soul_campaign | The 15th Roll: May 2nd, Evening. [Text]

[[It was like being in a fog. Half asleep, but his feet kept moving one in front of the other, the grip on his suitcase so tight that his knuckles were white. Silent, not even seeming to realize that anyone else was passing by, even if they waved or said hello, he just kept walking.

One foot in front of the other. Move forward. Get where you need to go. The key in the lock. The turn of the handle, ignore the stairs, take the elevator. His hand hurt. Both his hands hurt. Even the grip he had on his apartment key was too tight, like everything else.

First floor. Second Floor. Third...

Across the hall, vision so narrow as to only see the nameplate at his door. One name. His name. His last name. He paused for just a moment, fingers trembling as he reached up. In a swift motion, the carefully lettered paper was ripped free, leaving an empty space behind; glaring metal reflecting the light of the hallway above. The paper crumpled easily in his fist before he let it fall.

Unlock the door. Push it open. Let go of the suitcase. Untie sneakers. Not even looking up at the sound from inside the apartment. Not even acknowledging the person inside. Sneakers off. Door locked. Grab the suitcase. Walk to the bedroom. Let the suitcase fall.

For a moment, everything was still. What now?

His breath seemed too loud. Shaking. Echoing. Without any focus, he couldn't see. He needed to know what to do next.

A shower. Take a shower. He could do that.

He turned, emptying his pockets of his keys and wallet and leaving them on his dresser. His fingers paused, however, when they brushed against the mirror in his other pocket before tightening around it painfully.

He should let someone know. He should... should...

His breath caught as his hands trembled. What could he do? He'd done everything he could. Everything he had been expected to do. To what end...?

Slowly, he sank to the floor, vision blurring as something within him broke. Fingers shaking uncontrollably, he fumbled with his communicator. Just a short message. Something to let them know that Ryuzaki was in danger again and didn't care. Something...

Focus. Just this last thing... It took several tries before he got the right screen. It took even more to get the right letters.]]

i cant

[[His finger slips and hits the send button, the words vanishing onto the network, incomplete and useless. No. No, he didn't mean to send that. He had to fix it. He couldn't.... couldn't...

Instead of trying to correct his mistake, he simply stares at the screen as if somehow by doing that, it would fix the words into what he had meant to say. Even if he wasn't even sure what that was any more.]]

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Yuugi had some very unkind thoughts for the other Bakura in that moment--the snub was one thing and though it frustrated him he was accustomed to it. The way the spirit severed their resonance without any kind of warning, however, made Yuugi burn with anger.

He reached for Bakura's arm, trying to give Yako some assistance in supporting him. "Takuto-kun, is it okay if he stays with us tonight?"

Yako offered a slightly forced smile of greeting to her boyfriend, before huffing out an exasperated breath. "Trust withdrawn." With Yuugi taking on some of Ryou's weight she was able to slip her hand up beneath his hair, touching the back of his neck and concentrating on ripping out some of her own energy, refining it, and transferring it to him without either of them shifting forms. It took major effort, since Weapon-Weapon resonation was usually weaker to start with.

So, when she heard Yuugi's offer, her input was delayed and distracted. "N...not sure he's really in a state to get shuffled off, Yuugi-san." Not that she didn't understand the sentiment; worry for Ryou was simply at the forefront of her mind right now.

Bakura had kept his full attention on them as he watched his host slump forward. That much had been expect, just as much as it didn't surprise him that Yuugi would find something in it to blame him for. Had he known what exactly the smaller duelist was angry about and if he had cared enough about such a thing at that moment, he would have laughed and sneered in his face while he would have asked whether Yuugi and the Pharaoh also always announced every time out loud when they shared strategies or suddenly switched places in the middle of an ongoing match.

His voice sounded rough when he finally spoke, full of rage that was controlled by something that could tear at any moments notice. "Take him and get lost! I'll take care of the rest." The part that wasn't said yet clearly implicated was that they wouldn't want to be there when he got to 'work'.

Takuto nodded at Yuugi--of course Ryou was always welcome. And he had the feeling that leaving Ryou around Bakura right now wasn't the best idea. Something was obviously pissing off the former spirit... but maybe that was just how he reacted to Ryou being in trouble.

"You can stay with us as long as you'd like, Ryou," he said gently, hoping that his friend would take the offer. He understood Yako's worry, but at this point it might be more soothing to have Ryou someplace where he and Yuugi could watch over him while he recovered. "Maybe Yuugi can help you pack up your toothbrush and pajamas?"

It was a strange feeling, getting energy from Yako, almost like an electric tingle from a connection that wasn't quite right, but still functioned. He looked up, expression still utterly exhausted and now rather befuddled, but a little more together than he had been just a moment prior.

He glanced back at the Ring's Voice, expression unsure and off balance. Why was he so angry...? What had he done wrong? It was still too hard to make sense of anything..

He turned back to Takuto, blinking again before finally speaking. "...bag's already packed... just need new clothes..."

He hesitated a moment. "...Won't be a bother....?"

Yako wished that she had more to give him, but it had been long enough since her mission with Sasha that her energy level had leveled back out to its normal state. She rubbed gently at the back of his neck in silent apology, but having them both halfway drained wouldn't be the wisest course of action, considering the fact that the transfusion wasn't as smooth as she hoped it would be.

Her eyes shifted back to Bakura, and he was probably the only one who had a decent angle to read her face right now. She wanted to ask what was wrong, if he knew something she didn't and Ryou wouldn't bring up, but she was well aware that whatever lay between them was far from strong or warm enough to justify her shoving her way into the heart of the issue.

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