Mijikai: I want to thank all of you who reviewed! And I'm glad people
like this story! Oh and let me explain about the pairing chart that said
it wasn't a triangle. Anzu likes Yami. Yami likes Yugi. Yugi does not
like Anzu more then a friend. That's what I meant.
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Entry Two
(Sigh) After that day he smiled, I've been feeling a bit depressed lately, and Grandpa grew concerned.
But, I just put on my smile and told him it was nothing, which only caused him to frown at me, shaking his head sadly.
It made my heart tighten to believe I was worrying my Grandpa like this, and put on my best smile.
"Don't worry about it Grandpa," I said as I started clearing the dishes from the dinner table. "It's something that will pass soon, I promise."
Truth or lie, I hoped it would pass soon.
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The next morning, I was in a rush since I just _had_ to choose today to sleep a bit over when I was suppose to and had to rush out the door with a quick goodbye to Grandpa.
Luckily I made it before the train left, but was unfortunate to, once again, find no hold or no seat.
I grumbled under my breath as I stood, trying my best to keep my balance, when the train gave it's usual jerk and I toppled over onto someone.
AGAIN MY GOD!
"Sorry!" I said quickly getting up and....I'll give you one guess on who it was.
"......is it just me, or does it seem that we just 'bump' into each other?" he asked, and what seemed to be a shadow of a smile playing on his lips, but other wise it looked like he was glowering down at me.
But it could also be beacuse I was parnoid.
I only shrugged in answer and stood again, groaning as students and buisness people had filled in my empty space and was stuck where I was.
Standing there was a bit uncomfortable, but at least it didn't feel like his eyes were boring into me because they weren't.
Suddenly, I felt the train give a jerk to the left and was about to fall, when a hand shot out grabbing my shoulder and holding me down.
Once the train stopped rocking so much, the hand slid off my shoulder and I cleared my throat, muttering a thanks without looking up at him, and received a blunt your welcome.
I felt relief as the train started to slow and waited patienly as the doors slowly opened and the people poured out.
I was about to go to, but the same hand shot out and held me back and I looked up at the boy in confusion, but he didn't look down at me, but continued watching the crowd streaming out of the doors.
As the crowd was almost gone, then he let go and quickly went out of the doors, leaving me to run after before they closed on me and I would end up in the next station which was who knows where!
When I emerged out of the train I caught a glimpse of the boy's hair melt into the crowd of people trying to get into the station and the rest trying to get out, before he was completely lost.
I took a deep breath, hitching up my back pack and proceeded into the crowd, hoping I wouldn't become jostled to much.
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"Yugi!" Anzu called out happily, running towords me, blue skirt swishing from left to right as her moving thighs rotated.
O_O I DID NOT JUST DISCRIBE THAT!!!
(Slaps self) YUGI MUTOU YOU ARE SUCH A HENTAI!!!
(Banging himself on the head) BAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, I guess Grandpa was right when sometimes I describe things better then my own good. (shiver)
Well, anyway, Anzu was her usual cheery-self, putting on the beautiful smile of hers, blue eyes always sparkling.
It's so amazing how pretty she is, sometimes I wonder why I haven't fallen for her yet.
(shrug) All well.
"Yugi, wasn't homework a killer?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.
"Oh yeah," I agreed, remembering the killer night I had. "Up till elleven. No wonder I slepted in a bit more then I was suppose to."
"I know. Same with me. Oh, by the way, Yugi, I heard that your Drama class was starting on a play early this semester so you would beable to preform it before our first break."
"Yep!" I said proudly. "Cherry Blossom's Rain by Takama Utaka."
Anzu sighed, a blush creeping up into her cheeks.
"I read that story. It's a romance story, about a Samurai named Niko who falls in love with a merchants daugher, Momoku. But her father is brothers with the General of his enemies. Tragic but beautiful. So, you going to try out for Niko?" she asked, getting that sly look.
I blushed, and I could feel heat course down my cheeks and neck.
"N....nah. I'm not cut out for that kind of stuff. I'm probably going to try for stage manager or something. I rather not play main characters," I protested.
"Why?" Anzu asked with a frown. "I think you'd do pretty well."
I found myself feeling sad, and shook my head in response.
"No, I'm just not cut out for that kind of material," I said quietly, and before I knew it, the memory flew into my mind.
