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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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In years past, Kokoro had always found a disturbing waterfall of wrapped boxes and cards inside of her locker on White Day, even though she seldom participated in Valentine's Day. She would share her assortment of sweets with her friends and her judo teammates, even some teachers, before she brought the rest home for her father and brothers. The more personal gifts – the jewelry, the lingerie – she would politely box up and stow in her closet. Then came the night of thank you cards, and by the end of the week, each of the boys who gave her a gift would realize she hadn't been won over and life would return to normal.
That changed when Yugi came into the picture.
Most of the vicious words and acid glares had died off, once it became obvious she wasn't bothered by the other student's attacks, but life had hardly returned to normal. Not that Kokoro missed the attention – she would really prefer not to deal with an influx of chocolates she couldn't eat and jewels she wouldn't wear, never mind the scandalous underwear – but she was mildly disappointed to find her locker bereft of any gifts. It only reminded her that people, especially young people, were unbelievably petty.
Was it so difficult to believe she saw something in Yugi worthwhile, in spite of his stature? Apparently so.
“What's the matter? Sad all the boys decided the pedophile isn't worth their time?”
Kokoro couldn't be bothered to remember the girl's name, but their lockers had been in close proximity all through school. The other girl had always received her share of gifts, but it seemed that year, she had gotten the lion's share – Kokoro's share, specifically, in addition to her own. Kokoro did remember, however, one day in their first year, where the girl told her friend a story, oblivious to Kokoro's presence behind her, about how she had kissed a boy, only to learn he was her cousin.
“Not really. I suppose your nasty attitude is because your cousin didn't get you anything? Disappointed he isn't into incest any more?”
With that, Kokoro finished the laces of her sneakers, and turned towards the door, as whispers began to fill the room. Yugi, not to her surprise, was by the door, observing some invisible scuff on his shoe. He said nothing, in light of the irritation on her face, and merely held the door for her as they exited the school. He held onto his backpack straps and stared at his feet as they walked, a fellow student wailing miserably from behind them as she tried, and failed, to dispel the rumors that were bound to start that night.
They walked in silence until they came to the Game Shop door.
“Do you want to come in?” Yugi asked softly, as he kicked at the concrete. “I...uh...”
“Sure.”
Sugoroku greeted them happily as they passed through his shop, but his smile fell when he noticed the mood that clung to the two like a storm cloud. He pulled Yugi aside and whispered in his ear as Kokoro walked upstairs alone, which was admittedly rather rude of her, but school was out and their next day was their day off, and she wanted to be out of her uniform considerably more than she wanted to be privy to whatever the two were so secretive about.
She turned into Yugi's room to change, and immediately felt guilty.
On his desk lay a bouquet of flowers – white lilies, baby's breath, and some others she didn't know the name of. A card stood tall in front of them, with only a simple heart but obviously hand made, and somewhere beneath she could see a box wrapped in white. She stood there, stunned, even as she heard Yugi's miserable shuffling in the hall behind her.
He tensed as she dropped to the floor beside him, wrapped with guilt and appalled by her behavior, and took hold of him by the waist. Most days, a hug with Yugi ended up with his face in her stomach and his arms around her hips, but for once, she hid her face in his school shirt, narrowly escaping a vicious jab of his puzzle to the eye. The urge to cry tightened her lungs, but she held it back, unwilling to break into messy, snot-filled, red-eyed sobs all over his pristine white shirt.
“I'm sorry.” She mumbled, as he put his hands on her shoulders and sighed. She dared to glance up, and found him with a small smile on his face.
“It's alright.” He squeezed her shoulders. “Do you want your gifts?”
She nodded childishly, and stayed firmly planted on the ground as he wiggled free to fetch them. He handed her the flowers first, which she placed reverently on her school bag, and the card. The outside was plain, with a hand drawn, slightly lopsided heart, and on the inside, he had scrawled “Happy White Day” and signed his name with a small heart beside it.
