I don't know what's happening anymore. What is real.
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO.
Taxi
Yugi waved his arms, whistled, hollered, screamed, but the New York cabbies zipped past him without glancing at him. Okay, maybe this impromptu trip to the Big Apple to visit Anzu sounded like a good idea, but he got lost on the subway 4 times since his arrival earlier that day and at least 6 people commented on his hair.
And he thought America would be more accepting of crazy styles.
"Oh c'mon!" he yelled as another taxi drove past, picking up a man in a business suit instead. It was times like this Yugi wished the pharaoh was still with him to at least keep him company. It had been a 2 months since the Ceremonial Duel, but he was holding it together somehow, even with Anzu gone for the last half of August for early admission.
After a few more tries of hailing a cab he gave up, deciding to walk to campus. He'd need to know the city anyway since he was going to join his girlfriend at the end of the month.
Lame ending, but whatever.
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Over and out,
Mahersal