya, but discovers getting Yuya to eat them may take a miracle – or more reliably, a conveniently placed Yoko.

“Come on, just one bite, Yuya!”

The Entertainment Duelist known as Sakaki Yuya scratched his head. Shiunin Sora had broken into his house again. He used the phrase “broken into” hyperbolically, since he’d in fact heard Sora charming his mom downstairs by calling her his sister again to allow him through the front door. Sometimes Yuya wondered why the little blue-haired sugar fiend bothered. If he really desired to enter that badly, he could have easily slipped in via Yuya’s bedroom window. He was a born acrobat, after all. And as much an imp as his Edge Imp monsters.

“What are they?”

“They’re Christmas cookies! I made them especially for you, Yuya!” The munchkin held up the fruits of his labour.

A mix of slightly misshapen holiday-themed biscuits was neatly arranged in three rows, sorted by design, on a non-stick baking sheet: Christmas trees, stockings, and ornaments.

“But it’s the middle of July!” Yuya squeezed the bridge of his nose in frustration. The sun had barely crested on Maiami City, and yet here he was, infuriatingly awake.

Sora didn’t seem all too discouraged by the contradiction. His gaze continued to race back and forth between the oven pan in his hands and Yuya’s dreary expression. It was exceedingly rude to accost him in bed like this at such an objectionable hour, but best to eat the cookies while they were nice and crisp. He had risen heinously early for someone his age, for the express purpose of whipping up a fresh batch of soul-warming goodness to please Mr. Clownery over here. Yuya kind of owed it to him to dig in.

Or so he thought. Yuya ran for the hills – or rather, the pole in the hall outside his living quarters. He didn’t even stop to change out of his grey pj’s, and nearly tripped over his pets, En and Core.

“Ah! Yuuuyaaa! Where are you going?” Sora whined, almost pancaking the family dog and cat as well amid confused barking and grumpy purring.

The younger met him in the kitchen, a full twenty seconds behind. Yuya had taken the shortcut down the fire pole, and was making a serious dash for the exit before Yoko barred his escape.

“Really, Yuya! You’re not dressed!” his ex-biker babe mom disciplined. “And don’t be selfish! I mean, look at that face!”

Yuya turned to the corner, where Sora was undoubtedly doing his “I’m a cute kid so pay attention to me” routine. Ask anybody, and they would tell you he was irresistible. Insanely, Yuya wished he was actually showing off his scary, candy-crunching “hunting game” sneer, which would provide him a reasonable excuse to leave.

Obviously, that was not the case. Sora was in total sparkle mode, the same baby-doll portrayal he knew swayed others to his whims without fail.

“Yuuuuyaaaa! Try my cookies, please! I worked so hard on them!”

His cheeks overwhelmingly pink, the Scissor Wolf in Furnimal Sheep’s clothing poured more emotion into his syrupy performance. How was that possible?

Sora kept moving closer until Yuya ran out of floor, completely backed up against a wall.

No place left to hide, Yuya fell into lockstep with Sora’s mad parade, conscripted. He was loathe to admit it, but given prolonged exposure, even he succumbed to the effects of Sora’s persuasive pushiness. To refuse Sora’s request was to trample the dreams of children everywhere. For an entertainer like Yuya, who sought to instill mirth and merriment in audiences wherever he went, sitting on a child’s hopes was flagrantly unacceptable.

“I’ll take a Christmas tree. You happy?” he groaned grinchily.

“Yay, I won!”

“Now that’s the proper way to treat your apprentice!” Yoko clapped.

“He’s not my apprentice!” Yuya reminded her.

The magnetic maestro inspected the gingerbread arrow. Naturally, pointy, only off-balance along an edge, and showing signs Sora had tried to repair it. Probably harmless. He hazarded a nibble. “Woah, it’s delicious!”


To Sora’s delight, Yuya helped himself to a stocking, and then an ornament. Each pastry earned him similar praise.

“And now Big Sis gets hers!” Sora put the tray on the kitchen counter, and let Yoko have her pick.

“Oh my! You’re such an honest boy!” Youth reaffirmed, she lionized the visitor in her home, and decided upon a festive bauble.

Yuya sweatdropped. His mom clung to this ruse every time. At least, he fooled himself into believing it was a ruse. Mostly, he just wanted to dodge the uncomfortable acknowledgement that people found his mother alluring.

“So, about these cookies…”

“What about them? Could it be? You’re drooling for another, aren’t you?”

“It’s not that,” he dismissed, though he grabbed a second fir anyway. “Why Christmas? As I said, it’s July.”

“Oh, haven’t figured it out yet, have you?” Sora sounded genuinely surprised.


“It’s always Christmas when you’re around, Yuya!” Sora hugged him like he was his own personal Furnimal Bear.

“And how is that, exactly?”

“Blame your hairdo.”

“My hair? What does my hair have to do with anything?”

“You’re a walking Christmas present, Yuya!”

The fourteen-year-old flicked a loose strand of his bicoloured coif, realizing what Sora was referring to. Red and green. His hair was red and green like Christmas.

Yuya laughed. Out of habit, he donned his goggles, masking his misty eyes. He’d fallen asleep with them the night before, after a busy evening rearranging the cards in his deck. His eyewear collected his tears of joy, a world’s worth of smiles.

The holiday spirit had touched his heart. In July.

Sora waited faithfully for his not-teacher’s catchphrase, which he knew would arrive.

The goggles came off.

“The fun starts here!”