AN- I do no own Yuugiou!
Author: Wiiburingu
Title: Daydream
(ONESHOT)
(No warnings)
This is what could be considered a Valentines day fanfiction, for all that its so late. However, its not what one would expect from such a thing...
As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of school, there was always one place he ran to.
It wasn't that far away, really. Just a couple of blocks, taking no more than... ten minutes? Twenty minutes? He never let the weight of his bag over his shoulder slow him down- never once faltered in his steps. Wasn't he usually so terrible at sports? His report card certainly seemed to think so. There it was, folded carelessly in the little zip-up compartment somewhere in his bag for 'safe-keeping', just to make sure he wouldn't lose it... (not that it mattered if he did lose it, in all honesty). Look, a big fat D was etched across the bit that marked his grade for physical education!
He stared at the clock anxiously, his pen making funny twitching motions in his hand. Not long left now. The bell would sound, and he would be off into the distance so fast it'd seem as though he had a rocket up his- tied to his shoes. He stumble through the door and lean it against it heavily, panting harshly with his hand clutching at his chest. He'd be able to feel his heart beating furiously against his ribcage in protest, so loud that he's wonder briefly if anybody else would be able to hear it too. Wouldn't that be scarey- to have somebody else listening to the thumping of your most vital organ? The vulnerability of it?
Scarcely a soul would even twitter as he made his clumsy entrance, but nevertheless he'd smile weakly in greeting to his bare surroundings as he gulped in the burning oxygen that he so badly needed. His legs would tremble briefly as he gripped the wall, but he'd set jaw and bare it as he ambled precariously across the tiled floor (he recognized all the patterns and scuff marks distinctly by this point) towards his destination.
One step, two step. A few deep, calming breaths. Three step, four step.
As ever, he'd all but collide with the coffee table and blink in confusion for a moment, then he'd look down at it. He would pause there then shake his head with a laugh, then move on towards the sofa- his breath would catch sharply in his throat. His unfocused eyes would slowly fix themselves upon his prize, and he'd feel a warm something spread throughout his stomach; It would start slow, but it would creep along, making all his nerves tingle in its wake...
And when the ruler snapped down hard on the table in front of him, clattering loudly. When he was pried roughly from his fancyful reviere with a few yelled words, he'd smile and blink up at the stern-faced teacher innocently, with his head canted a bare few milimeters to the left.
Because though he always loved his daydreams, oh yes! Loved them so very much and treasured them with all his heart, he knew what was really waiting for him was even better.
Afterall, who would want resist a platter full of creampuffs? So delicious, soft and creamy... Who could resist such a treat?
Ryou knew that he certainly couldn't.
And he wouldn't want it any other way.
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