Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Adia ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer: I own her, not him. Either of him.

AN: It's Rei's turn. Remember Rei?

Readers: *stare blankly*

...yeah, that's what I thought you'd do. Rei is that lovely young girl whose affections Yugi turned down oh-so-long ago. Now she wants to say something. If she can manage it. Aww. Poor her. Still, that's the price you pay for coming in between a hikari and his yami, even if you don't know it. Ah well. Read away, oh loyal fans!

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Well, dear diary, I'm about to get weepy and rambling.

Forgive me if my tearstains mar your pages.

You know, it started off so simply. Doesn't it always? Just a simple crush, that's all. Right. Simple crushes always hurt like this.

No, no, I'll start from the beginning. It's understandable, of course. I mean, he's... well... he's cute!

He has the eyes of an angel. They're breathtaking in their beauty, shimmering in a thousand shades of amethyst crystal. His soul lives in his eyes - and his beauty is all the more striking for it.

But it's not just his eyes. His whole being is incandescently beautiful, from the gorgeous scarlet-black and shining gold of his hair to the perfection of his porcelain-fair skin. He's slender and delicate, small and trim but utterly alluring.

His every word, every action, and every thought glitters with heavenly radience.

Yeah. I've got it bad. I still do, even after... oh look, here come the tears.

You know, his soul is the most beautiful thing of all. He's endlessly generous, warm and bright, shining with innocence and purity.

He's... perfect. Too perfect to be real. No mere mortal could be so blessed.

No one.

That must be it, that must be why.

No one is good enough for him.

All the angels and saints pale before him - so why should a mere human girl even try to catch his attention?

I thought I was the luckiest person in the world when I finally did. Yeah - way to set yourself up for a letdown, girl.

He's brilliant, you know - clever and quick, a genius at any game he undertakes, even if he doesn't pay much attention in school. I suppose even the most gifted of creatures have a weakness - and it's not out of ignorance. Why bother with such a mundane thing as schoolwork when you have a soul that shines the divine?

I'm just an ordinary girl. Normal home, divorced parents, irritating little brother. I'm just plain normal. Dammit, I'm the girl next door, that's who I am!

And him? Little Yugi? He's the King of Games. He's only sixteen, and twice he's beaten those who have invented those games. He's a duelist of international renown. And he's the sweetest, kindest, most gentle person on the planet.

I'm sixteen. I've won a few awards for my GPA. I'm too shy to really have very many friends. Well, you wouldn't know that, diary, but when I get up in large crowds of people, I choke. Not like him. Nothing like him.

I'm Rei Hanazaki. He's Yugi Moutu.

I was a fool to ever think that I had a chance. Slap a dunce cap on my head and send me to the corner.

Sometimes I watch him in class. He usually doesn't pay attention. Instead, he stares out the window, or down at his desk, usually with a hand resting on that weird necklace he wears all the time. Sometimes I've been a little bit frightened by the blankness on his face - it's like he isn't even there. But aren't geniuses supposed to be a bit eccentric? Right?

I should know about him by now - I've watched him daily during class for at least a month. But he's such an enigma that I really don't know where to begin. And for your information, diary, no, your owner has not become a stalker, thank you very much.

Well, actually, I did begin something a while ago - and I...

I never told you, did I? About what happened?

Maybe that's because it still hurts so much. I want to die every time I think of the solemnity that settled over his features, the softness of his voice as he tried to let me off gently. He tenderly ripped my heart out of my chest. That must be why I feel so empty.

Yep. I took it well, didn't I? Sorry about that - you're getting rather damp, aren't you?

The worst of it was that he didn't mean to hurt me. I know he didn't. I don't think he's even capable of intentionally hurting someone. His soul is far too gentle for that.

That's why I fell in love with him in the first place. Idiot!

And for three wonderful days, I actually thought I had a chance. Me! How stupid can you be?

It really seemed like heaven. After God only knew how long, I had decided to talk to him. It took me over a month to gather my courage - over a month!

I finally decided to speak with him one early Tuesday morning. I said hello when I passed him in the courtyard.

He glanced up, distracted, and looked rather surprised when his gaze finally settled upon me. But he smiled and waved, and continued on his way. I was left blushing and grinning to myself, alone in the courtyard. Hey, it was a start, right?

Strangely enough, he seemed tense and distracted all day, spacing out in class and not answering the teacher when she called his name. I didn't know what to make of it - our math class is enough to make anyone zone out, but he seemed jittery and uncertain, absently gnawing on his thumbnail or biting his lip - what in the world could he have been thinking of?

But I wasn't going to be deterred - if he needed cheering up, then by God, I was going to make this angel smile!

So I asked him if he wanted to eat lunch with me.

That was the happiest half-hour of my life. He said yes! He smiled at me! I blushed violently! ...yeah. Brilliant.

He's just... sweet and understanding, and he listens, not something you usually expect from a boy.

But he's not just a boy.

I went home that day with a huge grin plastered on my face.

And the next day, he was even more jumpy and tense, occasionally flushing when he was spoken to, chewing on his thumbnail with more distracted viciousness than he had the day before.

But he ate lunch with me just the same.

He's so friendly and cheerful, even if something big is going on in his personal life. I asked him why he was so tense, and he gave me a startled look, big violet eyes glimmering.

