Kano: No, I have not contracted a fatal disease and died of brain
hemorrhaging. What's that? My eye is hanging out of my socket? Uh..that was
like that when I got here..
- I am Vertigo -
Yugi was staring at me- again.
I stared right back, just barely resisting the urge to growl at him.
I knew it wasn't something Bakura would have done. The boy was too mild- mannered to even try glaring at anyone, much less anyone he considered a friend. But I had never been one to back down from other people, and even now it was not something I wanted to start.
Eventually the spiky-haired youth turned back to his homework. Yugi and Bakura had been meeting at the Library every day for the past few weeks. I had allowed it, perhaps against my better judgment.
After all, it is always better to have a willing accomplice then an unwilling slave.
Now I was starting to think that that wasn't quite so true. If I had never allowed these meetings in the first place, I wouldn't be trapped here trying to decipher Geo-met-ry problems. I briefly toyed with the idea of setting the books on fire and killing whoever it was that assigned them to me in the first place, but Yugi interrupts my rapidly unfolding plans to murder Bakura's teacher.
' Bakura, I have to..you know. I'll be right back. '
I nod, smiling as I knew Bakura would have, watching Yugi as he wandered off to the bathroom to take those strange mind-altering pills of his.
When Yugi was younger, his parents died and he became very depressed. Even after he moved in with his Grandfather, Sogoroku, Yugi was withdrawn in school. The depression he fell into would explain his choice of clothing, and little more then a year ago he had tried to kill himself.
Funny that the same objects he would have used to end his life are now the only things keeping him sane.
That is why he is the way he is now - naïve and friendly to a fault.
I know this because Bakura knew this.
Bakura knew this because Yugi confided it to him.
I find it puzzling that Yugi would share his darkest secret with Bakura..I never thought they were that close. I guess that is just one more thing I never learned about him, that I am only learning now when the knowledge does me no good.
I shake my head, trying to break out of my inner monologue and refocus on 'my' homework.
It doesn't help that I never bothered to learn how to read Japanese, although Bakura, being the person he was, had offered to help me.
.The person he is. Not was. Is.
It is difficult not to think of him as dead, even though I can feel his faint presence deep inside the Sennen Ring.
But he needs to be there. To be safe.
I have to keep him safe from everything, and if that means he forgets things for a little while, that's all right.
He'll be back soon. He'll be back soon, and everything will be better after that.
It is suddenly very difficult to concentrate..to even breath. The air suddenly seems oppressive, and there is a familiar jolt that emanates from the Sennen Ring hidden beneath my sweater.
Familiar..this is the same feeling I get whenever - whenever I separate from Bakura.
The chair scrapes against the floor as I stand, earning me a rather nasty look from the nearest librarian. I make a short mental note to rip her tongue out at some later date, but the jolt hits me again, and I feel like I'am being pulled apart- there is no pain, just dislocation and a sense of vertigo.
I shove my way out of the library, trying to hold it back - hold him back. I knew that the Ring would eventually force Bakura out of itself, but I never thought it would be this soon. And how horribly inconvenient, in such a crowded part of town as we are.
I just barely avoid an oncoming car as I cross the street, heading for a narrow alleyway where people are less likely to see us.
A few blocks farther down the road, the car that nearly hit me stalls for no apparent reason, black smoke rising from the engine and billowing up into the early evening sky.
Stupid humans and their noisy gasoline-powered carts.
Stupid Bakura and his fucking idiotic Father.
I was such a fool.
I duck into the alley, out of sight of the general public, the feel of cold brick seeping through my shirt and chilling my backside.
And then there was light.
-TBC
- I am Vertigo -
Yugi was staring at me- again.
I stared right back, just barely resisting the urge to growl at him.
I knew it wasn't something Bakura would have done. The boy was too mild- mannered to even try glaring at anyone, much less anyone he considered a friend. But I had never been one to back down from other people, and even now it was not something I wanted to start.
Eventually the spiky-haired youth turned back to his homework. Yugi and Bakura had been meeting at the Library every day for the past few weeks. I had allowed it, perhaps against my better judgment.
After all, it is always better to have a willing accomplice then an unwilling slave.
Now I was starting to think that that wasn't quite so true. If I had never allowed these meetings in the first place, I wouldn't be trapped here trying to decipher Geo-met-ry problems. I briefly toyed with the idea of setting the books on fire and killing whoever it was that assigned them to me in the first place, but Yugi interrupts my rapidly unfolding plans to murder Bakura's teacher.
' Bakura, I have to..you know. I'll be right back. '
I nod, smiling as I knew Bakura would have, watching Yugi as he wandered off to the bathroom to take those strange mind-altering pills of his.
When Yugi was younger, his parents died and he became very depressed. Even after he moved in with his Grandfather, Sogoroku, Yugi was withdrawn in school. The depression he fell into would explain his choice of clothing, and little more then a year ago he had tried to kill himself.
Funny that the same objects he would have used to end his life are now the only things keeping him sane.
That is why he is the way he is now - naïve and friendly to a fault.
I know this because Bakura knew this.
Bakura knew this because Yugi confided it to him.
I find it puzzling that Yugi would share his darkest secret with Bakura..I never thought they were that close. I guess that is just one more thing I never learned about him, that I am only learning now when the knowledge does me no good.
I shake my head, trying to break out of my inner monologue and refocus on 'my' homework.
It doesn't help that I never bothered to learn how to read Japanese, although Bakura, being the person he was, had offered to help me.
.The person he is. Not was. Is.
It is difficult not to think of him as dead, even though I can feel his faint presence deep inside the Sennen Ring.
But he needs to be there. To be safe.
I have to keep him safe from everything, and if that means he forgets things for a little while, that's all right.
He'll be back soon. He'll be back soon, and everything will be better after that.
It is suddenly very difficult to concentrate..to even breath. The air suddenly seems oppressive, and there is a familiar jolt that emanates from the Sennen Ring hidden beneath my sweater.
Familiar..this is the same feeling I get whenever - whenever I separate from Bakura.
The chair scrapes against the floor as I stand, earning me a rather nasty look from the nearest librarian. I make a short mental note to rip her tongue out at some later date, but the jolt hits me again, and I feel like I'am being pulled apart- there is no pain, just dislocation and a sense of vertigo.
I shove my way out of the library, trying to hold it back - hold him back. I knew that the Ring would eventually force Bakura out of itself, but I never thought it would be this soon. And how horribly inconvenient, in such a crowded part of town as we are.
I just barely avoid an oncoming car as I cross the street, heading for a narrow alleyway where people are less likely to see us.
A few blocks farther down the road, the car that nearly hit me stalls for no apparent reason, black smoke rising from the engine and billowing up into the early evening sky.
Stupid humans and their noisy gasoline-powered carts.
Stupid Bakura and his fucking idiotic Father.
I was such a fool.
I duck into the alley, out of sight of the general public, the feel of cold brick seeping through my shirt and chilling my backside.
And then there was light.
-TBC