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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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Chapter List
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Each day seemed to leave him more frustrated than the last.
Oshiro Kokoro – the single girl in Domino High worthy of him – continued to deny him, all for that precious little runt of a first year. He had tried to play the part of whipping boy, of boyishly cute, and each time he threw her a compliment she leveled him with the same bored stare she gave everyone else. The gifts - the flowers, were returned to his desk with the announcement she was allergic, the chocolates, which the thought she finally accepted, ended up in the paws of her shadow's friends, the card she had just thrown over her shoulder with a sigh.
She spurned him at every turn, and all for Yugi.
Yugi, who stood only as tall as her stomach. Yugi, who sat inside and played with puzzles. Yugi, who couldn't even look her in the eyes without turning into a tomato. The first year, with no athletic prowess to speak of, with average grades, with no future, with that stupid boyish face and squeaky voice.
She wanted him. Not Makoto, not the boy her own age, who's looks matched her own, who shared the same interests and hobbies, who was even going to the same, prestigious college. Makoto could give her the world if she asked for it, but she didn't want it.
It made him insane.
He was the one for Kokoro, not that brat. Him. They were perfect for each other and she just couldn't see it.
The door opened.
Kokoro's head shot up out of the warm spray of the shower as ice cold air swirled through her veins. Metal on metal shrieked, desperate, angry, an inarticulate message that told her to run. Run and get the boy. Run and get the boy.
Run and get the boy.
Someone's shoes were soft against the tile floor – not Yugi, whoever it was, they were too heavy, their stride too long. Not one of the girls, either, they walked on the balls of their feet, not the heel. She stayed still, under the hot spray of the shower even as chills ran up her spine, as she cautiously watched their vague reflection in the glossy tile wall and waited for them to make a move, but they just stood there, as if they hadn't realized she heard them approach. And maybe they hadn't, maybe she wouldn't have heard, lost in her own world under the thundering pipe, if Shuujin hadn't been drawn from his prison in the back of her mind and shrieked.
A hand fell onto her back, on top of her little tattoo – her little Kuriboh, some stupid little friendship thing she had done with Anzu for the other girl's sixteenth birthday. Too big to be Yugi, too soft to be Jou, Hideki, or Honda – though they'd never do anything that creepy in the first place – and too short fingered to be Seto, who, while not prone to doing strange and disturbing things, may have gone insane with some sort of work-related incident.
“Oh, Kokoro...”
Makoto.
Shuujin raged now, barely within his cage, a prisoner shaking their bars in a desperate last bid for freedom. Get the boy, get the boy, get the boy.
What boy? Yugi? Why, of all people, did Shuujin want her to get Yugi? He was too small and too weak to put up much of a fight – he'd just end up being beaten himself before Makoto went on with his sick plan against her. But then...Shuujin was always quiet, when Yugi was there, even when the beast had only moments earlier been in a rage. Yugi always quelled its fury.
Yugi made Shuujin feel safe.
She tried to act calm. Kept her breath steady, tried not to seem anything except pleasantly surprised as she turned to face the intruder. Then she kneed him in the crotch.
“Yugi!”
She screamed at the top of her lungs as she ran for the door, and prayed the sound made it to him through the open window as a hand latched around her ankle. Her body slapped to the wet, unforgiving floor, wracked with fresh aches and pains as her bones jarred against it and her teeth cracked together. Desperate, she flipped onto her back and kicked out at the offending arm, unable to find leverage against the floor. He grabbed her other ankle, and she screamed again, and inarticulate cry of despair and fear as she was pulled under him and Shuujin chanted.
Gettheboygettheboygettheboy.
The door slammed – not the one inside of her, but from just outside the showers. The desperate chant became instead a twisted laugh that made her skin want to crawl off of her body just to get away from it. In the distance, she could hear Yugi scream her name.
Then silence.
She dared to open her eyes.
Wherever she was, it was not the locker room – not exactly. The walls had morphed into a red-black miasma that curled around like a dome, the air thick and heavy and cold. The tiles remained, but even they weren't the same, black veins crawled through the peach tiles like worms, slow moving creatures just beneath the surface. Still stunned by the blow, she managed only to roll back onto her stomach, ignoring the aches of deep red-purple bruises that were sure to form, desperate to get a better look at what had happened.
Makoto stood some feet in front of her – Yugi, at a distance that might have been the door to the showers that no longer existed in the strange black cloud. But something was off about him. He seemed to stand taller, broader shouldered, a confident smirk across his suddenly grown face, as if he had aged ten years inside of a few moments. For a moment, they paused, stared one another down in spite of Makoto's obvious fear, then Yugi removed his jacket and tossed it in her direction.
“Cover yourself, Kokoro-chan.” Even his voice had changed, more assured, more masculine, and it gave her pause before she got onto her knees and pulled the jacket tight around her.
Then Yugi turned his attention back to Makoto.
“Where are we? What's happening?” Makoto demanded, the panic clear in his voice even as he tried to hide it.
“We're going to play a game.” Yugi announced, with an air of nonchalance.
“A game?”
“The rules are simple,” Yugi continued, completely unperturbed by the interruption. “All you must do is free Kokoro-chan.”
With no warning, she found herself in a box – a glass cage, the likes of which she had only seen in magic shows on television. She screamed as it pulled her high into the air, higher than the limitations of the school, but the sound seemed to travel only off of the glass around her, back into her ears at a higher volume than it had been before. Two ropes extended before her from two invisible points above in the miasma, lashed to two powerful metal pegs in the ground by a series of knots.
Yugi continued to speak, but she could hear nothing except her own breath as it rushed through her lungs, the thrum of her own heart in her chest. Whatever the rules were, she could only guess, but each boy below took up a post at their own rope. A massive clock face formed out of nothingness behind her, and the cage seemed to vibrate with each tick that she couldn't hear.
Shuujin laughed.
A Shadow Game...
She could feel him there, as though he stood just over her shoulder, cold breath on her neck, but as she spun around, she saw nothing. But he was still there, just out of her peripheral vision, a presence that would not be shaken. She didn't understand. Not the miasma that had formed, not what had changed in Yugi, nothing. She couldn't comprehend anything.
And with you as the prize...
Clever boy.
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