By animeninjaNIPPON
Seasons changed. Weeks went by. Before too long, the Duelist Kingdom Duel Monsters Tournament was over, deciding as its victors Yugi Mutoh and Katsuya Jonouchi. That sickened me; I couldn't stand either one of them.
Oh well, at least I wasn't alone. I had my boyfriend to complain to, and he knew exactly what it took to chase away my misery. Haga had been there for me for the longest time and we would meet up in the alley every night since the night we confessed our love for each other. We couldn't do much back there since it was still technically public property, but on a starless night, we could sometimes sneak in some closer contact.
On one particular evening, I stood and waited for him, as usual. I yawned – I hadn't gotten a good night's sleep since God knows when. Just then, I heard footsteps. I turned around, and sure enough, it was Haga.
"Hey, Ryuzaki," he murmured seductively. He walked up next to me and sat down, motioning for me to sit with him. I followed his command. "So, what's on your mind?"
"Well," I replied, "I can't believe that Jonouchi took second place in Duelist Kingdom!"
"Don't worry, it's not like he came in first," Haga said, then growled contemptuously, "like Yugi."
"Yeah," I agreed, "but I still think someone else should have taken the top rankings. Those two are amateurs. Champions should be professionals.
"Or at least know how to turn the duel around…"
I pushed him playfully. "You little cheater. I should confiscate your dueling deck!" I felt him for his cards, and he squealed with delight. Suddenly, a trash can came crashing down.
"Yikes!" Haga screamed. "What is that?"
"Huh?" called an unfamiliar voice.
Haga began to panic, so I pressed my lips to his and stuck my tongue in his mouth to quiet him down, but quickly got caught up in the moment as he kissed me back. I ran my fingers through his soft, pale hair, then pulled away slightly and gazed into his eyes. In the reflection of his glasses I could see a tall, menacing figure standing over us. I looked up, and so did Haga.
It was Katsuya Jonouchi, of all people, with an expression on his face similar to that of a very small child who walks in on his parents' procreative activities. I could have died.
"Dear Lord," he uttered.
End of part ten