There had not been one box, but two, one considerably larger than the other, and as he handed them to her, he flopped down beside her. She opened the smaller one first, at his request. Inside, she found a small case, rather than the cards she had expected. It was simple, a black case with a button clasp and a secure clip on the back. It was by no means an expensive deck case, but she had never had one that hooked to her belt, which was far more convenient than her own pocket case. She immediately pulled her old case out of her back, and slipped her deck into the new one – it was slightly loose, but fit tightly on her belt.
As she tugged at it to ensure it was secure, he handed her the other box. She felt a bit guilty that he had obviously invested so much money into the holiday when she had only given him some handmade chocolates, though admittedly, she had probably invested as much time as he had money to carve the face of the Millenium Puzzle into the caramel filled candies. They still only came out half right, but at least the pattern was identifiable, even if she only managed to get the eye right.
He handed her the larger box. It rattled noisily as she tugged at the simple white paper – he'd even put a bow on it. She wasn't used to seeing a boy take such care with wrapping a gift before, a testament either to Yugi's general sweet childishness or perhaps how much he cared, maybe both. The box beneath was also simple and white. Inside, she found a bunch of little white pieces. The white day theme of everything being white grated on her slightly, but she appreciated the gift far more than the obnoxious color.
For a moment, she plucked at the puzzle pieces. Some had been scribbled on with black marker. It was impossible to make out what it said in so many pieces, but it was clearly a message added later. Briefly, she recalled a story about a friend of Anzu's who had a crush on Jou, and she had given him a similar puzzle only to have that menace of a teacher, Chono, confiscate it. Sugoroku had called it a love puzzle.
They spent the rest of the evening together, sprawled on the floor of his room beside one another, hand in hand, as they talked. Suguroku invited her to stay for dinner, where they ate stir fry at the table and he glanced between them with a knowing look. She eyed his grandfather suspiciously, but he didn't seem any less amused. Afterwords, she left, determined to get home before the sun completely disappeared and the three men in her house – her father and brothers – actually ate something other than ramen or take out. Yugi politely offered to walk her, but if she were honest with herself, he was in more danger walking alone at night than she was – as much as she adored him, Yugi probably couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag.
After scolding her father for letting her siblings consume an inordinate amount of cheap, greasy drive-through burgers and fries when they had perfectly good food at home, she dropped down on to the couch and pulled out her puzzle. Over the lip of his game system, her father glanced at it, curious but determined not to give up his quest to find and get friendzoned by Princess Peach. Mario was a two foot tall plumber with a gross mustache, sure, but the least Peach could do was let him smash after all the times he saved her from Bowser, and what her brothers insisted had to be a rather spiky appendage.
She paused – she spent way to much time around her brothers, and she really didn't need to think about Bowser's junk while she was working on a romantic puzzle.
Her father finally paused his efforts to reclaim his digital princess when the puzzle came together. It wasn't difficult – most of the pieces were half blank, but large. Over her shoulder, he puffed sweet cigar smoke into the air around her face as he read the message out loud.
“Kokoro,” She shoved him off as her brothers perked up from their Tekken battle to listen to what was hopefully something embarrassing, but he was undeterred. “Thank you. For every moment we spend together, and for everyone I hope we have. With love, Yugi.”
Her brother, Isamu, snickered nastily, only to have a half-empty soda cup thrown at his head. To her surprise, it was propelled by her father, who immediately leaned back to puff on his cigar as Isamu, and Masaru, innocent but well within the splash zone, tried to wipe the caramel color soda off before it stained their uniforms.
“You two could take a lesson.” He replied as he crossed his ankle over his knee “Simple and sweet – that boy knows what he's doing.”
“I thought you said Yugi was a...” Masaru paused. “What was it? A lucky little brat with weird hair?”
Her father snorted and returned to his game.
“Maybe he's more of a nice young man, but his hair is still weird.”
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