Second chapter. Interesting first start, eh?
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!. Geez, sometimes I wish I had better things to say.
THERE'S A CHIPMUNK IN MY SHORTS!!!!
Ah, much better. ^_^
The Red Blood of a Red Rose...
Anzu's POV.
Jounouchi's fist launched up and at first I thought he was going to hit Honda, but he didn't. Instead, he punched his locker. He was shaking with fury, and his fist made a dent in the door, with blood seeping from his knuckles down to the floor. But it was not as fast flowing as the tears. I've seen Jounouchi sniffle when he was happy about seeing his sister for the first time. I've seen him get teary-eyed at something sad. But never did I see him cry, not at the funeral, not at the stands, not ever. Until now.
I decided to say something, "Jounouchi, Honda didn't mean what he-"
"Shut up."
"Huh?" I never heard Jounouchi say something like that before.
"Shut up. Just shut up. I don't need to hear it. Not from you, not from Yugi or Honda. Not from those damned dreams. Not from anyone! Just shut the hell up!!!"
I just stared at Jounouchi. I couldn't believe it. Honda grabbed Jounouchi's shoulder, but he just rudely shoved him into lockers.
"Lay off, Honda."
Jounouchi turned and started running down the hall toward the exit doors.
"Jounouchi!" yelled Yugi, running after him.
"Hold it!" Honda grabbed Yugi's arm and pulled him back.
"Honda?"
"I think Jounouchi needs some time to think."
Yugi nodded as I turned to find Jounouchi bursting out the doors and running out of sight.
Jounouchi's POV
I was running. I don't know how fast I running, nor how far, or even how long. All I wanted to do is run. Run away from the stupid dreams. Run away from stupid Honda's cruel jokes, Yugi's pity and Anzu's stupid friendship lectures. Run away from the past. Run away from Mai.
I stopped running so suddenly, I nearly pitched forward. No, I can't run away Mai. I really cared for her. From the first time we met, on the ship to Duelist Kingdom, I knew that somehow that we'd eventually become friends. If not closer. I tried to hold in the tears, but they wouldn't let up. Finally, I gave up, collapsing on my knees, I let it all out. The concrete was cold and the wind was harsh, but I didn't care. I was venting for the first time since Mai's death. I didn't cry when I saw her lying there all bloody and broken, I couldn't cry when I saw that her injuries were far too survive and she died in my arms, I wouldn't cry when I had to tell Mai's parents the entire thing, and I should have cried when the funeral was held. But I didn't. Now I was. It was as if all the tears where held up by something, then the dam broke.
"Here, son, you look like you need this."
I looked up to find a faded pink handkerchief with white lacing being handed to me. For one fleeting moment, I thought it was Mai, for it was much like Duelist Kingdom tournament, when she gave me her glory of the king's hand card wrapped in a pink handkerchief, but it wasn't. This woman was older, much older, old enough to be my grandmother, but she had almost the same colour hair and eyes as Mai. Just as short as Yami, she wore even more faded jeans, than that of the kerchief, and a flannel shirt. In her other hand was a full-bloomed red rose. Mai's favorite flower.
I gratefully took the handkerchief, and smiling a thank you, I wiped my eyes.
"So, youngling, may I ask what you're doing kneeling on the cold concrete of this winter day?"
I got up, and brushed off my knees, "I need to cry off something. But I'm alright now."
The woman looked me over, as if to know I wasn't all right.
"I see," she said, "Look, I was going to pay my respects to a young friend of mine, but unforchantly, my flower shop is full." She looked at the red rose, then at me. "Can I ask you to deliver this to where she died?" She held up the red rose for me to see what she was talking about.
I shook my head. I couldn't do that, it wouldn't be the same. I was about to say that, when the old woman interrupted me.
"Trust me, she'd rather have you visit her, than me."
"I don't understand."
She shook her head muttering something, like, "So young, but so naive."
I started to get annoyed. This lady was playing word games with me, and I didn't like it at all.
"Look, lady, I'm sorry, but I can't-"
She thrust the rose in my hand that was holding the kerchief, and looked at me with a glint in her eye.
That's when I saw it. In the old woman's eyes, the reflection of that day. The day that the snow decided to fall, the day I decided to walk Mai home, taking the more senesce route. The day that Mai decided to save my life, but I couldn't save hers. The day that was full of decisions, but none of them where right. The day that I knew what I had to do. I nodded to the old woman, and started to walk. It felt as if someone else was guiding me, but I knew where I had to go. I had to go back the place where Mai died. The place I avoided for the past year. I continued to walk and the wind grew colder, but I continued to go on.
I turned a corner and stop dead. This was the place. The place that I dreaded the thought off. But now, I couldn't help but go to the exact place where died.
I sat down and leaned against the tree, which had some scars and a major chunk torn out of it, because of the car. I sat there for a few moments, knowing that the only way I could forgive myself was to go back; back to the entire day. I closed my eyes, and was swallowed into a dream. A dream that I couldn't escape⦠until it was over.
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