It was the beginning of Junior High and I was signed up for Drama as an elective.
We were going to act out the play of Peach Boy and I had volenteered for the main part.
I was rejected by everyone, even the teacher, even though she politely told me that I probably wasn't cut out for that, and offered stage manager.
I was shattered, but I actually found being stage manager fun, and from then on went up for that job, never going for any parts of a play.
Not even the minor roles.
Sad yes, but...I'm just not cut out for acting, like my teacher long ago said.
I snapped out of my memory as a hand flew in front of my face and I blinked to see Anzu looking at me with a concerned look.
"You alright?" she asked.
I put on my best smile nodding.
"Of course I am!" I said proudly, then cried out as I saw the time. "Anzu! We better hurry, or we're going to be considered late!"
She glanced at the clock and grabbed my arm, dragging me into the school and up to the classroom.
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I'm going to skip the first classes, since nothing very eventful happened in them except when Bakura started flinging chopped up erasers at me.
Then the boy from the bus threw his ruler at Bakura's head.
I was greatful, and passed him a note that said thank you, and that was that.
During Drama I immediately volenteered for stage manager and was excepted greatfully from my new teacher, Noroku-sensei.
My first job was to start getting props ready, and so I was on my hands and knees sketching a picture of a rich house that would be used as Momoku's house, and once I got half of it sketched the bell ran and we were dismissed.
"Mutou!" called Nokoru-sensei and I glanced behind me.
"Hai, Nokoru-sensei?" I asked.
"Here's the parts, and a list of who plays what. I need you to get some what of a memorization of people's parts. Now don't look so mortifed Mutou," he chuckled. "I just want you to know enough so you can help people with their lines when needed. Oh, you better hurry or you'll be late."
I nodded and ran out of the room, looking over the list of who played what.
List of Main Characters and Actors:
Merchant: Ichigawa, Hideki
General: Ryoshitsu, Sabaka
Momoku: Otana, Osanai
Niko: Mutou, Yami
'Cool, the guy who plays Niko has the same last name as me. And I thought Mutou was a one of a kind,' I thought as I hurried towards the lunch room to eat.
At that moment, I felt something slam into me, and I ended dropping the papers Nokoru-sensei gave me.
I quickly scrambled up, on my knees, collecting all the papers.
As I grabbed for the list of Main Characters and Actors, a tanned hand grabbed it at the same time.
I slowly looked up and was looking at those purple eyes.
"Oh, hello, again," I said absently as he let go of the paper so I could put it in the pile.
He nodded and gathered his own pile putting it on mine before getting up.
"So, little one. Do you perposely do this to me, or is this just fates weird way?" he asked in his deep voice.
I only shrugged and stuffed the pile into my back pack.
"Well, I guess it's because of fate, because in truth, I try to _avoid_ you."
'Oops, maybe that sounded a bit harsh. STUPID YUGI MUTOU!!! Always saying things before thinking!'
"I...see."
I took a deep breath as I brought myself up again and looked at him.
"Sorry, didn't mean to sound so harsh. What I meant was that I've been trying to avoid _bumping_ into you."
"Ah, now it makes sense," he said quietly with a hint of sarcasim.
I felt heat flare up in my cheeks.
'Dummy! Bumping could be used as a simily to avoid!'
"A...no...no...I didn't mean b...bumping...as a simily to avoiding...but to a...you...know...knocking into you...and..."
He held up his hand, nodding, I guess to show he understood but I noticed the corner of his lip was twitching upwards.
'Wait! Is he...I think he's mocking me!'
I scowled as I saw his eyes laughing at me, and stiffly started walking past him.
"Well, I'm glad I was the butt end to your entertainment," I said as politely as my anger would let me. "But I have to meet a friend so if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way."
I hurried down the hall and back into my classroom, where I found Anzu waving for me to come.
Sitting down heavily on the chair I took out my lunch and took a bite at my sandwich chewing fiercely.
"Whoa, calm down. What happened? Bullies?" Anzu asked as she calmly sipped Green Tea in a can.
"No, some guy I met on the bus made me a butt end in entertainment for him. Grrrrrrr, who do people think I am?"
"Oh, Yugi, don't let them get to you. Their only jerks."
"Would that include the guy you have a crush on?" I asked casually and she blushed.
"I'm sure he meant no offense. He's a very nice guy and you should respect him a little more."
