Half of another

Half of another

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And I want to thank Miau, because she looked at it ^^ * knuiddel *
At the end, tell me if you're still alive, kaay? * gg *

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Game of life
Half of another
Little hands worked sensitively but emphatically on the puzzle cube, the large purple eyes never turned away from their task.
The white hospital shirt was, as always, too big and he had rolled up his sleeves, as this was the only way he could see and use his hands. He was six years old and still the size of a toddler. It was demeaning, at least it seemed demeaning to a certain member of his family.
The young player smiled contentedly yet sadly as he completed the die and placed it on his bedside table with the others.He was the last one his grandfather had brought him and he certainly wouldn't come back to visit him and bring him new puzzles. At least not for the next three hours.
Yuugi sighed. A deep fear began to grow in his soul, without the puzzles and games that preoccupied him ... he was here alone. His mother and grandfather would come back and visit him, but they would leave him overnight, they had to.
It scared him to be here alone.
A fact he was trying to hide as it was a really stupid fear. Since he was born he had problems with his lungs and the hospital was more like a second home for him as he spent more time here than anywhere else. He knew all doctors and nurses by their first names and they were all very friendly to him and yet ...
It still scared him. Hospitals were a place of healing or death.If you stayed alive, you get well and you leave, you don't come back. But Yuugi always came back to where death waited.
It scared him that one day he would come here and not go again. That he would never see his parents or grandfather again.
He would never be able to complete a puzzle again. And that scared him more than anything, for reasons he didn't understand. But every time he was given a puzzle, he looked at it like he was looking for something. Something, a presence ... a presence he had felt before before his memory could remember it. Perhaps it was even the day he was born, since his grandfather had told him how he had died briefly. Perhaps this presence was that of death and he was looking for her again. But why did he long for this very presence? He didn't remember what he was, but that presence had been warm, protective.It couldn't have been death ...
A watery smile adorned the boy's features. It was not death he was looking for, even if it was perhaps the presence of death. No, with every puzzle he sought the presence of a friend. It was what he had felt so long ago, but never since then.
It was hard to make friends when you practically lived in a hospital. And when Yuugi wasn't there, he was annoyed rather than liked. It hurt even more than his breathing problems, because it hurt him deeply in his heart and, unlike his breathing problems, there were no machines to help him. So he got into puzzles.
But no matter how hard he tried, he had never felt a friend there. All he felt was contentment, a feeling of contentment that he couldn't find anywhere else, but it still wasn't what he was hoping for.
How much he wanted a friend.Yuugi tried to wipe away the emerging tears, but that only made the tube in his nose painfully noticeable.
He hated being stuck here, connected to a machine that was helping his underdeveloped lungs. He remembered how doctors always said that they didn't expect him to last long, that he was too small and frail. But he had proven to them that they had been wrong so far and now they said he had a chance. That one day his lungs would be healthy and he could run and breathe and be normal ...
No, he would never be normal. It was painfully obvious. But maybe, just maybe, one day he would be able to leave the hospital and be the strong person his father hoped to be.
His father. The thought of him hurt and pleased him at the same time. His father was always so busy, away, on business trips and hard at work.But he would come to see Yuugi when he left the hospital and yet ...
Yuugi wasn't stupid, he knew about the negative feelings people felt towards him because of his status and weakness. He would get tired quickly and his father's eyes would include that expression.
The expression of disappointment, of frustration, sometimes even anger ... because Yuugi wasn't the son he had hoped for. And he would never be the son he should.
He was interested in games, puzzles, and friendship, but his father wanted him to be a cool, self-determined, and confident businessman.
