Title: "Solitare"
Theme: #11 Exhaustion
Characters/Pairings: DY
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 400
Genre: Humor
Author's Note: This is actually 4 100-word drabbles that all together tell a story.
Anger-
"Why can't I fucking win?" Yzak exploded angrily, pounding his fist into the wall.
Dearka didn't even look up, instead boredly flipping through his magazine. "What, did Athrun beat you again? You really should stop challenging him if you can't ever win."
Yzak glared at the blonde. "I'm not talking about Athrun, idiot. Though I still know I can beat him someday."
The Buster pilot rolled his eyes. "Then what are you possibly losing at?"
Yzak chucked a deck of cards at Dearka. "I can't win at Solitaire!"
Dearka laughed. "Come on, everyone loses at Solitaire!"
Yzak scowled. "Not me."
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Focus-
"Still haven't won?"
"No! So shut up!"
Dearka backed away from the Duel pilot, who was intensely focused on the cards in front of him. "You do realize you need to take a break to eat, don't you?"
"I'm not eating until I win!"
"Err and Commander Le Creuset has been wondering why you haven't been working on Duel…"
"Not until I win!"
"But what if we have to fight? The enemy won't wait for you to…er…win…"
"I don't care!"
"…and you do know that Solitaire is all luck, right?"
"Just shut up you asshole and go away!"
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Denial-
"Yzak, did you ever think that maybe you just weren't meant to win? Like, it's destiny or something?"
The Duel pilot glared at his friend before returning to the deck of cards, resetting the damned card game. It shouldn't be as hard as it was turning out to be! "Destiny? Yeah right," he muttered, scowling as he almost instantly lost once again. Damn! He had to have lost hundreds of times by now, maybe even thousands! He was sorely tempted to create yet another hole in the wall.
Dearka shrugged. "Hey, you never know. Fate might actually exist."
"Yeah right."
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An End-
"Day Two. Are you ready to give up yet?"
Yzak scowled. "Just shut up and get me some coffee, dumbass."
The Buster pilot smirked. "Go get it yourself. I'm not your servant, after all."
"I told you, not until I win at this blasted game!"
Dearka shrugged. "Well then, no coffee for you." He frowned. "You didn't sleep either, did you?"
Yzak yawned suddenly, giving the blonde a glare. "You just had to remind me."
Dearka shrugged, lapsing into silence until a soft snore startled him. Yzak had fallen asleep. With a smile, Dearka moved him to his bed. "Goodnight."
-gasp- I updated. Finally. But a lot has been going on lately, so I havent had the time. After all, in the past 4 weeks or so i've turned 16, got my drivers license, flown to Cleveland to visit a friend, got stranded overnight in Cleveland, started tennis tryouts, played lots of other tennis, etc. So i havent had a lot of time for writing. But i have one other drabble to post today, and i'll try to update more often. Promise.
And thanks to everyone who's reviewed. Full props to you all when i finish. hehehe but thank you so much. It means a lot to me that people like my writing.
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