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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17.00
Yuugi watched Anzu from across the room, saw her lay a supportive hand on Honda's shoulder, saw her give him a shaky smile that he hesitantly returned.
Today was a day for pretence.
The euphoria of the last day of school had ended; it was time to think about moving on and about leaving friends behind. Anzu flittered about, offering words of advice and encouragement, yet it hurt her that it was soon going to be over.
In a few months, Honda would be headed to Kyoto; in a few weeks, Bakura would be leaving for Britain. Otogi was planning to spend at least half a year in the USA.
Jounouchi was staying put, unwilling to abandon his father at short notice, as was Yuugi himself, who would help in Grandpa's shop and, in the evenings, take classes in business management and economics.
With Anzu... it could have been worse, it could have been a lot worse.
She was going to attend a dance and drama academy in the centre of Tokyo, with secondary modules in educational studies. She would live in the city five days a week, coming home at weekends.
It could have been worse.
"Bakura?" Shizuka asked politely, somewhere to Yuugi's left, "If it's five in the evening here, what time would it be in England?"
"Well, here it's about nine hours ahead of GMT, so in England it would be... eight in the morning."
"Wow," she said, dipping her head in acknowledgement of just how weird that sounded. Not that she had anything to worry about, she had years left of school.
This was supposed to be an adventure, a great step towards independence and adulthood.
Instead, it was the complete tearing apart of most of what he held dear.
Yuugi didn't want to grow up.
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By Jargonelle
Twenty-four snapshots. Two lives. One love. Yuugi x Anzu.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
~~
17.00
Yuugi watched Anzu from across the room, saw her lay a supportive hand on Honda's shoulder, saw her give him a shaky smile that he hesitantly returned.
Today was a day for pretence.
The euphoria of the last day of school had ended; it was time to think about moving on and about leaving friends behind. Anzu flittered about, offering words of advice and encouragement, yet it hurt her that it was soon going to be over.
In a few months, Honda would be headed to Kyoto; in a few weeks, Bakura would be leaving for Britain. Otogi was planning to spend at least half a year in the USA.
Jounouchi was staying put, unwilling to abandon his father at short notice, as was Yuugi himself, who would help in Grandpa's shop and, in the evenings, take classes in business management and economics.
With Anzu... it could have been worse, it could have been a lot worse.
She was going to attend a dance and drama academy in the centre of Tokyo, with secondary modules in educational studies. She would live in the city five days a week, coming home at weekends.
It could have been worse.
"Bakura?" Shizuka asked politely, somewhere to Yuugi's left, "If it's five in the evening here, what time would it be in England?"
"Well, here it's about nine hours ahead of GMT, so in England it would be... eight in the morning."
"Wow," she said, dipping her head in acknowledgement of just how weird that sounded. Not that she had anything to worry about, she had years left of school.
This was supposed to be an adventure, a great step towards independence and adulthood.
Instead, it was the complete tearing apart of most of what he held dear.
Yuugi didn't want to grow up.
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