Any Time Now
By Jargonelle
Twenty-four snapshots. Two lives. One love. Yuugi x Anzu.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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5.00
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Somehow, Yuugi didn't think counting sheep was going to help him this time.
He had tried counting other things first; Black Magicians, flying pigs; plain ordinary numbers; but they hadn't helped either. He thought it would be best to try the sheep as well though. Just in case.
He didn't understand why he was so awake. It was five o'clock in the morning and he was not tired in the slightest.
On the plus side, he no longer had the headache that had bothered him for the past few days. He was glad to be rid of it since it made him grouchier and more self-obsessed than he usually was. That had not gone down too well with Grandpa.
Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.
What could he do?
He could read, he supposed, but that did really sound like too much effort.
Reaching across to his bed-side table, he blindly roved his hand over his radio, hunting for the main switch. In the process, something got knocked to the floor.
Annoyed, Yuugi sat up and switched on a light. He rescued his GameBoy from where it lay on his carpet and turned on the radio, having to retune it in the process.
Relieved, he lay back down, only half-paying attention to the recent chart hit blaring out from the speakers. He wasn't that interested in the international hits anyway, preferring to listen to Japanese artists. It was something he and Anzu had argued about in the past, with her telling him that he needed to expand his horizons.
Abruptly the song ended, and the station cut to the latest international headlines. Yuugi smiled, knowing how much Anzu hated listening to the news in the mornings.
It was funny how everything could always be linked back to her.
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By Jargonelle
Twenty-four snapshots. Two lives. One love. Yuugi x Anzu.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
~~
5.00
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Somehow, Yuugi didn't think counting sheep was going to help him this time.
He had tried counting other things first; Black Magicians, flying pigs; plain ordinary numbers; but they hadn't helped either. He thought it would be best to try the sheep as well though. Just in case.
He didn't understand why he was so awake. It was five o'clock in the morning and he was not tired in the slightest.
On the plus side, he no longer had the headache that had bothered him for the past few days. He was glad to be rid of it since it made him grouchier and more self-obsessed than he usually was. That had not gone down too well with Grandpa.
Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.
What could he do?
He could read, he supposed, but that did really sound like too much effort.
Reaching across to his bed-side table, he blindly roved his hand over his radio, hunting for the main switch. In the process, something got knocked to the floor.
Annoyed, Yuugi sat up and switched on a light. He rescued his GameBoy from where it lay on his carpet and turned on the radio, having to retune it in the process.
Relieved, he lay back down, only half-paying attention to the recent chart hit blaring out from the speakers. He wasn't that interested in the international hits anyway, preferring to listen to Japanese artists. It was something he and Anzu had argued about in the past, with her telling him that he needed to expand his horizons.
Abruptly the song ended, and the station cut to the latest international headlines. Yuugi smiled, knowing how much Anzu hated listening to the news in the mornings.
It was funny how everything could always be linked back to her.
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