== Be short, cute and kawaii as fuck
Now as the girl, you realize that being 'cute and kawaii as fuck' is redundant since they mean the exact same thing. Huh. You are currently in your bedroom with your best friend, the one that was briefly mentioned last chapter. She is laying on your bed horizontally, head hanging off the side as you sit cross legged beside her, softly humming the tune of some pop song. You've only got a week and a half left before you move, and you want to spend as much time with her before that happens. Your laptop is on her stomach, and you're currently back on Omegle, but together. Just for a few laughs and oh my god your conversational partner this time actually is a horny Australian. Oh. Oh. You both scramble to close the browser, disregarding the other tabs while rancorously scream-shouting, "Disconnect, disconnect, disconnect!" discordantly.
You glance at each other when you finally manage to eradicate the memory from both of your minds and burst out laughing. Oh, how you're going to miss this. Although, you could technically still do this after you move. That's what Skype and all those social networking sites are for. Seriously, why have accounts for these things only to not use them? You continue your merrymaking. You still haven't told her about that guy you swapped information with. Herm. You get right to that and she nearly has an aneurism over the fact that you didn't tell her. You pretend to laugh it off (honestly you feel a bit guilty; friends don't keep secrets from friends) and tell her there's nothing to worry about. There have been no signs that indicate anything weird or life threatening. It's been a week and no email spammage. You're fine, you tell her. "I just worry about you, Yuugi," she chuckles mournfully as she hugs you. "It won't be the same without you here."
You return the embrace, patting her back in an attempt to comfort her. "We'll keep in touch, I promise. Besides, you can come out to visit over the break, right?" She nods and gives you a watery smile. Sappy goodbyes have never been your thing, but Anzu has been your best friend for years. You can't stop the sappy goodbye from happening, and it isn't even time for you to leave yet! You've still got plenty of time. Maybe. A week can feel almost as short as a day. You feel a few tears leak from your eyes, despite your best efforts to keep them welled up behind your eyelids. You exhale shortly through your lips as you rub them away, lightly sniffling. Traitorous bastards. It's not like you'll never see each other again. With another promise to keep in touch, both of you compose yourselves and get back to messing around on your laptop. You open your email and- hey, an email from an address you don't immediately recognize. Anzu springs up, knocking the laptop to the side, urging you to open it. You giggle at her excitement and do as she says. Oh! An email from your Omegle friend!
Anzu leans over your shoulder to read the message and make sure it shows no signs of stalkerish behavior, and to her delight, she finds none. The message is short and only reads: "Hey, Yugi, it's Yami. I finally decided to quit being lazy and shoot you an email. What's up?" Your response is about as short as his. It reads: "Hey, Yami! Well, not much really. Just… packing. My friend Anzu says hello," Anzu smacks you here for including her in your message. "Yeah, that's about it. I'm moving in a bit, that's all the news I've got for you." You send it and Anzu pouts, not really liking that she was included in a message to some stranger neither of you actually know. You grin, only barely holding in your laughter. It's fun knowing you have a friend as great as her. Your mind wanders back to the conversation you had with Yami last week, and you realize something. You're moving to the same time zone that he lives in. Well, if the chances of you two never meeting were high before, they just went way down.
== Give us a rundown of what has happened in the time skip
It's been a while since you moved, a few weeks now actually. You aren't particularly excited about this since you still miss Anzu and have only managed to make friends with a few people. You like them a lot and begrudgingly admit that they helped the loneliness you felt after you moved fade, but there's still a longing for the old game shop and your old friends. Currently, you're in the library with your new friend Bakura, a rather caustic and mildly klepto boy. You're supposed to be working on an English project but the two of you, knowing that you'll just end up bullshitting it anyways, are sitting in a dark and secluded corner, hoping the librarian won't find you and make you do the assignment or kick you out forcing you back to your class. You are silently sketching a face. trying to get the expression down, and Bakura is reading some obscure book on the history of RPG games, splayed out on his back in what looks to be a fairly uncomfortable position.
"Bakura," you whisper trying to get his attention. He seems to be way more engrossed in his book than you ever would have thought possible. Despite only knowing each other for less than a month, you're actually really close already; he's protective of you and teases you like you're his sister; you treat him just the same, only with less teasing. You whisper a few times more, knowing that you'll probably end up whacking him over the head with the softest book you can find. "Bakura Touzoku, don't you ignore me!"
A smirk curls his lip up on one side, and you fight the urge to sigh in and over exaggerated manner that would no doubt attract the attention of the hawkeyed, owl-eared librarian who had already shot dirty looks at you both when you'd headed straight to the darkest and most secluded section of the large room. "Fine. Fine then. Maybe I'll ignore you, see how you like it," you huff in what is most definitely not a cute way and return to your drawing. Bakura is unfazed and acts like he didn't hear you. You know that that is not the case and that he is trying to get a rise out of you; you may be friends but he is still an insufferable prick when it suits him. At times, you wonder how he even has a boyfriend, what with being rude and ostentatious to a degree that sometimes makes you feel like you need to take a break from being in his presence.
