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Celebrity Disclaimer Person: Hey, everyone, it's chibi Malik! (I just saw that episode. He's such a sweetie.) I'm gonna write Malik into this, sooner or later. Sooner, preferably. Anyway, Malik, take it away.
Malik: This short, Yami-obsessed teen does not own Yu-Gi-Oh. OOOOOOH, motorbike!! @.@
Thankyou, Malik.
Chapter 6: Diary
* * * Yami slipped into the Game Shop as quietly as he could, unzipping his jacket as he climbed the stairs, and throwing it on the floor when he reached his room. Hearing him come in, Yugi stood at the door, as Yami's shirt went sailing through the air, landing on a lampshade.
"Stop, Yami, I really don't need to see anymore," laughed Yugi, before Yami could strip completely.
"Yugi! Did I wake you?"
"Yes, you noisy plank. But it doesn't matter. So, how was your night in the billionaire's bed?"
Yami sat down on the bed very quickly, shooing the various images that appeared in his mind, most of them featuring said billionaire, naked and... He turned back to Yugi. "Well, I was asleep most the time. I like his motorbike, though."
"Hmmm. Yeah, and that's not the *only* thing you like about him, is it?"
"What?" Yami, who had sunk back into the pillows, bolted up, staring at Yugi.
"Come on, Yami! You told me yourself that you're gay. And I saw you, watching Kaiba with those little lovesick puppy dog eyes. You looooove Kaiba!" Yugi sang, laughing.
Yami blushed beet, making Yugi laugh even harder. "It's not funny, Yugi!" Yami protested. "Besides, I know who *you* have a crush on."
Yugi stopped laughing, eyes narrowed. "You do?"
"Uh-huh. I'm thinking brown hair, blue eyes..."
"... You're *always* thinking of brown hair and blue eyes!"
Yami ignored him. "I'm thinking 15, nearly 16 year old girl, friendship fetish, real skanky tart?" It was Yugi's turn to blush now, his whole face glowing bright red.
"Admit it, Yugi!"
"OK, I like Anzu. There. Now *you* admit you have a crush on Kaiba."
Yami paused for a moment, then threw his pillow at Yugi, thus beginning a furious battle between the two spiky-haired teens, one in nothing but a shirt (duel monster boxers peeping from underneath), the other in only his trademark leather pants.
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Anzu paced her room restlessly. She twisted her signet ring around her finger, biting her lip, trying not to cry. Her eyes fell on a small, spiral bound notebook - her diary. Gently picking it up, she perched herself on her pink floral bedspread and skimmed the pages, eventually coming across an entry written in Duellist Kingdom.
"What is happening to me?
We've been on the island a day. One day! and yet everything has changed so much. I feel so differently, and my friends haven't noticed. Which, I suppose, is lucky. How could I even explain how I feel when I don't understand myself?
I've been awake for a while now. Ever since that dream - but was it a dream? I don't think so. It had something to do with Yugi's puzzle. We were all duel monster cards, and there was a different Yugi playing duel monsters. I can still remember him so clearly...
I had always prided myself on not being like those other girls at school. Those stupid, giggly girls who are always putting on lip gloss, or gossiping about you behind your back. The ones who would chase after guys no matter what their personality, so long as they were hot. Kaiba would always have about seven in hot pursuit, not that he ever gave them the time of day.
And I thought I was better than that. Until I saw Yugi. Not little Yugi, my friend. Sure, we're close. But he could never be anything more than a friend. But this other Yugi, the one in my dream...
What am I talking about? It was a dream, that's all. I may have noticed a change in Yugi on the island. But he's here to save his grandpa, of course he would be more serious, and passionate, and... taller? No. There is only one Yugi, and I can't be falling for him. Can I?"
"Of course Yami *exists*," she scolded her younger self irritably. As the entries went on, they became more and more orientated around the mysterious spirit of the puzzle. Her eyes stung. The only one she had ever loved, the one she had sacrificed her heart, he *dignity* for, and he...
She tore the pages from the diary, and one at a time lit them with a candle from her floating candle bowl, watching the paper curl and wither as it was swallowed by the flame. Next, she wrenched open her wardrobe, flinging all her skimpy skirts and see-through tops at the bin. She wasn't going to continue to ruin her reputation for some... queer. No matter how much she was hurting inside, she was going to get over Yami. Now. She was through with pining away for some boy who wouldn't look twice at her anyway. She deserved more than that.
Finally, she picked up her fluffy pink pen, and wrote on a fresh page in her diary:
"My heart is mine, and mine alone. I won't change who I am, I won't pretend to be something I'm not. If I have to do that to win someone's heart, they're not worth it. Yami is now the past. I will not lust after him like a fool."
