I'm probably going to be hated for this. U Might be taken as OOC. Possibly post-series.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
He inched his hand nearer to hers, and she let him.
The world was spinning and people were living and life was moving on, and this was so much smaller than everything else (like death and oceans and pyramids and everything else they been through together) but it was huge to Anzu and it broke her heart.
He wasn't in love with her, she knew that much, but because his security and self-esteem had been smashed (crushed, broken, swept away) by flashes of blonde, skin, and purple, he was a little more vulnerable than he used to be. She was vulnerable too, but she needed to be strong, so she pushed her feelings back down and screamed inside and smiled outside and mumbled Yuugi's, no wait, Jonouchi's name. Jonouchi, Jonouchi, Jonouchi, who told her she was pretty and took her on dates and called late at night, telling that he needed her and other things that she wished weren't true. At least he noticed her. At least he sat beside her and tried to touch her and didn't run off chasing pharohs and monsters and dreams.
'This isn't right,' she says to herself, mumbling the words in her brain even though it doesn't really matter, does it Anzu?
She sat up carefully, adjusting her arms and legs and heart and emotions so that they were far away from him, very very far away. He didn't even glance up, the twitch of his fingers and nod of his head speaking all the words that they didn't bother saying anymore.
Maybe she was doing something right, but she's pretty sure she's just doing something stupid.
