AN: Well, this one is epically short, but it was fun to write anyway. Chapters will probably range from 100 to like 3000 words depending on how I'm feeling because this is a daily challenge rather than a pre-planned thing.
Obsolescence- The process of becoming obsolete.
Joey would like to think he was somewhat an expert in obsolescence.
He'd spent his whole life making himself less than he was, choosing to seem like a mere human and avoid any popularity or scorn involved with being a Wight. Even when he was younger, too young to know anything for himself, his mother had dressed him up to hide his wings. To protect him, she said. He didn't doubt it, even now, so even after the divorce he continued to hide. Even Hirutani hadn't known for quite a while, but one can only last so long in a gang without having their shirt ripped in a fight.
Hirutani had encouraged him to expose himself as a Wight. Joey had gotten away from that- by saying he couldn't fly. That he'd never tried, and that the wings didn't work for a human physique. He'd hidden further, by convincing the others he was just as useless as before.
So close to no one knew he was a Wight, and every single person who knew he was a Wight thought his abnormality was nothing but a hindrance.
Joey Wheeler was just a meat-headed thug with more muscles than IQ points; Joey Wheeler was the only human in a Wight gang; Joey Wheeler was just the loyal dog of Yugi Moto.
Well, Joey reflected as he finally was able to grab Yugi's arm, pulling the smaller boy to him and holding him tightly (especially his head, no need to save his life but give him whiplash), his large white wings flapping as he pulled out of the nosedive, guess that's the end of that.