I
woke up, knowing the dream wasn’t mine. I didn’t know whose dream it was, but
it wasn’t me.
Well
I didn’t think it was, kind of a strange dream for me, most of mine involved
water, rain or grassy places. The wind, maybe, the wind could be me, but...
Strange
dream. I wondered what it meant.
I
really wanted to talk to the Spirit.
I
had expected him to come out yesterday, and I felt a bit disheartened that he
hadn’t.
Jonouchi
fell into step beside me, I glanced over, and tilted my head as I looked him
over. “Jonouchi?”
“Huh?”
He looked up from his zombie impression.
I
poked him. “How late did you stay out last night?”
He
groaned.
I
rolled my eyes, “You could always crash at mine.”
We
reached the school before Jonouchi managed to put together a coherent sentence,
Yugi met us at the gates looking slightly worried.
I mussed
up his hair, and almost absentmindedly tapped the puzzle. “Good Morning.” Missed you.
I
faded back to let Honda start his lessons, and spent most of the week trying
not to sulk.
Until
I saw the news.
I
paled. Damn it. The Spirit had killed.
If I
had been there, would he had done it? If I had stayed, waited with him, would
that man still be alive?
I
withdrew further.
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