Disclaimer: Well, as much as it depresses me, I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! It would have been so much fun if I had. No GX, no 5Ds (motorcycles? Honsetly?) And everybody would have gotten together! The cast of children is owned by me, however.
Oh, yeah, I don't even own Haushinka's name, I guess. She's named after a Green Day song, which is owned by Billie Joe Armstrong and his crew (Mike Dirnt and Tré Cool) needforspeedracer . deviantart . com
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Now .... on with the story!
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Peachparents
Yugi and Téa
Yugi Muto went out to get olives four years ago.
He still hadn't returned.
And every weekend for those past four years Téa Gardner, Yugi's childhood friend, his secret love, came to the Turtle Game Shop in hopes of seeing him once more. Each and every weekend, her hopes were crushed. She would stay, chat with Yugi's grandfather Solomon Muto for a while, and then she would storm out, wondering why exactly it was she wanted him to be back so badly.
"Téa, dear, you are like family to me," said Grandpa Muto one day, "and I may not be around forever. I would be honored if you took over this game shop should something happen to me."
"Don't talk like that, Mr. Muto," she demanded. "You're fine, and you're going to be fine for a very long time, so long that I'm sure Yugi will be back by then and happy to run the shop."
How unfortunate that she couldn't even fool herself with such a claim.
"Téa, it's a lovely day," Grandpa pointed out, motioning to the bright windowpanes on the door. "I would feel guilty if I knew I was keeping you inside. Go along now; I can manage fine by myself."
"Are you sure, Mr. Muto?" she asked. "I really hate to leave you."
"Absolutely positive," he assured her. "Now, I won't tolerate you here for another moment. Go, Téa."
"Goodbye, Mr. Muto," she bade him. She placed her pocketbook over her shoulder and made her exit. A little bell sounded as she opened the door. The sound was torture to her. Every time she heard it, it meant another week had gone by and she'd failed in her mission. He had not returned.
Téa sat in Domino Park, among happy children playing and the trees swaying in the wind. She and Yugi had once been children, playing so innocently. What had happened between them? What had she done so wrong that he chose to cut her so completely out of his life?
Then she chuckled. She knew exactly what happened. Nearly half their lives ago Téa had fallen in love with the Nameless Pharaoh, a sprit that lived in Yugi's Millennium Puzzle. Yugi felt unwanted ... the unwanted side of a love triangle ... the loser.
"I'm sorry," she said to the air. "I'm so sorry I did that to you. That I made you feel inept ... unworthy." Devastated she looked to the sky. The dancing wind blew her hair into a dance around her face, "If only I knew where you were ... I would tell you that."
"That was lovely to hear," said a deep voice. "Now can I get it on tape?" Téa looked up the man who dared to chuckle at her misery ... and she gasped.
"Yugi?!" she screamed. "But that's ... not possible!"
"Is it now?" he asked. "I do live here, don't I?"
"Where have you been for the last four years!?" she screamed. Yugi pulled out a jar from a plastic bag he had on his wrist, "I swear, nearly every store in the world was out of olives."
"Don't try to pull the wool over my eyes, Yugi Muto," Téa chastised. "Where were you really?"
"You know me," he replied. "I get tied up in trouble everywhere I go."
"Melody and Tristan got married last year," she said. "We wanted you to be there, but ... no one could find you."
"So, Tristan's finally happy," Yugi thought aloud. "That's good."
She stood up to face him, almost incredulous of his presence. He was finally taller than her. It came fifteen years late, but he'd finally had his growth spurt. He looked more like the pharaoh now. But she didn't care anymore. This was Yugi, her childhood friend; Yugi, her confidante; Yugi ...
"I love you," she said suddenly.
"What?" he asked. Yugi had waited since age sixteen to hear her say such a thing, but now he wasn't so sure how to feel.
"I love you," she repeated. "And I know, even if you've convinced yourself that you don't, you still care for me."
"Of course I care about you. But when we were kids ..."
"I was a stupid sixteen-year-old," she said. "But I need you, Yugi. Ask your Grandpa. I've been lost these four years. I love you!" She wrapped her arms around him and wept.
Yugi gently put his arms around her. This was a new beginning. They were no longer children, and no longer friends; they were lovers.
And soon after that, they were man and wife; and father and mother to a beautiful baby girl.