Mika

もえじゃないも

Female
Seen February 11th, 2013
Posted June 11th, 2011
1,034 posts
17.5 Years
[a/n: one shot YGO fanfic. pg-13 for swearing of the mild variety.]

Unfair


"Coffee?" A mug, thrust towards her, from a hand that belonged to him.

"..." Her eyes were skeptical, her eyebrow crooked at him at an angle, glasses falling down her nose, "...It's nearly midnight."

"Indeed." he smiled, sitting down almost too close for comfort before handing it out again, "Coffee?"

"..." She swipes the mug, curling a leg up under neath herself, the other dangling over the edge of the mountain ridge, over the black water below. Without thinking, she takes a swig and nearly spits it back out, yelping in protest from the heat. Her arm, covered in nothing from the elbow down despite the chilly temperatures, drags across her face to wipe the burn away. "Good Rah, are you trying to murder me here?" She spats, face turning red.

"Good warming liquids are hot, not cold." He reaches out, patting the blonde mop of hair, "Silly child."

"...Hn." She takes another swig, grumbling, getting even redder with each passing head pet. She flails, attempting to knock off the arm, "C-cut it out." She mumbles, flailing still with the arm not holding the mug.

"Aww but the pink of your cheeks matches the blue of your eyes~"

"...Ass."

"I prefer pretentious ass if you're going to start slinging such vulgarities"

Silence, echoes, birds chirping, waves meeting rock, foam meeting mud.

"..." She stares from the mug, now wrapped in both hands, to him and back again, lips parting and shutting, sounds unable to pass.

"...yes?" He smiles, a knowing smile, another teasing pet, "Is there something you want to say?" As she flails once more, he simply increases the pets, "Now now, no need to get all upset, just spit it out already. Spazz child."

"...H-hn..." Giving up on fighting and flailing and settling for the best dark look she can give, no point really, he always wins.

"Now that's a good child." The pets increasing, the ton still teasingly sane. "Now what's bothering you so much you won't talk to me?"

"...It's redundant."

"And this has stopped you before?"

"No I mean really redundant."

"My point still stands."

"...Are you sure you're not a terrorist?"

"They're terrified of me child."

"...Oh yeah. I forgot."

"Now, you were saying?"

"I was?"

"Yes, you were."

"...I lost."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...that's what this is about?" A frantic nod, a skuttle into a ball. A sigh from him, an arm around her. "...Jeez..." A squeak, a squawk, a flail but the shoulder prevails, and the flails turn to whimpers.

"...I lost a duel once myself. Did something similar to you, wasn't paying attention and flipped the wrong card. Can't call redo in the championships. It bit me in the face as well as other unpleasant places."

"...really?"

"I am unable to lie, don't make me speak in red."

"...but I should've-"

"You can win all the championships you like but if you don't ever lose you don't ever learn and you don't ever grow. Beating yourself up and analyzing every last move you did wrong won't make your match come back. It's over and done. Learn from it and leave it behind."