Love's Puppet
Chapter14: You Really Are Clueless
A/N:
Robina: We just watched Once Upon a Time In Mexico! Driven: Yay! Johnny Depp!
Robina: Enrique!
Driven: Just a short chap this time but still enjoy!
Robina: Driven doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or Once Upon a Time in Mexico!
Mel woke at noon on Sunday, feeling rather disappointed, she'd hoped to see Yami the day before, but he hadn't turned up. A nurse came by, spoke for a while, gave her some medication, changed the dressing on her scalp wound, chattered something about floods in a country she knew nothing about and left.
Mel still felt so tired, she could remember things…walking, music in her ears…then she heard herself scream, heard a car, but it didn't stop…but she didn't. She closed her eyes, her head hurt too much for sleep.
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Yami walked out the door, he was going to see Mel today, unlike yesterday…he'd gotten ready got to the door, turned around and chickened out…he just couldn't stand it. What was he going to say to her? "Hi Mel, nice to see you today with bruises all over your skin, sorry 'bout not getting to you fast enough."
He got to the hospital, his usual sarcastic expression on his face as a nurse led him to Mel's room.
Mel's jaw almost hit the floor when she saw Yami walk in, carrying white daisies, none the less.
"Hi, Mel."
Mel looked at him. He was wearing black jeans and a green shirt. He sat down in the chair by her bed, holding the daisies awkwardly.
"What do you want?" She frowned at him.
He put the flowers in an empty vase on her drawers and shrugged, "I wanted to see you."
"Why?" You don't care…you may have called the ambulance for me, but it was only so you didn't have any guilt on your own conscience. You don't care about me, you don't feel for me how I feel for you.
"How do you feel?"
"You don't care," Sometimes I wish you did, but you don't.
Yami sighed, Mel confused him, she hadn't smiled when she'd seen him…why would she have? She hated him. "I'm sorr…"
"Stop," Mel rolled her eyes, "Don't apologise, Yami, it's pointless."
"Maybe I should go," Yami thought for a moment then got up.
"Sit the fuck down."
"Okay…" Yami scratched his neck and sat down, waiting for Mel to say something. He watched the clock, the little silver minute hand moved five times before Mel spoke.
"Words mean nothing, Yami…My mother told me she loved me, then she left. Don't tell me you're sorry…show me…"
Yami looked at Mel, "How am I meant to do that?"
Mel bit her lip, "If you really are sorry, you'll find a way."
Yami played with one of his blonde bangs, "I was so scared when I saw you…Mel, really…"
"There you go again…all you do is talk, Yami. Actions speak louder than words…"
Yami felt frustrated. What does she want me to do? I was so worried about her…why can't she just believe me? "I don't understand, Mel."
"See, that's why you fail," She glared.
"No, I fail because you won't accept that I actually care about you!"
"No, that's the thing. You do not care about me. You think you do, but really that's just your guilty conscience. You don't care about me, yes you were worried, that means nothing, a few days ago you hated my guts, you can't just suddenly like me it doesn't work like that, Yams."
I never hated you. Why would I? I was mad at you for about five minutes when we first met, at the beach I thought things might have changed a bit, but we just keep going in circles, trying to hurt each other…and it's working.
I don't want this to keep happening…
Mel wanted Yami to say something, to tell her he meant everything he said and that he'd never fight with her ever again…he stayed silent.
You have no idea how I feel, do you Yami? I only just worked it out myself, I've never felt this way, but this is unmistakeable. The reason I get so upset when you say mean things is because I actually care what you think…If anyone else told me I was worthless, I'd laugh in their face, but when it comes from you, I can't just laugh it off, it cuts me, deeply. It really makes me want to cry, and that's saying something. I wish you could see how I really felt, I want to show you what it's like to feel this way…I would if you'd let me.
Yami played with his chain, then he looked at Mel, "You looked so vulnerable, so scared…I wanted to make it up to you, make everything up to you, but I never wanted to have to do it like this…"
"If it makes you feel any better, you've made nothing up to me by helping me."
Yami had to smile at that, "No, that doesn't make me feel any better at all."
Mel looked at him, "Didn't think it would."
"When do you think you'll be out?"
Mel shrugged, "The doctor says I'm healing quite well, I should be out within two days, but once I am I have to rest at Tea's for a while and come in for regular check-ups. The worst injury was my head, but luckily there was no damage to my brain. Also my arm will be in a sling for a while, but that's nothing."
"Okay, then Mel…you know what?"
"No, please tell me, Yami, I'm dying to know," She smirked.
"As soon as you feel up to it, I'm going to take you somewhere and make you forget that you ever hated me."
"What you mean like a date?" Mel snorted. Is he for real?
"More like a friendly gathering."
"No, way am I going anywhere with you," As much as I want to, I can't let you know that!
"Well too bad, you won't have a choice. It wouldn't be a date, Mel, just my way of showing you that I'm sorry and I want to move on," Where is this all coming from? Deep within my soul? Urgh...I disgust myself sometimes.
"What do you mean I have no choice?" He's getting persistent; does he actually want me to like him?
"I mean that if I have to drag you, I will. We don't get along well, but I want to change that Mel."
"What would that achieve?" Here's the part where you tell me how you feel.
"I'd get less headaches. Really, Mel your yelling is painful," Yami said, nervously.
"Oh, okay…" Wrong again, Mel, you idiot, you're talking to YAMI MUTO the guy has NO emotions. Why do I think I can change him? I'm just a girl…he's probably got hundreds of girls after him; I'm an insignificant exchange student.
"Listen, I know I was a dickhead, a jerk, an asshole and various other horrible things, I made you feel bad and you didn't deserve that."
"Are you going anywhere with that statement or what?" I should throw that machine that my drip is hooked to at him…yeah, that'd work…
"I would if you'd give me a chance…"
"Okay, Yami, you gotta deal. When I'm out of here and I feel better, you can take me on this friendly gathering of yours…" Mel sniggered at the look on Yami's face.
"I know what you're thinking, Mel. It is under no circumstances a date; you don't want that, I don't want that, so let it be understood."
"Of course Yami," Mel rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that day.
"Good."
"Hey, wait a second….why weren't you here yesterday?"
Oh crap what do I say? "I…felt it would be best to wait…"
"I asked for you to come by yesterday, If you wanted to 'make things up to me' then you would've come!"
"Stop yelling, you'll hurt yourself…"
"Answer the fucking question."
"I just didn't want to come by," I WAS EMBARRESSED! OKAY? Yes, that's right, I didn't want to see you. I was scared you'd be hurt, I was afraid to see you laying here surrounded by tubes. Yes, I'm glad I came, because now I see that you haven't gotten worse, if anything you look better, you have no idea how glad I am.
"Maybe you should leave," Mel grunted looking at the clock.
"I'll be back, Mel," Yami headed for the door and opened it.
"Phft, I'll believe that when I see it Yams," She watched him walk out and close the door, as she listened to his boots against the tiles she murmered to herself, "I'll be waiting…"
A/N:
Robina: You said this would be up by 4. It's now past 6!
Driven: My sister dragged me away to brainstorm ideas for her story…
Robina: Oh of course, you owe me another chap now!
Driven: I really think I should update Melancholy Perfection…
Robina: -cocks shotty- Oh really?