Disclaimer: I cannot lay claim to a green-eyed youth, nor his dice, nor, for that matter, to any portion of the Yu-Gi-Oh empire.

Author's Note: Otogi Ryuuji (Duke Devlin) drabble. Too obscure? Let me know. * . . . * indicates italics.

Title: Gone Chancing

Rating: G

Category: General, Psychological, Romance

Pairings: Blackspiky/brownpointy.

Summary: Otogi gambles on human nosiness.

Warnings: Shounen-ai.

Spoilers: Conclusion of Alcatraz storyline.



*Gone chancing*

My turn now to run for it.

I ramble (while they listen, sunset-kissed) excuses: new inventions, Stateside market.

In front of them, I clasp her hands-- bedazzle hazel eyes. Then walk away.

Her hand blooms round the paper square. A dart, a snatch, your angry bellow.

"Cell phone number? OTOGI!"

"So long." I give a jaunty, taunting wave; I will not turn and look; two fingers brush the tremble from my lips.

*Will you?*

More talk. A rustle. Then Jounouchi: "HONDA!"

They laugh: the square's returned.

*You wrote mine down? Good boy.*