"I'll respect him alright. By making him my slave why don't I?" I mutter a bit too bitterly, and immediately regretted it.
"Now Yugi, are you jeolous?" she asked.
Heat flared up into my cheeks again and accidently blew into my drink, causing it to overflow and dribble onto my lap.
I sighed, and felt my face grow even hotter as I heard laughter everywhere.
And to my diappointment, Anzu even was giggling along.
Now I felt hurt, really hurt.
I slowly placed my juice box back on the desk, and started searching my backpack for anything to wipe the juice with before it stained my pants.
I was becoming frantic as I failed to find anything, when I heard a soft clear of the throat and looked up to see...._him_.
I was about to shoot a sarcastic remark (please don't blame me, I was in a bad mood right then, and you would too if you spilled juice on your lap and everyone, even your best friend, was laughing at you) when I noticed he was holding a napkin in front of my face.
"Here," was all he said, and I slowly took it, and he moved away.
As I unfolded it, I was surprised at what I saw.
Scribbled in neat handwritting were the words, 'I'm sorry.'
I stared at it for a while, before wetting it with some water from Anzu's water bottle and started wiping the already forming spots on my pants.
Well, luckily it was jeans so it would come out quite well.
Once I was done cleaning up the best I could, I went towards the trash can, but before I threw the napkin away, I turned my head so I was looking at the boy.
He was, too, looking at me and I pointed to the message inside and made an okay sign before throwing it away.
I was quite surprised at the bright smile that broke out on his face when I did that, and mouthed the words 'thank you.'
I only shrugged in response, also giving a curt nod, and returning to my seat, drinking what was left of my poor juice.
Anzu was nudging me and when I looked up her eyebrows were wiggling.
"Huh, huh? Didn't I tell you he was a nice guy? I saw that message he wrote," she said then gave a deep sigh. "I wish he would show some notice in me like you."
"Oh, I can arrange that," I said with a sly smile, and without warning, pulled her out of her seat, grabbing her lunch along the pull, and dragged her towards the bus boy's desk.
He was conversing with Katsuya and Hiroto, but stopped when we approached.
I looked up at Anzu and forced down a laugh as she blushed and figited under the three boy's gaze.
"Moshi, moshi," I greeted with a smile. "Do you mind if she joins you three?"
"Yugi!" she hissed, but I ignored her.
Katsuya glanced at her up and down, giving a wolfish grin.
"You can sit all you want hon," he said, Hiroto nodding in the process.
But my focus was on the bus boy, and waited for his reply.
He glanced at me then up at Anzu, then at his friends then me, before nodding.
"If she wants to she's more then welcome," he said leaning back, hands folded behind his head.
'Not smiling,' I noted to myself with a small frown. 'Hey, if he can smile at me can't he at least smile at Anzu to make her happy?'
I nudged Anzu, and placed her lunch in the desk beside the boy and some how managed to get her into the desk.
She was blushing so hard I accidently let a snigger escape, and recieved a glare from her.
"Yugi," she hissed. "I'm not sitting here eatting lunch."
"Why not?" I whispered back. "You wanted him to notice you and here's the perfect opportunity."
She sighed, before her hand suddenly shot up grabbing my arm.
"If I have to eat here so do you."
"No, no, hey, Anzu, I'm trying to do you a favor," I hissed as I tried escaping her grip.
Anzu put on those hurt sad eyes.
"You're abandoing me?"
I stopped, then sighed, settling in the desk behind her, chewing my sandwich uncomfortably as I discovered that Bakura was munching on rice balls beside me.
Great.
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Well, I'd admit that lunch didn't go as I had planned.
Turned out Anzu and the boy only made light conversation and that Katsuya and Hiroto were flinging bits of something at me, and on the other side Bakura was continuing to flick eraser, probably revenge from the first class.
But she did manage a smile out of him, though it was small and seemed kind of forced, but also managed a bit of imformation about him.
His name was Yami Mutou (and I almost spat out my juice when I overheard that) and he was fourteen years old, and transfered here from Egypt.
Intreasting.
He even told her a couple of sentences in Egyptian, translating them afterwards of course.
Skipping the boring, non-eventful classes, Anzu and I were chatting together down the hall, when we both spotted Yami.
Anzu gave a small wave, and Yami waved back, smiling.
Again.
And...was he looking at me?
