A/N: Hello everyone! This is just a tiny little short story for Valentine's Day. I am hoping to be done with the story completely by Valentine's Day. The chapters are all going to be very short but hopefully they will be fun to read regardless. Thank you for reading and as always, reviews are loooooooved!
I do not own Yugioh! Only this plot!
Saturday, February 7th. One week until Valentine's Day. One week until every couple around will find themselves glued to their significant other. Not me. I have no such luck.
You see, my name is Ryou Bakura and I am invisible. Okay... Not literally, but I might as well be. I moved from England to Japan several months ago with my parents and let me tell you, friendship has not been the most obtainable thing for me. Forget even considering a relationship.
The combination of my "accent" and unique appearance usually results in me getting made fun of more than anything else. Let us begin with the fact that I am very pale. To say my skin lacks pigment would be an understatement. I could probably give Snow White a run for her money in the "skin white as snow" department. Even my hair is color deficient. The thick strands of silver fall in layers around my shoulders and go half way down my back. There is nothing special or noteworthy about my eyes. On the other hand, I must admit that they at least have color. To put it more specifically, they are brown.
With everything put together, I found myself experiencing a ridiculous amount of trouble making friends. As such, I gave up on any hope of having friends within Domino High School and prefer to be left alone with a good book. It is better than being poked and made fun of on a continuous basis.
When I first moved here, I was bullied and made fun of daily. I learned rather quickly to keep my mouth shut and lay low. I have found the invisibly factor of laying low is the best tactic to not come home with a black eye. Stay silent and do not draw attention to oneself. That is my moto for making it out of Domino High alive.
Currently, I am walking home from the library with my nose buried in The Tell Tale Heart. I pause in front of our mailbox and pop the latch. The little metal door drops open with an irritating screech. I really should get some WD-40 for the hinges. I remove the envelopes from the box, close the squeaking door, and head inside. The warmth of the house instantly surrounds me and wraps me in its comforting embrace.
"I'm home! Mom? Dad?" I holler as I hang my keys on the wooden key holder.
No response. Hmmm they must be out running errands. I go to place the mail on the table when one of the envelopes catches my eye. I pick up the navy blue envelope and turn it over. My name is written across the front in delicate script using a silver pen.
My eyebrows furrow, "I wonder who this could be from."
I slide my finger across the seal of the envelope breaking the barrier between me and the mystery letter. I unfold the piece of paper that was enclosed inside. The paper is also a dark navy blue with the same silver writing.
My Dearest Ryou,
Let me first start by saying I've noticed you around school. You fascinate me. To say you have captured my attention and my heart does not go far enough in describing how I feel about you.
Up to this point I have not had the courage to approach you and tell you how I feel. By the end of next week, I hope I can catch your attention and persuade you to give me a chance.
I will be giving you small clues each day throughout this week that should lead you to the location of the next clue. I will be waiting for you on the other side of the clue chain.
So... Without further ado, here is your first clue:
Topsy turvy
Turn your world upside-down
To see the location of your second clue
Surround yourself with green and brown
Face the direction of the setting sun
Climb high and dangle low
Search the grounds of your humble abode
Best of luck in finding the next clue. I will be rooting for you.
Love always,
Your Secret Admirer
A secret admirer hmmmm? I call shenanigans. This must be a cruel trick. I wad up the paper and toss it into the trash bin under the sink.
I make my way out of the kitchen before pausing at the door. But then again... What if I'm wrong?
I let out a long drawn-out sigh as I rescue the letter from the trash bin. I skeptically reread the letter and decide to give this unknown "admirer" person a chance. I will need to wait until tomorrow to find out.