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[#003 - Love] To Hear Hearts Speak
YGO - Anzu/Yuugi fic come to life
obabscribbler wrote in ygodrabble

Challenge Name and Number: [#002 - Love]
Drabble Title:  To Hear Hearts Speak
Word Count: 597
Warnings: Sappy (but c'mon, the challenge is love and these characters deserve a hapy ending).
Pairings: Yuugi/Anzu, plus minor Anzu/Atem and Jounouchi/Mai.
Summary: Prom is supposed to be the best night of your life.

 

Prom is supposed to be the best night of your life. You’ve been planning yours since you saw Pretty in Pink when you were ten. You didn’t realise the 80s were so over and wanted to be Molly Ringwald until you watched Ten Things I Hate About You and wanted to be a Stratford sister instead.

 

You make it a theme whenever it’s your turn to pick during Friday Movie Night. In the weeks before prom you rent Never Been Kissed, She’s All That and even Napoleon Dynamite, ignoring all protests. You love how people stick up for each other in these movies, ensuring the night is special, and how ugly girls become princesses during the slow dance. You get caught up in the grandeur, join the planning committee and have an entire ring-binder devoted to just decorations.

 

Two Fridays before, it’s Jounouchi’s turn to pick. He chooses Carrie. You’ve never seen it and don’t realise what he’s up to until too late. You don’t forgive him afterwards.

 

You make him go dress shopping as penance. You wish you had a proper female friend to go with, but that makes you think of Mai, which is depressing because you still don’t know where she is. Jounouchi looks so dejected as the day wears on, you almost ask him to be your date. Thankfully, you stop yourself in time. Knowing you’d asked out of pity would hurt even more than being unable to ask the girl he really wants. You grasp Carrie wasn’t just petty revenge against you, and buy him a sundae, ostensibly for carrying your bags. His expression says he knows it’s more than that.

 

Yuugi asks you, as you kind of knew he would. You manage to act cool, you think. You don’t let your disappointment show, at least. It’s okay he’s not the pharaoh. You’re not making do just because they look alike. You tell yourself you’re happy, smiling like you do in dance shows, when the back of the auditorium needs to see it, but part of you wonders whether Yuugi will have to stand on a box for the photograph.

 

Prom night itself is chilly. You’re glad you opted for a shawl to complement your dress – purple silk that shows off your dancer’s body, clinging to your curves like a European sports car. You feel elegant and adult wearing it. Tutus are great onstage, but offstage you do feel like a duck that sat on a pie crust. Yuugi boggles when he sees, but Yuugi would think you look good in a garbage bag. A full garbage bag.

 

Honda and Jounouchi wave from the car. They’ve decided to go stag, which is probably best. They couldn’t afford a limo, but Otogi sent one anyway, with the message that just because he’s overseas and can’t attend doesn’t mean you guys shouldn’t have a rip-roaring good time. Honda questions whether anyone can say ‘rip-roaring good time’ without sounding camper than a field of tents. Both he and Jounouchi decide no.

 

Surprisingly, they’re grabbed for dances the moment they arrive. You barely see them again all evening. They don’t even have time to spike the punch. Your carefully chosen Punchbowl Guards remain at their posts and nod as you go past. Everything looks wonderful, like you planned. Even the balloons are extra shiny.

 

Bakura wades his way through the buffet table while his six dates argue who has legitimacy, since he never actually agreed to any invitation and they all just assumed they were his one and only. You suppress a laugh and soak up the atmosphere. It’s just as you imagined, if not quite as magical. A traitorous part of you wonders whether the pharaoh would have said yes if you’d asked him. That would have made this truly perfect.

 

Then you catch sight of a girl on her own on the fringe of the crowd. Everyone around her points and sniggers behind their hands, the way you shouldn’t at prom. Your hackles rise. You’ve crossed the first few feet to do battle on her behalf when someone overtakes you. You startle when you realise who it is.

 

Yuugi seems even shorter next to her than with you, which is ridiculous since she’s sitting and he’s standing. He holds out his hand regardless. She hesitates, but not for long. Everyone knows Yuugi. Everyone knows he wouldn’t be spiteful or cruel. He pushes her wheelchair onto the dance-floor and spins her around to Footloose. She laughs, throwing back her head until her chignon unfastens.

 

You watch, and something also unfastens inside you. You have the sudden sensation of looking at a boy you’ve known for years but seeing someone different – like when you first looked at him but saw the pharaoh. Only this time you’re looking at Yuugi and really seeing Yuugi. The prom still glitters. You’re still wearing the perfect dress. Yet suddenly the pageantry is immaterial.

 

Yuugi isn’t the pharaoh. He isn’t stylish or suave. His tux swamps him. When he dances, he looks like he just had a run in with a power line. And he does need a box for the photo.

 

But he asked you, and you do feel like a princess when the slow music starts and you cross the floor.

 

“Hey, Yuugi, may I have this dance?”

 

His smile lights up the room more than your perfectly chosen glitter ball. “Sure, Anzu. I’d love to dance with you.”




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Aww, it sure is nice to see those crazy kids find their happy ending, even if it wasn't quite what they were expecting all along. And its definitely interesting to read in this second-person, all things considered.

Second person is fun once in a while. ;) And yes, happy endings for those deserve them.

Aw, Yugi, you complete and utter sweetheart!


And I love how you wove other characters in there too, even sparing a thought for Mai. Oh, Bakura. I can totally see him accidentally finding himself in the middle of a squabble like that.

And being totally oblivious of it if there's food around. Ah, Bakura, you ignorant heartthrob, you.

Slightly late comment- I've been fuzzy headed this week and am trying to remember which entries I sincerely meant to reply to and then forgot about ^^;

I personally find it a bit strange, hearing so many...I don't know, Americanisms (?), in a Yuugiou fic, but you do make it work, and I love how you gave so many details with the whole group, not just Anzu and Yuugi. Poor Ryou, he would have so many dates! And Yuugi...aww. That's just so sweet and like him. Go Anzu! (Atemu is rooting for you two from the afterlife)!

And I'm impressed by how you utilized second person- I always think of it as the most awkward of the prose styles, but it worked very well for this piece!

I personally find it a bit strange, hearing so many...I don't know, Americanisms (?), in a Yuugiou fic

The total irony being that I'm actually a Brit, myself. ;)

Thanks! Second person is a fun experiment once in a while. You should try it sometime. I bet you could make it work even better than me.

If you don't mind my asking, why do you write with the style you do? Just curious!

I wouldn't say I could do it better! And hmm, I'll need to mull over it for a while. My writing is based around completely shutting off my own viewpoint and considering things from the view and voice of the character I'm writing. I don't know if I could get the necessary distance for second person ^^;

If you don't mind my asking, why do you write with the style you do?

I'm ... not sure what you're asking here. Sorry.

Ack, was that bad wording? I'm just curious about your writing style ^^;

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