Hi there. ^^ This is a short one-shot I typed up about a week ago. See if you can guess who the spectator is watching.
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I just kinda stood there watching him, as usual, one small person in one big crowd. One big crowd circling, as usual, one specific event - a card duel.
Standing on my toes (I am, in fact, short in stature - that wasn't a metaphore), I could only glimpse an edge of his blonde hair as he stood across from his opponent, Duel Disc in position. A glimmer of the virtual monsters between the two duelists caught my eye as well. The crowd - myself included - had once again been drawn into the action of the event.
Finally, as I had hoped he would, the taller boy stood triumphantly before the brunette, and they shook hand cordially. As the crowd began to diminish, I backed away as well, wishing to remain the silent but chronically preset spectator I'd always been.
In the flow of things, my foot caught somebody's leg, causing me to hurl toward the pavement. I jarred my shoulder and inhaled with a hissing wince.
A hand reached down to me. As my eyes lifted, I saw a Duel Disk attatched to the arm, continuing to a blue and white stripped shirt, above which a kind face peered back at me, the most prominent features of which being those all too familiar blue eyes and blonde hair.
"You okay?" He asked me. I took his hand, half numb with shock, and he pulled me to my feet.
"Yeah, fine," I replied breathlessly.
An easy smile warmed his face. "Well, see you, then!" He turned to follow his friends, who were waiting for him.
Realizing my manners, I called to his back, "Thanks!" He waved casually back, acknowledging my awkward response. I watched, my eyes following subconsciously, as he walked away, laughing with his friends, and, placing my hand at my glowing face, I wondered when I would see him again.