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

talk to me

[[another long pause]]

not like this

I'm not going to wear a hula skirt just to make you feel good enough to talk

[a long pause]

how then?

can i come over?

sure

thanks

[[It's about 10 minutes before there's a knock on Leo's door.]]

[He opens the door after the third knock and winks Bakura inside. A lot has changed in Leo's room since his breakdown, one of it being that it was more cleaned up now.]

Hey. Come on in.

Sorry for intruding... [[said softly as he enters. There's a very tired, worn out look about him, but otherwise no real signs of anything wrong.]]

You're not when you're invited. [he les him on, gesturing for the couch.]

Want something to drink?

Water's fine [[says softly as he half drifts to the couch, sitting down a bit heavily.]]

[He nods and gets him some from the tap before sitting down next to him.]

So.. I don't know what to say. Losing a friend's always a fucked up feeling.

[[He nods, looking down at the cup of water in his hands]]

Even knowing that this sort of thing happens here.... I had hoped... [[he trails off]] I hate this feeling.... I hate that there's nothing I can ever do about it. [[he speaks with a very quiet intensity, fingers tightening around the glass.]]

[He makes an unhappy face since he knows this feeling just too well.]

It's hard but all we can do is keep on living despite it.

[[nods, expression miserable]] And hoping that it stops...

[[he's quiet a moment]]

I used to think I was cursed... when everything started happening back home.. every time I tried to make friends... I thought it had to be. That I must have done something horrible in a past life that meant no matter how hard I tried in this one, I'd always be left behind and alone. I though that finally ended with Yuugi-kun and everything... that dying to stop it all... it was enough. I don't want it to start happening again, Leo, I'm not strong enough to go through that hell again...

[Ouch! Damn, no wonder the kid got that damn clingy the first moment somebody was nice to him. If he kept losing every connection he had.. ]

What about your family? [Humans had families that were there for them, right? And what does he mean with 'hoping that dying would make it stop'-?]

[[a long pause]] Amane and Mother died when I was 6... [[said in a very very soft voice.]]

Oh. ...I'm sorry.

What about your father?

My father... he has his work. I haven't gotten to live with him since the 3rd time I had to move.

So he just left you alone?!

What else could he do...? With how often I had to move.... there was no way he could have stayed with me even if he wanted to.

[His face darkens.]

Bullshit! Why'd you have to move and he can stay where he is?

Because of work... [[said very softly]] Everytime I had to change schools... there was no way he could change where he was working every time...

And why did you have to change schools? [He's trying to get it, really. But right now he can't make either head nor tail of the logic that must've been used.]

Because all of my friends would fall into comas when I played games with them... [[And there was no way he could bear the silent accusations and social shunning that followed...]]

They fell into comas? [Yep, making less and less sense.]

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