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

[shiromadoushi]

[[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.]]

Comments

Video

[draculabackwards]

You can't what, Bakura?

[thehonking]

say it, motherfucker.

[video]

[starfruitfrog]

....Bakura-dono?

[Audio] [Private]

[dead_black_eyes]

You're not better after sleeping?

action

[feelsgoodinyou]

Bakura knew that something was wrong the moment his host entered his apartment. The spirit had suspected that something might be up with the boy when Ryou had chosen to ask him out of all people to look after his pets when he had went out. Him, who Ryou decidedly trusted the least to have nurturing qualities towards anything!

So he had chosen to be silently present in the apartment at the time Ryou had been supposed to return rather than to avoid the insufferable confrontation spiel between the two of them.



A while after Ryou had sent his message a shadow appeared in the door to his bedroom and padded towards him with silent feet. Ulthar gave him a confused look as she carefully got closer to her human. Pelor and Bakura remained outside the door (as well as out of sight) for now.

[text | private]

[00110010_00110011]

br
are you ok?

[Text/Private]

[mieru_mienai]

Bakura-kun? What's up?

voice;

[itaidakimasu]

Can't what? Are you okay, Ryou-kun?

[Private - Video]

[ninjainviolet]

[Sheena barely has the video going before she speaks.]

--ou? Ryou, what's wrong? What can't you do?

[ text; ]

[nolicenseyet]

Is everything all right?

Text

[wearspurpleclothes]

You... can't?

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[timelessummoner]

Bakura-san, are you alright?

[video | private] better late than never, right?

[helpstroubled]

[ Audrey appears, looking very plainly concerned. Maybe bordering on freaked out. ]

Ryou? Where are you?

[ Yeah, totally skipping the other usual questions popping into her head, because he definitely doesn't look all right, and finding out what happened can wait. ]

[video|private|I'll go on hiatus but can't see this w/o a tag...]]

[anpan_tan]

Ryou-kun...?

[video]

[tauborn]

[This fact that this kind of message isn't at all like Bakura gets his attention immediately. Something's up. It looks like it's a rough week for everyone he knows.]

Ryou, what's going on? You're back from your trip, right?