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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8.00
Anzu was ashamed.
How could she possibly have been so blind?
Sitting next to at her, the previous day, at lunch, Yuugi had mentioned in passing how his Grandpa was recovering from an illness that had lasted for two whole weeks. She had seen him then, seen him clearly as himself; seen the courage, determination and loyalty that she wasn't sure was still there.
It wasn't a revelation as such, but it was a welcomed reawakening. If she had ever loved anyone, it was him.
Yet, why hadn't he told her earlier?
She was on the train, headed to a dance rehearsal. Her journey should have ended five minutes ago but it was nearly eight o'clock and they weren't anywhere near the station. Anzu desperately wanted to be on time. The teachers and pupils alike had high expectations and were very competitive. She didn't need another black mark against her name.
She was running through warm-up exercises in her head, trying to avoid thinking too deeply about Yuugi's secrecy. He should have told her, no matter what had or hadn't happened between them, because she considered his Grandpa a friend. When her parents had gone to visit one of her relatives in hospital, she'd been quite young then, he had told her a bedtime story, just as he done for Yuugi. She had adored him for that and they had grown closer ever since.
Anzu looked at the window, not gazing through the glass, but directly at it, at what was in front of her. She and Yuugi would be fine. There was no need to apologise, because the bond they already had was strong enough to weather this recent storm. At least she hoped it was.
The train finally stopped and Anzu scrambled from her seat into the outside air.
It was all right, it wasn't too late.
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By Jargonelle
Twenty-four snapshots. Two lives. One love. Yuugi x Anzu.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
~~
8.00
Anzu was ashamed.
How could she possibly have been so blind?
Sitting next to at her, the previous day, at lunch, Yuugi had mentioned in passing how his Grandpa was recovering from an illness that had lasted for two whole weeks. She had seen him then, seen him clearly as himself; seen the courage, determination and loyalty that she wasn't sure was still there.
It wasn't a revelation as such, but it was a welcomed reawakening. If she had ever loved anyone, it was him.
Yet, why hadn't he told her earlier?
She was on the train, headed to a dance rehearsal. Her journey should have ended five minutes ago but it was nearly eight o'clock and they weren't anywhere near the station. Anzu desperately wanted to be on time. The teachers and pupils alike had high expectations and were very competitive. She didn't need another black mark against her name.
She was running through warm-up exercises in her head, trying to avoid thinking too deeply about Yuugi's secrecy. He should have told her, no matter what had or hadn't happened between them, because she considered his Grandpa a friend. When her parents had gone to visit one of her relatives in hospital, she'd been quite young then, he had told her a bedtime story, just as he done for Yuugi. She had adored him for that and they had grown closer ever since.
Anzu looked at the window, not gazing through the glass, but directly at it, at what was in front of her. She and Yuugi would be fine. There was no need to apologise, because the bond they already had was strong enough to weather this recent storm. At least she hoped it was.
The train finally stopped and Anzu scrambled from her seat into the outside air.
It was all right, it wasn't too late.
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