Disclaimer. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi and crew.
/Yugi./ Twitching, Yugi rolled over in his sleep, grunting. /Yugi./Snapping awake, he shot up, glaring at anything in his sight. But the voice was in his head. One simple word was spoken.
/School./
Leaping off the bed, Yugi grabbed his backpack, which was brought in by Sugouroku since Yugi had left it on the stairs. He smoothed his clothing. (He had fallen asleep with them on.) He took his brand new painting with him, the paint now dry so it was safe to carry.
Thumping down the stairs, he saw his mother at the table, chatting on the phone. She waved to her son before resuming her conversation. With almost no time to spare, Yugi shoved his feet into his sandals, (no time for closed shoes) scurrying out the door.
Yami appeared beside him, keeping pace with him. "So who is it for?"
Yugi looked away, shy. The distant toll of the school bell sounded in the distance. Quickening his speed run Yugi dashed into the school yard, seeing a man closing the doors as class started. Luckily, the man spotted him, keeping the doors open.
"You better hurry kid. Nice painting by the way."
Blushing, Yugi ran past him, and entered the classroom just as the teacher started speaking. He glanced at the breathless teen, shaking his head. "Well, at least you're here. Go along now, to your seat Mr. Motou."
Sitting down in his desk at the back of the room, Yugi laid the painting against his backpack, making sure Anzu couldn't see it. Students craned their necks, curious to see what the painting was.
Yami vanished, leaving Yugi to his schoolwork.
Once the day was done, students crowded around his desk, demanding to know what kind of painting he created. His reputation as a brilliant painter was well known at school. Two new teens were there, a blond and a short haired brunet.
They both looked bored, just going along with what everyone else was doing.
Yugi shrank from all the peer pressure, wanting to crawl into a hole. /Yugi? Are you nervous?/He inwardly nodded. The puzzle shone, and just like that, Yami was there, blinking. He felt Yugi start, and quickly reassured him of the situation. With that out of the way, he asked who the painting was for.
/...it's for Anzu./
Nodding, he motioned Anzu over, which earned a few oohs from the crowd. He picked up the painting, carefully handing it to her.
Anzu stiffened when she saw the painting, covering her mouth. Everyone scrambled to see it, and a few admiring gasps came from the crowd. Tears formed in Anzu's eyes.
She glanced at Yami. "This is really for me? Thank you Yugi! I'll treasure it always!"
Yami opened his mouth to comment on the fact that that wasn't his name, then stopped himself. 'Anzu doesn't know yet.'
With the excitement over, everyone shuffled off, except for Anzu and the two new students. They were staring at the painting, then at Yami.
The blond one walked over, leaning against Yugi's desk. "Man. You're a pretty good painter. Where'd ya learn to paint like that?"
Yami flinched. 'Time for me to go.'
In a flash, Yugi was there. He traced figures on his desk, embarrassed.
"I taught myself." He mumbled.
The blond put a hand to his ear. "Huh? Wassat?"
Yugi clenched his fist, saying his sentence a fraction louder. The blond shrugged his shoulders, putting a hand to his head. "Ya don't talk much do you? Kinda quiet aren't ya..."
He offered a hand. "My name's Jonouchi. The other guy is Honda. Maybe we'll meet again."
Yugi stared at the hand like it had just sprouted broccoli.
Jonouchi got the hint and nudged Honda, who glanced once more at the painting before leaving.
Anzu was smiling and crying at the same time, rather shocked with the generous gift. Yugi stood up, walking over to Anzu. She turned around and hugged him.
Yugi turned beet red and struggled to get out of her grip. Anzu let go and he took off without looking back.
Anzu smiled. 'No goodbye or hope you like the painting or anything. But all of your words are in this painting. So Thank you. And I'll see you next week.'
Clutching the artwork close to her, Anzu headed for home.