Battle Plan
"Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change." Jesse Louis Jackson
Chapter 13: See-through
The good thing about being sick is that my mother allowed me to sleep in late, dismissing aubades in the name of peace, quiet, rest and relief.
The extra rest does wonders to succor my troubled stomach, as well as my troubled mind. When I woke up, warm sunshine splashing my cheeks, I immediately felt embarrassed for everything I had done yesterday: how I had moped all day, then run away from a friend, cried, and then threw up. I didn't want to contemplate the reason that that chain of events had occured. For me, what I had said the night before, that everyone has their off days, was good enough.
Now, however, Yami's trying to talk to me. I have to find a way to tell him to shut up without hurting his feelings, or he will feel oh-so-royally-rejected. Not that he gets all upset about it, actually; I'm just that polite, I suppose.
"Yami, my head hurts," I whine, shielding the sun from my eyes with my hand as it filters through my open blinds and tumbles directly onto my cornea. Yami's taken a spirit form, and is hovering right over the window.
"I was just asking if you feel any better," he concedes, hurt. I groan but try to give him a small smile.
"Yami, my head's hurting when you talk right now. No offense or anything."
He holds up his gossamer hands. "Oh, none taken! I'll disappear if you want."
"Just for a little while. I do want company," I tell him, pining for the hour my stomach stops flip-flopping like a gasping fish. He smiles as he catches mental snatches of my fish simile.
"Creative," he tells me. I say thanks. "I'll see you in a bit." I say okay. I already know that I'll see him in a little bit. Yami's very easy to read; not during a duel, of course, when 'enigmatic' is an adjective one strives to have ascribed to them, and Yami is more difficult to read than a book in Old English. (And considering we're in Japan...) But he's actually an open picture book normally. One can easily comprehend (or at least I can, and my friends seem to be able to just as well) when he is worried, inspired, happy, or total desolate. I've never really seen Yami when he was desolate, but Tea tells me that he was when he lost my soul that one time. I remember when I reconnected with him how I could instantly tell that he was worlds happier than... something. Being without me, I guess.
When he says he's not offended, he means he's not offended. If he tells me he's worried about me, I know that he thinks I'm pushing myself too far. Yami the spirit is so much easier to read than an actual living person. He's a see-through friend.
Which is why I know I'll get immediately results once I get my battle plan sorted out and into action.