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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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The sun had gone down, and the food had gone cold. Sugoroku sat across the table from his grandson, the air heavy and dour, as the clock above them continued to tick by. The cake still sat on the table, candles unlit, Congratulations scrawled in the boy's messy script in blue icing, but as time wore on, it seemed to deflate, just as his grandson sank deeper into himself.
Yugi had planned the night for weeks. Kokoro had passed To-Oh's notorious entry exams, and won a full scholarship in the process, and his grandson had kindly wanted to celebrate. Though no chef, he had spent the day in the kitchen, cook book propped against the counter as he tried, and most succeeded, to make her favorite dishes. Gifts from their friends littered the far end of the table, wrapped in brightly colored papers and bows. A few violet balloons gently twisted and turned beside them, beneath a hand painted banner.
But the seat of honor sat empty.
Kokoro had not called, not to Yugi's phone or the house, or even sent a brief message to explain her absence. She merely vanished. She had stated she was going to her mothers that day for a party, and Yugi had known it would be superior to anything he could put together, but he had hoped she would keep her word and be there that night. The three of them could have dinner, open presents – they had even made up the guest bed, the Sugoroku was fairly confident she would just sleep in Yugi's the way she always did that they thought he didn't know about, so they could join their friends early that morning to go to the amusement park.
There was a loud bang on the shop door that startled them both.
Sugoroku rose slowly from his seat, reluctant to leave his grandson, who would likely burst into tears the moment he was alone. But he had plans to go with his friends that night that he hadn't remembered to cancel in light of the new situation, and he was reluctant to leave them out in the dark, with rain on the way. With a final glance at his crestfallen grandson, he reluctantly wandered downstairs to tell his friends he would not be able to join them.
It had started to rain, sometime recently, and everything beyond the threshold was already soaked to the marrow by the downpour. Thunder cracked somewhere in the distance as the storm closed in to pass over the city.
And to his surprise, it was Kokoro, who stood in the pouring rain, in a red designer dress that wilted against her as though it were offended to be subjected to such weather. Her hair had been done up, but spilled out of its careful coiffure to glue itself to the sides of her face and neck. She panted lightly, feet bare and a pair of pumps with a broken heel pinched between her fingers. Seeing them, he glanced down, and noticed with alarm that her right ankle was bruised and had begun to swell.
She didn't wait for him to invite her in. She half ran, half limped, towards the stairs, and managed to take them two at a time even as she hobbled up the narrow stairwell, ruined shoes thrown to the side. A backpack banged off the wall and fell like a boulder to lay beside them.
With a sigh of relief, he scooped up her hastily neglected things and followed her upstairs at a much more leisurely pace.
Yugi was wrapped up in her arms, and tried valiantly – and failed – not to cry. She nursed her injured leg as she embraced him, crushed his face into her chest and muttered some half-crazed apology. Sugoroku smiled to himself as he watched them, then turned away to give them some privacy. Her shoes, he noticed, were beyond hope – the long heel had been snapped off and the red color had been scraped down to the gray skeleton beneath. The bag, half open, contained some clothes that were still mostly dry.
“Kokoro-chan,” Sugoroku called lightly. “Why don't you go change while Yugi and I reheat dinner?”
He didn't call attention to her ankle, but Yugi warily eyed her new gait as she moved to take her bag with a quiet thank you and vanished down the hall. Saying nothing, but quietly pleased, he gathered up the dishes that had once been warm over to the microwave. Yugi sat for a minute, stunned, before he gathered his wits and came to help.
Kokoro came out a minute later, and threw herself down into the decorated chair, exhausted. Sugoroku ushered Yugi out with a promise he could handle the microwave on his own.
“My mom's impossible.” Kokoro murmured, head lolled back. “I've been trying to leave since early this afternoon, but there was always one more person I had to meet. When it got close to four, we got into a knock down drag out when I tried to leave – she went on and on about how she spent so much time putting together this party and...”
She trailed off with an irritated sigh.
“She wouldn't call a car, and dad's still at work. I ran home, but I forgot to take my stupid shoes off, and my heel broke, and I had to run all the way home and all the way here with my stupid ankle being...stupid.”
Sugoroku came out with the plates, and a bag of frozen peas draped over his arm. He urged her to put her ankle up in his chair and ice it – and silently prayed it was only a bad sprain and not actually broken. There was another knock downstairs, and he politely excused himself to go join his friends. As he left, Kokoro continued to recline, eyes closed and head lolled back as her chest heaved and she worked to catch her breath as the adrenaline wore off.
“Yugi,” She finally called. “You know you didn't have to do all this, right?”
“I know. But I wanted today to be special.”
She smiled, a broad, lopsided grin, and blindly reached out for his hand. When she found it, she squeezed gently with a soft sigh. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she leaned forward and piled an assortment of food onto her plate in one haphazard pile. Though she had eaten at her mother's, everything that littered the table was her favorite – no weird American balls of dough or baby cattle, just noodles, and stir fry, and spicy everything.
With her plate loaded, she hobbled over to the sofa.
“Where are you going?” Yugi asked as she dropped onto the cushions and patted the one beside her, opposite her outstretched leg.
“We can't cuddle at the table.”
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