Hoppípolla

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Summary:: The childhood friendship, lost over one stupid fight. (short little one shot.)

Disclaimer:: I don’t own YGO T-T

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They were only nine…

It was summer, school had let out for the vacation everyone always looked forward to.

Always, two boys could be seen at the playground..

The two were inseparable…

But that day had something else in mind…

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“Hey, Seto! Look at this!”

Seto turned to face his younger friend, Katsuya Jounouchi, who was smiling his warm smiled that could melt the coldest of hearts. He quickly saw what his friend was holding.

“What…is it…?”

He peered at the object nestled within Jou’s hands. It looked like a rock… with google eyes…?

“Uhm… again, what is it…?”

“It’s a kitten.” Joey chirped. Seto blinked at him.

“That’s uh… Jou-kun, that’s a rock.”

“But… no, see Seto. It has ears and whiskers…” Jou cast his glance to the side and spoke meekly, “I uh… made it for your birthday.”

Seto suddenly remembered what today was. He had forgotten his own birthday.

“I couldn’t afford anything… and otoosan…” Jou trailed off before he said anything else. Jounouchi’s family was in the middle of an ugly divorce, something that required a bit of money.

“Jou-kun, thank you.” Seto took the koneko ishi from the other’s hands.

“SetoI’mleaving…” The words were so abrupt and rushed that Seto had to ask him to repeat it.

“I said I’m leaving… otoosan is making me go with him…”

“You’ll just more to a different distract…” Seto’s face visibly fell as Jou shook his head.

“Ie, he says that we’re going to America… that he wants to forget everything here in Hiroshima…” Jou wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

“And you pick today to tell me??” Seto’s voice was shaky, but with anger. Jou cringed back form him slightly.

“He just told me yesterday… and I was afraid that it would hurt your feelings.”

Seto gripped the koneko ishi tightly; the tightness caused one of its eye to slip off.

“Seto…”

“Please, just go.” Seto hid his face behind his long bangs. He didn’t want Jou to see him cry.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Just go, Jounouchi.”

Jou’s eyes widened slightly, Seto had never called him by his full name before. He suddenly felt seized by rage.

“What, do you hate me now or something’?”

“What…” Seto glanced at him with tear rimmed eyes, “No, I could never--”

“Whatever. Look, just leave me alone. I hope I never see you again.”

Jou stormed off.

Seto did not go after him, he looked at the now mutilated koneko ishi and slipped it into his pocket.

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Eight Years later…

“What’re you looking’ at, rich boy?” Jou said acidly.

“Just a dumb mutt.” Seto would retort back.

“Pfft. Whatever.”

And they would go their separate ways.

Because Jou was convinced that Seto hated him,

And Seto was too proud to go after him.

And neither never knew what the other one felt.

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Hoppípolla

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(Izzy/note:: Hoppípolla is Icelandic for “jumping puddles”.)

I hope you enjoyed it.