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Celebrity Disclaimer Person: Hey, everyone, it's chibi Malik! (I just saw that episode. He's such a sweetie.) I'm gonna write Malik into this, sooner or later. Sooner, preferably. Anyway, Malik, take it away.
Malik: This short, Yami-obsessed teen does not own Yu-Gi-Oh. OOOOOOH, motorbike!! @.@
Thankyou, Malik.
Chapter 6: Diary
* * * Yami slipped into the Game Shop as quietly as he could, unzipping his jacket as he climbed the stairs, and throwing it on the floor when he reached his room. Hearing him come in, Yugi stood at the door, as Yami's shirt went sailing through the air, landing on a lampshade.
"Stop, Yami, I really don't need to see anymore," laughed Yugi, before Yami could strip completely.
"Yugi! Did I wake you?"
"Yes, you noisy plank. But it doesn't matter. So, how was your night in the billionaire's bed?"
Yami sat down on the bed very quickly, shooing the various images that appeared in his mind, most of them featuring said billionaire, naked and... He turned back to Yugi. "Well, I was asleep most the time. I like his motorbike, though."
"Hmmm. Yeah, and that's not the *only* thing you like about him, is it?"
"What?" Yami, who had sunk back into the pillows, bolted up, staring at Yugi.
"Come on, Yami! You told me yourself that you're gay. And I saw you, watching Kaiba with those little lovesick puppy dog eyes. You looooove Kaiba!" Yugi sang, laughing.
Yami blushed beet, making Yugi laugh even harder. "It's not funny, Yugi!" Yami protested. "Besides, I know who *you* have a crush on."
Yugi stopped laughing, eyes narrowed. "You do?"
"Uh-huh. I'm thinking brown hair, blue eyes..."
"... You're *always* thinking of brown hair and blue eyes!"
Yami ignored him. "I'm thinking 15, nearly 16 year old girl, friendship fetish, real skanky tart?" It was Yugi's turn to blush now, his whole face glowing bright red.
"Admit it, Yugi!"
"OK, I like Anzu. There. Now *you* admit you have a crush on Kaiba."
Yami paused for a moment, then threw his pillow at Yugi, thus beginning a furious battle between the two spiky-haired teens, one in nothing but a shirt (duel monster boxers peeping from underneath), the other in only his trademark leather pants.
* * *
Anzu paced her room restlessly. She twisted her signet ring around her finger, biting her lip, trying not to cry. Her eyes fell on a small, spiral bound notebook - her diary. Gently picking it up, she perched herself on her pink floral bedspread and skimmed the pages, eventually coming across an entry written in Duellist Kingdom.
"What is happening to me?
We've been on the island a day. One day! and yet everything has changed so much. I feel so differently, and my friends haven't noticed. Which, I suppose, is lucky. How could I even explain how I feel when I don't understand myself?
I've been awake for a while now. Ever since that dream - but was it a dream? I don't think so. It had something to do with Yugi's puzzle. We were all duel monster cards, and there was a different Yugi playing duel monsters. I can still remember him so clearly...
I had always prided myself on not being like those other girls at school. Those stupid, giggly girls who are always putting on lip gloss, or gossiping about you behind your back. The ones who would chase after guys no matter what their personality, so long as they were hot. Kaiba would always have about seven in hot pursuit, not that he ever gave them the time of day.
And I thought I was better than that. Until I saw Yugi. Not little Yugi, my friend. Sure, we're close. But he could never be anything more than a friend. But this other Yugi, the one in my dream...
What am I talking about? It was a dream, that's all. I may have noticed a change in Yugi on the island. But he's here to save his grandpa, of course he would be more serious, and passionate, and... taller? No. There is only one Yugi, and I can't be falling for him. Can I?"
"Of course Yami *exists*," she scolded her younger self irritably. As the entries went on, they became more and more orientated around the mysterious spirit of the puzzle. Her eyes stung. The only one she had ever loved, the one she had sacrificed her heart, he *dignity* for, and he...
She tore the pages from the diary, and one at a time lit them with a candle from her floating candle bowl, watching the paper curl and wither as it was swallowed by the flame. Next, she wrenched open her wardrobe, flinging all her skimpy skirts and see-through tops at the bin. She wasn't going to continue to ruin her reputation for some... queer. No matter how much she was hurting inside, she was going to get over Yami. Now. She was through with pining away for some boy who wouldn't look twice at her anyway. She deserved more than that.
Finally, she picked up her fluffy pink pen, and wrote on a fresh page in her diary:
"My heart is mine, and mine alone. I won't change who I am, I won't pretend to be something I'm not. If I have to do that to win someone's heart, they're not worth it. Yami is now the past. I will not lust after him like a fool."
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