|Invisible Interruptions
Yuma leaned against the curve of his hammock, so he would be comfortable. A board game piece in his hands, his crimson eyes lazily staring at the card at the front and behind it was rows of small door-like slots that flip.
"Does...it have black hair?" Yuma quizzed his friend. His friend was sitting in the desk chair by the dusty desk that hadn't been touched for years. Yuma insisted that he could sit on the floor since the chair might be unstable to be sitting in. He however refused, said he would be fine.
"No." Came his reply. Yuma groaned and reached for the remaining little windows to flip down. Ryouga could see a scowl expression growing on Yuma's face. His eyebrows furrowed together, his hand clenching to the plastic board.
"You can't tell me that!" He was always shouting at something non-existent. Frankly, the older teen tried not to pry too much in Yuma's life. He told himself many times to not concern himself with the cheerful, young duelist since he, therefore, had told him the same.
"No! I told you, I can't cheat!" Yuma was now turning around to the side, one of his hands let go of the game to hold onto the net and his other hand jerked. He thrashed and swung his arm, the flipping slots clacking against the plastic and the card flew out of its' place.
Ryouga sighed breathlessly at the scene. This was the third time now he had done this. He set his own game piece onto his lap. "Yuma," he got the boy's attention, he was rather quick on apologizing.
Ryouga paused, looking around at their surroundings of the boy's attic. Multiple ancient artifacts and souvenirs from far away places decorated the room. Yuma holds pride in them and his parents' findings. After all, they were a memento of them for the boy.
He fixed his game board, flipping some slots back up and inserting the card back in its' place. Deciding to continue on, Ryouga looked at his own, "Does it have glasses?"
Yuma groaned, mumbling out his response, "Yes." He could feel himself mentally smirk, in turn he smiled momentarily, flipping down most of the flips, only several were still left to guess. Yuma rubbed his chin in thought, a look of determination in his eyes.
There went another scowl, he thrashed the game board into the air, a firm grip onto it. "That's cheating!"
The calm male let out a sigh, closing all the doors down and putting the game back in the box. "Yuma, I will not linger any longer."
Yuma immediately snapped his attention to him, feeling bad about the earlier interruptions. He knew it would get on his nerves soon.
"Shark...I, I'm sorry!" Yuma got out of the hammock, his hand still held on to the plastic board, the flipping doors pieces clacking. Ryouga stood up from the chair and made his way to the open window. His hands clasped on the ledge.
"I don't believe in ghosts," said Shark. He jumped over and through the window down to the stairs at the bottom. Yuma went up to the window, watching his friend stroll away.
Not really pleased with the ending, but it'll do. It was suppose to be a fic around Ryouga / Yuma / Astral but eh...it leaned more to Ryouga / Yuma instead.
Oh well. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out what game they're playing either.