Prologue
It was the night before Valentine's Day, when all through the night, not a creature was snoring, not even a mouse. Well, technically there was his best friend, snoring away in a sleeping bag next to his bed, but right then that was the last thing on his mind.
What exactly was on this young man's mind that kept him so late? And no, it wasn't the fact that there was an exam the next morning. No, he was far too sophisticated for that. One could say that he had a photographic memory. And perfectly etched in his mind at that very moment was a certain blond beauty, with exotic amethyst eyes, wavy hair that cascaded gracefully over her slender shoulders to her waist, and a body to die for. But he wasn't the type to go around gawking at every single beautiful girl, oh no, he was deeper than that.
He knew all about her tormented soul, how she spent her life in isolation every since she was a little girl. How the only friends she ever had were the Harpie Ladies that resided within her deck, which led to her incredibly crafty dueling skills. She was among one of the few finalists in the tournament at Duelist Kingdom. A slight smile of amusement tugged at the corner of his lips. She was nearly as good of a duelist as he.
She wasn't your average girl, that he knew far too well. He loved her sarcastic yet serious sense of humor. She always knew exactly what to say, especially in the midst of a heated duel. She reminded him of well, him.
He leaned back in his chair, chewing thoughtfully on the end of the pen he was holding. Ah, she was indeed something else. And tomorrow was Valentine's Day, the perfect day for him to confess his feelings for her.
Only he had several things in mind. He wasn't planning on going straight out and telling her, that wasn't his style. Oh no, he'd have a little fun with her first. Mind games as you would call it. He loved puzzles. He had a feeling she didn't.
He smirked. It would be definitely be something new: Mai obsessing over a mystery she couldn't solve. He wondered how she would take it, who she would think it was. Then he pictured the look of surprise that would be on her face when he revealed himself to her, the expression he had seen many times in the past during a duel.
He wondered how she would react, would she accept him or did her heart belong to another? Either way, her happiness was what was most important to him. Yet what he wouldn't give for her to love him the way he loved her.
He had planned out the first part of his surprise. A mysterious valentine from a mystery man. He almost laughed out loud. It sounded like a cheesy plot to a cheesy chick flick that Tea always managed to drag him and the gang to.
His pen stood poised over the piece of paper in front of him. What should he say? He never felt he was a poet, but then, all he needed was a few words. After all, what kind of mysterious valentine would it be if it contained more than a paragraph?
He smiled and scrawled his message, then tucked it into a lavender envelope. Then as exhaustion consumed him, he leaned forward on the desk, an ever so blissful smile on his lips as he dreamt of her.
A/N: Wow, that turned out cornier and shorter than I hoped. Eh. And it took me like, what, half an hour to write? Haha. xD