Barely five minutes pass before you give up being patient and give in to the steadily growing urge to kick your friend in the side, carelessly kicking at him with a boot clad foot. He barely gives any indication of having noticed and you are about at that point where you are willing to give in to the original urge of whacking him with a book. "What the hell was that for?!"
You'd found a not too heavy book and lazily stretched your arm out, flicked your wrist, and swiftly brought your weapon of choice down over the side of his head, glad to finally have relieved that irritating itch for violence. "You were ignoring me," you shrug nonchalantly. "There's no way that book is that interesting."
"Well, fuck you too, brat," he grumbles, tossing his reading material in your general direction. You respond by flashing him a saccharine smile, already too used to his antics. "What did you want, then? What was so important that you couldn't wait, like, twenty minutes?"
"I'm bored," you shrug.
"You're bored," he deadpans.
"Yes, bored," you repeat exasperatedly. "Fix it."
"What the hell am I supposed to do? We're in a library; find a book and read it."
"Guh," you whine, "you're absolutely no fun. Isn't Ryou spending enough time with you? You're crankier than usual."
"Ryou spends enough time with me, thank you very much," responds Bakura with very little hesitation. "Is that it?" He continues. "You just want to know the juicy details of how things are going with Ryou? It's going swimmingly, so don't you worry your pretty little head, love."
"Hmm," you reply. "That's not it at all; but, thank you for the fabulous update on the status of your relationship. Don't forget to tell Ryou I say hi later," you say, rolling your eyes at him in a way that clearly states 'Quit being a smartass you raging douche-canoe.' "Speaking of Ryou, though, when are you going to introduce me to him?" This is a question you've been asking him for the last week; as was previously stated, you are close, the closest of bros, and you can't help but want to meet the wonderful and undoubtedly patient person who managed to straighten Bakura out and keep him happy. Bakura told you a little bit about his past. While it wasn't really anything too deep and was actually pretty vague, it was enough for you to realize just how important Ryou must be to him. Bakura smiles softly at the mention of Ryou, a brief moment in which his guard is down, and you smile a tiny, discreet smile, as well. The expression quickly wipes itself away, the knowledge of how ridiculous your friend can be when it comes to actually displaying any emotion that doesn't scream, "Stay away; I'm a rude ass-butt that pretends to not have any emotions besides, 'hello, would you like a side of fuck off with that?' and 'I really couldn't care less about whatever the hell it is you're talking about,'" preventing you from showing that you'd even noticed anything.
"Alright shrimp, I'll see what I can do, " replies Bakura, returning your previous gesture of eye rolling. "Jeez, it's like your life won't be complete until you meet him."
Laughter almost bubbles out but you remind yourself of where you are and what it is you aren't doing, successfully smothering any sounds of amusement. "Please, you know that isn't the case; besides, I'm much more interested in meeting my darling stranger," you drawl jokingly.
Snorting, Bakura rolls over onto his stomach, propping his head up with his now laced hands under his chin. "Pfft; you ever gonna tell me anything about this mysterious boy of yours?" He asks sarcastically.
"You never really seemed that interested," you offer. That was kind of a lie and you damn well know it. When you'd first told Bakura about your friendship with Yami, you made sure that you were as vague as you could be. Bakura had pestered you a little about it, wanting to know more about him but, through your oddly developed manipulation skills, you managed to steer clear of that, always managing to change the subject. Sure, you should be more comfortable with sharing, but there was something off about the situation. You weren't (aren't) sure what the evasive factor that was making you feel secretive was, and boy was it driving you crazy. You'd started video chatting with Yami a few days ago, a fact that you had informed Anzu and Bakura of. Anzu had been excited; Bakura had been wary (with reason; you still hadn't even divulged him with very many details, one of which would be Yami's name. To Bakura, Yami is a nobody, a stranger who he'll probably never meet).
You'd been surprised to realize that you were much too excited for the first face to face (face to camera?) meeting. You hadn't been so anxious and excited in a while, a fact that you were very well aware of. The situation had begun awkwardly, neither of you really knowing what to say or do. To your relief, The extreme levels of discomfort had dissipated as the conversation continued; once you were both in your elements, you were gossiping like a pair of girls, catching up and laughing a lot more than one might have thought necessary. The first time the two of you video chatted, you stayed up until the early hours of the morning, evidently heavily engrossed in learning what you could about each other. Yami always seemed to be sporting some form of a smirk; the first time you saw the smirk, you laughed, thinking about the realization that if you had ever seen him on the street, you might have thought he was an arrogant prat (a cute arrogant prat) or something along the lines of that. The second time you conversed, you greeted each other as old friends would, as chill as a pair of sloths. You were excited to find that your animated way of speaking was easily balanced out by Yami's calmer manner of expressing himself. Smirks were inevitable and you found yourself wondering how many variations of one expression he could possibly equip.
"Oh, I'm plenty interested, squirt. I'm just not going to pry, because I'm such a fucking gentleman."
"Bluh."
"Whatever. I'll know enough about your mystery man soon enough."
"What," you deadpan, confused about what he is saying. "What do you mean you'll know soon enough?"
"Oh, nothing; forget I even said anything."
"As if that ever works," you grumble, displeased with being left in the dark when it comes to what it is, exactly, that your friend is planning. "God, you're insufferable," you pout.
"I aim to please," he smirks.