I Hate You
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I don't own Yuugiou. o.o;
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Ryuuji cursed to himself silently as he kicked at the wall of the abandoned hallway. He turned around again, pouting slightly and leaning against the surface in a slouched manner. He slid himself down, until he was seated at the floor, back to the wall.
"Stupid Honda..." He muttered, leaning his head back while imitating the other boy. "'Oh! I can find Shizuka all by myself, thank you. You stay here!'"
He picked up a rock near his side, and chucked it at the wall angrily. Then he heard a voice beside him.
"Don't ever do that again." The voice muttered in a simple tone. "You'll ruin my beautiful wallpaper."
Ryuuji looked up, startled. It was a boy of about 12, with aquamarine hair and a white, schoolboy-like outfit adorned upon him. He was staring at Ryuuji with a very miffed type of childish look. The kind that says, 'Mother forgot to give me my lunch money. I guess I'll take it out on you.'
"Who are you?" he asked, black eyebrows furrowed slightly. The other boy sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Why are you sitting on my floor?" The boy retorted, glaring at Ryuuji. Ryuuji stayed silent. The aqua-haired boy raised an eyebrow. "Is it really that comfortable?" he asked sarcastically, arms crossed over his chest.
There was a pause, as Ryuuji looked the other direction, continuing to be pouty. "Yes." he stated blankly. "Nn...wait, 'Your floor'?"
"Yes."
"Stop that."
"Hn?"
"You are confusing me."
"Tough."
"Why?"
"I screw with people. It's what I do."
"Oh? So you get your kicks from it, then?"
"I suppose so." He stated, shifting his weight. "What do they call you?"
"Call me?" The raven-haired boy asked, eyebrow raised. The smaller boy sighed, putting his hands on his hips. Ryuuji spoke again. "Oh, right. Wait...who are you, first of all?"
"God."
"Don't start this again."
"I'm getting my kicks, remember?"
"That's not funny."
"I'm not trying to be."
"Damn you."
"I'm Noa."
"Thank you. I'm Otogi Ryuuji." He stated, standing up again and putting a hand at his side. Noá's eyes lit up.
"Oh! It's you! Dice Boy!!" He exclaimed with a smirk.
"I hate you."
"That's too bad."
~*~
I don't own Yuugiou. o.o;
~*~
Ryuuji cursed to himself silently as he kicked at the wall of the abandoned hallway. He turned around again, pouting slightly and leaning against the surface in a slouched manner. He slid himself down, until he was seated at the floor, back to the wall.
"Stupid Honda..." He muttered, leaning his head back while imitating the other boy. "'Oh! I can find Shizuka all by myself, thank you. You stay here!'"
He picked up a rock near his side, and chucked it at the wall angrily. Then he heard a voice beside him.
"Don't ever do that again." The voice muttered in a simple tone. "You'll ruin my beautiful wallpaper."
Ryuuji looked up, startled. It was a boy of about 12, with aquamarine hair and a white, schoolboy-like outfit adorned upon him. He was staring at Ryuuji with a very miffed type of childish look. The kind that says, 'Mother forgot to give me my lunch money. I guess I'll take it out on you.'
"Who are you?" he asked, black eyebrows furrowed slightly. The other boy sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Why are you sitting on my floor?" The boy retorted, glaring at Ryuuji. Ryuuji stayed silent. The aqua-haired boy raised an eyebrow. "Is it really that comfortable?" he asked sarcastically, arms crossed over his chest.
There was a pause, as Ryuuji looked the other direction, continuing to be pouty. "Yes." he stated blankly. "Nn...wait, 'Your floor'?"
"Yes."
"Stop that."
"Hn?"
"You are confusing me."
"Tough."
"Why?"
"I screw with people. It's what I do."
"Oh? So you get your kicks from it, then?"
"I suppose so." He stated, shifting his weight. "What do they call you?"
"Call me?" The raven-haired boy asked, eyebrow raised. The smaller boy sighed, putting his hands on his hips. Ryuuji spoke again. "Oh, right. Wait...who are you, first of all?"
"God."
"Don't start this again."
"I'm getting my kicks, remember?"
"That's not funny."
"I'm not trying to be."
"Damn you."
"I'm Noa."
"Thank you. I'm Otogi Ryuuji." He stated, standing up again and putting a hand at his side. Noá's eyes lit up.
"Oh! It's you! Dice Boy!!" He exclaimed with a smirk.
"I hate you."
"That's too bad."