Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Authoress' Notes: The poll for this story's pairings has been closed down; I've made my decision. Thank you for contributing, everyone. (glomps every reader who bothered to vote)
Chapter Eleven:
And Those Little Things...
She remembered his touches, so soft and fluttery, like a lover's caress.
He told her that she was the most beautiful thing that he'd ever seen.
And she believed him.
Shizuka took out the pins, placing them carefully upon the dresser, brushing through her long, luxurious hair afterwards.
"...You cut your hair."
"Yeah... Do you like it?"
"You look cute, as always... but..."
"...But?"
"I don't know... I liked it better when it was long."
"..Oh... I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize. It'll grow back, right?"
"...Right."
It was hard... to let those tiny, insignificant things go.
"Here! I got us one vanilla cone!"
"...I personally think that chocolate is better than vanilla."
"Oh! Umm... I'll get us another one!"
"No, it's alright, really..."
"It's on me."
"Well, if you say so..."
She eyed the tub of chocolate ice cream thoughtfully before putting it in the refrigerator.
Speaking of which...
She needed to buy some groceries today.
He turned the faucet on and splashed cold water haphazardly onto his face.
He hated mornings.
Brushing locks of golden hair from his forehead, he walked up to his closet.
'Ra... Of all things...Of all people!'
He picked a shirt randomly from a hanger and began to button it up, smoothing the navy fabric down afterwards.
He headed for his desk, where papers upon papers were piled up carelessly upon another. He scanned through their contents and began packing them into a file.
'It's nearing... I can't miss another deadline...'
He glanced at the alarm clock strewn across the floor and began to quicken his pace.
"I'm sure she wouldn't appreciate it if I were late, " he muttered to himself silently.
She found them laughing.
He was pulling the cart along while she was reading from a grocery list.
"Oh! Shizuka!"
She froze and turned around reluctantly to greet his eyes.
He smiled benignly at her, waving at her to come over.
The woman beside him was still chuckling at whatever remark he made and glanced at her.
"...Shizuka, ne?"
When she nodded, the woman smiled, "I believe that we weren't properly introduced..."
She glared at the man beside her in mock anger, "I'm Miho Nazaka, Tristen's fiancé. He's told me so much about you; I'm glad that we've finally met."
End Chapter
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