Seemed so, but why?
What did I do?
Sometimes I think it's shameful that I can't understand guys and I _am_one.
Scary huh?
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Entry Two
(Sigh) After that day he smiled, I've been feeling a bit depressed lately, and Grandpa grew concerned.
But, I just put on my smile and told him it was nothing, which only caused him to frown at me, shaking his head sadly.
It made my heart tighten to believe I was worrying my Grandpa like this, and put on my best smile.
"Don't worry about it Grandpa," I said as I started clearing the dishes from the dinner table. "It's something that will pass soon, I promise."
Truth or lie, I hoped it would pass soon.
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The next morning, I was in a rush since I just _had_ to choose today to sleep a bit over when I was suppose to and had to rush out the door with a quick goodbye to Grandpa.
Luckily I made it before the train left, but was unfortunate to, once again, find no hold or no seat.
I grumbled under my breath as I stood, trying my best to keep my balance, when the train gave it's usual jerk and I toppled over onto someone.
AGAIN MY GOD!
"Sorry!" I said quickly getting up and....I'll give you one guess on who it was.
"......is it just me, or does it seem that we just 'bump' into each other?" he asked, and what seemed to be a shadow of a smile playing on his lips, but other wise it looked like he was glowering down at me.
But it could also be beacuse I was parnoid.
I only shrugged in answer and stood again, groaning as students and buisness people had filled in my empty space and was stuck where I was.
Standing there was a bit uncomfortable, but at least it didn't feel like his eyes were boring into me because they weren't.
Suddenly, I felt the train give a jerk to the left and was about to fall, when a hand shot out grabbing my shoulder and holding me down.
Once the train stopped rocking so much, the hand slid off my shoulder and I cleared my throat, muttering a thanks without looking up at him, and received a blunt your welcome.
I felt relief as the train started to slow and waited patienly as the doors slowly opened and the people poured out.
I was about to go to, but the same hand shot out and held me back and I looked up at the boy in confusion, but he didn't look down at me, but continued watching the crowd streaming out of the doors.
As the crowd was almost gone, then he let go and quickly went out of the doors, leaving me to run after before they closed on me and I would end up in the next station which was who knows where!
When I emerged out of the train I caught a glimpse of the boy's hair melt into the crowd of people trying to get into the station and the rest trying to get out, before he was completely lost.
I took a deep breath, hitching up my back pack and proceeded into the crowd, hoping I wouldn't become jostled to much.
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"Yugi!" Anzu called out happily, running towords me, blue skirt swishing from left to right as her moving thighs rotated.
O_O I DID NOT JUST DISCRIBE THAT!!!
(Slaps self) YUGI MUTOU YOU ARE SUCH A HENTAI!!!
(Banging himself on the head) BAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKABAKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, I guess Grandpa was right when sometimes I describe things better then my own good. (shiver)
Well, anyway, Anzu was her usual cheery-self, putting on the beautiful smile of hers, blue eyes always sparkling.
It's so amazing how pretty she is, sometimes I wonder why I haven't fallen for her yet.
(shrug) All well.
"Yugi, wasn't homework a killer?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.
"Oh yeah," I agreed, remembering the killer night I had. "Up till elleven. No wonder I slepted in a bit more then I was suppose to."
"I know. Same with me. Oh, by the way, Yugi, I heard that your Drama class was starting on a play early this semester so you would beable to preform it before our first break."
"Yep!" I said proudly. "Cherry Blossom's Rain by Takama Utaka."
Anzu sighed, a blush creeping up into her cheeks.
"I read that story. It's a romance story, about a Samurai named Niko who falls in love with a merchants daugher, Momoku. But her father is brothers with the General of his enemies. Tragic but beautiful. So, you going to try out for Niko?" she asked, getting that sly look.
I blushed, and I could feel heat course down my cheeks and neck.
"N....nah. I'm not cut out for that kind of stuff. I'm probably going to try for stage manager or something. I rather not play main characters," I protested.
"Why?" Anzu asked with a frown. "I think you'd do pretty well."
I found myself feeling sad, and shook my head in response.
"No, I'm just not cut out for that kind of material," I said quietly, and before I knew it, the memory flew into my mind.
It was the beginning of Junior High and I was signed up for Drama as an elective.
We were going to act out the play of Peach Boy and I had volenteered for the main part.
