I own no part of YuGiOh, and all characters, situations, and locations are taken without permission. YuGiOh is (c) Kazuki Takahashi, 1996.
Smoke twirled and dispersed through the air, making Jounouchi gag -- just like the gun smoke. He took another shaky pull on his cigarette anyway, his elbows on his knees, his back hunched as he rasped. One hand through his hair as he looked at the mess, all red and grey and beautiful smooth skin against black sheets. Succumbing to failure, for a building -- "It's nothing, you can get through this!"
It had been beyond words then.
One hand reached out boldly, and yes, the skin was cold. And yet Kaiba had never been warmer.
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notes/
I hope this drabble makes sense before the commentary, so please let me know. I have my doubts, lol.
I love the idea that Kaiba is already dead -- it's a pretty angsty idea of Kaiba that I always love to touch and play with, but I don't think I'd ever though him weak enough to push the line to death himself (not to say that I do now). And I've been feeling vaguely inspired lately, so I thought I'd push myself just a little to see how it'd go.