soul_campaign | Seventh Roll: February 7th, Evening. [Text]

Or a Half who's lost his reason.

Eh? [[blink blink.]]

[He leans back and sighs.]

You saw me when I tried to pick that fight with Haru, right? It's like that.

[[blink blink]] With Haru-kun? I thought you only fought with Ryoki-kun?

[He grimaces. Aw shit, his memories of tat night were pretty scrambled but adding somebody to it who hadn't been there sure is no good sign.]

Uhm, yeah. I had that kill all thing before. I tried to off Haru and leave the city by force shortly after I arrived. 'Ended with me in the emergency ward.

Eh? [[blinks a few times, eyes wide]] Before I was here, you mean? [[thinking of the scars Leo had showed off now...]]

Mhmm.

[He pulls out a fresh cigarette and puts it in his mouth. Then he lights it, expression perfectly cool and devoid of any hints of what he might feel about it.]

I miscalculated and and ended up rammed against the pointy end of mister fail-red's scythe rather than bashing his head in against the asphalt like I'd planned. [He shrugs.] Shit like that happens.

[[where as this rather disturbs Bakura and almost unconsciously, he reaches out for Leo's hand]] You shouldn't be so light with your own life if you don't want to be painted as dead already... [[said a bit softly, despite his attempt to make a joke.]]

[He gives him a strange look as he instinctively pulls his hand back but stops before he can finish the movement.

He smiles.]

Ya know, there's a big difference between not caring if you die and not wanting somebody else to decide it for you. Taking the Candy has turned me into a dead man walking years ago, so I really don't care about it. As long as it's my call.

Candy...? [[You know that feeling you have, Leo, when Bakura backstories? Bakura's getting that now]]

Fire Candy. [He shrugs.] It's a drug that kills you by burning you inside out. First your tongue melts and then.. you've got a couple of minutes where the fire starts spreading and in the end - kaboom. No need for a coffin or an urn anymore since it's a pretty hefty explosion at the end.

[[Stares, eyes huge]] Wh-- why would you take something like that?!

[[asks the boy who wears a Ring that had been known in the paste to combust people in 3 seconds from the inside out.]]

[He grins tiredly and just shrugs his shoulders again. It's not easy to explain.]

Back when it first came out everybody thought that it was harmless. Just some new drug to get high and forget about the shit in your lives. Then the first ones started dyin'.

[He smirks and brushes his hair back as he leans back against the couch.] Once you take the stuff once you're set to burn, so who cares if you take it one time or ten? I kept taking it as long as it made me feel happy.

So it's like Russian Roulette now... [[says softly]] Only after the first shot, you can't put the gun down.

Yep. You're quick on the uptake. [He smiles, looking more amused by their grisly topic than bitter about what had happened to him.] Most people here just don't get it or don't want to.

[He stops and takes the cigarette out from his lips.]

Sure, it's fucked up and I won't say that I'm looking forward to it, but it's my death and my decisions that have led to it. They had no right taking that from me.

You wouldn't want to change it...? Even though a death like that doesn't... [[he hesitates a moment]] It doesn't save anyone... and it's something you were tricked into.

Not tricked. Nobody told me to take the drug or forced me to do it. I decided to put my life on the risk for a cheap kick and I'm standing up to that. [He waves his hand.] I think I told ya before, but us Halfs don't get exactly much rights to be deciding anything about what's goin' to happen with our lives.

[He returns the cigarette to his lips and sucks on it.]

This firework is my private way of telling them to go fuck themselves.

[It isn't really and he knows it; nobody would care how he died, they'd just see some material and a troublemaker gone. But it feels better to present it that way than to admit that it'd just be one more senseless death.]

[[He's quiet a long moment, clearly unhappy]]

I wish there were another way... [[says very softly]]

[He remains silent for a moment, only regarding Bakura with an unreadable look.]

[Then he laughs softly under his breath and reaches out to ruffle the other boy's hair.]

Same here, though that's already a lot of spilled milk that we're talking about here. They removed the poison from my blood here, remember? And I'm not planning on going back to drugs. They just ain't never held the things they promised to be to me.

[[ducks his head slightly at the ruffle, smiling warmly.]] So it can be different here, ne?

[He smiles indulgently. No, not really, but Bakura doesn't have to hear that since he probably knows.]

... You humans are really soft, you know that? No wonder people keep mistaking you for a kid if you say stuff like this.

[[a very soft laugh]] As a kid, you still have a chance of your dreams coming true, right?

I don't think ya should stop havin' a chance for that just because you've managed to survive up to a certain age. That'd be fuckin' sad. [He leans once again back.]

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