I was rejected by everyone, even the teacher, even though she politely told me that I probably wasn't cut out for that, and offered stage manager.
I was shattered, but I actually found being stage manager fun, and from then on went up for that job, never going for any parts of a play.
Not even the minor roles.
Sad yes, but...I'm just not cut out for acting, like my teacher long ago said.
I snapped out of my memory as a hand flew in front of my face and I blinked to see Anzu looking at me with a concerned look.
"You alright?" she asked.
I put on my best smile nodding.
"Of course I am!" I said proudly, then cried out as I saw the time. "Anzu! We better hurry, or we're going to be considered late!"
She glanced at the clock and grabbed my arm, dragging me into the school and up to the classroom.
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I'm going to skip the first classes, since nothing very eventful happened in them except when Bakura started flinging chopped up erasers at me.
Then the boy from the bus threw his ruler at Bakura's head.
I was greatful, and passed him a note that said thank you, and that was that.
During Drama I immediately volenteered for stage manager and was excepted greatfully from my new teacher, Noroku-sensei.
My first job was to start getting props ready, and so I was on my hands and knees sketching a picture of a rich house that would be used as Momoku's house, and once I got half of it sketched the bell ran and we were dismissed.
"Mutou!" called Nokoru-sensei and I glanced behind me.
"Hai, Nokoru-sensei?" I asked.
"Here's the parts, and a list of who plays what. I need you to get some what of a memorization of people's parts. Now don't look so mortifed Mutou," he chuckled. "I just want you to know enough so you can help people with their lines when needed. Oh, you better hurry or you'll be late."
I nodded and ran out of the room, looking over the list of who played what.
List of Main Characters and Actors:
Merchant: Ichigawa, Hideki
General: Ryoshitsu, Sabaka
Momoku: Otana, Osanai
Niko: Mutou, Yami
'Cool, the guy who plays Niko has the same last name as me. And I thought Mutou was a one of a kind,' I thought as I hurried towards the lunch room to eat.
At that moment, I felt something slam into me, and I ended dropping the papers Nokoru-sensei gave me.
I quickly scrambled up, on my knees, collecting all the papers.
As I grabbed for the list of Main Characters and Actors, a tanned hand grabbed it at the same time.
I slowly looked up and was looking at those purple eyes.
"Oh, hello, again," I said absently as he let go of the paper so I could put it in the pile.
He nodded and gathered his own pile putting it on mine before getting up.
"So, little one. Do you perposely do this to me, or is this just fates weird way?" he asked in his deep voice.
I only shrugged and stuffed the pile into my back pack.
"Well, I guess it's because of fate, because in truth, I try to _avoid_ you."
'Oops, maybe that sounded a bit harsh. STUPID YUGI MUTOU!!! Always saying things before thinking!'
"I...see."
I took a deep breath as I brought myself up again and looked at him.
"Sorry, didn't mean to sound so harsh. What I meant was that I've been trying to avoid _bumping_ into you."
"Ah, now it makes sense," he said quietly with a hint of sarcasim.
I felt heat flare up in my cheeks.
'Dummy! Bumping could be used as a simily to avoid!'
"A...no...no...I didn't mean b...bumping...as a simily to avoiding...but to a...you...know...knocking into you...and..."
He held up his hand, nodding, I guess to show he understood but I noticed the corner of his lip was twitching upwards.
'Wait! Is he...I think he's mocking me!'
I scowled as I saw his eyes laughing at me, and stiffly started walking past him.
"Well, I'm glad I was the butt end to your entertainment," I said as politely as my anger would let me. "But I have to meet a friend so if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way."
I hurried down the hall and back into my classroom, where I found Anzu waving for me to come.
Sitting down heavily on the chair I took out my lunch and took a bite at my sandwich chewing fiercely.
"Whoa, calm down. What happened? Bullies?" Anzu asked as she calmly sipped Green Tea in a can.
"No, some guy I met on the bus made me a butt end in entertainment for him. Grrrrrrr, who do people think I am?"
"Oh, Yugi, don't let them get to you. Their only jerks."
"Would that include the guy you have a crush on?" I asked casually and she blushed.
"I'm sure he meant no offense. He's a very nice guy and you should respect him a little more."
"I'll respect him alright. By making him my slave why don't I?" I mutter a bit too bitterly, and immediately regretted it.