His father had never been happy with the name his grandfather had chosen for him, no matter what his mother told him. The name 'Spiel' was not a respectable business name and he had argued strongly against it. He said that if he was called Yuugi, he would not get his father's last name.But that had stopped neither his grandfather nor his mother from keeping his name and so his last name was Mutou, as was that of his mother and his grandfather. Yuugi didn't mind having that name, but it pained him so openly to be rejected by his own father.
"Mom, I'm okay, it just hurts a little.", Said a voice suddenly, it sounded as if it came from the hall in front of Yuugi's room. "Can I still go dancing?"
"For the last time, Anzu. Dancing is not good for you! Look at yourself, you hurt yourself, isn't that proof enough? You won't go there anymore; you will do other things. Got it?"
Yuugi heard someone sniffing softly, but no further protests were made. Yuugi felt for the stranger, knowing what it felt like to be unable to do things. At least he was able to live out his passion for games, even if he wasn't physically built."Now sit here while I go and talk to the doctor.", The mother's voice commanded and her steps faded. Yuugi heard the young girl "Anzu" sniffing again, this time a little louder and immediately he felt sorry for her again.
-I wish I could do something. - he thought, staring weakly at the machine to which he was connected. -But she would just laugh at me and call me weak ...-
Yuugi shook his head and was suddenly angry with himself. The girl was clearly sad and he should help her and not just sit here and listen to her cry. It didn't matter if she laughed; at least it would cheer her up ... he couldn't bear to see people hurt.
The little boy carefully but skillfully removed the tube from his nose and climbed off his bed, making sure he was breathing steadily and calmly, making it less likely that he would stop breathing altogether.As long as he stayed calm ...
Reluctantly, he opened the door that led to the hallway and stuck his head through the crack. The girl, Anzu, seemed his age, but unlike himself, she looked like that too. She kept her face hidden in her hands, she sobbed heartbreakingly. He noticed that one of her legs was bandaged: this was clearly visible because she was wearing a skirt.
"B-are you okay?" He asked softly, feeling his face flush with shame. He had never been very confident in talking to other people, especially those his age.
Anzu looked up in surprise, stared at his unusual features before smiling a little.
"I'll be fine," she said, her tears stopped flowing, which made Yuugi very relieved. "Thanks."
Yuugi blushed, not knowing what to say or do now. He was supposed to say something, but he didn't know what. Instead, he concentrated on his breathing, which was no longer that easy.He would have to go back to the machine soon.
"Are - you alright?" Anzu asked suddenly. “Your breathing is pretty funny.” Yuugi only smiled weakly, he didn't dare to open his mouth; he had to concentrate on breathing through his nose. It lasted longer this way. "Well, it's really nice of you to take care of me," she said while her cheeks turned slightly red too. That only made Yuugi blush even more. God, he had to look like an idiot. "I mean, I don't really have a boyfriend who would take care of me that much. They only like me because my parents are rich."
Yuugi just blinked at her stupidly. This girl didn't have any real friends? It didn't seem right, she was so nice and normal and pretty, she shouldn't be as lonely as he was.
"I could be your friend," he blurted out without thinking. But he didn't regret it, even if she refused.He had found someone who knew what it felt like to be alone, to have a parent who expected you to be someone you didn't want to be.
"That's nice of you, but ..." she started and frowned a little. "How old are you?"
Yuugi blushed again, feeling slightly hurt. No matter how many times he was asked this, it still hurt when people had to ask his age.
"I'm six, you just can't tell," he said softly, hanging his head so far that his blond curls covered his eyes. He didn't want to start crying. This was always when people started teasing and laughing at him. "II am just shorter because I was born so early."
Anzu nodded, got up slowly, and hobbled painfully over, placing a comforting hand on his narrow shoulder. This contact made him jump up in surprise. Nobody had touched him before, at least nobody but his family."It's okay. You are who you are and you should be happy about it."
Her words confused him. Should he be happy that he was so weak? What a strange sight. It sounded more like something Grandpa would say, but he would always praise Yuugi's obvious talent for play as his strength.
"Friends have to accept each other for who they are and not like other people want them to be," Anzu continued with a smile. "And I think you understand because you know what it means to be lonely as much as I do."
Yuugi looked up at her sensibly, saw that she too had unshed tears in her