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Author Note: I'm so fucking sorry Sango... No I'm not. Also headcanon, Dragan swears like all the time when not in duels. He doesn't swear during duels because priiiiiiiiiiddddddeeeeeee.
Meltdown
He's been smoking for a good four hours now. Not sure I'd be able to stomach the same.
"Should you really be smoking in here?" I ask him.
"Eh? No. I'm calming my nerves." He banters back.
"Liar. You're just addicted." I reply.
"Do you always assume the worst of someone?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because it's always true."
"You are a very cynical man."
"And you are smoking in a hospital. Who does that anyway?"
"Plenty of people. Where are you from Dragan?"
"Norway."
"Eh? Norway? Somewhere in Europe, right?"
"Right."
"That's interesting."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean it's something new."
"Stop trying to make small talk."
"I'm talking so I the situation doesn't hit and you smell something other than this."
"Like what?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes."
He sighs and puts the smoke out on his jacket. He seems more worried than me. He's not the one with two friends on death row. Then again whoever was in that prison van wasn't picked up so—who exactly was in there? Knowing our luck it's probably a fucking serial killer, it's probably a fucking magical serial killer with a magic knife. Bloody shit. I sniff around. Has someone been cooking?
"No that's the people."
"What?"
"The smell. Burning people smell like bacon."
The blue haired man bursts into tears and collapses on the ground in a pool of blood and vomit and God only knows what else.
"Burning people smell like bacon." He repeats.
The smell doesn't really bother me. After all I only care about Brave and Harald right now. I don't know these people. I haven't connected with them. Sure it's sad but there's nothing I can do and no loss will be sustained. I really am cynical.
"Shut the fuck up Kazama. You've gone this far without breaking down, so don't stop now, got it?" I scream surprising even myself.
"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry." He stands up and lights another.
Fucker shouldn't smoke in the frigging hospital!
"Go to the bathroom and clean the puke of yourself." I snarl.
He runs off to do such. How much longer until I get news? It's unbearable not fucking knowing if their dead or not. God if either of them die I'm bloody well storming wherever souls are kept and bringing their souls back. And then I'm gonna get drunk. Cause there's no party without beer. And if I bring back my two best friends from wherever souls are kept I better have a motherfucking party.
"Sir?" A nurse asks.
"Yes?" I ask in return.
"One of your friends has completely recovered. It's a miracle. We thought we'd lose him. The other is however in critical condition."
"Who's in critical condition?"
"Akio get back in here! We have a problem!" A doctor calls.
"Yes ma'am!" The nurse calls back as he runs over to the doctor.
Well at least one of them's alright. Harald's probably fine. He's more durable then he seems. He isn't one to die so easily. Brave on the other hand, well he has his mild healing factor so he'll be alright. Fucking nurse left before fucking telling me fucking asshole. Neither of them are allowed to frigging die. Too much frigging effort. Too annoying. Don't wanna deal with that shit. Just want to go home and live a happy life! Why is life so hard for heroes? Eh? Wouldn't more people become heroes if they had a good life? Why do people we care about always have to get hurt? It's not even fair. Heroes always fucking die at the end. And even if they don't what will they do? Where will they go? After the job is done what else is there to live for? We got lucky, we aren't even real heroes. We're fucking runner ups and yet we still get hurt like this. Fuckers that decided this better show their sorry faces cause I'm going to duel them to death. Frigging death.
Kazama comes out of the bathroom and finally doesn't have the smoke. Shouldn't smoke in the frigging hospital. Like at all. Shouldn't do that. Second hand smoke's bad. Not my fault he's destroying his frigging lungs. There are probably fucking kids here. Whatever. I hate kids. They run round and use me as a jungle gym and scream in my face and honestly they are just obnoxious fucks.
"Are you okay?" Kazama asks.
"Yeah, why?" I ask in return.
"Because you look like you're going to be sick."
"Shut up."
"So you aren't alright? Good to know."
"You don't know anything."
"You think so?"
"Shut up."
"Are you okay?"
"My head hurts alright. You're fucking smoking gives me migraines."
"Migraines eh? Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I'm worried alright?"
"Ah."
He finally shuts up. The nurse, Akio, comes back out with a frown and terrified eyes. I run up and pick him up by the collar.
"What?" I growl.
"Y-You c-c-can go in now." He stutters.
I drop the man and walk in to see Brave peacefully sleeping. He even has a little smile. So that means that—no no no no no no no no no no. It's not fair. I run out and grab the small man again.
"Where the hell is Harald?" I snarl.
"H-he's i-in th-there!" The man shrieks.
I drop him and run into the room he was pointing too. A large machine is hooked up to Harald. Critical condition. Just how critical? A doctor is standing by with a frown on his face.
"What happened?" I ask.
"He died during surgery. We brought him back but too late. I'm sorry."
"No, no you aren't sorry. Because people don't get fucking sorry when some nameless man dies in a fucking hospital! After all people are burning, people are dying in the city! And one death isn't even important right now!"
"He's not dead he's—"
"Worse. Is there a change he'll ever somehow recover?"
"No, not without another miracle. Not without magic."
Miracles, no, no I can't do miracles. But magic, magic I can do. My head hurts I think I'm gonna pass out. I stumbles over to Harald.
"I wish I had the power to save you but I don't so I'm going to ask someone else to help you. Maybe Brave could share his healing factor."
Wait... I have my fucking deck. I'll be fucking saving you now Harald. I take out the cards and my vision blurs. Why's it blurring? Why can't I see? Why? Oh no no no no no no no! I smashed my brain against my stronger skull. I'm lucky I didn't die on impact. I'm so fucking lucky. I pick up the card that Brave gave me to hold onto. Golden Apples. Let's hope this works.
"I use the spell card Golden Apples!" I cry.
Before I can even see if the spell works my vision completely blanks. I climb onto the bed and lay my head on Harald's chest. He's breathing but that's nothing special. I take off the mask on his face with a flail. He's still breathing. Thank you. Thank whoever made this work for fucking saving Harald. My cards spill on the ground. I wonder who will be chosen in my stead. I hope it's someone Harald would like. I wouldn't want him to miss me. It's be a fucking horrible thing if he missed me. My head hurts. I reach up even further and nuzzle his neck. He's pretty warm for someone that nearly died. Someone's shaking me.
"What the hell do you want?" I ask.
"Dragan what are you doing?" Brave asks back.
"Shh, it doesn't matter. Take care of Harald."
"What why?"
"Shut the fuck up Brave. You better fucking marry Hogan."
My head hurts. I think it's okay though. Goodnight Harald.