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Story Title: Awkward All Over Again
Rating: K
Genre: Fluff/Family
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh DM
Pairing(s): Established Yuugi/Anzu
Character(s): Anzu Mazaki, OCs (Eiri Motou & Ruka Motou)
Summary: As she comforts her son, Anzu has a case of déjà vu.
Notes: Written for a meme I posted on LJ asking people to give me a pairing and I’d drabble about that pairing’s offspring. pandir gave me Yuugi/Anzu. Set many years post-canon with established Yuugi/Anzu. Honestly I think my least favourite part of writing fics like this is naming the kids, I’m no good with that sort of thing.
He was an awkward boy and Anzu knew that. Awkwardly tall in a gangly sort of way, awkward when in a crowd, not knowing what to say, and awkward in that he couldn’t admit to himself that he needed a hug from his mother.
By this point Anzu was the expert of dealing with awkward people, her son not being a patch on his father in that regard. She pulled Eiri onto her lap and hugged him, shushing soothingly into his ear. For a moment he went ridged and again looked awkward, and then he settled into her hug, still trying not to sob.
“What’s happened?” she asked, when she thought he was calm enough.
“Nothing,” he said instantly.
“People don’t cry for nothing, kiddo,” argued Anzu.
“I don’t want to talk about it…” assured Eiri.
The door slammed open on that note and with it brought a tiny figure with a mess of brown hair and her hands firmly on her hips. She looked almost comical, Anzu mused.
“What have they been doing to you this time?” she demanded to Eiri.
“Nothing!” he insisted, firmer this time than he had been with Anzu.
“Well you’re a liar and it doesn’t matter because I already found out what those guys have said and sorted them out for you,” the little girl shot, glaring.
“I hope you ‘sorted them out’ with words, Ruka,” Anzu cut in, calmly but threateningly.
The small girl hesitated but stammered, “O-of course, mum…”
“Now, can one of you please tell me what’s been going on?” Anzu questioned.
Being the word of authority, Ruka replied, “No offense or anything, but it’s kind of embarrassing for Eiri if his mum sorts out bullies for him.”
“It’s more embarrassing when my little sister does it!” Eiri protested, standing up from where he had been sat in his mother’s lap.
“Someone has to do it or you’ll just be beaten up all your life,” said Ruka, “Now will you get over yourself and come practise duelling with me?”
“Okay…”
The boy looked up to Anzu for an excuse to get out of it, but when she didn’t provide one he trailed after his sister, who had already made her way out of the living room. They were a funny pair; you wouldn’t believe that there were only two years between them judging from their height.
At the door, Eiri turned back to his mother, muttering, “Mum, do you think I’ll ever make more friends?”
Anzu smiled. He was his father’s son all over.
“One day you’ll have more friends then you know what to do with,” she promised, “But in the meantime, humour your sister. She means well.” Even if she is a bit of a mother hen, Anzu added in her own mind.
“Will do. Now excuse me while I go get defeated by her assailant cards again,” he sighed, trudging from the room.
They could be difficult kids at times, Anzu knew that, but she’d been there before so much that she could almost predict the sorts of things that would happen to them, even if she’d never tell them that.
Quietly, however, she hoped that neither of them ever came home with any magical artefacts or ancient cults wanting them dead.
Rating: K
Genre: Fluff/Family
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh DM
Pairing(s): Established Yuugi/Anzu
Character(s): Anzu Mazaki, OCs (Eiri Motou & Ruka Motou)
Summary: As she comforts her son, Anzu has a case of déjà vu.
Notes: Written for a meme I posted on LJ asking people to give me a pairing and I’d drabble about that pairing’s offspring. pandir gave me Yuugi/Anzu. Set many years post-canon with established Yuugi/Anzu. Honestly I think my least favourite part of writing fics like this is naming the kids, I’m no good with that sort of thing.
He was an awkward boy and Anzu knew that. Awkwardly tall in a gangly sort of way, awkward when in a crowd, not knowing what to say, and awkward in that he couldn’t admit to himself that he needed a hug from his mother.
By this point Anzu was the expert of dealing with awkward people, her son not being a patch on his father in that regard. She pulled Eiri onto her lap and hugged him, shushing soothingly into his ear. For a moment he went ridged and again looked awkward, and then he settled into her hug, still trying not to sob.
“What’s happened?” she asked, when she thought he was calm enough.
“Nothing,” he said instantly.
“People don’t cry for nothing, kiddo,” argued Anzu.
“I don’t want to talk about it…” assured Eiri.
The door slammed open on that note and with it brought a tiny figure with a mess of brown hair and her hands firmly on her hips. She looked almost comical, Anzu mused.
“What have they been doing to you this time?” she demanded to Eiri.
“Nothing!” he insisted, firmer this time than he had been with Anzu.
“Well you’re a liar and it doesn’t matter because I already found out what those guys have said and sorted them out for you,” the little girl shot, glaring.
“I hope you ‘sorted them out’ with words, Ruka,” Anzu cut in, calmly but threateningly.
The small girl hesitated but stammered, “O-of course, mum…”
“Now, can one of you please tell me what’s been going on?” Anzu questioned.
Being the word of authority, Ruka replied, “No offense or anything, but it’s kind of embarrassing for Eiri if his mum sorts out bullies for him.”
“It’s more embarrassing when my little sister does it!” Eiri protested, standing up from where he had been sat in his mother’s lap.
“Someone has to do it or you’ll just be beaten up all your life,” said Ruka, “Now will you get over yourself and come practise duelling with me?”
“Okay…”
The boy looked up to Anzu for an excuse to get out of it, but when she didn’t provide one he trailed after his sister, who had already made her way out of the living room. They were a funny pair; you wouldn’t believe that there were only two years between them judging from their height.
At the door, Eiri turned back to his mother, muttering, “Mum, do you think I’ll ever make more friends?”
Anzu smiled. He was his father’s son all over.
“One day you’ll have more friends then you know what to do with,” she promised, “But in the meantime, humour your sister. She means well.” Even if she is a bit of a mother hen, Anzu added in her own mind.
“Will do. Now excuse me while I go get defeated by her assailant cards again,” he sighed, trudging from the room.
They could be difficult kids at times, Anzu knew that, but she’d been there before so much that she could almost predict the sorts of things that would happen to them, even if she’d never tell them that.
Quietly, however, she hoped that neither of them ever came home with any magical artefacts or ancient cults wanting them dead.