by: darkestbeforedawn
A/N's: Musings from our very own Anzu, who wants to say just a little something to us all. An ADA fic. Flames will be used to create pretty bonfires.
Disclaimer: I own nothing... except this bag of Funjions... nummers.
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Yugi and I once planted a small patch of primroses near our little neighborhood, when we were small and young. My mother thought we were silly- because we did it during the winter, and god knows that only the sturdiest of flowers can bloom during this harsh weather. But Yugi and I held on, and went to that little grove everyday, watching it, tending to it.
Today, the sun is shining bright, the birds are chirping happily, and it is the day when all your friends and you are just hanging out together.
Every adventure starts off this way, a beautiful day where your closest friends and that certain anti-hero is being dragged through the park by his little brother. Fairy tales begin this way, where your prince charming in shining armor comes to rescue you, the damsel in distress. Even if it is only a typical mishap, where you get thrown down into a rabbit hole and face your little Wonderland, everything starts off this way, with your friends, or yet-to-be friends.
Except this one.
When is it an adventure, when your childhood friend suddenly grows an alter ego from a million year old puzzle? Is it when that shy new student's Sennen Ring threatens everything you hold dear to you? Or is it when that mysterious Egyptian disrupts what we call normalcy?
What, is normal?
Is it when that certain cold CEO calls you a puppy, and starts another glaring contest? Is it when your eyes suddenly blank out, and hear another voice in your head, beckoning you to join the darkness? Is it when you smile all of a sudden, even when you're being held captive by a psycho who wants to take over the world, and you smile, because you just _know_, just _know_ that you're friends will save you?
Maybe I am being too hopeful, maybe the world will end tomorrow. Maybe, just maybe, I'm right.
Isn't our destiny, controlled by us and not fate? I refuse to just say oh well, and fall into the abyss that awaits me. I don't believe in destiny, in fate. We always have choices, but it is up to us whether or not we do what we can, what we will. I'll never let fate choose what I should do, should be, should think. And that is why I say these things. That is why I go against what you think- and believe in my friends, even though the world might just end. They believed in me, didn't they?
So I believe in them, and just maybe, the primrose will bloom.