What Would You Do? YuseixOC

Chapter 23

A/N: All right! These are the last two chapters of the rewrite! The bulk of it will look the same but there are still a lot of changes! I've added almost a thousand extra words to this chapter alone. And I'll post at least one new chapter before I return to writing Black Beauty for a while. I hope to finish up season two or at least get into the meat of it before I come back to WWYD. Enjoy, my lovely little readers!

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Although Saiga had interrupted our amorous rendezvous, it would have needed to end soon regardless. He needs to dress and I will absolutely explode if I have to keep looking at his chiseled shirtless body. Yusei is downright drool-worthy.

"Sorry, I should let you get ready. I, uh, I don't know what came over me." I fiddle with the length of my sporty skirt, looking down and facing the doorway. He catches my wrist before I can run away.

"Pinoko. When things are settled, we should talk. I... This wasn't just a kiss to me." He isn't usually shy about eye contact, but his cheeks are as red as I've ever seen them when our gazes meet, his eyes bright and tender. "I really care about you."

I play with the hem more diligently, lowering my gaze with a blush of my own. It's hard to get the words out over the lump in my throat. "I also... care for you. I'll see you later!" Darting from the room, I'm sure to shut the door behind me.

Oh, my stars! What's gotten into me?

The organ in my chest beats against my ribcage, pulsing blood through my veins. My face is red with embarrassment.

A sigh leaves me when I push the front door closed, slumping into it heavily. With some space between us, the moment we had come rushing behind my closed eyelids.

Why did Saiga have to walk in right then? It's like he was biding his time just to be as annoying as possible. I crack open an eye to survey the yard while I'm approached by my good friends from Satellite.

"Pinoko! Is Yusei awake?"

"Is he okay?"

"When will he be out of bed?"

"Was he feeling better?"

The flurry of questions bombards me. I can't stop the warmth from spreading on my face when greeted with the worried looks of our friends. Here they were worried over him and we were busy snogging.

"He, uh. He'll be o-okay. He's, er... he's getting dressed right now." I don't dare to meet a single gaze that's trained on me.

"Okay." Still a kid himself, Rally doesn't yet have the tact of an adult. "Why are you acting so strange?"

"What? I'm not- I'm not being weird about anything! You're being weird!" There is nothing normal about the way I'm reacting and I know it. I finger the cuffs of my shirt, shifting my weight back and forth on my feet. There's a buzz hanging onto me tightly, tingles running through my chest. I haven't yet calmed down from the moment Yusei and I had shared.

"I'm sure Pinoko's nerves were shot just like the rest of us. Being strange is what she does best, anyway." Blitz cracks teasingly, laughing at his own joke.

"No, screaming is what she does best," Taka rebukes, a smile growing on his face at the amiable mood. "I was thinking Crow would never make it here if she was doing her typical act on his D-Wheel."

The relief of knowing that Yusei is all right seems to lend a looseness to their postures.

"That's because I was wracked with worry. How could I be focused on the speed when Yusei was-" I don't finish, blood and jagged metal streaming behind my eyes in the silence. "I'm sorry. You guys are just joking around. I just... I'm still catching up with reality." They smile a little softer. Nervin wraps his arm around my shoulders.