The Shape Of My Heart

I’d never seen him that vasted




Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh is mine! MINE! Muwahahaha! … Why do I keep kidding myself?
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THANK YOU SO MUCH! *huggs all her reviewers*

(Actually, she would never do that, she’s too shy! I have to
know, she’s my sister. ._.
*g
*glares at her cheeky sister* Anyway, I would have never
dared to dream about such acknowledgement. That is so incredible! You people
rock my world! I almost cried when I read through all the reviews!

(That’s just like her, she’s so pathetic!)

*I am. And I don’t care!*

I was so happy, thank you.

 




 

 

 




 

Chapter Two: Questions

 

 

I’d never seen him that devastated. He would always tell me
if there was something wrong, anything. He even backed away from me. That
scared me to no end. He’d never done that before. More like the contrary. I was
not sure whether I could take seeing him like that again.

 

 

I slowly walked down the stairs and into the neglected shop.
I didn’t even lock the door when I heard him crying. Sugoroku would have my
head would he ever get to know that. Lucky me, nothing was missing.

 

I sat down on a stool elbows resting on the counter and head
on my palms. I looked out of the large displaywindow staring at the pools of
water on strestreet and watching the large drops of rain running down the
glassdoor, thoughts of the upset, little angel upstairs never leaving me.

 

 

I decided that there was no use in keeping the shop open any
longer as even the usually great traffic was reduced to a few stray cars. I
flipped the sign on the door from “We’re open! Come on in already!” to “Sorry
we’re closed”. I locked the door and closed the rolling shutter. Turning
off the light I walked through the door connecting the little game shop with
the living area of the house. It would soon be time for dinner and as no one
else was home to cook I started towards the kitchen. After I put some water on
the stove I sat down at the kitchentable my thoughts inevitably wandering back to
the earlier events.

 

 

It nearly broke my heart to see him like that. If he’d only
known how I truly feel about him. It would have made things so much easier. But
things don’t happen on their own account. I would have had to tell him and
that’s exactly what I feared the most. I knew he likes me , that’s for sure,
but just differy. Ay. And I’d never think about hurting his feelings like
confessing something to him he didn’t want to hear and make him feel guilty
because he cares about me too much. That would be so stupid and unmindful. My
mother would scream in her afterlife.

 

 

I was jerked out of my thoughts when the boiling water hit
the hot stove and made a sizzling sound. I mentally cursed myself for not
paying better attention. And to make things worse the telephone chose that
moment to ring and I cursed even more. I turned off the stove and ran out in
the hallway to pick up the phone but nearly collided with another person. There
could only be one other person in this house and that would mean he was out of
his room. Our room to be precise.

 

 

He held the phone over to me, all the time looking at the
floor.

 

 

“It’s Anzu,” he said, his voice betraying his rather cool
demeanor.

 

 

I cast him an questioning look but he just shoved the
cordless phone into my hands and descended into the kitchen.

 

 

“Hello?” I said, turning around to see what he was doing.

 

 

~It’s me again. I just wanted to know whether I could come
over for a while. If you cannot come then maybe we could hang out in the shop
together for a while. And don’t you dare tell me you have no time, Yami. You
know what this can cost you. You started treating me really unfriendly lately.
Think about your next word
&
 

 

I swallowed hard when I realized what her words meant. I
hate her and she knew it. But there was nothing I could do about it anyway. I
sighed and answered in a low voice:

 

 

“Listen, Anzu. I told you before that today is really bad as
much as I’d appreciate it to have you over.”

 

 

I tried all the time to keep a friendly tone to please her
and not let the sarcasm sink in. I turned around facing away from Yugi again so
he doesn’t hear me, lowering my voice a bit more when I continued.

 

 

“You see, I don’t think it is a good idea to come over. You
could catch a cold or something in that weather outside and that would mean our
date on Saturday would be ruined. And you don’t want thathapphappen, do you?”

 

 

That was the best excuse I could think of at the moment and
she seemed to be thinking about it. She just grunted a “you’re right” and “see
you then” and hung up. I sighed again and put the phone back to the cradle.

 

 

Just as I wanted to enter the kitchen Yugi rushed by me and
up the stairs again. I just didn’t get the reason for his behaviour, but it
worried me a lot. It really broke me to see him like that and hearing him
throwing up in the bathroom didn’t make it any better.

 

 

I slightly knocked on the bathroom door, not wanting to
startle him.

 

 

“Are you all right?” I asked softly.

 

I didn’t expect him to open the door and not to answer
either in his current state. So I jumped a bit when I heared his quiet voice,
even more silenced by the door.

 

 

“Everything’s fine,” he answered, his voice rugged.

 

 

This small statement confirmed my assumptions that he was
definitely not fine, but there was nothing I could do if he didn’t want me to help him, though I wanted
to. I sighed for the hundredth time that day, shaking my head in disbelieve.
What could possibly have made him so upset? It was an enigma I wasn’t able to
figure out. Yugi’s mind just seemed like an incredibly big maze with
unbelievingly high walls and there was no way I could see to get to the center,
lost somewhere on the way. If he would just light me the way to his heart.