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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7.00
His Grandpa was ill. He was lying in bed, skin drained pale, sleeping far more deeply than usual.
It wasn't serious, it wasn't life-threatening or symptomatic of anything dramatic. It was just a common sickness that didn't affect Yuugi because he was younger and healthier.
That didn't stop it from being scary.
His mother would be back shortly, she had left the house early to pick up antibiotics from the hospital pharmacy. It opened at seven on Thursdays, so she wouldn't be gone long. Until then, Yuugi would continue to sit in the hallway, poised half-way between his Grandpa and the front door, ready to assist whoever needed him first.
He didn't want his Grandpa to be sick.
Yuugi had rarely spoken to Anzu's parents, but he knew they were even more terrified of illness than he was. He suspected Anzu may have once had a relative, a young brother, sister or maybe a cousin, since the family was close, who had died early, really early. He wondered if Anzu realised that was why her parents sometimes over-reacted.
He hadn't seen that much of her recently, and he missed her.
He wanted her here with him now, so they could talk and she would smile and he would believe that everything would turn out for the best. As much as he appreciated Jounouchi, Honda and the others, it was the time he spent alone with Anzu that he treasured most.
It made him feel special, even when she was looking straight through him, searching for the hole that his other half had left behind. She wanted to know exactly who she was dealing with, which grated a little, but if it helped mend the almost incalculable rift between them, he wouldn't complain.
He was sure that it just needed time.
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By Jargonelle
Twenty-four snapshots. Two lives. One love. Yuugi x Anzu.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
~~
7.00
His Grandpa was ill. He was lying in bed, skin drained pale, sleeping far more deeply than usual.
It wasn't serious, it wasn't life-threatening or symptomatic of anything dramatic. It was just a common sickness that didn't affect Yuugi because he was younger and healthier.
That didn't stop it from being scary.
His mother would be back shortly, she had left the house early to pick up antibiotics from the hospital pharmacy. It opened at seven on Thursdays, so she wouldn't be gone long. Until then, Yuugi would continue to sit in the hallway, poised half-way between his Grandpa and the front door, ready to assist whoever needed him first.
He didn't want his Grandpa to be sick.
Yuugi had rarely spoken to Anzu's parents, but he knew they were even more terrified of illness than he was. He suspected Anzu may have once had a relative, a young brother, sister or maybe a cousin, since the family was close, who had died early, really early. He wondered if Anzu realised that was why her parents sometimes over-reacted.
He hadn't seen that much of her recently, and he missed her.
He wanted her here with him now, so they could talk and she would smile and he would believe that everything would turn out for the best. As much as he appreciated Jounouchi, Honda and the others, it was the time he spent alone with Anzu that he treasured most.
It made him feel special, even when she was looking straight through him, searching for the hole that his other half had left behind. She wanted to know exactly who she was dealing with, which grated a little, but if it helped mend the almost incalculable rift between them, he wouldn't complain.
He was sure that it just needed time.
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