"Now Yugi, are you jeolous?" she asked.
Heat flared up into my cheeks again and accidently blew into my drink, causing it to overflow and dribble onto my lap.
I sighed, and felt my face grow even hotter as I heard laughter everywhere.
And to my diappointment, Anzu even was giggling along.
Now I felt hurt, really hurt.
I slowly placed my juice box back on the desk, and started searching my backpack for anything to wipe the juice with before it stained my pants.
I was becoming frantic as I failed to find anything, when I heard a soft clear of the throat and looked up to see...._him_.
I was about to shoot a sarcastic remark (please don't blame me, I was in a bad mood right then, and you would too if you spilled juice on your lap and everyone, even your best friend, was laughing at you) when I noticed he was holding a napkin in front of my face.
"Here," was all he said, and I slowly took it, and he moved away.
As I unfolded it, I was surprised at what I saw.
Scribbled in neat handwritting were the words, 'I'm sorry.'
I stared at it for a while, before wetting it with some water from Anzu's water bottle and started wiping the already forming spots on my pants.
Well, luckily it was jeans so it would come out quite well.
Once I was done cleaning up the best I could, I went towards the trash can, but before I threw the napkin away, I turned my head so I was looking at the boy.
He was, too, looking at me and I pointed to the message inside and made an okay sign before throwing it away.
I was quite surprised at the bright smile that broke out on his face when I did that, and mouthed the words 'thank you.'
I only shrugged in response, also giving a curt nod, and returning to my seat, drinking what was left of my poor juice.
Anzu was nudging me and when I looked up her eyebrows were wiggling.
"Huh, huh? Didn't I tell you he was a nice guy? I saw that message he wrote," she said then gave a deep sigh. "I wish he would show some notice in me like you."
"Oh, I can arrange that," I said with a sly smile, and without warning, pulled her out of her seat, grabbing her lunch along the pull, and dragged her towards the bus boy's desk.
He was conversing with Katsuya and Hiroto, but stopped when we approached.
I looked up at Anzu and forced down a laugh as she blushed and figited under the three boy's gaze.
"Moshi, moshi," I greeted with a smile. "Do you mind if she joins you three?"
"Yugi!" she hissed, but I ignored her.
Katsuya glanced at her up and down, giving a wolfish grin.
"You can sit all you want hon," he said, Hiroto nodding in the process.
But my focus was on the bus boy, and waited for his reply.
He glanced at me then up at Anzu, then at his friends then me, before nodding.
"If she wants to she's more then welcome," he said leaning back, hands folded behind his head.
'Not smiling,' I noted to myself with a small frown. 'Hey, if he can smile at me can't he at least smile at Anzu to make her happy?'
I nudged Anzu, and placed her lunch in the desk beside the boy and some how managed to get her into the desk.
She was blushing so hard I accidently let a snigger escape, and recieved a glare from her.
"Yugi," she hissed. "I'm not sitting here eatting lunch."
"Why not?" I whispered back. "You wanted him to notice you and here's the perfect opportunity."
She sighed, before her hand suddenly shot up grabbing my arm.
"If I have to eat here so do you."
"No, no, hey, Anzu, I'm trying to do you a favor," I hissed as I tried escaping her grip.
Anzu put on those hurt sad eyes.
"You're abandoing me?"
I stopped, then sighed, settling in the desk behind her, chewing my sandwich uncomfortably as I discovered that Bakura was munching on rice balls beside me.
Great.
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Well, I'd admit that lunch didn't go as I had planned.
Turned out Anzu and the boy only made light conversation and that Katsuya and Hiroto were flinging bits of something at me, and on the other side Bakura was continuing to flick eraser, probably revenge from the first class.
But she did manage a smile out of him, though it was small and seemed kind of forced, but also managed a bit of imformation about him.
His name was Yami Mutou (and I almost spat out my juice when I overheard that) and he was fourteen years old, and transfered here from Egypt.
Intreasting.
He even told her a couple of sentences in Egyptian, translating them afterwards of course.
Skipping the boring, non-eventful classes, Anzu and I were chatting together down the hall, when we both spotted Yami.
Anzu gave a small wave, and Yami waved back, smiling.
Again.
And...was he looking at me?
Seemed so, but why?
What did I do?
Sometimes I think it's shameful that I can't understand guys and I _am_one.
Scary huh?
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