Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh.
Laying in my bed late at night, a million thoughts rushed upon my head: I thought about how my life had taken such a drastic change in such a short time. It seemed like only yesterday I was the kid who nobody liked, the kid who was always alone playing his games but never with any-body else. But, then I met... Joey.
He wasn't that nice to me at first. In fact, he considered me a bit of a wimp. I don't think he liked me very much, but he was trying to make me more into a man so I didn't think of it as bullying. It was more like training. And at the end of the day, I still considered him my friend and I still would have sacraficed my life to save him.
When I saw him being terrorized by the bully, I knew I had to do something. I just knew that despite how cold he could have been and how nasty he could be to me, deep down he never really meant to hurt me. He hadn't done it in the best way, but he really was trying to make me stronger... and somehow, it worked.
I stood up to the bully and did my best to protect Joey and Tristan. I got beat up a little, but it earned me their respect and their friendship. As I laid on my bed, I came to a conclusion: our friendship was stronger than normal.
We had been through so much together and although sometimes we didn't agree on things, we persevered.
My heart did a pitter-patter and I suddenly came to the conclusion: I didn't like Joey as a friend, or love him as a friend. I loved him... as a lover. I had gone through hardships, pain, pleasure and expierenced the full-tilt joy of duelling, learning new things and digging deeper into our inner cores with this person. Maybe it wasn't considered natural. Maybe some viewed it as wrong. But, I loved him and he was meant more to me than any card game.
I finally tossed around and drifted into slumber, picturing the face of the blond with the golden retriever expression one last time before nodding off.