"I'm just worried about a friend. We're kind of... at an impasse right now, and I guess I'm kind of scared about how things will work out," he said softly, absently setting down his lunch things. "I don't want things to change, but I do, and I just don't know what's going to happen."

"Wow. Sounds like you care about this person a lot," I murmured in slightly jealous appreciation.

Yugi blushed. "More than anything in the world," he murmured, one hand dropping to caress the pendant around his neck.

For a long moment, I couldn't find my tongue. I mean, I knew where it was, stuck to the top of my very dry mouth, but... why am I explaining myself to you? Anyway, it almost sounded like... nah.

"Well, I hope you can work things out with whoever this mystery friend is!" I said cheerfully, trying to hide my sudden envy. Just because he cares about this person doesn't mean that it's another girl come to steal his attentions away.

Yeah. Right. And I'm Saint Theresa.

And the day after that, Yugi Muotu decided to break my heart. Must've made a great impression, huh? ...sorry about getting you all wet - my hankerchief's all wet too.

He ran into class just before the tardy bell, coming to a stumbling halt by his desk and collapsing into it with a heavy sigh. I waved at him as he darted past, but I don't think he saw me.

...funny, I think Ryou Bakura made that weird noise we've been teasing him about at around the same time.

He slept all the way through first hour. Old Mr. Taki has been legally blind for twenty years, so Yugi escaped detention by viture of Mr. Taki not realizing that he was there. After that, though, he stayed sort of awake, staring out the window with a silly little grin on his face.

But he reacted very oddly when I asked him if he wanted to eat with me.

In fact, Yugi stared at me with his pretty mouth open for about a minute while I blushed and fidgeted and wondered if I had something on my face. But finally he nodded, and we wandered off just as we had for the past two days.

Except he wasn't jittery at all. He was walking kind of stiffly, but other than that, he seemed fine. More than fine. There was something about him that I can't define - something hidden deep with in the mysterious shadows that crossed his face.

He was so beautiful it almost hurt to see him. I don't know why he suddenly seemed so alluring, but... he was just... so utterly beautiful.

So when we sat down to eat I asked him if he had figured out the last two problems in the math homework.

A faraway look settled across his face. "I didn't do it," he said softly, voice distant, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

A nasty feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. "Oh. Why not?"

The little smile deepened with some happy memory. "Had other things on my mind," Yugi replied, linking his fingers together and bashfully looking down at them.

"Like what?"

"Ya-" he hesitated, seemingly uncertain of his next words, "I mean, I've been thinking about us."

Us? Was there an us? Diary, I felt so euphoric in that moment I could have run through the streets naked, laughing at the top of my lungs. Of course, my happiness shattered with his next words.

"I don't think you should hang out with me any more."

Yep, that was when I realized I was doomed. The mere memory just made me give the most ugly-sounding sob you've ever head, diary.

"What? Why?" Well, what else could I say?

"Because..." he replied faintly, "Even though I like you very much, something inside me says that we need to be apart."

I felt sick. "But... what did I do?"

He shook his head, wild bangs flashing like molten gold in the sunlight, "No, it's not that! It's not you - I told you, part of me can't stand what you've been doing!"

All this he said while staring down at his hands, which had slowly drifted to rest on top of the necklace he never takes off. Isn't it wonderful, diary? Yugi Muotu likes a necklace more than me!

"What have I been doing?" I managed to spit out through a choked throat.

He gave an embarassed little laugh. "I'm sorry, really I am. But... well, you see... you touched me. You have no idea how bad an idea that is. He- I can't stand it, you understand, I can't stand it when strangers touch me."

My stomach plummeted to my knees. "Funny, I thought we weren't strangers."

Yugi seemed to cradle the necklace in his arms closely to his chest. "We aren't," he remarked gently, "But I can't see it that way. Trust me - this is for the best, I promise. You don't want to hang around someone like me. It's too dangerous for you."

Exquisite beauty or no, he was really getting me upset. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry. But I like you as much as I hate you. Please don't take it personally - you're a wonderful person, and I'm glad we had this time together. But..."

"It's someone else, isn't it?" I half-blurted, half-screamed, inwardly terrified.

His grip on his necklace tightened. The pyramid flashed oddly in the sunlight, but it was a moment before lifted his head to meet my gaze.

...his eyes.

They're so beautiful, always, but in that instant I could have sworn that they belonged to someone else entirely. Maybe it was the light, but for a moment I swear they were brilliantly red, the color of rubies in the sun.

And his demeanor... I sound crazy, but he seemed so different that... well... it almost seemed like Yugi wasn't Yugi at all, but a different person altogether.

And I got the feeling that whoever this Yugi was, he didn't like me very much.

I don't even remember what he said to me in that strange moment.

Maybe that's for the best.

All I can remember is running to the nurse's office and being violently sick.

That's all.

That's it.

It was me.

It was my fault.

Mine.

Am I so abhorrent? God, what did I do wrong? What did I do??

What...

I'm sorry, diary, but I can't write in you now.

Silly me, not bringing enough tissues to deal with my little breakdown.

Yeah. Right.

Silly me.

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AN: Right cheerful, that was. Bit of a change from the recent fluff.

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