Love's Puppet

Chapter 25: Something You Don't Know

A/N:

Robina: Mwhahahahaha I am not that piece of green blu-tack. ;)

Driven: Oh…umm….of course you're not.

Robina: -defensive- I'M NOT!

Driven: okay, okay, I believe you…

Robina: Urgh no one ever understands me! -sobs-

(About a week after the dance, after school)

Ashlyn, was watching her phone, usually Mel would text her, it was Friday afternoon after all. In fact, aside from school, Ash hadn't spent any time at all with Mel, she'd been off somewhere every afternoon. This one was no different. Ashlyn knew Mel well, and was beginning to get suspicious. Ashlyn sighed and threaded another black bead onto the bracelet she was making. She was home alone, her homestay carers worked a lot and their daughter was at a friend's house. Someone knocked on the door. She got up from where she was laying on the couch, a DVD paused, that she hadn't been paying attention too.

"You better be Mel and this better make my day," She muttered as she opened the door, "Kura!"

"Hey, Ashlyn," Bakura waved, "May I come in?"

"Of course," Ash nodded. Every time she'd seen Bakura all week, she'd gotten flashbacks of the dance, leaning against him as they danced, then when they'd sat at the chairs on the side, and he'd held her close to himself and whispered to her about how she looked, and how glad he was he had her, even now it made her smile.

Bakura walked in and gave Ashlyn a hug, before smiling widely.

Ash giggled, "What are you smiling at?"

Bakura took her hand, "You."

Ash spent a few moments simply enjoying the silence until she said, "Do you know where Mel has been going lately?"

Bakura shook his head, "No."

Ash sighed, "I'm starting to get suspicious…"

"About?"

"Uh…I dunno, well for as long as you're here we may as well do something. You bring your bike?"

"Yeah, rode it here," Bakura nodded.

"Groovy. You want to rent a video or something? We could grab something to eat and bring it back," She grabbed her wallet.

"That sounds great, Ash," Bakura nodded as they walked outside. Bakura let Ash sit on the handlebars and he got on the bike and laughed, "Let me guess, you want sushi?"

Ash nodded happily, in her time in Japan she'd grown a love for the snack.

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Mel smiled a little as Yami kept his eyes on the ground. They were at the park, where unbeknownst to everyone else they had made their 'spot', where they hung out together. Yami had no interest in others knowing how he felt, and Mel just went along with it, all the dashing around in secret was quite fun really.

Mel looked over at Yami, they were both on swings, looking out over the grass, dotted with trees, by the park. She actually hadn't had much physical contact with him since the night of the dance, they'd held hands a little and he'd hugged her once or twice but that was it, in all truth she had no idea what she was meant to do. She watched him intently; she watched his thoughtful deep violet eyes drink in his surrounding, but he looked so confused.

Yami looked over at her, "Mel, you were holding an envelope when you got here, what was it?"

"This?" Mel took it from her pocket, "It's from my dad…actually I think I might read it now," She sighed and tore it open. Sure enough, there it was, typed out, a letter from her dad. Yami glanced over, and suddenly saw that she seemed to be hiding part of the letter, Next to where it said 'Dear Mel' she had her thumb over it, as if covering something.

Yami thought nothing of it and looked away so she could read in private. When she finished reading the letter, which had just been a typical check up on how she was, he noted that her finger still hid part of it.

"Hiding something?" Yami nodded at the letter.

"Oh? Um….no," Mel shook her head and put the letter away. She sighed then stood up in front of Yami, "Get up."

He did so and frowned, "What?"

She said nothing, just looked at him, he was wearing black jeans today, and a green shirt, his shoes had been discarded to the grass, near where she'd put down her sketchbook, so his feet were bare. She was in her usual outfit, of course, but today she'd replaced her boots with flip-flops. Yami cursed himself, she'd done it again, he was looking at her, like a complete moron, as if he actually needed her, and the worst part was that he did. Without a word, Yami grabbed Mel's waist and hugged her tightly, pulling her up a little as he was taller than she. She smiled, and wrapped her arms around him.

"I sure will miss arguing with you," Yami smirked.

"You made me sadder than anyone ever had…but at the same time you make me happier than I've ever been, I don't understand it, but then again I don't think I want to."

Yami laughed, "I'm glad you accidently bumped Yugi that day."

"Yeah…so am I…"

He led her over to the grass and sat with her. She leaned against his shoulder. He carefully tucked a piece of her raven hair behind her ear and asked, "What where you hiding on that letter before?"

"I don't know what you mean…"

"Yeah you had your finger right next to your name…oh my god…it's your name isn't it? Mel! Mel is short for something!" Yami clicked and laughed a little.

"Is not," Mel frowned defensively.

"I can tell you're lying Mel…Hmm what is it short for?"

"Nothing."

Yami smiled, he playfully pulled her closer and kissed her cheek, "Alright then, I'll guess."

"You won't have anything to guess for."

Yami put his hands around her waist and she leaned back a little more on him, as he looked up at the sky, then pondered, "Hmm, Melissa, Melanie, Melody, heheh, Melancholy…"

"That last one isn't even a name!"

Yami laughed and sighed, h looked down at Mel, her icy blue eyes, with their hints aqua blue. He smiled, that smile he reserved for her, the one where one side of his mouth twitched up, it was a small smile, but meaningful all the same, as his eyes always sparkled a little when he used it, "Mel…"

"Yami?" Mel looked up from the leaf she was shredding in her fingers.

Yami leaned down, that cute smile still on his face, "I don't care what your name is…Mel," He kissed her lips for a moment, they were sweet and to him, there was nothing he'd rather do, but kiss her, alas the sun was setting and the two of them needed to get home. He moved his lips from hers and held her to him for a moment, "I think we both need to get going, Mel."

She nodded, "Yeah."

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Yami got inside and walked to the couch where he slumped down.

"Where were you?" Yugi asked, putting a chip in his mouth.

"No-where!" Yami snorted turning the TV on.

"Oh…"

"Oh what?" Yami frowned.

"You were with Mel, weren't you?"

"No!"

"I won't tell anyone," Yugi laughed.

"If you do. I'll kill you," Yami glared. How does he always know?

A/N:

Sorry it was just a short one tonight.

Robina: Driven owns nought.

Driven: BREAD!