It wasn’t a remark that Jounouchi Hideyasu was a stranger to. Oh, it wasn’t one that was said to him; mostly, it was said to Hase Ryouji, the leader of Team Raid Wild. Hase-chan’s team – who were extremely loyal to their leader; a bond forged, quite literally, in blood, fights and fire – were wary of him and his intentions towards their leader, and their worry was a one well-founded; after all, Hideyasu made it no secret that he was only upholding the alliance for as long as it was beneficial to him, Hase-chan’s safety and well-being be damned.
Hideyasu’s own team were less worried over his decision; after all, even if Ryouji had no care for Hideyasu’s safety and well-being, Hideyasu himself was more than capable of looking out for himself, and always placed his team, himself and his own safety before everything else.
‘You’re an idiot.’
Again, that wasn’t a remark that Hideyasu was a stranger to; this one often followed on the heels of the first. Though, Hideyasu scoffed, the most recent one to say this was Sonomura, the leader of Team Red Hot, and he was hardly the one to call Hase-chan out on his partnership with Hideyasu considering it was Sonomura who had accepted Hideyasu’s offer to form an alliance with Team Baron.
Then again, it was an open secret – not spoken about, but simply known – that Hideyasu only risked burning a bridge if said person had turned against him first or if he felt that the relationship would be disadvantageous to him and his team in the long run. Therefore, he was on amicable terms with most of the teams, who often trusted his word and advice when he approached them for a chat, a trade or an offer, like the one to ally with Team Baron.
They just didn’t trust him enough...
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...eded to do something or Hase-chan would be done for.
Awareness dimming, Hideyasu felt himself being lifted into the air, an arm holding him close to Hase-chan's chest while another curled supportively under his knees – he would have words with Hase-chan over this; the Raid Wild leader was getting way too free with his hands – and as unconsciousness crept over him, Hideyasu could just barely make out the words that Hase-chan was whispering harshly – jerkily, brokenly – under his breath.
‘You’re an idiot, Jounouchi; a stupid, stupid idiot.’
Everyone had always been wary of Hideyasu; with his reputation, he was the last person anyone would trust to watch their back.
Because Hideyasu was a survivor; he always put himself first.
But, Hase-chan had always been the exception, hadn't he?
And, you, Hase-chan, you’ll be the death of me.
Then, Hideyasu knew nothing more.
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