Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
She'd always been a bit of a pushover.
She was 'little Shizuka'; sweet smile, big childlike eyes- those were the things that defined her. Made her. Shaped her into the pretty ideal that everyone believed she was.
And, in truth, she was that way. She did care about others, she was selfless and kind, and she'd always been like that. But, who would ever notice the sorrows of the willow tree?
Beauty doesn't replace sadness, she realized, in many ways it induced it. People do not tend to look at beauty and leave it alone, they need a piece of that beauty, of that innocence. If she were to be born ugly and jaded, her two admirers wouldn't still be interested. They'd exchange a few kind words perhaps, she was their friend's sister, but they wouldn't go far past that.
She didn't regret her demeanor, she just was saddened by the events caused by it; the admiration, the jealousy, the idolization.
Being perfect doesn't compensate for being understood. She'd learn to keep her mouth shut; admitting her problems only made people incredulous that she even had any. Even her closest friends ignored her sorrows, claiming someone so sweet, and so young couldn't have any.
She wanted to scream, to run, to confront her annoyances instead of embracing them. She wanted to be listened to, and not just by people who need a kind word or gesture. Although, acting out was not what she was expected to do.
She could stay the same, she was used to being quiet. She had become aquainted with silence and peace... or, at least, she'd been pressured into believing she was.
After all, she always had been a bit of a pushover.
