Break Down These Walls
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL series.
Pairing: Established Yuma x Shobee.
Summary:
Running through the steel jungle.
Heartland was always alive for Yuma. The colours and the light never dying, even at night.
Tonight, he kind of hoped there'd be a citywide blackout. He'd been running through the steel jungle of buildings always being built, a steel jungle gym he climbed like a monkey to play on, but the whirling colours and flashing lights were disorienting in his present state.
A blackout…or sunglasses. Yes, he'd take sunglasses if anyone had them!
Even though he'd been down the darkest alleys and saw the dark side of the moon – saw Kaito die – he was still in a technicolour tizzy, trying to get…somewhere.
Memories blending with places blending with stars in the sky.
"Hiccup!"
Trying to get to someone.
Crying to get to you.
He was drunk on a feeling.
Mostly he was drunk, but at least he wasn't behind the wheel of his sister's car!
Fuck, where are you Shobee?
Around him may have been pinks and yellows overhead, but in his eyes there was a heavy blue, and he was doing a poor job watching where he was blindly wobbling.
A giddy pair of hands pulled him in before he was hit by traffic up the narrow street, and he and the hands' owner disappeared backward into every stranger.
"There you are!" Yuma giggled, kissing the as-drunk tiny-sized person.
"Damn you…" Shobee took a bite of Yuma's lips. "That wasn't sixty seconds."
"It was! I counted! A fool min-yut!"
"Prove it, damn you!"
"Okee!" Yuma started counting on his fingertips. "One, two…n-nine? Nine comes faftur two, right? No. 9 Canopy Star Dyson Sphere~!"
Shobee eased them against a flower planter, red himself. "No more hide and seek while drunk!"
Yuma took and shook the empty wine bottle from Shobee. They were in Heartland City's bar district, so it was legal to drink on the street. "I won doh."
"You didn't find me, I found you, damn you."