Secrets from Friends

[madimpossibledreamer]

I'm not mentioning how exactly the Orichalcos arc went in this timeline.  Obviously, Anzu was not present, so it didn't quite go the same.  You can think of it otherwise relatively close to canon, or like either of the alternatives I've presented in other fic, or something else of Reader's choosing.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Yugioh Reunion!Verse
Chapter Summary: Anzu notices that Yugi doesn't seem inclined to share some things, and it's breaking her heart.
Word Count: 320
Rating: teen, maybe a little angst

            “Hey, how’s this necklace look?” she asks, turning as she holds it up, and…
            And Yugi doesn’t have that sweet look on his face anymore.  He’s practically glaring at the necklace.  “Yugi?”
            He shakes himself and comes out of wherever he was.  “I, um.  Green isn’t your color.”  He’s a little frustrated, angry with himself, and it’s like he’s out of reach, reacting to something that he’ll never tell her about.
            She tries not to let the tears welling up in her heart show.  It’s clear he still cares about her, even after all these years, but he’s not willing to let her in and actually talk about everything.  She’s not going to be let into his life, not soon.  “Maybe you should go.”
            “A-Anzu?”  He looks like he’s breaking. 
            She’s not ready to have this conversation.  “You’re not having fun, so I’m not either.”
            “Th-that’s not true!”  His fists are clenched at his sides.  “I always enjoy spending time with you!  It’s not like I love shopping, unless it’s games or something, but being with my friends is always fun!”
            She shakes her head.  She can’t cry, not now.  “I’m sorry, Yugi.  We will talk about this, but not yet.”  And she walks away.
            It’s almost physically painful to take those steps, because she can feel the waves of hurt coming off of that gentle soul, and the thought that she was the one who was causing that is almost unbearable, but it’s not something that’s easy to fix, and pretending that it doesn’t wound is slowly breaking her heart, piece by piece.
            He doesn’t yell after her, doesn’t come after her, and she’s not sure what it means, what she wants it to mean.  Part of her wants him to be a jerk, so she can hate him, but the rest of her knows that he’s not intentionally hurting her.  It’s a sucky situation, and life isn’t fair.