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Odd Couple	By : DragonetteVie Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 4539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Anzu wasn't sure what to make of the upperclassman Yugi suddenly spent his time with. It had been cute when it was just an unrequited crush between a young, shy student and the outgoing head of the track team, but once Kokoro started to spend time with Yugi, it seemed weird. The age difference was only a matter of a couple years, but it felt like decades between them whenever Anzu thought about it. Kokoro was fully developed, easily one of the most mature in her grade, both mentally and physically, where Yugi hardly looked like he had graduated elementary grades, and his meek personality often matched.
It seemed innappropriate, to say the least.
And Yugi was reasonably certain most of the student body would agree, which was what led him to respectfully ask that his friends not tell anyone about their relationship. They had only found out through luck – if Jou hadn't spotted them hand-in-hand in the park, the entire group would no doubt have been left in the dark for a long time. Yugi wasn't ashamed, and he claimed Kokoro wasn't either, but he had begged them anyway, for the sake of Kokoro's reputation, to keep quiet.
It sounded like a flimsy excuse to her. Any woman who asked her boyfriend to downplay their relationship had to be ashamed of something, whether she admitted to it or not. It wasn't fair of her to play that game with Yugi, who was still so naïve he would believe anything she told him. He couldn't know that women who kept their relationships quiet were ashamed of their lovers, and in spite of Anzu's attempts to warn him, Yugi didn't seem to want to listen.
She had told him a half dozen times that it seemed odd Kokoro would ask him to keep the relationship secret, but Yugi always replied that it was his idea. A bad reputation could ruin her chances of acceptance into a good college, and though the logic was sound, she couldn't help but feel it was an excuse. Whenever she asked Yugi to invite her along to an outing, he always showed up alone with yet another excuse as to why she couldn't make it. At first Anzu had humored him, but as the months wore on, and still the school was none the wiser, she took measures into her own hands to prove Kokoro was nothing but a user, who had taken advantage of poor Yugi.
The start of her gym period coincided with the end of the third year's free period, during which Kokoro's team often ran the track for practice. She had tried and failed to confront Kokoro alone a dozen times in the past weeks, and she was left with no other alternative than one she would rather not employ.
“I heard Hideki-kun asked you to the dance.” One of the track team giggled. “What did you say?”
“No.”
There was a round of giggles and gasps. Hideki was another third year – handsome like no one had a right to be, and head of the male soccer team and student body president. They had dated through their first and second year, but the rumor mill maintained that Kokoro broke it off over the summer before their third year. No one knew why, but things seemed amicable between them, though Hideki seemed a bit hung up, in Anzu's opinion.
“What? Why?”
“I broke up with him last summer. Why would I want to go to the dance with him now?”
The girls chastised her, at first for her refusal then again for the break up, though all in good natured fun. The conversation eventually turned to the dance itself, which was a once a year formal for all grades. It was an American-style dance, one which most schools didn't allow, where the third year students picked a theme and decorated the auditorium accordingly. The school allowed it, as the students were responsible for everything, from the music to the food, and it was considered an exercise in budgets and financial planning for the real world. They did fundraisers all year long in preparation, and anyone who maintained a respectable grade average and attendance was allowed to attend or help out.
“Are you going alone, then?”
“I don't know.” Kokoro shrugged as she pulled on her socks.
“You don't know? How can you not know? The dance is at the end of the week!”
“I haven't asked him yet.”
There was a flurry of questions from Kokoro's teammates, and the other girls in the room who knew her. They were desperate to know who the mystery man could be. Names were thrown out at random, only to be shot down, but she seemed disinterested in revealing the name of the boy she planned to take to the dance.
“Is it Yugi-kun?”
All eyes turned to Anzu. Her query had been quiet, but it seemed like the entire locker room heard, and everyone immediately feel silent. Kokoro seemed especially surprised, as if she didn't realize Anzu knew about them, or that she would say anything if she did. One girl from the back finally piped up.
“Yugi Muto? The first year?”
Anzu didn't see the totality of the carnage she wrought, but she saw enough.
Kokoro's friends all laughed, at first, as they assumed it was some sort of joke. They chuckled and asked if she was just doing him a favor, and one even insinuated that it was a date for pay. Then they realized the serious look on Kokoro's face.
Fujiwara Ikue called her a pervert, a creepy old hag who preyed on little boys, and slapped her across the face before she stormed out of the room. Half the team followed. Anzu immediately felt guilty, more than she ever had in her life, as Kokoro stood and stared dumbly at the door with a bright red mark across her cheek. Of the few girls who remained, none approached her, and a wave of gossip soon overtook the school.
By the time gym class was over, all anyone could talk about were Kokoro and Yugi. Where Yugi received mixed responses – congratulations from the males and a strange mixture of sympathy and curiosity from the girls – Kokoro received nothing but disdain. Classmates visibly cleared out of her way as she entered the main lobby of the school, and one particularly cruel girl whose locker was below hers spat on the ground between her loafers.
By the end of the week, Kokoro had been removed from the dance commission, and there were rumors that she could loose her place as head of the track and judo teams. Someone even claimed that she faced potential disciplinary action for “conduct unbecoming”, and if she didn't call it off with Yugi, she faced expulsion. One particularly nasty teacher even started a petition amongst the staff that the “pervert” be dropped from her advanced level classes, and began to fail her assignments for mistakes that didn't exist.
“Kokoro-sempai?”
It wasn't half as hard to find her alone anymore. Rejected by most of her peers, Kokoro took her lunch in a quiet section of the hall, near the library. Anzu had feigned ill to seek her out during class. Her expression was completely unreadable – flat, in all possible ways, not unlike the plain white masks they used as bases in art class.
“What is it?”
“I'm sorry for what I said. I wasn't thinking. Yugi-kun told me a dozen times that he was afraid something like this would happen and I still outed you like that. I never meant to get you into any trouble.”
“If you hadn't said something, everyone would have found out at the dance anyway.”
She pulled up from her bow to see a bright smile on Kokoro's face.
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