Title: Strawberries and Black Pepper
Author: Broken Music Box
Rating: PG
Summery: Ryou's thoughts as he is neglected by everyone.
A/N: Okay, I know this one is a little weird. Any reviews welcome.
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Don't have any expectations. Just don't. That way, you don't get hurt. That's the way it works, right? That aim of the game everyone plays. Everyone's just trying to avoid getting hurt. And since Yugi and Yami are the King of Games, shouldn't they be very good at avoiding pain? Then why do you see Yami sitting, head in hands, looking as if he should scream because of the unidentifiable emotion he's feeling?
Brush past Yugi quietly, and don't flinch as Malik materializes out of pretty much nowhere. You didn't think that there were that many hiding places on the grounds of Domino High. Look up and smile.
"Happy Birthday, Ryou."
Try to hide how your smile widens and your eyes light up. No matter, Malik sees anyway. Ignore Yugi's guilt-stricken look. Watch as Malik literally fades back into his hiding spot. Catch the way he glances back over his shoulder- permission to follow. Don't notice the way Yugi twitches violently, as if he wants to stop you.
Block out the silky whisper of Bakura's question of where you're going.
Step out of the shadows. Spot Malik lounging casually on the grass. Wander over slowly and sit down next to him, legs folded. Smile at him. And honest, genuine smile that actually means something. Take in the way he smiles back- as if he enjoys your company.
Just sit next to him for a while. Don't flinch when Malik breaks the silence.
"Want to skip school?"
Nod. You've never played tuant before, have you? Take the hand Malik offers you to haul you to your feet. Don't notice the frown that flickers over his face as he realizes how light you are.
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Around the time school finishes, walk next to Malik through the park. Feel sad that Malik has mentioned that you'd better be going home, or Bakura and Yami and Yugi might worry. Try not to thnik about how much trouble you'll be in. Be shocked as the words burst forward.
"I don't want to go home."
