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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18.00
Anzu approached the kitchen table warily: this was her heritage?
An enormous stack of cookery books, the legacy of several of her relatives, confronted her, confused her and overwhelmed her, causing her to sink into the nearest unoccupied chair and place her head in her hands.
She didn't know if she loved Yuugi enough for this.
She wasn't sure if she was even old enough for this.
Didn't the women who cooked special dinners for their boyfriend and parents live on their own and have a career and the like?
Her father had suggested one night, that Anzu had better get used to cooking for herself. Her mother had then commented that since she and Yuugi had been seeing each other for months, it was time for the ritual meal where the girls' parents formally meet the boyfriend.
Damn them both.
At least she had two hours to prepare everything, since it had only just passed six. She was only making a simple rice dish after all, it shouldn't take too long.
The number of cookbooks was slightly terrifying though – were her parents expecting a seven course banquet?
Too bad if they were.
At least she knew that Yuugi was even more scared by this prospect than she was. Only ten minutes ago she had received an urgent phone call asking if her mother was allergic to any flowers and exactly what it was her father did for a living.
Of course, Yuugi had first met her parents years ago and had spoken with them on a regular basis ever since. He wasn't as close to them as Anzu was to his Grandpa, but they liked each other well enough.
It was just that they were ready to re-evaluate him now there was a romantic relationship between him and their daughter.
Typical.
Didn't they realise that Anzu hadn't lost her heart to Yuugi overnight?
This wasn't a mistake. Tonight, she'd prove it.
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By Jargonelle
Twenty-four snapshots. Two lives. One love. Yuugi x Anzu.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
~~
18.00
Anzu approached the kitchen table warily: this was her heritage?
An enormous stack of cookery books, the legacy of several of her relatives, confronted her, confused her and overwhelmed her, causing her to sink into the nearest unoccupied chair and place her head in her hands.
She didn't know if she loved Yuugi enough for this.
She wasn't sure if she was even old enough for this.
Didn't the women who cooked special dinners for their boyfriend and parents live on their own and have a career and the like?
Her father had suggested one night, that Anzu had better get used to cooking for herself. Her mother had then commented that since she and Yuugi had been seeing each other for months, it was time for the ritual meal where the girls' parents formally meet the boyfriend.
Damn them both.
At least she had two hours to prepare everything, since it had only just passed six. She was only making a simple rice dish after all, it shouldn't take too long.
The number of cookbooks was slightly terrifying though – were her parents expecting a seven course banquet?
Too bad if they were.
At least she knew that Yuugi was even more scared by this prospect than she was. Only ten minutes ago she had received an urgent phone call asking if her mother was allergic to any flowers and exactly what it was her father did for a living.
Of course, Yuugi had first met her parents years ago and had spoken with them on a regular basis ever since. He wasn't as close to them as Anzu was to his Grandpa, but they liked each other well enough.
It was just that they were ready to re-evaluate him now there was a romantic relationship between him and their daughter.
Typical.
Didn't they realise that Anzu hadn't lost her heart to Yuugi overnight?
This wasn't a mistake. Tonight, she'd prove it.
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