1 - Fujiwara – Understanding
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! DM GX.
Fujiwara knew that he would find Fubuki sitting at the base of the lighthouse, just as he always would on every evening, regardless of the weather. Gold and pink filaments shot the lavender sky as the sun lazed uncertainly over the horizon.
Joining Fubuki was a relatively pleasant matter, requiring only that he sit down next to the boy and return his warm greeting with a quicksilver wave and a short smile. They began talking about all manner of things, just like two freshmen boys would be expected to do. It is only the content of their conversations—duel strategy, Platonic philosophy in the twenty-first century, and soda pop—which seems abnormal. Finally the tide of conversation turns to the personalities of the two boys, and that is when Fujiwara plasters on the compliments.
"You know, Fubuki, I really look up to you. You're an amazing guy, so popular and kind. You can get any female you want and yet you still hang out with people like me. I'm lucky."
"No! I'm lucky to have you as a friend. You're a special guy, Fujiwara. You're stillness always helps to put my mind at ease after a rough day."
"Stillness?"
"Yeah. There is a certain stillness in your intelligence. Everyone is so frivolous, but you are concerned about a set of topics and that's it."
"Fubuki . . ."
"Hey, don't look down like that! Keep your eyes to the sky instead."
"Yeah . . . I think that I'll do that. Thanks."
"Hey, no problem! That's what friend do for each other. I've got your back, just as I am sure you've got mine."
And that was the problem with Fubuki. He never doubted other human beings. Wait, why had Fujiwara come to talk on this evening?
"Fubuki, what do you think about the incident today . . . ? I mean, I just don't understand how people can be so cruel."
"Well, that's the thing with popular kids. People naturally want to protect their own, so when the popular kids do it, it almost seems like clique violence. But they're just doing what comes natural."
"Do you protect you own?"
". . . I like to think that I do. I mean, I love my baby sister dearly, and I try to stand up for my friends."
"You stood up for me."
"Yes, I did, didn't I?"
"Thank you . . . Fubuki, for doing that. No one else has fought on my behalf before."
"You're very welcome. It's the least I can do for a friend."
Fujiwara knows that Fubuki is not gloating when he says this. The least he can do . . . Just a simple sacrifice for others; Fujiwara just doesn't understand why or how it can be this simple for Fubuki.
Human hearts are the epitome of darkness, and therefor all human intentions are essentially dark.
But Fubuki does not follow this paradigm.
Why, Fubuki, do you drag yourself down with the burden of others? Why leave an avenue for the darkness and then not exploit it?
Fujiwara thinks that he may never understand it because, quite frankly, he can't.